At six thirty, the bar had just opened, but most of the seats were already occupied.
As Thanapon pushed the door and walked in, he was momentarily stunned by the sight of so many people.
Upon seeing him enter, the patrons in the bar all turned their attention to him, causing a stir.
Some even let out excited screams.
The bartender standing near the door turned to Thanapon, raised his palm to his mouth, and whispered in a hushed tone, “The boss lady should give you a raise. Many of them are here specifically to hear you sing.”
Thanapon usually started singing at eight in the evening, so it was still early.
He glanced at the crowd, but didn’t react much.
As usual, he made his way towards the staircase on the side.
On the short walk to the stairs, someone held up their phone and called his name, but he didn’t look back.
He carried his guitar and went upstairs.
Tania was sitting on the sofa, engrossed in playing a game on her phone, and didn’t look up when she heard footsteps.
“Where did you get that phone?” Thanapon walked over, took the guitar off his shoulder, and leaned it against the wall, then glanced at the phone in her hand — it wasn’t the old-fashioned phone he had bought for Tania before, but a fairly new smartphone.
“I got it in exchange for the old one,” Tania said, her fingers moving swiftly on the screen. “I traded it with Little Fatty voluntarily. I showed him a trick with the old phone, cracking a walnut with it, and he was so impressed that he insisted on trading with me.”
Looking at Tania, who could effortlessly come up with a set of nonsense, Thanapon frowned, “If his parents come to beat you up, solve it yourself, don’t cause trouble for me.”
“You know nothing,” Tania said calmly. “In his parents’ eyes, the phone is already gone.”
Seems like she found herself a fool. Thanapon could roughly guess how she got this phone.
Forget it, as long as it’s not stolen, he’s not in the mood to deal with it now.
Tania finished her game, and the takeout also arrived.
She put the phone in her pocket and went downstairs to pick up the delivery.
Thanapon took the takeout from her, opened the two boxes, and started unpacking.
Thanapon sat down and forcefully opened the disposable chopsticks.
“I heard you’re going to be a star.”
Thanapon placed the unpacked food containers in front of her without saying a word.
“They showed me your video this afternoon,” Tania, eating a bite of stir-fried rice noodles, vaguely said, “The views were pretty high, didn’t embarrass me.”
Seeing Thanapon ignore her, she continued, “Being a star is great, you can earn a lot of money. Look at the person who took us to the hospital last time, spending money without blinking an eye. By the way, when you become a star, you have to make up for the meal you owed me last time, and also…”
"U, will definitely shine brighter than those stars on TV in the future.”
Suddenly, the voice and image related to Tony flashed in Thanapon’s mind.
He paused for a moment, then interrupted Tania irritably, “Shut up and eat your food.”
His tone was unfriendly, and Tania glared at him. “Whatever, forget it!”
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TO SHOU WITH LOVE
FanfictionA reckless and prepared to sting instrumental performer (gong) x a gentle and mature mentor (shou). On Sailub Hemmawich's twenty-ninth birthday, his friends in the circle organized a small birthday party for him. Outside the window, the sound of ra...
