Being a university student made me realize that it's not easy when the teacher asks us to search for answers to homework in the library. Or maybe it's because I'm not smart enough to search for them.
Bew has already fallen asleep at the table in the cold air conditioning. Toey is almost discouraged. Praewa has been looking for books that are almost unrelated to the pile.
"Enough. What you found is nothing. Come here. I'll find it myself,"
I sighed as I told my friend who was holding three books piled up.
"That's great. I'm just feeling tired."
It would be better if we switched roles. Praewa is not a very good searcher. She opened the dictionary to find the letter K. Kai and still found the middle page. I respect the hidden happiness inside. I put my bag and everything on our table. I took only my phone.
Actually, I wasn't sure. The library had several floors. The subject the teacher gave me was kind of a cave between two categories. Sometimes, if I didn't find it on this floor, it might be in the next category, which I had to go up another floor. I circled around for a while before deciding to take the elevator to the next category.
The fourth floor was very empty. I wonder if people were gathered to watch a movie that the university was showing at the top floor, which was a small theater.
But that was good. I could walk around comfortably without people staring at me. Oh, except for the person sitting in front of the counter on each floor. Let's find it out so I can finish this. At this moment, all I had on my mind was homework for tomorrow morning.
It has to be submitted. Someone said that doing homework for 5 days is equivalent to 5 days of fatigue. If you do it for only 1 day, you will only be tired for 1 day. Good luck. The tiring of 1 day comes with not being able to find the answer.
Suddenly!
The thick book that happened to follow the one I picked up fell to the floor with a loud bang. It wasn't loud enough for the woman guarding the counter on this floor to hear, as she was quite far away. But the point was that when I bent down to pick it up, I came across something.
"Be quiet, okay."
A sleepy voice came from the face that was covered by a book that was being opened. It was a woman. The first word that popped into my head was, "Phi Jeans." And it really seemed like that, judging from her body shape and proportions.
What normal person would come and sleep in a corner on the floor of a library, spread out a book in front of their face, and tell others to be quiet when this is not a bedroom?
I shook my head at this, putting away the book and kneeling down next to her to be as quiet as possible, raising my hand to cover the ear of the person sleeping comfortably in the air conditioning.
"This is a library... I'll report it to the librarian."
"Luk Nai?"
She repeated my name in confusion and quickly pulled the book down until she saw that she was frowning with a genuinely curious tone. Her narrow eyes stared at me. Why? When she knew it was me, why did she panic a little? But that was all. Because the bad girl avoided eye contact and acted evasive.
"You open it."
"This time, I didn't open it at all. I came here to find a book in the library."
"This one?"
She raised her eyebrows and held up the book she had just used to cover her face.
"The Theory of the Second Universe."
