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Chapter 44: Back to School (Part 2)

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And so, the day has come. The new semester has started! (Actually, it started four days ago.) A new semester brings new things. I have made a firm resolution:

I will read books every day. I will complete any assignments given by the teachers promptly, without procrastinating. I will go to the library whenever I have the chance. I will stop playing games and drinking alcohol. I will be a good student.

[T/n: That sounds just like me when I was a student! I made all those promises too, but let's just say it didn't always go as planned 😂.]

Wow, that sounds so perfect. Don't tell me you believe me! Haha, if I could do all that, I might as well become a monk. It would be great if I could, but I'm not very good at being good. Haha, I'm rambling too much. How can someone be so handsome and still be so talkative?

[T/n: 🥹]

A new semester also brings new freshmen. Welcome to all the lovely, fresh-faced first-year students! Seeing the freshmen always brings a sense of freshness and energy. There are so many girls (from other faculties).

Seeing them reminds me of my first day at university three years ago. It feels like it was just a few days ago. Now, I'm in my third year. Time flies, doesn't it? Ai Peem gets old, boohoo!
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Throughout the past week, the sound of drums, freshman welcome songs, and the mischievous seniors teasing the freshmen echoed across the university, including my Faculty of Fine Arts. Q was teasing a group of female freshmen, making them ask the security guard to marry them in exchange for his autograph. Haha.

This was our last class, but the professor was away in Austria for a conference and would be back next week. So, I was free and decided to check out the freshmen activities. The atmosphere in front of the faculty was lively and chaotic. Freshmen were asking for seniors' autographs, some were being teased, dancing, or saying silly things. It was quite funny.
Green and Gigi were calling this their golden hour, making hay while the sun shines. They were targeting the male freshmen, while the female freshmen were mostly spared. The freshmen probably knew them from the orientation day since they were part of the recreation team and the cheerleading leaders. Meeting them always guaranteed a good laugh. I was sitting here with Neung and other guys too, waiting to tease the freshmen (they dragged me along, saying they haven't seen me for a long time and missed their husbands).

"What's your name ka?" Green asked sweetly. This group of freshmen seemed to have something in common with Green, as they were very fair-skinned, with pink cheeks and red lips.

"My name is Pan ka." said a freshman wearing a tie and slacks but using 'ka'. Haha. Actually, their names were hanging around their necks on name tags, but we just wanted to ask. The freshmen started introducing themselves until the last one.

[* in case you forgot, ka (คะ) is particle used by female speakers at the end of questions to make them more polite.]

"I'm Nong Kwang (กวาง Doe) ka."

"Wow, the name says it all." Neung said with bright eyes. Nong Kwang looked very neat and well-behaved, almost like a girl at first glance. Definitely your type, Neung.

"น้องเป็นอะไรคะ" Gigi stopped harassing me and stood up to ask. I was confused. What's wrong with the freshman? They didn't seem sick. Then, the group of freshmen answered in unison, making us all fall back in surprise.

[*เป็นอะไร Although the literally meaning of เป็นอะไร is closer to "what are you?" it's frequently used as a phrase by itself to mean "What's wrong ?". Peem was understanding Gigi's question as "What's wrong with you?" but she was actually asking "What are you?"]

"I'm gay."
"What are you na?"
"I'm gay."
"Speak louder. What are you?"
"I'm gay."
"I'm..." The freshman laughed as if he was embarrassed. "I'm gay ka." The person who asked was still laughing.

"Oh my God, are our daughters strong, Green ka?" The person who asked was still laughing.

"The strongest, dear. There are a lot of daughters this year. Good, I'll take you to meet some hot guys, but not these two. P'Peem is for P'Gigi, P'Nueng is for P'Katie, and that one over there is mine." Green pointed at Q, who got lightly kicked by Nueng.

"What did the second-year seniors ask you to do?"

"They asked for autographs to get to know the third-year seniors."

For the autographs, the juniors have a personal notebook. When they meet a senior from their faculty, they greet them, introduce themselves, and the senior writes their name, major, and year.
Some seniors might play a little prank before giving the autograph, like what Green and the others did. There are also mandatory autographs from the cheer president, club president, Moon and Star of the faculty, and so on, to help the juniors get to know the seniors and vice versa.

"The juniors want to get to know us. Do you seniors want to get to know the juniors?"

"Yes, we do!" We all responded in unison.

"But before giving the autograph, there has to be an exchange. Do you seniors want to see the juniors dance? Do you want to see them grate coconuts?"

"Yes!" It seemed intense, but in a creative way, which I support.

"Are you ready?"
"Yes."
"P'Peem, can you play the drums?"
"Sure."
"Song "Mamee". Are you ready, juniors?"
"Ready."
"Three, four." I helped play the drums, and the juniors went all out.

"Mamee Mamee Mamee is grating the coconut, cooking in the kitchen.
Unaware, the bad guy dragged her away, poking her hole with a stick.
Rubbing, scratching, hurting, itching, all together. Can't get it out, someone help me."

Then the rhythm sped up, and the juniors gave it their all. We seniors sang at the top of our lungs. Haha. It was fun.

"Fabulous! Tonight, I'll take you to grate coconuts at Or Tor Kor Market. But one dance isn't enough. Can you dance the spider dance?"

The juniors shook their heads. The spider dance requires two people. One lies on their back, and the other crawls and grabs the one lying down.

"P'Nueng and P'Katie, can you demonstrate?"

"No way." Nueng protested, while Katie bowed to Green, laughing.

"Spirit, spirit, spirit." With that word, there's no escape for you, Nueng.

Now, where we were sitting became the center of attention. Nueng crawled, and Katie lay down, waiting, laughing.

"...The spider has four legs, walking around, grabbing ...
...The female spider walks, making grabbing motions...
...The male spider comes, seeing the female grabbing...
...The male spider jumps, grabbing, grabbing, grabbing...
...The female spider walks away, belly swollen, grabbing..."

But the funniest part was Katie not backing down. Instead, she approached Nueng. Seeing the opportunity, Green quickly joined in, becoming a spider waiting for Nueng to grab, laughing. But we didn't make the juniors do it, just added some fun.

"Green, is that a spider? I thought it was a cockroach high on bug spray," Q teased. We heard the juniors scream.

"Your belly must be full of cockroaches. My body is beautiful."

"Beautiful, the most beautiful. Oh, Vietnamese zombie, don't you look at your reflection in the water. You might get scared and possess yourself again, double possession, you can't get out." Q joked.

[*Mamee (มะหมี่), Spiders' Dance (เต้นแมงมุม) and many other songs and dance moves which are used in hazing rituals at traditional freshmen welcoming ceremonies suggest sexual content. I don't know what the author did with this part in the new edition. She definitely made some changes.
T/n: what's the matter with Vietnamese zombie 😑]

While giving autographs to the juniors, Q and Green kept teasing each other.

"Q ka, yesterday I watched a horror movie. It was so scary. The ghost was as evil as you."

"You, scared of ghosts? Just be scared of your own pus and discharge."

"Bitch, once you've tasted my pus, you'll get addicted. Haha." Green laughed.

"I'll kick you to the faculty building."

"I'm starting to be scared of you. So violent, even to a poor woman."

"Why be scared of me? Even your husband beats you morning and night, and you're not scared. Or are you scared of holy water?"

"Ahhh, you bitch, trash, low pelvis man. You dared to break my heart within a day of being my husband?" Green chased after Q, trying to wrestle him. It was hilarious.

[*Sorry I don't understand the insult "low pelvis man"(อีผู้ชายเชิงกรานต่ำ)]

After a while, the second-year seniors called the first-years together. The third-years stayed back, watching. During the orientation day, the juniors might have been carefree, with only the entertainment seniors providing fun and care. But from now on, they'll experience the real taste of cheer meetings and the senior ragging.

My university has a policy against violent hazing. Normally, my faculty doesn't have much going on, just some crazy, funny, and weird stuff. There's only one faculty that continues the tradition of harsh hazing. Yes, it's Engineering.

(Where are you?) Just thinking about him, and he called.

"I'm in front of the faculty. Are you done with your class?"

(Yeah, what about you?)

"I didn't have class. The professor is at a conference abroad. I'm watching the sophomores' hazing."

(Come to my faculty na, the Civil Engineering building.)

"Right now?"

(Yeah, hurry up na.)

Phum must've known that I don't have any resistance in regards to him. He just said one word, and I was already hurriedly looking for the car key. Haha.

As you know, I have immigrated to move in with Phum at the condo. I brought my car too. Some days we go to class together in his car, some days in mine, depending on our mood. But he drives every day. When we get to the university, I drop him off first, and then I drive to my faculty. In the evening, I pick him up.

I asked him why he didn't drop me off first and then go to his faculty. He said if I finish class first, I won't be able to sneak off anywhere because I have to pick him up. He calculates the time he calls me, what time I get to his faculty, and how long it takes to get from the Arts to Engineering. You have to be crazy to think like that.
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At first I thought that we were going straight home but Phum surprised me by taking me to the university's flea market. Will it snow in Thailand because Khun Chai Phum came to a flea market?

This market is called a university's flea market because most of the people who come here are students, and some of the vendors are also students. The market is quite large. The shops are lined up in many rows and there are a lot of food shops. Most of the items are handmade, sold by the students themselves. It's the start of a new term, so there are a lot of things and even more people.

Phum and I each got a smoothie and started walking around. But Phum is such a jerk; he ordered a watermelon smoothie but then took my green tea smoothie. I shouldn't have let him taste it. He drank almost half of it in three sips. I glared at him to show my displeasure.

"What? Are you really that possessive?" He smiled charmingly, showing his fangs. Phum is so annoying, and people were staring at us.

"How about I suck yours instead, jerk? If you want more, buy your own."

"Heh heh, you want to suck mine?" He had a mischievous look in his eyes and smile.

"You're so gross. Let's go, I'm hot." I didn't know if Phum was thinking about 'it' or not. He always turns things around. But I couldn't help how my brain worked.

"What's wrong? Why are you making that face? You're thinking something cheeky again, right?"

"No, I didn't think anything. Can't I just smile?" I pursed my lips, trying to keep my expression. But of course Phum didn't believe it, he knows everything about me.

We continued walking, browsing the stalls, squeezing through the crowd. Some girls even pretended to bump into him, almost disappearing into his chest. Hmph, you're really making merit, aren't you?

Whenever it was too crowded, we held hands. When we could walk side by side, he would put his arm around me. He didn't care at all; people who didn't think much of it probably thought we were just close male friends. When girls hold hands or hug, people think it's cute and that they're close. But when guys do it, it's seen as gross or gay. But some people...

"Hey, look at those two guys. The one in the workshop shirt is so handsome, and the smaller one is cute. They must be a couple! Geez!!!"

Two girls who were picking out bracelets turned and squealed at Phum and me from up close, making us feel awkward. We just smiled at them, and they started daydreaming. What's with girls these days? Don't they value guys anymore?

[T/n: Of course we value guys, just in a different way than you might expect 😂 ]

"Do you want anything?" Phum bent down to ask, and whether intentionally or not, his sharp nose brushed my cheek.

"Are you going to buy it for me?"

"Of course. I wouldn't bring my boyfriend here and let him buy things himself."

"I want a rabbit."

"Don't even think about it, Peem. You can't even take care of yourself."

"You said you'd buy me anything. Liar."

I was just teasing him. Being in a relationship doesn't mean he has to pay for everything. Oh you sugar daddy! No wonder girls are so crazy about you.

We walked around until we got tired and bought matching rings, only different in size. Then we went to eat noodles near the university. There were a few tables of students eating there. Phum has improved; he can order noodles now.

He's not a snobby rich kid. His parents raised him that way, but he never shows off his wealth or looks down on anyone. Getting to know him, I realized he's (trying to) down-to-earth, especially since we started dating. It sounds like I dragged him down, doesn't it? Haha.

"Phum, is there something in my eye? It stings." While waiting for noodles, I nudged Phum to check my eye and pulled down my lower eyelid because it felt irritated.

"You have eye gunk."

"Seriously, it stings."

He leaned over the table to look closely, "There's dust. Keep your eye open, and I'll get it out. Don't rub it, or it'll get infected."

"But it stings." Ignoring his advice, I rubbed my eye with the back of my hand.

"Peem! I said don't do that. Sit still." After a struggle, Phum managed to get the dust out of my eye, making it water and irritating the corner.

"Your eye is red. I told you not to rub it. Eat quickly so we can get eye drops before it gets infected." He wiped my tears with his thumb. The way Phum looked at me was full of concern and care, making me blush.

Just then, the server brought our noodles, interrupting our moment.

"You can take care of others, huh?" I teased him, winking with one eye. He looked up from his hot noodles and shrugged.

"I can't take care of others, just you."

Wow, that line hit me hard. I could die happy now. I want to bow down at Phum's feet. I wanted to crawl under the table and roll around eighteen times.

"Heh heh, stop blushing and eat."

"I don't want to eat anymore."

"Hmm?"

"I don't want to eat here anymore. How about we eat back at the room?"

And guess what I ate, hehehe.

End of Chapter 44>>>>>>>>>>>

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