By day, one is the misfit student, a bad boy with a penchant for rebellion who drives his professors to the brink. By night, he's a high-octane adrenaline junkie, living for the thrill of the race and the freedom it affords him. His disdain for rule...
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The morning had already been filled with a whirlwind of activity, and now, with the sun climbing higher, the university was alive with the energy of new beginnings.
Pahn, with her fashion-forward attire and confident stride, veered off towards the Arts and Design faculty. She flashed Fourth a bright smile and waved before disappearing into the throng of students headed in the same direction.
Fourth, clutching his newly adjusted outfit and a mix of nervous excitement, made his way to the Business faculty. The vast campus, a labyrinth of modern glass and traditional Thai architecture, seemed to stretch endlessly.
He maneuvered through the crowd, finding himself increasingly overwhelmed by the sheer scale of the institution.
Upon reaching the Business faculty building, Fourth was greeted by the grandiose entrance-a polished glass façade that reflected the morning sun.
As he walked through the doors, he was struck by the opulent interior, with high ceilings and sleek, minimalist design. However, the grandeur was tempered by an undercurrent of tension he could sense in the air.
The lecture hall, where Fourth's first class would take place, was already filling up. Students in tailored suits and designer outfits were chatting in low voices, their demeanor hinting at a clear hierarchy.
The elite students, who appeared to have their own unspoken social rules, occupied the prime seats near the front, while others, including Fourth, took the less desirable spots.
As Fourth scanned the room, trying to gauge where he fit in, he was approached by a student with a confident, easygoing demeanor.
This was Chokun Puttipong , a second-year student with a striking presence. Chokun, with his relaxed style and genuine smile, stood out amidst the sea of more aloof faces.
Hey there! You must be from the new batch , right ? Chokun greeted, his tone friendly and disarming. I'm Chokun. Mind if I join you ?
Fourth, slightly taken aback by the approach, nodded. Sure, take a seat. I am Fourth.
As Chokun settled beside him, he continued. I know this place can seem pretty overwhelming at first. There's a lot of unwritten rules and a lot of people who care about their social status, but don't let that get to you. You've got to find your own way through it.
Fourth raised an eyebrow, curious. Really ? It seems like everyone's really caught up in who's who.
Chokun chuckled. Oh, absolutely. But that's not everyone. You see, there's a group here that kind of runs things-The Rebels. They're the ones you've probably heard about. They've got the influence, the power, and they've got everyone's attention.
Fourth frowned slightly. I've heard some things. They sound pretty... formidable.
Formidable is putting it mildly. Chokun said with a wry smile. They've got a reputation, and for good reason. Gemini Norawit Titicharoenrak leads them. He's smart, charismatic, and his family's got clout. They command respect and instill a bit of fear.
