We are...คือเรารักกัน (We are... we are in love)

Chapter 82: Volunteer Camp (Part 3)

*This chapter hasn't been proofread.

Camp life continued to be lively, and people were gradually eliminated one by one in The Killer game. Just this morning, Mick got 'killed' by Friendly—his slip of paper said that if he grabbed Friendly's bobas, he'd die. And sure enough, Mick is now resting in peace, hahaha!

"Peem, are you free? Go help May's team pick vegetables with the villagers at the mountain base. It's only girls going—keep an eye on them." P'Tong came to tell me in the kitchen. "Take Park with you too."

"Got it, P'Tong."

I set down the knife I was using to split firewood and went to find Park, only to see he had already gone ahead with P'May and the others.

"Shorty! Where are you going?" A loud voice called from the roof of the new library as I walked past. I turned back—it was Phum.

The sunlight was behind him, while I was facing straight into it, so I had to shield my eyes with my hand to see him properly.

"Going to pick vegetables at the mountain base."

He nodded and sent me a sweet smile, which I returned—until the background noise of demons demanding merit filled the air. Tan and Q had started teasing us. Ugh. I bolted after P'May's group before those two got any more mileage out of it. What do you even get out of messing with me?!

"Peem, your friends are all good-looking, and funny too!"

Uh... hold on. So, the phrase 'Peem's friends' means I'm excluded, right? But then 'friends' suggests everyone is included. Is this a compound sentence or a simple one? Either way, it's crystal clear—P'May did not include me in the handsome category. Sigh.

"Oh, they're always crazy like this, P'May."

"With looks like that, they must all be taken by now. I had my eye on Khun Beer!"

Some people, especially those who weren't that close to Beer, respectfully called him Khun Beer. I mean, fair enough. With a family name that prestigious, it kinda comes with the territory.

"May, you're aiming real high! But what about N'Phum—does he have a faen, Peem? Haha!"

Oh wow. That's a direct hit. P'Fon's missing the obvious right in front of her.

"Uh... I have no idea, P'Fon. You should ask him yourself."

Phum's faen? Heh. If she just turned her head 45 degrees at a diagonal angle in the northeast direction, she'd see for herself. Heh heh! The girls kept teasing me. Thankfully, Park was there—otherwise, I would've been completely overwhelmed.

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And so, on our final night before parting ways, we had an epic farewell party atop Mae Chaem. Each color group put on their own performances, celebrating together after a full day of fun bonding activities with the kids. Earlier, we had played sports to strengthen friendships, and we also held the official handover ceremony for the newly built library. The atmosphere was deeply touching—another unforgettable moment.

Now, we were seated in our designated color sections, watching the razor-sharp-tongued hosts—our fearless Kapook and the queen herself, Friendly.

"Our first performance features a cast whose combined ages probably add up to over a thousand years!"

The moment Kapook finished speaking, the almost-graduates erupted into playful boos—because, of course, this performance was by the fresh grads. As soon as the introduction wrapped up, a familiar tune filled the air.