Freshman forthbeam (copied)

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Kongpob sent a message through his phone. To the SOTUS 1234 group chat.

Forth closed his eyes and took a deep, long breath.

Beam coughed nervously. "Yeah, well, I tried to sing and almost shattered a glass because my voice was far from perfect. It missed all the notes it should have from the first tone."

Someone chuckled softly.

Beam coughed again. "And I really can't play any musical instruments, not even a clarinet."

Someone coughed.
Others sneezed.
Many of the audience seemed to have a flu, well...

Beam rubbed his nose with the back of his hand. "I have no training in karate, judo, boxing, or anything related, however, I somehow ended up in real fights a few times because I somehow ended up causing trouble for myself and my good friends too."

"Jerk!" Someone yelled.

Beam furrowed his eyebrows. "Yeah. Usually, I'm called that during fights. But also, apparently while some people call me that because of my big mouth, and some girls appreciate the big part from other areas or parts of my body."

"Love you, Beammie!" A girl shouted.

There were at least 10 deadly sentences Kongpob had sent to Forth in SOTUS 1234.

"... Actually, I have a talent. More like a gift, actually. But it's very much related to the big thing girls love about me, and it would be illegal to show it on stage, so..."

"Kyaaa!!!" The girls started screaming.
"Booo!!!!" The guys shouted louder.

Fourth-year Engineering students gritted their teeth.
Third-year Engineering students buried their faces.
Second-year Engineering students were still trying to wake up from the nightmare in front of them, especially Ming.
Freshman Engineering students planned to throw Beam into the fire during the SOTUS closing this weekend and maybe also throw him to the sharks in the sea.

Phana wanted to make a barbecue out of Beam anytime.
Kit made a WOW with his lips.
Wayo's eyes widened in surprise.

Beam laughed.

"... Yeah. So, I decided I'll at least make the best use of the best thing I have, my big mouth." Beam said.

"Don't tell me this is stand-up comedy! You're not funny at all, not even a bit!" Someone yelled.

Beam still smiled. "No. It's not. I thought about it, but I'm not that funny. So... I'll tell a story instead."

"Yeah!! Tell us about Cinderella!!!" Someone shouted sarcastically.

Forth pressed hard on his nose bridge. He should have let Beam do a poem.

Beam took a long, deep breath. "It's very easy to become a jerk." He said with a sad smile.

No one screamed this time.

Beam took another long, deep breath. "So, I'll tell you a story about the biggest jerk I know."

Beam stopped only if someone wanted to give him another shout. But no one screamed or 'booed' him, so...

"Have you ever heard of the barbaric tradition of Engineering they call SOTUS and these damn Engineers treat themselves in a brotherhood?" Beam asked.