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

Chapter 8: By the pond

Time flies so fast, the final exam was approaching so close that I felt like the grass was growing under my feet. Students across the university were likely studying day and night to prepare for the upcoming exams. As for my Faculty, we were also working very hard. Fine Arts is a faculty that rarely has subjects that require studying for exams. Most of them are practice subjects. It's even worse that some subjects consider the works submitted as an exam. How many pieces of works must be done is up to the professors. When the presentation is finished, you're done. There is no need to memorize a lot of books like other faculties. But the fatigue is likely. It's no different.

"Gollum, please lend me your cutter."

I distracted myself from sketching the pond in front of me, looking up at Q, who had walked around the pond next to the Faculty of Science building to find me on the other side, just to borrow a cutter. You have such persistence, diligence and perseverance as Prince Mahajanaka. I shook my head in disgust and handed him the cutter. Obviously, when people have work to do, they tend to be diligent in doing things that are not work, such as walking around a pond and sharpening dozens of pencils.

* Prince Mahajanaka, the second of ten great birth of the Buddha

[T/N: If I was Peem, I prefer to be called Dwarf or Shorty]

"Just to borrow a cutter and you have to drag your body all the way over here. Can't you borrow it from the guys nearby?"

"Fuck you, I want to borrow it from you. Even if you live in Lamphun, if I want to borrow it, I'll go find you. Is there a problem?"

Q concentrated on sharpening his pencil while scolding me as well. I shook my shoulder and bent down to continue drawing. But after a while I could smell the cigarette.

I sniffled and searched for the source of the smell. I kept moving my eyes until I saw Q who also turned to look at me. He raised his eyebrows in annoyance, his hand holding a cigarette, his mouth blowing white smoke upwards to the sky. In conclusion, he was walking towards the lung cancer area.

"Do you want it?"

Did I refuse? I quickly received the cigarette case and the lighter. Q's cigarette case is very chic. It's different from general cigarettes that often have horrible pictures on the sides of the package, causing fear to people who are thinking of smoking. But my friend is creative and innovative. He uses the knowledge and talent in art he had learned from his studies. He cut cardboard into a standard sized pack, and wrote the words "Reduce Global Warming" on one side. On the other side, he painted a picture of a nude woman, like an old beer calendar along with the caption "Charming Smoke". Very creative! Creative in an inappropriate way, my friend.

[T/N: Both messages are very powerful 🙄]

I, following Q, lit the cigarette and pumped smoke into my lungs. In fact, I'm not a habitual smoker. I smoke occasionally. For example, when I drink alcohol or when my brain is locked, I can't find inspiration; when my imagination is on vacation, I don't know how to complete a work . But sometimes, just drawing the smoke into my lungs, then exhaling slowly, the nicotine from the cigarette stimulates my brain and makes my imagination flow more easily, even if I inhale the carcinogens as well.