"Greasy...."
The three of my friends said it all at once, without any prior arrangement. It was the same feeling that made my stomach bloat and I slumped over on the long chairs of a pizza parlor. With two tickets, I was so full that I didn't feel like eating anything for hours.
"Thank heavens,"
Toey said in a hushed voice.
"Thank you fate,"
Bew turned to the person who had spoken before, and Praewa...
"Thank you, P'Jeans,"
Which triggered the other two friends to turn to look at her with the same eyes. Her best friend smiled with squinted eyes.
"Hmm, don't you guys know who got the pizza card from?"
"Don't tell me..."
"Yes, it's P'Jeans."
I slowly shook my head. The chatterbox told Toey and Bew the whole story after they had heard it from me this morning. When they found out that today's class was cancelled, they took the opportunity to bring their friends over to treat them to a pizza that would make them feel a bit full. However, I still felt a little embarrassed if I had to thank that P'Jeans.
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Rrrrrrr
Sister Nina: Luk Nai remembers?
I was sitting waiting for my intestines to digest my food while happily scrolling through my phone. My senior who had disappeared for a long time suddenly sent me a chat message.
Sister Nina: Do you know Sister Prim?
Luk Nai: No.
Sister Nina: It's okay if you don't know her. Let's just get to know her. Sister Prim is in her 4th year and we have the same code. Sister Prim has a booth at noon today to present her marketing subject and asked me to find someone to help set up the booth. Luk Nai can come help me?
Um...
Sister Nina: Come on, I'm under the faculty building. The booth sells fried chives.
What's wrong with my senior? She's never come to care for me in a hundred years. Now she's here, and she's just being conscripted to work.
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Under the faculty building
Today, the 4th year marketing students had a presentation at a booth to sell their products. There were teachers checking before and after. This place was especially lively right now with many people coming by looking for things to eat. I separated from my three friends and walked slowly to find the booth of my group and code number. Then I met Nina who was wearing an apron and busy with a large, flat pan in front of me.
"Nong's here, Prim!"
"Hello, Nina."
"Then I'll go first, Prim. Let my juniors continue."
She took off her apron and stuffed it into my hand. Then Nina walked over to grab her bag and happily left the area. Only I and the senior I didn't know were left...
"Nina is like this. I'm her senior. Whenever I have free time, I see her checking out the guys in the medical school."
The person behind me who was cutting vegetables said it casually, but it was a good thing.
I got to know my seniors more. Nina's code group senior is Mean, who is in her third year. And the oldest in her code group is Prim. The 4th year students who were diligently making chives as if they were five-star chefs still had a few friends in the presentation group, but they split up into different roles, buying ingredients and calling people to the booths.
