Me and our musician drove our sweet red ant and ant x into Bangkok at 3:00 a.m. because I'm a very unhappy person in the sun. I don't want to get hot and black as charcoal and I've spent a lot of money on skin creams. at least keep your white skin smooth for as long as possible.

...but i was wrong...

the distance from my hometown of uttaradit to the university is only 500 kilometers!

the rocks... sad !!!.

it was almost 2:00 in the auditorium and the other kids were almost all interviewed in the morning.

rock...run, you run! the song yelled, yelling non-stop since we parked our sweetheart next to the auditorium.

"but i haven't changed my shirt yet.

it's not in time,, he's closing the interview in fifteen minutes, he took off his helmet, threw on the cushion, hurriedly grabbed potforio, ran into the auditorium in a black leather jacket, jeans. among the many students who looked at us, they both barely laid eyes.

the teacher sits in a chair with a faculty sign and the chosen branch. it's called having all the branches in this auditorium, and the students are getting a lot thinner. the songstress immediately asked the senior student on the doorstep to ask the engineering faculty's interview desk.

"hag...hag...brother, computer engineering." the little girl looked up at us from head to toe. grab a floor plan and chase it before handing over a small cue card, sending it to the music with a heart-printed smile...i'd like to ask you so much, is that a boob or a heart pump?

"i'll wait a minute, brother. i'll have my staff take you...what about you?" she answered the song before turning to me to ask me where i was standing there sweating. pale mouth almost faints.

...hungry and tired...

"erb... fine arts, visual arts." big round eyes bent down, looking in the floor plan again before looking up, tellingly.

"right next to the engineer...but why are you saying that?" her question prompted the evil friend to come off.

"it's a man, brother...it's a man," it pointed at me, before whispering to the senior girl in front of her with a dazzling look, until she had to put her hand up and hold her mouth in front of her mouth.

big play!

"i'm sorry, brother...i thought you were a couple and you're the most beautiful you've seen today." i'm so happy to burst into tears...

"i'm so handsome, how can you see me so beautiful?" you're smiling at dry gums.

"it's beautiful."

"handsome."

"beautiful!!"

"handsome!!" suggested another...i'll see you after seven closes.

as much as, the song dragged my head to the lounger not far away, staring at me, who was sitting there telling me not to accept it. "what are you going to do with his brother?"

"well, i don't like it! since junior high, you've been making fun of me for this."

"hey, guys, the cabinet and the feisty are because you're cute, you guys have been taking good care of you for six years. if it wasn't for love, it wouldn't have been for you guys know you're in bangkok with me. i'm still complaining about coming to university internship next door," and then he rocked my head a few times...huh...shy!! when they say that, even though they know they look more like i'm a little brother.

"yeah, sometimes i have to avoid the handsome gaze of the music too, the destructive power of appel sex is so high, it's just that it looks in the eye of any woman who almost crawls on her knees and throws her body, and he doesn't know where to go and doesn't seem to stop being tall.

sometimes i hate his handsome face...

i started watching to the interview desk, and now i have to say, i'm exhausted. riding a red ant for almost ten hours is all over the place.

"if you're sleepy, lean on my shoulder." the song must have noticed me acting like i was falling asleep, so i put my head on his shoulder.

"well," the eyelids are now super heavy, but accepting the goodwill of their best friend without eating anything.

i didn't know how long i had been asleep, probably for five minutes or so a little bit, and the seniors walked in and called the two of us to be interviewed at the innermost table. i followed it with a fuss, calling it sleepy time to be stupid, anything that can't hold...

"it's for engineering on this table." i glanced at the teacher who interviewed the songstress dressed in a suit, tie, looking super spruce.

"your part invites this side." his brother clutched his hand to a side table not far apart.

my god!!!

i'm so awake, i...what inspired me to dress like this, i don't know...hoi!!

the man in front of me looked at me with a smile. slightly tawny shape with a neck-sung sailor suit. a blue bow tie that fits with a beard...plus...hmm, that's not too eye-catching, is it a pleated skirt with long white socks covering calves and terrifying leg hair?

...tell me if that's leg hair or hairpiece...

plus, another young teacher sitting next to her came in a fujiko theme. fujio has a doraemon pen prop.

"have a seat, student." the teacher's voice regained his focus on the interview...honestly, it's more likely to be a pedal.

"yes, yes." i reached for potforio with shaky hands, and they both looked smiling, but i didn't think i'd open them at all.

"i'd like to introduce myself."

"my name is kantika, good job, nickname. it's a rock."

"well, it's a good job." i hate my last name.

"i am sorry to you for not dressing up for the interview, i just drove my bike into bangkok for the first time in the morning and i just got here."

"..."

det air... there's no answer. the rocker asked you to interview, not to make excuses.

the laughter from both teachers came off and almost wanted to be smoked to death here by the earth to let them know and survive.

"it's okay not to be that tense, but do you know that from this list we're the last of the faculty, why choose visual arts? i think you'd be better suited to a theatrical or design major."

"i like independence. it doesn't have to be in a monotonous frame and the visual arts fit my problem perfectly." good answer... you've been thinking about it all night. heh, heh, heh.

"how many days have you been thinking about the answer?"

"last night... uh." me! the burst of laughter grew so loud that the other teachers even turned around and looked at it.

"so when you want to go to visual arts classes, do you have a background in painting?

"yes, sir." i took a file and sent it to both teachers in silence for a long time while flipping through the photos inside the book, and flipped it over, and i looked at it strangely.

why does just interviewing classes feel like you're in a dark room?

"um, um... um." the teacher stared at one of the pictures for so long that i had to look at what it was.

don't, um, too often, !..., sit there and win an egg clutch until it's all green.

"that's fine. judging by the stripes, it has been practiced for a long time, and most of it is a view, so why is there only one picture of a person?" you showed me a picture of the old lady i love the most.

"I like to draw landscapes because it never lies to the person's mood. As for portraits, I only want to draw the people I really love." It seemed that my honest response would leave them both stunned a bit.

"…"

"So if I were to let you draw a picture of me from your imagination? What style do you think it will come out? Is there anything in the middle for Kantika to choose?

"Are you serious?" Your mouth is good again.

"yes"

"Does it affect your studies?"

"Depends on the answer" Ngm...my armpits are all wet!

"Pa...pancakes"

"Eh… do I look that delicious?" More terrifying.

Pancakes... the movie of the Hor Taew is broken." At this moment, I have to beg only. Little Prue

I doubt that my answer will not be begging anymore because the interlocutor laughs until the tears flow out of nowhere at all.

"Quantin is good. Has anyone ever told you?" Oh, that's a compliment, right? I wonder.

no, it's just people who compliment you as handsome. okay, rock, you can't prepare the red ant to go home, you can't learn it anymore. uh-oh.

"ayom...by the way, the documents indicate that you will be staying at the inner tower."

"yes, i intend to do my stay today."

"well, i congratulate you, mr. kantiga, you're the first person to stir my feet so deliciously, but there are two things to let you know first."

"!... did i pass?"

"the first thing is that now our dormitory in the majors is full, since this year there are a lot of architectural school kids and the second thing is that you are one of only two guys who have taken this major," vodd !!!.

"the choice is that you will be in the dorm of the faculty of engineering and if you want a single room, you will have to wait in line for a long time. so would you be comfortable sleeping with roommates from different faculties?"

"i'm okay, my friends who come together are studying engineering." i pointed to the song that was sitting in an interview in a good mood.

"well, that's good, but i have to tell you, this tower might be a little weird."

"there's a ghost?" that's my mouth fast again.

"haha, ha, no, no, no, but the dorm guard is the weird thing about me putting you in the thirteenth building. give this document to your friend and welcome to the official campus. mr. kantiga, good job."

...hmm... just the building number is a glory to life. kantiga, what about !!!?

as you know, the headache-stricken interview was two days ago. all in all, me and the musicians are still as drowning together as usual, and they're also four-bed rooms, and the other two freshmen i haven't seen before, i just know i'm moving in after the semester.

of course, me and our songs come in a little bit more casual. therefore, we need to buy almost all new supplies. the music is rich, and he runs the biggest motor car showroom in the province, so he doesn't think too little about spending money like i do just buying a bottle of bath cream and choosing it for value.

we both came out to the student club first to buy school uniforms. the advantage of buying here is that it scales the size of the trouser suit and the price is not high.

surprisingly, people are always looking at me and the music and gossiping. even though we're so close that we're always hanging out together, are men and i men alike? it doesn't seem interesting.

"next week's opening of the semester sees a bye-bye ceremony for kwan." the music is good, it can start the point without a flute to talk about all the time.

"so?"

"don't you know that this ceremony, not only is it a recruitment, but also a code brother?"

"what the hell is code mo?"

"Besides the senior code line, there is also a code line that is a senior faculty member. It's basically a relationship with someone in college." X-shaped or cute-looking like mom Lisa Black pink!!" oohs, quipping every time I think of my idol, no matter what song I can dance to. "The way you danced Kill this love at the end of sixth grade? Yeah, but I can tell you a little bit...the story is that after a hard time studying, sleep deprivation, reading exams until the end. So the school threw a farewell party for sixth graders like us, and the line of activity like me had to find a show to satisfy them, which would be no one if it wasn't black pink that was trending this time around, to impress my face clothes, so I ordered the same trousers that Lisa's mother wore in the MV. It's like wearing it and looking super netted. We and the headless shemales are very committed to rehearsals. Especially idol's legendary waistline moves, tearing off a hundred and eighty-degree legs, and...with a slogan. kantika... see the bear?

"pa...it's almost noon and let's go find something to do," like being slapped in the middle of an intersection, just a song that talks about eating, my stomach suddenly sings up...stranding my wallet and looking at the remaining cash and it's so sad.

"you rocker, stop looking for money in your pocket and i'll buy it."

"really...why are your music friends so cute?" two hands wrapped to the arms of the tall body, looking up modestly so that the light falls a little, giving a clearer face frame, blinking a few eyes, expressing appreciation.

"if you don't stop doing this, i'm gonna catch you." the way the song looks at it is must be real. if i don't quit until i have to let go of it immediately,

"what do you want to eat?" the song turned to my opinion again.

"can you fry a lot of shrimp and banana peanut butter crepes?"

the song was a little sigh at my wayward request. whatever it takes to like this, no matter how sad it is to eat peanut butter, it's always in a good mood.

"i can't forget about your yu oppa."

"hey, he's a nice brother i've never had, and i still feel guilty for never comforting him all the time i've ever seen him." when it comes to this, i'm heartbroken every time, honestly. i want to see yu oppa every day because of the kindness of the delicious peanut butter bread that he likes to make. even though your face was always sad, i never asked it once until the day he disappeared, which is why i realized that it was the sight of a discarded person...

"well, anyway, i'm wrong to say this," the song turns to with a softened twinkle in his eye.

"mmm. you're making me sad, so you have to feed me another bag of nong po-gu milk."

"whoa, you selfish bastard."