We are...คือเรารักกัน (We are... we are in love)

Chapter 2: Retaliate (Part 1)

"Hey! What's the matter, Peem, Phum?"

I tried to turn my head to look at the owner of the voice but could only turn my neck a little bit because a hand that is as big as a palm leaf was tightly gripping my neck. Your arm and wrist strength is very strong. I admire you. If you add a little more force, my Adam's apple will definitely break.

I saw out of the corner of my eye that Tan's friend, who is the prince riding a white horse, was running, looking alert, towards this direction. On the other side, there was a group of nearly a hundred young men also approaching me. If I guess right, they must definitely be friends of this Popeye spinach-powered bastard. With so many people flocking together, I was sure my corpse would be a mess. From now on, I invite everyone to join in the weak-kneed experience. On the side of the Faculty of Engineering football field right now, for the first time in my life my legs went weak. 

"Do you know this Shorty, Tan?" a deep, gruff voice asked. It's the same question that I was wondering as well. Did Tan even know this bastard? And when will this bastard stop calling me Shorty?

[T/N: Never. I guess 🤔]

The person who was asked had a clearly embarrassed expression on his face. He slowly walked towards me with both hands raised at shoulder level. I thought this behavior looked familiar, like I had seen it on crime news. When the police were persuading a drunkard who had gone out of control and took his wife and children hostage.

[T/N: 🤔 Then you're the hostage wife. Poor you.]

"You two, uh, please take it easy." Even though he said that, his eyes seemed to tell only the person holding my shirt collar. "This is Peem, Phum, my friend Peem, the one I once told you about, my best friend from secondary school."

Bastard, I was so touched! At least before I died, I heard Tan say that I am his best friend. Because before this, I always thought that Tan was a parasite plant of life. Please forgive me, my friend. If the next life is real, we will probably be born to cook Mama (instant noodle) and share it with each other again.

"Do you guys have any misunderstandings? I think you'd better release Peem first. Calm down, Phum. Let go of Peem first. Then let's have a good talk."

Clearly, this kind of talking, this kind of behavior, this kind of persuasion. I am a hostage for sure. As for this bastard, he is undoubtedly playing the role of a criminal. I was secretly worried about one thing. People like Tan never beg anyone. He is an old gangster. He quarreled and fought three times after lunch at school that the administrative teacher had to punish him. But now he is begging this person. He is also very careful. I admire this trash in a strange way. What the hell happened to my friend? My nosy gland wanted to come out and squirmed again. But I was strangled so it couldn't get out. And when are you going to let go of my collar, you damned bastard? I couldn't breathe.

"He threw his flip flop at me!!!"

"Oh, he called me Shorty!!!" Come on, did you think you're the only one who can tell on? Now you know me. Everyone must know this, Potter*!! Above all else, I think I'm as tough as old boots. Even if I was half dead, I was still dog-mouthed without fear to the point that I still wondered why I didn't avoid this conflict like I usually did in the past.

*Harry Potter???
[T/N: 😂😂😂 They acted like two baby boys at kindergarten]

"You're short. I just tell the truth."

"Your father is short. No matter if it's the truth or not, you have no right to criticize my body, you bastard."

"Bastard? You call me bastard? Huh???!!!"

"Oh, yeah I call you bastard. Then what? Huh! What are you going to do? Well, you're such a bastard."

"You..."