Chapter 7: Wonton Noodle (Part2)

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My eyes widened as soon as the power-mad demon turned his car into a place with a huge sign 'Uncle Sak Gym Boxing Camp'. After trying to repressed myself silently the whole way, I turned to look at Phum and asked him to explain what are you bringing me here for. But aside from not paying any attention to me, he just kept a calm face and went into wax figure mode.

"Take the backpack and the water behind you."

After ordering, Khun Chai threw the car key to me and instructed me to lock the car properly. He hurried me up to follow him inside. After saying that, he walked away, leaving me sitting there confused. Or is he going to use me as a punching bag?

"Slow"

Phum threw a displeased look at me when the shadow of my head appeared in the gym. I threw mine back as well. Can't you see how much stuff I carried? As for me, I walked and swinging my eggs*. I came inside and had a comfortable seat, still muttering. I hurriedly put all the things down on the bench next to me and asked him the matter that was bothering me.

* a metaphorical expression to convey a carefree, uninhibited attitude or behavior

"Why do you bring me to the boxing gym?"

Phum raised his head. He stood up and looked at me, who comes up to his shoulder, with bored eyes.

"I don't bring you here. I come here to exercise. As for you, you're my servant. Your duty is to follow and serve me."

After receiving the answer, I immediately informed my heart that Phum must watch so many dramas or he dreams to be the governor's son, so he needs a royal nanny to take care of him.

"Besides, I probably won't come to the boxing camp to ski, right?"

Sure! He was being sarcastic! Or you think you're going to sharpen your wits against me like that? Practice for ten year more.

"I thought you were coming to see Bun Bang Fai*."

* Bun Bang Fai (The Rocket Festival) is a merit-making ceremony traditionally practiced by ethnic Lao people at the beginning of the wet season in various villages and municipalities in Northeastern Thailand and Laos. The highlight of it is the competitive firing of homemade rockets. This a practice of worshiping Phaya Thaen, Peem's mother's imaginary fan.

Oh let me tell you Phum, that about taunting people, I've never been afraid of anyone. Always keep it in your mind. Phum closed his eyes, sighed slowly, and walked out of the room with a large bag over his shoulder that had a check mark like symbol on it. But in reality, they are the wings of the goddess Nike. And bad people like Phum didn't miss the chance to reach out and shove my head as he pass by. I didn't know if it was the wrong move or if he was going to kill me, because I staggered and almost fell and kissed the ground.

I punched the wind and punched the sky behind Phum's back to vent my anger. As soon as he disappeared from view, I felt like I could breathe a little easier. So I had the opportunity to observe the surroundings. Just now while Phum walked past, all the boxers who were practicing, even the instructors greeted and showed respect to him. As for me, of course, I pursed my lips in annoyance.

While waiting for that ghost to change clothes, I kept looking at things. The boxing gym here is air conditioned, quite luxurious and worth the money. There is separate rooms for different types of exercise. There are ten boxing rings. It's so vast. I heard the sound of kicking, punching, thumping, and I felt it too. It's like exercising yourself, giving you the feeling of touching your elbow while pouring holy water*.

*The water pouring ceremony 😅 Actually I don't understand this part.

Actually, I like to watch all types of boxing, such as Muay Thai, Western-style boxing, wrestling, etc. I can watch them all. But to say what I like the most, it's Muay Kard Chuek (Muay boran) because when I was a kid, I was addicted to the drama Nai Khanom Tom. Just kidding, I like it because I find it cool and charming. Fighting is also an art form, so strong yet so beautiful.

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