Call my Name! I'm not Kamphan (English version)

Chapter 1 They Always Call Me Kamphan

[Kamphan TankLampOwner]

My name isn't Kamphan.

It was something that had been pent up inside me for years, so long that I'd become accustomed to it and thought it wouldn't be a problem. Sure, in my freshman year, it wasn't an issue. But now, in my junior year, it's freaking terrible. Who in their right mind is named Kamphan? Even if I look good, it doesn't mean I can just go by any name.

I want to beg Pond to make an announcement for me, to let everyone know that my name isn't Kamphan. I want him to inform the locals that this was just a nickname they gave me. It all started with Pond shouting my name across the registration table. Then, after that, a pretty senior wrote this name on my name tag, saying with a smile, 'Welcome, little Kamphan.' In my naive mind at the time, I was like:

Hey! Are you serious?

At that moment, I was too clueless to ask for a change. Plus, the seniors' laughter and fun seemed so inviting that I, someone who liked to see others happy, didn't object. I figured I'd have to introduce myself to friends anyway. We'd have to ask each other's names, so who'd care about the name on these tags?

But I was wrong!

Ever since I stepped into this faculty with that name tag, the name everyone knew me by until today was...

"Kamphan!"

"Kamphan! Bring some water for the juniors over here."

"Hey, Kamphan! Have you prepared the snacks yet?"

"Kamphan! What are you looking for? Come here!"

"Kamphan!"

"Kamphannn."

"Kamphannnn."

I stood there, confused among all the busy people. Someone asked for my help, another called for me, and they treated me like I was free to help anytime. But I wasn't that free. In one hand, I held a pack of bottled water, and in the other, I carried two bags of snacks. If I didn't have to speak, I'd probably have had something in my mouth, too.

"Where's Mark?" That's what I managed to ask.

"He's swimming," someone in the crowd answered. If I'm not mistaken, his name is Pheam or Phum or something like that.

"If you're going to see Mark, take some food to the swim team there, too."

"Hey, Kamphan, we have leftover meal boxes from the sophomore year here. Did you give out too many?"

"Max told me to get some bottled water from you, Kamphan."

"Kamphan, hurry up and get those bottled waters to Mark. The kids there are about to chug chlorine instead of drinking water."

"Kamphan."

"Big bro Kamphan."

"Kum-Phaaaan."

"Damn it," I cursed under my breath, frustrated. I looked around, sighed, and felt utterly helpless.

I wanted to bring water to Mark, but I was tied up with the sophomore meal boxes issue. I wanted to prepare the snacks, but I couldn't even start moving from here. There was just too much to handle with the welfare work and too much responsibility as the head of this unit. I had to serve well to all the juniors, to friends, and a senior, and now everyone was calling for me, not even using my real name.

"Kamphan! Don't be slow!"

"Give me a hand here, Kamphan."

"The change is in the big wallet, Kamphan."