Bear on the Moon - Thai

Cat lovers and absolute cat enthusiasts #2.1

I used to think that having elective courses would be a good thing, at least it would allow us to meet people from different faculties, escape the core subjects that were practically killing us, and have a more relaxed and stylish learning environment.

Keep your grades up, his friends said.

What the hell is this grade-collecting nonsense? Collecting my corpse is more like it! I should pack my bags and quit when the grades come out too!

เจโฮป

"Damn it..."

Deciding to vote freely in the basic language was one of the stupidest mistakes this Aphiwit has ever made in his life.

He couldn't believe Ika. He said it was just basic lessons, that he was sure to get an A.

Uh... am I going to fail, you bastard?

J-Hope shook his head, clutching his first quiz score, which was less than half, with a heavy heart. Going to the bathroom and not finding a bidet wasn't as depressing as this.

The paper was completely covered in red circles highlighting the errors, almost completely obscuring the pen marks he had written.

ชูก้า

"How much did you get?"

เจโฮป

"obtrusive"

Turning around and baring her teeth at the questioner, she immediately slammed the quiz paper face down on the table, glaring at her best friend, Aika, whose name was incredibly cool but who was 100% Chinese.

Suga chuckled softly, his narrow, single-lidded eyes gazing at him. His pale hand picked up his paper, displaying a perfect score of one hundred, and fanned himself with a utterly irritating gesture to cool down.

I shouldn't have bothered coming here to be friends with him. He flies back and forth between Thailand and China as often as it's Bangkok-Pattaya, and reads exam questions like he's reading a children's storybook.

So who is he? He's a guy who's utterly ignorant of languages, but who stupidly enrolled in a third language he can't read a single character of.

Enrolling in the wrong course was a mistake you'll regret until the day you die.

The higher you study, the more tired you become.

It's so tiring when a building doesn't have an elevator. (Thump!)

ชูก้า

"Come on, you might need some time to adjust. This is just the first quiz."

Perhaps out of pity or a touch of contempt, Suga patted his shoulder lightly in a comforting gesture, and he merely chuckled in response, knowing it was just empty consolation.

And there was no guarantee things would actually get better. He folded the papers and put them in a folder before they both walked out of the lecture hall when the class was over.

ชูก้า

"So... you're not going to tell me about that night, huh?!"

Okay, he immediately showed his ignorance the moment the words "that night" left his best friend's mouth.

It was a slang term that made him stumble over a speck of dust and almost tumble down the stairs if Suga hadn't grabbed his arm in time.

My heart sank last night when I realized I almost became one of the haunted stories of the entire building.

ชูก้า

"Be careful, man. Are you already weak just from asking a simple question?"

Her narrowed eyes glared at him angrily as she pulled his arm, urging him to walk straight ahead.

Wow, this is beyond exhaustion, you damn idiot. My legs and arms are so weak I almost fell down the stairs and broke my neck.

เจโฮป

"I just tripped, that's all."

ชูก้า

"So what's the deal? I've asked you several times, but you keep hesitating."

เจโฮป

"Nothing much."

ชูก้า

"Didn't you say you were going to claim her? Aimon has been waiting to hear since Saturday."

After saying that, she dragged him along by the arm, muttering that it would be better to eat at the cafeteria or go eat near her own faculty.

His hand was pressing the phone to message another friend, Suga, who had just finished his elective class as well. That elective was philosophy, which was much more intense than Chinese language, to the point that he couldn't afford to attend.

Their group is very large, with about twenty people: him, RM, Suga, him, RM, Suga (read this repeatedly until you've listed all twenty).

Just kidding! Don't throw anything this way! Actually, J-Hope only has two close friends: RM and Suga. They're in the same faculty and major.

That's the Chinese-looking girl standing next to him, 100% pure Chinese. (Don't tell him that's what he calls her in his head, or he'll be furious, even though she really is Chinese.)

As for Mon, he's the runner-up for Mr. Faculty, and he's handsome, tall, and has a good physique. He was very close to Suga before, and the two of them became close to him later.

เจโฮป

"I was so drunk, where would I get the intelligence to claim anything?"

ชูก้า

"I think so too. He was so drunk he collapsed on Min, and she had to help him up to his room. Where would he get the strength to do anything to her?"

The sarcastic tone made Hope wrinkle her nose, feeling humiliated. Kai shrugged and smiled.

ชูก้า

"See, that's all I have to say. What's there to be ashamed of? It was just a small mistake. If it wasn't this time, there's always next time."

เจโฮป

"...."

Well, it's not just that. It went way off!

The man with a criminal record looked dejected and inwardly furious, racking his brain for a way to change the subject from something that might expose him. J-Hope was a bad liar; he knew it well.

Hey, who's been following? It's stuck, isn't it?

I'll try to post it. It might be a bit short (or very short!).

Right now, my class at school is practicing for the school's sports day, which is next week.