flirt milk 2

x Chapter 2 x

Fresh milk and hot coffee

Chang Lek walked into the convenience store with the sound of a smiling female
employee sitting at the counter paying for plain milk. She smiled at the other
person before walking along the shelves until she reached the front of the store
manager. Some items in the cabinet were still empty. She saw an employee behind her
briefly, as if she was arranging items on the shelves.

Her big eyes watched the yogurt cartons flow into the beautifully arranged pieces
while she stood there, enjoying the milk cartons. The sound of the shop door
signaling when a new customer entered the shop.

In the morning like this, there aren't many students coming to buy things, so the
shop is quite quiet.

"What do you want?" The voice was clear and slightly hoarse.

Sounds familiar, like I've heard it before.

Nom Pla stood on tiptoe and looked at this person. He was very tall, so tall that
you could see his messy hair. But Yao couldn't see his face because he was standing
with his back to him.

"Hey, hurry up, I'm so tired I haven't slept since yesterday."

Oh my, I haven't slept since yesterday. Am I a bat-man or something?

Plain milk has been asleep since 10:30 PM. Her small mouth was nuzzling her temples
while her eyes were secretly looking at the other party's messy hair.

"You son of a bitch, I'm here to buy cigarettes. Why do you want to exchange them
for a bag of snacks? I hate plain milk, you son of a bitch!"

The man standing behind the steps frowned and his mouth was turned up.

What? You hate plain milk?!

A
Nom Jaed is certain that he has never met this person. Why do you hate each other?
Nom Jaed really doesn't understand.

"What the hell is this box of milk? I'm not buying it. That's all. I'm going back
to the studio. The building that I got is full of dead bodies. You're a bad guy.
You gave me such harsh orders."

Oh...you mean boxed milk?

The plain milk was so soft that she let out a deep sigh.

The other party's voice fell silent, so Nom Plain turned to pay attention to the
person who was soaking it like that. Her brows furrowed even more when she thought
of the person's words just now.

I hate bland milk.

Why? Plain milk is delicious and healthy.

Plain milk, pay as usual, thinking that there must be a signature sentence of the
shop following it like usual, the sentence to receive more dumplings and steamed
buns, it turned out to be

“Today we have a promotion: buy one get one free for banana kids. Are you
interested in joining?”

Banana boy?

Hmm, let's save it for our break.

Yes

"Would you like to take this? The clerk looked a little surprised but quickly put
two pieces of candy in a bag for me, totaling twenty-five baht."

Nampla put the money on the counter while waiting for the change. Another employee
who was in charge of the beverage section came over.

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“The customer just now forgot the Americano he ordered. The hot coffee cup was left
on the counter.

"The one who bought two packs of cigarettes?"

“Oh.

The plain milk pushed the glasses, the headphones, the conversation of the two
employees, the white hands picked up the things they bought and held them, the eyes
glanced at the hot coffee cup that was forgotten.

I don't like drinking plain milk but I drink hot coffee. It's probably because I
haven't slept since last night that I have to drink coffee so early in the morning.

Plain milk, doesn't like coffee. Even though some people say that when sleepy, you
have to drink coffee, but I don't drink plain milk. I like to drink milk. If it's
Ovaltine, not Loco or cocoa, it's still okay.

It's not that the person was so sleepy that he fell asleep in the middle of the
road.

Finally, his long hand reached out to grab the coffee cup.

“We'll give it to you.

“Oh, really? Thank you very much. The staff smiled and thanked me.

Nompla walked out holding a glass and stopped in front of the shop, looking left
and right.

"Where did he go after he was full?" "Nom Pla scratched his head in confusion, but
he was holding his stuff and was planning to take it to him.

Building studio room

The little person remembered what the tall person had said when talking on the
phone.

"Are they in the Fine Arts department, majoring in photography?" Nomjut remembered
that the faculty next to his faculty was the Faculty of Fine Arts, but if we're
talking about studios, most of them are used by the Photography department.

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When the decision was made in her mind, the plain milk in one hand held a bag of
plain milk and a banana cake in the other hand held a glass of hot coffee and
headed straight to the Faculty of Fine Arts building.

Is this a writing building? And are the people sitting and lying down there a
person? It can't be a scythe, right?

The school building was faded by time and had moss growing here and there. The wind
that blew through made the atmosphere look chillingly cold. The large trees
surrounding the building showed students dead all over. The condition was even more
horrifying than the Milk Tea faculty during exams.

The group of neighbors who rarely pass by looked more strange than I had expected.

The Faculty of Science, which lives by scientific principles, and their distant
neighbors, whose ideologies are somewhat inaccessible, make them not talk or meet
each other very often, but they do not hate each other.

The third-year student of the Faculty of Science stood looking left and right, not
knowing what to do next. Even though he could guess that the other party was
probably from this faculty, he had no idea where to find that person. Plus, the
milk was fresh. He was even more afraid and suspicious. Could the corpses lying
around under this faculty rise up and become squash like in the movies?

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Are you looking for someone?"

Abyss!!!

Nom Chet jumped back and looked at a corpse that was slowly rising up. It had a
hoarse voice, sunken eyes, and a green beard that was clearly visible. He probably
hadn't shaved. But it still wasn't the person he was looking for because he wasn't
as tall as that man. Nom Chet was certain that it wasn't this person.

"Er," the long hand whispered tightly into the bag. The large round eyes behind the
old-fashioned glasses opened slightly. The other person slowly dragged his legs
closer to him.

The milk has a slight scent of cigarette smoke on the nose.

“You’re a freshman? Which faculty are you from? Did you come to the wrong faculty?”
Nompla shakes his head. It's not a first year. He didn't come to the wrong faculty.
He just brought coffee for someone who forgot it.

The little person noticed the corpse of the person who bought the book. Huh? Didn't
he use bleach at home? Why is his shirt that long? The pants are really black. But
the fresh milk looks like it has long salt stains on it.

I suspect that the people from the Faculty of Fine Arts probably don't use bleach
to wash their clothes, so they're fighting the Ministry of Interior like this.

"Oh, we didn't come to the wrong group. We came to find people.

"Who are you looking for?"

"I don't know the color either," Nomjit replied with clear eyes.

The first time the listener's eyes twitched, "Is this guy annoying?" But when I saw
his big, round eyes and the way he looked at the name, I thought that the other
party might not be annoying.

"Oh...how would I know that Mang has been here for a year?

We are already in our third year, and the plain milk is arguing in our minds.

"We're looking for a very tall man, this tall." Nom Sod raised his hand with the
bag of milk above his head, pointing up to look taller.

People look at me with puzzled expressions. How tall is he?

"So what if I'm tall?"

"Forget it." The small figure thought about it. He had never seen it before, so how
should he explain it? "Rumor has it... he doesn't like to drink plain milk. He
likes to drink hot coffee." He held up the coffee for him to see.

If I kick your ashes out of here for a year, will I get played?

The listener took a deep breath.

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A
"Oh, so what if I don't break your breasts?" Now he has to know about someone
else's tastes and preferences.

“I don’t know what to buy. Oh, I smoke too. When I mentioned this, the little
person wrinkled her nose. Cigarettes are not good for the body.

"Everyone in this group smokes. If you don't smoke, go back and suck on your
mother's milk."

“Isn’t it necessary to chew gum? They don’t let you breastfeed, we’ve heard.

Scream!!!

It's like a blood vessel in my brain is about to burst a little.

"Okay, okay, so what? How am I supposed to know who Ming is looking for?"

Oh nooo....don't shout at Sinmuay, I'm scared.

"Hmm," let me think about it a bit more....

You cheater.

The face of a very evil villain

"A villain? Looks like a villain?" The listener asked again.

"Uh huh." Nom-nai nodded grimly.

"I think I know who you're looking for. I'll call for you.

A
"Thank you, Uncle. I said with a big smile. Hurry up and send it. The coffee is
going to get cold."

"Somchat, are you sure that someone is coming to see me?" Nomjut heard a deep and
clear voice coming from the hallway. The small figure hid beside us. The big one
made us have to lean forward to look. He pushed up his glasses to see more clearly,
but it still wasn't very clear because the other person kept raising his hand to
wipe his face and eyes.

"Oh, good. One year old came to see you. But how did you get to know him? He's so
long and stretchy, like he's cracked, and he's probably as big as your nipple."

The listener frowned. He was certain that he had never met anyone that Somchat had
mentioned before. His friends were all scumbags with lichen. Friends who hadn't
showered for three days could still talk to each other.

“Is this a human or a minion? The guy is as big as my nipple.” The young man
thought of a yellow cartoon character the size of his thumb that talked
incoherently all day long, annoyingly telling his friends to go see a movie. He
almost wanted to strangle his friend to get him to return the ticket price. He
chose to tell his friend that it was an action movie, but he didn’t care what it
was about because he was just getting bored. When he got into the theater, he
started talking about something. He couldn’t understand what they were talking
about. I, the audience, couldn’t understand anything. When I came out of the
theater, I wanted to go to the cinema and fight!

"Oh, hey, where did you go last year?

Now, Nom Chet knows that the person he met at first was named Somchat, and the
other person was walking with the second zombie...

The long-skinned mechanic slowly emerged from behind the pillar when he saw the
tall figure. His large round eyes widened. Judging from his sight, he still wasn't
as tall as the other person's collarbone. When he looked up, Nomjit had to frown.
Oh my... He has such a long beard. Has he never shaved it? It's even more messy
than the old man who sells antiques at the entrance to his house. That old man said
it was his style. This person has his own style. What style do you want?

He could only hold his chin back and forth. He didn't have much mustache, so he
grew it so slowly that he didn't even need to shave.

The person he came to find, according to what he had heard, looked a bit like a
villain, a bit like a villain, but this person is not, no matter what, not him.

Eyes that were sharp and fierce, like they had been slit, black eyes that looked
mysterious, a high, straight nose, the lower half of the face was covered with
green beard, long, messy hair that was unkempt and unkempt, down to the neck, sun-
drenched until it was a light honey-colored color, the same shirt that was probably
never worn, a harem pants, running straight to the head, old-fashioned sneakers
that were still cool.

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This person has the most villainous face.

You definitely got the wrong person. You said you knew Somchat. Who did you go
after?

"Who is it?" When Nom Plain asked, the listeners almost gasped.

"Oh, this is the person you're looking for, Oh.

"No, it's not the wrong person. Didn't you just say that your face looks like a
criminal's?" There are different levels of fearsomeness between criminals and big
bandits.

The tall figure felt as if his brain was about to burst and the blood vessels were
about to bulge.

"Who are you?" A deep voice filled with irritation.

"Oh, my name is Nomjued." He stopped poking his chest with his finger and made a
serious face, not looking at the listener's face. He came to find someone who had
ordered coffee at 7-Eleven and forgot to bring it, so I brought it to him.
Actually, I met him yesterday and he even competed with me at 7-Eleven.

The young man wanted to throw his friend Somchat's head off. Who the hell did he
bring to me?

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The minions are divided into small proportions, each as big as a thumb. The only
difference is the skin color. The face is as plain as rice porridge. The skin is so
long that it's almost like a story. They wear old-fashioned glasses from the time
of World War II. They dress in a way that is strict. Think about it, they are
completely in accordance with the rules. The main character can't find anything
wrong from head to toe. He speaks strangely, making you want to come and count.
There are so many fights.

His sharp eyes scanned the small face, trying to remember when he had ever
surpassed a minion, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember.

I saw that he was going to close his mouth again so I quickly raised my hand to
stop him, otherwise, Phu would have broken his head right now.

"Enough, I'm the one who's still searching," the tall man admitted, otherwise,
today we might not be able to talk clearly.

Plain milk moved one step closer but there was still a lot of distance because this
person said that he hadn't showered since yesterday.
“Really? Is your name really a villain?” he asked, blinking his eyes. The name Zhu
really suits you. Your mother is really good at naming you. Your face looks exactly
like the villain in the prime time drama.

"This guy is Wonkid! My name is Hero!"

The round eyes behind the glasses widened and looked up and down until the owner of
the name of the hero's eyebrows twitched. Din was twitching too.
Oh, in the past, the face is so pale. How is it not like the main character? If
it's a main character in a prime time drama, he must have a smooth and clear face.
My mother often compliments him. I wonder if he secretly changed his name later,
right?

"He doesn't look like the hero at all," Nomjut protested.

Somchat snorted, “How many freshmen are this funny? How many people dare to argue
with the main character? These days, he likes to exchange heads with other people.
He just met Lek Taek Fab who dared to argue with him so loudly. “It’s my business.
What business do you have, exactly?” The main character swore that in two minutes,
if he’s not mistaken, that extraterrestrial minion will go far away. He’ll beat
Somchat up instead for disturbing his time while he’s working. Nom Plain shrugged
his shoulders when he was yelled at loudly. Even though he was a little scared, his
small body still handed the hot coffee that was starting to not be hot to the other
person.

“I left the coffee at the shop, so I brought it to you.

The tall figure paused and thought back to when he had just gone to buy cigarettes
and ordered coffee. But as soon as he got the cigarettes, he had walked out so
quickly that he had completely forgotten what he had ordered.

Now I remember what I forgot, but I really don't want it back at all. The coffee is
only a few dozen baht, but I have to deal with the minions exchanging Fab. They
talk like they're punching clams. It's giving me a headache.

Yugo's karma is karma

But in the end, the hero accepted the item and said, "Okay, okay, I'm happy."

"Oh, it's okay," Nom Jao smiled widely when she saw the coffee in its owner's hand.

"Okay, okay, you can go now," the young man waved provocatively.

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"Um, I have to go to school." Nomjit looked at the clock that said it was almost
time to go to school. But before she went, she wanted to clear up some doubts.
"Hey, you villain...

"My name is Phra Ek," the handsome man immediately retorted. The plain milk shrank
back, fearing that the other party's saliva would splash on him.

"Oh, the hero is fine. There's no need to be so angry. I'm all shocked." The light
pink lips moved. The listener's hands twitched.

Minions are fapping/Are you trying to piss me off?!

"I want to know if there is a hoster at home." I really like plain milk. I really
want to know.

The hero's eyebrows are twitching. What's wrong with that short-legged highlighter?

"What's wrong with you?" An aura of irritation spread throughout the area.

The little guy wrinkled his brows and pouted slightly, took two steps back, and
hugged his bag tightly like the hero was about to transform.

“I saw a dull colored shirt, so I’m going to show you how to wash white clothes.
Broken!

"What are you choosing with my clothes? I use Fab powder at home. You don't know
what bleach you're using." Now, both my eyebrows and eyes are shaking, and my hands
and feet are twitching at the same time!

Why do you say it like Prab that Nom Jao likes to meddle in other people's clothes?
Just buy...

"We just wanted you to wear a long shirt, that's all." The voice was a little sad
because people didn't see the good intentions.

The hero looked at the minion as tall as his thumb and became dejected. Every time
he exchanged heads with his friends in the group, they would retaliate by cracking
their heads back. No one had ever looked so dejected as a minion eating a banana
before.

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To be honest, I'm not doing it right!

"Okay, okay. I'll go buy some and use it. In the end, the tall guy just brushed it
off so that he could think of the minion and go back to his faculty. Go back the
way you came."

Nomjit smiled widely, showing her white teeth before pushing up her glasses.
"Hotter is really good."

“Erming can go back now.”

Nodding her head, she smiled with puffed cheeks.

"Let's go."

The hero turned around immediately when he got the minion and was about to run out
of the faculty building, but he suddenly stopped.

"Ah, the hero's name is Hero, right?" Why did you come back again? "Here, take this
and eat it too. Don't just drink coffee. Big guys need to eat a lot. When it
reaches its body, put the brown lump in the plastic bag. Don't scratch it with your
hands, smile, and squint your eyes. Then, run away."

<

Sharp eyes look down at the thing in hand

banana boy

It's familiar, like seeing convenience store employees recommending promotions at

You got a minion and you gave me a buy one get one free promotion from 7-Eleven!!!
x Chapter 2 x

Fresh milk and hot coffee

Chang Lek walked into the convenience store with the sound of a smiling female
employee sitting at the counter paying for plain milk. She smiled at the other
person before walking along the shelves until she reached the front of the store
manager. Some items in the cabinet were still empty. She saw an employee behind her
briefly, as if she was arranging items on the shelves.

Her big eyes watched the yogurt cartons flow into the beautifully arranged pieces
while she stood there, enjoying the milk cartons. The sound of the shop door
signaling when a new customer entered the shop.

In the morning like this, there aren't many students coming to buy things, so the
shop is quite quiet.

"What do you want?" The voice was clear and slightly hoarse.

Sounds familiar, like I've heard it before.

Nom Pla stood on tiptoe and looked at this person. He was very tall, so tall that
you could see his messy hair. But Yao couldn't see his face because he was standing
with his back to him.

"Hey, hurry up, I'm so tired I haven't slept since yesterday."

Oh my, I haven't slept since yesterday. Am I a bat-man or something?

Plain milk has been asleep since 10:30 PM. Her small mouth was nuzzling her temples
while her eyes were secretly looking at the other party's messy hair.

"You son of a bitch, I'm here to buy cigarettes. Why do you want to exchange them
for a bag of snacks? I hate plain milk, you son of a bitch!"

The man standing behind the steps frowned and his mouth was turned up.

What? You hate plain milk?!

A
Nom Jaed is certain that he has never met this person. Why do you hate each other?
Nom Jaed really doesn't understand.

"What the hell is this box of milk? I'm not buying it. That's all. I'm going back
to the studio. The building that I got is full of dead bodies. You're a bad guy.
You gave me such harsh orders."

Oh...you mean boxed milk?

The plain milk was so soft that she let out a deep sigh.

The other party's voice fell silent, so Nom Plain turned to pay attention to the
person who was soaking it like that. Her brows furrowed even more when she thought
of the person's words just now.

I hate bland milk.

Why? Plain milk is delicious and healthy.

"One item costs thirteen baht."

Plain milk, pay as usual, thinking that there must be a signature sentence of the
shop following it like usual, the sentence to receive more dumplings and steamed
buns, it turned out to be

“Today we have a promotion: buy one get one free for banana kids. Are you
interested in joining?”

Banana boy?

Hmm, let's save it for our break.

Yes

"Would you like to take this? The clerk looked a little surprised but quickly put
two pieces of candy in a bag for me, totaling twenty-five baht."

Nampla put the money on the counter while waiting for the change. Another employee
who was in charge of the beverage section came over.

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“The customer just now forgot the Americano he ordered. The hot coffee cup was left
on the counter.

"The one who bought two packs of cigarettes?"

“Oh.

The plain milk pushed the glasses, the headphones, the conversation of the two
employees, the white hands picked up the things they bought and held them, the eyes
glanced at the hot coffee cup that was forgotten.

I don't like drinking plain milk but I drink hot coffee. It's probably because I
haven't slept since last night that I have to drink coffee so early in the morning.

Plain milk, doesn't like coffee. Even though some people say that when sleepy, you
have to drink coffee, but I don't drink plain milk. I like to drink milk. If it's
Ovaltine, not Loco or cocoa, it's still okay.

It's not that the person was so sleepy that he fell asleep in the middle of the
road.

Finally, his long hand reached out to grab the coffee cup.

“We'll give it to you.

“Oh, really? Thank you very much. The staff smiled and thanked me.

Nompla walked out holding a glass and stopped in front of the shop, looking left
and right.

"Where did he go after he was full?" "Nom Pla scratched his head in confusion, but
he was holding his stuff and was planning to take it to him.

Building studio room

The little person remembered what the tall person had said when talking on the
phone.

"Are they in the Fine Arts department, majoring in photography?" Nomjut remembered
that the faculty next to his faculty was the Faculty of Fine Arts, but if we're
talking about studios, most of them are used by the Photography department.

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When the decision was made in her mind, the plain milk in one hand held a bag of
plain milk and a banana cake in the other hand held a glass of hot coffee and
headed straight to the Faculty of Fine Arts building.

Is this a writing building? And are the people sitting and lying down there a
person? It can't be a scythe, right?

The school building was faded by time and had moss growing here and there. The wind
that blew through made the atmosphere look chillingly cold. The large trees
surrounding the building showed students dead all over. The condition was even more
horrifying than the Milk Tea faculty during exams.

The group of neighbors who rarely pass by looked more strange than I had expected.

The Faculty of Science, which lives by scientific principles, and their distant
neighbors, whose ideologies are somewhat inaccessible, make them not talk or meet
each other very often, but they do not hate each other.

The third-year student of the Faculty of Science stood looking left and right, not
knowing what to do next. Even though he could guess that the other party was
probably from this faculty, he had no idea where to find that person. Plus, the
milk was fresh. He was even more afraid and suspicious. Could the corpses lying
around under this faculty rise up and become squash like in the movies?

<

Are you looking for someone?"

Abyss!!!

Nom Chet jumped back and looked at a corpse that was slowly rising up. It had a
hoarse voice, sunken eyes, and a green beard that was clearly visible. He probably
hadn't shaved. But it still wasn't the person he was looking for because he wasn't
as tall as that man. Nom Chet was certain that it wasn't this person.

"Er," the long hand whispered tightly into the bag. The large round eyes behind the
old-fashioned glasses opened slightly. The other person slowly dragged his legs
closer to him.

The milk has a slight scent of cigarette smoke on the nose.

“You’re a freshman? Which faculty are you from? Did you come to the wrong faculty?”
Nompla shakes his head. It's not a first year. He didn't come to the wrong faculty.
He just brought coffee for someone who forgot it.

The little person noticed the corpse of the person who bought the book. Huh? Didn't
he use bleach at home? Why is his shirt that long? The pants are really black. But
the fresh milk looks like it has long salt stains on it.

I suspect that the people from the Faculty of Fine Arts probably don't use bleach
to wash their clothes, so they're fighting the Ministry of Interior like this.

"Oh, we didn't come to the wrong group. We came to find people.

"Who are you looking for?"

"I don't know the color either," Nomjit replied with clear eyes.
The first time the listener's eyes twitched, "Is this guy annoying?" But when I saw
his big, round eyes and the way he looked at the name, I thought that the other
party might not be annoying.

"Oh...how would I know that Mang has been here for a year?

We are already in our third year, and the plain milk is arguing in our minds.

"We're looking for a very tall man, this tall." Nom Sod raised his hand with the
bag of milk above his head, pointing up to look taller.

People look at me with puzzled expressions. How tall is he?

"So what if I'm tall?"

"Forget it." The small figure thought about it. He had never seen it before, so how
should he explain it? "Rumor has it... he doesn't like to drink plain milk. He
likes to drink hot coffee." He held up the coffee for him to see.

If I kick your ashes out of here for a year, will I get played?

The listener took a deep breath.

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A
"Oh, so what if I don't break your breasts?" Now he has to know about someone
else's tastes and preferences.

“I don’t know what to buy. Oh, I smoke too. When I mentioned this, the little
person wrinkled her nose. Cigarettes are not good for the body.

"Everyone in this group smokes. If you don't smoke, go back and suck on your
mother's milk."

“Isn’t it necessary to chew gum? They don’t let you breastfeed, we’ve heard.

Scream!!!

It's like a blood vessel in my brain is about to burst a little.

"Okay, okay, so what? How am I supposed to know who Ming is looking for?"

Oh nooo....don't shout at Sinmuay, I'm scared.

"Hmm," let me think about it a bit more....

You cheater.

The face of a very evil villain

"Hmm, the name of the villain... the face looks like a villain. "Yes, I've heard
the other party's friends call him that. It should be the villain's name.

"A villain? Looks like a villain?" The listener asked again.

"Uh huh." Nom-nai nodded grimly.

"I think I know who you're looking for. I'll call for you.
A
"Thank you, Uncle. I said with a big smile. Hurry up and send it. The coffee is
going to get cold."

"Somchat, are you sure that someone is coming to see me?" Nomjut heard a deep and
clear voice coming from the hallway. The small figure hid beside us. The big one
made us have to lean forward to look. He pushed up his glasses to see more clearly,
but it still wasn't very clear because the other person kept raising his hand to
wipe his face and eyes.

"Oh, good. One year old came to see you. But how did you get to know him? He's so
long and stretchy, like he's cracked, and he's probably as big as your nipple."

The listener frowned. He was certain that he had never met anyone that Somchat had
mentioned before. His friends were all scumbags with lichen. Friends who hadn't
showered for three days could still talk to each other.

“Is this a human or a minion? The guy is as big as my nipple.” The young man
thought of a yellow cartoon character the size of his thumb that talked
incoherently all day long, annoyingly telling his friends to go see a movie. He
almost wanted to strangle his friend to get him to return the ticket price. He
chose to tell his friend that it was an action movie, but he didn’t care what it
was about because he was just getting bored. When he got into the theater, he
started talking about something. He couldn’t understand what they were talking
about. I, the audience, couldn’t understand anything. When I came out of the
theater, I wanted to go to the cinema and fight!

"Oh, hey, where did you go last year?

Now, Nom Chet knows that the person he met at first was named Somchat, and the
other person was walking with the second zombie...

The long-skinned mechanic slowly emerged from behind the pillar when he saw the
tall figure. His large round eyes widened. Judging from his sight, he still wasn't
as tall as the other person's collarbone. When he looked up, Nomjit had to frown.
Oh my... He has such a long beard. Has he never shaved it? It's even more messy
than the old man who sells antiques at the entrance to his house. That old man said
it was his style. This person has his own style. What style do you want?

He could only hold his chin back and forth. He didn't have much mustache, so he
grew it so slowly that he didn't even need to shave.

The person he came to find, according to what he had heard, looked a bit like a
villain, a bit like a villain, but this person is not, no matter what, not him.

Eyes that were sharp and fierce, like they had been slit, black eyes that looked
mysterious, a high, straight nose, the lower half of the face was covered with
green beard, long, messy hair that was unkempt and unkempt, down to the neck, sun-
drenched until it was a light honey-colored color, the same shirt that was probably
never worn, a harem pants, running straight to the head, old-fashioned sneakers
that were still cool.

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This person has the most villainous face.

You definitely got the wrong person. You said you knew Somchat. Who did you go
after?
"Who is it?" When Nom Plain asked, the listeners almost gasped.

"Oh, this is the person you're looking for, Oh.

"No, it's not the wrong person. Didn't you just say that your face looks like a
criminal's?" There are different levels of fearsomeness between criminals and big
bandits.

The tall figure felt as if his brain was about to burst and the blood vessels were
about to bulge.

"Who are you?" A deep voice filled with irritation.

"Oh, my name is Nomjued." He stopped poking his chest with his finger and made a
serious face, not looking at the listener's face. He came to find someone who had
ordered coffee at 7-Eleven and forgot to bring it, so I brought it to him.
Actually, I met him yesterday and he even competed with me at 7-Eleven.

The young man wanted to throw his friend Somchat's head off. Who the hell did he
bring to me?

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The minions are divided into small proportions, each as big as a thumb. The only
difference is the skin color. The face is as plain as rice porridge. The skin is so
long that it's almost like a story. They wear old-fashioned glasses from the time
of World War II. They dress in a way that is strict. Think about it, they are
completely in accordance with the rules. The main character can't find anything
wrong from head to toe. He speaks strangely, making you want to come and count.
There are so many fights.

His sharp eyes scanned the small face, trying to remember when he had ever
surpassed a minion, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember.

I saw that he was going to close his mouth again so I quickly raised my hand to
stop him, otherwise, Phu would have broken his head right now.

"Enough, I'm the one who's still searching," the tall man admitted, otherwise,
today we might not be able to talk clearly.

Plain milk moved one step closer but there was still a lot of distance because this
person said that he hadn't showered since yesterday.
“Really? Is your name really a villain?” he asked, blinking his eyes. The name Zhu
really suits you. Your mother is really good at naming you. Your face looks exactly
like the villain in the prime time drama.

"This guy is Wonkid! My name is Hero!"

The round eyes behind the glasses widened and looked up and down until the owner of
the name of the hero's eyebrows twitched. Din was twitching too.

Oh, in the past, the face is so pale. How is it not like the main character? If
it's a main character in a prime time drama, he must have a smooth and clear face.
My mother often compliments him. I wonder if he secretly changed his name later,
right?

"He doesn't look like the hero at all," Nomjut protested.

Somchat snorted, “How many freshmen are this funny? How many people dare to argue
with the main character? These days, he likes to exchange heads with other people.
He just met Lek Taek Fab who dared to argue with him so loudly. “It’s my business.
What business do you have, exactly?” The main character swore that in two minutes,
if he’s not mistaken, that extraterrestrial minion will go far away. He’ll beat
Somchat up instead for disturbing his time while he’s working. Nom Plain shrugged
his shoulders when he was yelled at loudly. Even though he was a little scared, his
small body still handed the hot coffee that was starting to not be hot to the other
person.

“I left the coffee at the shop, so I brought it to you.

The tall figure paused and thought back to when he had just gone to buy cigarettes
and ordered coffee. But as soon as he got the cigarettes, he had walked out so
quickly that he had completely forgotten what he had ordered.

Now I remember what I forgot, but I really don't want it back at all. The coffee is
only a few dozen baht, but I have to deal with the minions exchanging Fab. They
talk like they're punching clams. It's giving me a headache.

Yugo's karma is karma

But in the end, the hero accepted the item and said, "Okay, okay, I'm happy."

"Oh, it's okay," Nom Jao smiled widely when she saw the coffee in its owner's hand.

"Okay, okay, you can go now," the young man waved provocatively.

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"Um, I have to go to school." Nomjit looked at the clock that said it was almost
time to go to school. But before she went, she wanted to clear up some doubts.
"Hey, you villain...

"My name is Phra Ek," the handsome man immediately retorted. The plain milk shrank
back, fearing that the other party's saliva would splash on him.

"Oh, the hero is fine. There's no need to be so angry. I'm all shocked." The light
pink lips moved. The listener's hands twitched.

Minions are fapping/Are you trying to piss me off?!

"I want to know if there is a hoster at home." I really like plain milk. I really
want to know.

The hero's eyebrows are twitching. What's wrong with that short-legged highlighter?

"What's wrong with you?" An aura of irritation spread throughout the area.

The little guy wrinkled his brows and pouted slightly, took two steps back, and
hugged his bag tightly like the hero was about to transform.

“I saw a dull colored shirt, so I’m going to show you how to wash white clothes.

Broken!

"What are you choosing with my clothes? I use Fab powder at home. You don't know
what bleach you're using." Now, both my eyebrows and eyes are shaking, and my hands
and feet are twitching at the same time!

Why do you say it like Prab that Nom Jao likes to meddle in other people's clothes?
Just buy...

"We just wanted you to wear a long shirt, that's all." The voice was a little sad
because people didn't see the good intentions.

The hero looked at the minion as tall as his thumb and became dejected. Every time
he exchanged heads with his friends in the group, they would retaliate by cracking
their heads back. No one had ever looked so dejected as a minion eating a banana
before.

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To be honest, I'm not doing it right!

"Okay, okay. I'll go buy some and use it. In the end, the tall guy just brushed it
off so that he could think of the minion and go back to his faculty. Go back the
way you came."

Nomjit smiled widely, showing her white teeth before pushing up her glasses.
"Hotter is really good."

“Erming can go back now.”

Nodding her head, she smiled with puffed cheeks.

"Let's go."

The hero turned around immediately when he got the minion and was about to run out
of the faculty building, but he suddenly stopped.

"Ah, the hero's name is Hero, right?" Why did you come back again? "Here, take this
and eat it too. Don't just drink coffee. Big guys need to eat a lot. When it
reaches its body, put the brown lump in the plastic bag. Don't scratch it with your
hands, smile, and squint your eyes. Then, run away."

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Sharp eyes look down at the thing in hand

banana boy

It's familiar, like seeing convenience store employees recommending promotions at

You got a minion and you gave me a buy one get one free promotion from 7-Eleven!!!