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SOTUS PROJECT - Chapter 4

RULE FOR FRESHMEN No. 4

Don’t Forget What You Have Warned

“W

Here is your nametag?”

It was just a simple question for anyone but for the first year students of the Engineering Faculty, this kind of question is a death call. The one who was being asked was standing in the very middle of the common room. He had been spotted by Arthit, a third year student who’s also the chairman of the initiation committee. He surely has sharp eyes. He made people feel uncomfortable just by looking at them.

The other party was inanimately aware of the stare. He must answer the question or else, he would be damned.

“I—I lost it, sir,” he said.

Arthit took a very deep breath. He was furious of the answer. He had told them enough about it and the greenies were still unaware of his warning.

“Don’t you know the reason why did I command you to always have your nametag?” he asked. “To make fun of you?” he continued. “Don’t you know how important the nametags are? They’re telling your friends who the hell are you. You really get on my nerve, you know. Or you are intentionally avoiding us—the seniors.”

The greenies were left speechless. Some of them shook their heads, shuddered, or denied in murmurs.

“No, sir…” said the nameless greenie.

Their defenses didn’t help much. Arthit already narrowed down his eyes. He had jumped to his own conclusion.

“Well then…” Arthit said. “It must be because of you thought that your friends already know you well. And that was why you didn’t need your nametag anymore. This is pretty reasonable, right?”

…

“So let’s take a guess. Are you really this popular?” Arthit said. “Do any of you here know this guy? What’s his name?”

Arthit took a fabulous walk to the front row of the freshmen. None of them dared to speak. Mostly might be because they didn’t know the guy’s name but some who might know were too afraid to speak. They could have it wrong and ended up being bullied by the committee.

The struggle was real. The nameless greenie was terrified. He didn’t want to get the punishment—and he already saw what was it like to be Arthit’s nemesis.

 “Surprisingly no one knows him,” he said. “You’re not dating anyone here, aren’t you?”

Arthit mocked him. He insulted the nameless greeny’s capability as a man. Arthit’s question did hit his pride and if this humiliation continued, he might shed his tears. Arthit was ready to continue his humiliation when he heard a quite familiar voice.

“His name is Aim!”

It was loud and clear. Everyone in the room can hear it.

“And who’s that?” Arthit asked—unsure where did the voice come from.

“It’s me,” said the same quite familiar voice.

The voice owner raised his hand and stood up. And that was when Arthit realized that he has finally met his true nemesis. His eyes was unnaturally wide and the anger consumed him.

…and it’s none of the one famous savior, the greenies’ hero; the true nemesis of the Chairman of the Initiation Committee.

0062, Kongpob!

He has been my rival in many occasions and he still has gut to challenge me? What is he—shameless?

Arthit showed an impairing smile. He was a little bit lost a moment ago but he finally found his senses again. The rival has come to the stage and he asks for a rematch. I will not lose… I need to set a new goal.

“You know him?” Arthit asked.

“Why wouldn’t I?” said Kongpob.

That was a strong answer. It was no mistake that the fucker wanted to play with me.

“Give me your ID card!” Arthit demanded.

Aim was astonished. He took out his wallet and hurriedly gave Arthit his ID card.

Arthit briefly presented his annoying grin. He was already into the game. All he had to do is to ask Kongpob a few questions and he would have his prize.

“What’s his first name?” He asked.

“Kathawuth.”

“His surname?”

“Hathaiprasert”

“Date of birth?”

“December 12, 1995.”

Good Lord! He got them all right.

Arthit really wanted to scream by then. He surprised that Kongpob did know about all of these stuffs.

How on earth he knew about these? Did he plan this beforehand? Or did they coincidentally talk about this matter before? It’s not strange for the freshmen to talk about their names and date of birth at the beginning of the school year. That’s probably why he courageously answered my questions.

But Arthit had not yet finished. He still had his backup plan. He would not let Kongpob get away this time. Don’t call me Arthit if I couldn’t take him down. He swore for it.

“Go back to your seat!” Arthit said. “It looks like that your friend did know you well.”

Aim got back to his seat and exhaled.

“But what I need to know is,” Arthit continued. “Do you know your friends other than him?”

Kongpob was relief because Arthit let Aim back to his seat. He was a little worry back then, but now he would face another hardship because the next game would be involving the other freshmen. He concerned about the things his classmate would face for his reckless action before. Kongpob was not afraid of being punished. He could get use to them. In fact, he already knew that he had always been the target.

“EVERYONE,” Arthit shouted, “TAKE YOUR NAMETAGS OFF YOUR CHEST!”

The greenies had no idea what would Arthit do next but one thing for sure; they must obey the order immediately.

Soon after they took off their nametags, Arthit began his expansion.

“0023, stand up!”

The one who had being called was instantly standing up. It’s a she. And we could tell that she was obviously terrified from the way she held onto the tip of her shirt.

Arthit approached the young lady from across the room. Then, he turned back—facing the rest of the audiences with his undesirable sharp eyes.

“Why don’t you tell me what’s her name?” Arthit asked.

Everyone was motionless. It was a lot like in the movie when an actor punched his enemy and the surrounding was frozen for a couple seconds while the camera moved fast to get a better angle of the attack.

Kongpop, in the other hand, was already expecting it. He might be clueless before but he positively sure that the bullet was prepared for him and him only. So he decided to be on the game. He took a long breath before answering…

“It’s Maprang, sir.”

For a millisecond Arthit was so sure that Kongpop will not able to answer his question but then he heard him. He was furious but he must check his answer first.

“Show me your nametag!” said Arthit.

The girl showed him her nametag and there was clearly written ‘Maprang’.

So… now you know her name. But this is just the beginning.

“0038!”

This time, a humble looking young man from the left row stood up. Arthit rushed off to him and repeated the same question as before.

“What’s his name?”

“It’s Oak, sir!” said Kongpop.

Arthit didn’t wait for the answer. He personally checked the name and was once again, surprised. The moment he saw the nametag gave him a double headshot. But he’s not yet defeated.

Phew! What a mess, right? But the Industrial Engineering students this year are more than two hundred people. There is no way he could remember all of them. As long as it’s not a girl, I surely will punish him and that poor unlucky guy.

The calls continued for a few rounds until…

“0151!”

A greenie girl with glasses stood up of her seat.

Everyone—including Arthit—was waiting for the answer but the silent had conquered the room.

Whoa, see!!! I got you, boy.

“Why can’t you say her name?”

Arthit was on his feet again. He showed his sharp looking face again. The whole greenies are in terror. They were expecting to hear some painful truth from Kongpop.

“I don’t know, sir!” said Kongpop.

And it killed all the light in their—already death—eyes.

In the end… Kongpop, you don’t really know everything. I should say goodbye to you, this time.

But the real deal was on. What am I going to do to this lifeless soul? Should I punish her? I don’t think it wise to punish an innocent girl. What if I blame that guy over there for this cutie girl over here? …yes, I could. I should give him a valuable lesson today… he must get what he deserve—a payback.

“Give me your nametag!” said Arthit.

The girl took off her nametag and walked across the room to give Arthit her one valuable nametag—while everyone’s eyes followed her every single trembling moves.

“I told you that I gave you this nametag is to let your friends know who you are. So you can get to know each other—and remember each other names,” said Arthit. “But the thing that has just happened told me that you don’t want to get to know each other. You don’t even remember their names,” he continued. “So I’ll just rip it for you…”

Arthit then rip off the girl’s nametag into two pieces. It was made of a bright orange cardboard with a label-like hanging rope at the both of the top sides.

“It’s just useless if you don’t even read them.”

He threw both pieces to the floor in the most dramatic way possible. Everyone was stunned and the nameless innocent girl was left in astonished.

“Just remember… this-is-what-happen-if-you-don’t-pay-attention-to-your-friend.”

Arthit walked back to his position up front. He then warped up his speech by saying, “My duty is over. And tomorrow, I want every one of you to wear your nametag properly. But if you think you are popular enough, you can just leave them out.”

“Yes, sir!” the room howled in unison.

Arthit nodded. He then led a small group of the committees to get out of the room in a well known lineup. His had a mixed feeling in his head. He admitted that he did go turbo[1] back then but that was also his duty to discipline the greenies. It’s like set a sprat to catch a mackerel[2].

It’s for a greater good. Arthit said to himself. Because to make everyone follow the order, I sometime need to do the sacrifice. The greenies need something to be fear about.

…it’s the noble tradition of the faculty. Arthit convinced himself. The girl probably got hurt by now. His common sense talked to him. She might understand it later…

Arthit looked back at the common room right before he got to the door but what he saw was something inevitably disturbing.

Kongpop—he approached the girl; ignoring the very unusual look of the entire room, Kongpop went to the girl who was sweeping her tears off of her face. The girl raised her head and looked up to him. She suddenly stopped crying.

“What’s your name?” asked Kongpop.

She hesitated for a moment but answered him with a little sob.

“The name is May” said she.

Kongpob nodded. He then did something what Arthit really didn’t ever think about: took of his own nametag; grabbed his pen; and at the back of it, he wrote something down; and smiled at her.

“For you,” said Kongpop.

The words are clear. They are ‘May’ and her code number ‘0051’. People who saw it had been patronized. And Arthit—Arthit was the opposite of being calm. He’s getting angry, angrier and furious.

What the hell are you doing, Kongpop! What the fucking hell is this?

He hurried back to the scene; held up Kongpop’s hand and started yelling.

“What was that for?”

Arthit’s tone was killing and full of anger but Kongpop knew it already. He tried to keep calm and responded Arthit in the calmest way possible.

“I’m giving her my nametag,” he said.

“And why did you do that? Who told you to do that?”

“No one,” he answered. “But it was my fault that I couldn’t remember her name. So I’ll take the blame.”

Kongpop’s answer startled him. Arthit could see the sharp stares from Kongpop eyes and he was sure that Kongpop was deadly serious about what he had said.

…I don’t want to challenge you either. In fact, the decision has already made.

Arthit released his temper down. He loosened his grip and spoke calmly.

“You know that once you gave your nametag to your friend you’ll never get the new one,” said Arthit.

“Yes, sir,” said Kongpop.

He already know it but still give his friend his. So that means he’s also aware of the consequences.

“So, if you don’t have the nametag, it’s means that you’re breaking the rule. And because of that, I command you from now on to sit separately from your friends—and to accept double punishment if your friends ever get punishment. Is it clear for you?”

“Crystal!”

And Kongpop went off to the other side of the room by himself waiting for the double punishment if ever any of the freshmen in the room got punish for whatever they did.

For this answer, Arthit backed away. He already heard the answer he wanted to hear: A double punishment. He went off of the room immediately, leaving the other committee by the door.

Arthit was being confused by himself. He couldn’t stay any longer in the common room. Even though he already finished his duty for today, gave them the punishment they deserve, deep down he already felt defeated. He had lost his temper back in the room.

What would everyone think of me?

One thing for sure, Kongpop was surely his nemesis and he wanted to put the whole lot of his shoes into Kongpop’s mouth.

And I don’t like the way his sharp looking eyes looking at me.

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[1] Getting out of control.

[2] The original text is hold the rooster head to lure the monkey. It’s a Thai proverb, I believe. I couldn’t find the similar one in English proverb so I translated them into one Spanish proverb that already familiar in English. The meaning is do a little crime to catch a bigger thief or something like that.

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PS: It's a free-form translation of SOTUS novel and some of my personal rendition of the story. I read the Thai version from https://my.dek-d.com/-bittersweet-/writer/viewlongc.php and found also found some English translation online. But I'd like to add my personal translation for the story so I created this one.

If you found my translation somewhere else, please contact me.

PS2: I am currently studying Thai, so Thai is not my first language. If you found this translation a little off, I'll edit them for sure.

PS3: Thank You, Bittersweet, for the original novel. I bought one but they're in Thai, so in the end, I didn't read the book, instead I went to the site and spent hours reading on the screen.

PS4: I've changed some terms in Thai into common English terminologies. I'm sorry for that.

PS5: Chapter 5 will be a little late. I had some other jobs for the rest of the week, so I would be 2 weeks or maybe a month until I finish my translation.

pS6: Have a nice weekend. 

SOTUS PROJECT - Chapter 3

RULE FOR FRESHMEN No. 3

Follow every order from the COMMITTEE

“T

ell me your code number and your name!”

“It’s Praepailin, 0744.”

She was startled, but she still answered him even in her shaky voice. She sounded pretty shock; her big eyes began to shed some tear. She surely needed hugs and a Black Knight.

A softhearted person like Arthit would actually go soft on her but not the chairman of the Initiation Committee. He did soften his tone a little but that was all he could do in this position.

“What do you want from me?” he asked.

“Uh—I, I want you to sign my initiation book,” Praepailin answered.

She offered Arthit her initiation book. It was a small notebook provided from the committee to collect the seniors autograph as many as possible. And Praepailin already got some seniors autographs and their code numbers on her books.

The thing is, Praepailin and most of the greenies were doing their best to collect the 1.000 signatures campaign from the regulation. They were forced to collect at least 1.000 autographs of the seniors in their faculty. This is a real deal for every freshman in Engineering Faculty.

Arthit was in the different level with most of the seniors in this faculty; he was the Chairman of the Initiation Committee and usually, no one would risk their life to ask for his autograph in the time being—especially when he was hanging around his well-mannered packs.

Praepailin is different. She’s aware of the situation but she asked him anyway. And that’s something.

Arthit tried to be a little kind. He likes this kind of girl; light skin and slim figure. She’s totally his kind of girl. Arthit would probably treat her differently but he was not Arthit at the time. So he should—at least—make her do something beforehand.

“I actually want you to do something for me,” he said in calm but fiercely. “And then I’ll sign your book,” he continued.

That was why the greenies did not want to have any encounter with the Chairman of the Initiation Committee. The you should do something thing was sometime too hard for them. It’s not like the other seniors would not ask them to do so, but that guy is the Chairman and they already saw what did he capable of.

“What—what do you want from me?” asked Praepailin. Her voice was shaky and her face had begun to be pale. It was visible that Praepailin was actually scared to the bone.

“Nothing much,” Arthit said. His heart started to beat faster and he is not the kind of guy who would ask a girl to do something inappropriate. Instead, he already had something in his mind.

“You should shout out loud, I’m in love with the handsome P’Arthit[1] three times,” he said, “and that’s that.”

Once he spoke, the rest of the packs started howling. They were getting excited and some of them teased Arthit for his shameless attitude.

But Praepailin, in the other hand, was getting unreadable. Her face was either confused or afraid. She might have struggle in the inside—and that was clearly visible in her awkward behavior. Out of her concerned, Praepailin stared at Arthit persistently.

Why does she staring at me? It’s just a small deal. Why does she look at me in this kind of manner anyway? Arthit’s head told him. Or should I kiss her instead?

“Come on, what are you waiting for? I need to finish my lunch. Don’t be a disappointment!”

Arthit could see the displeasure in Praepailin’s eyes. His order had turned out to be a little too harsh for her that made him a little less happier than his intention.

There were many students in the cafeteria at the time. Some of the students were not from their faculty and if someone began to shout out their thought out of the blue, the whole cafeteria would notice it and would likely remember it—for at least the rest of the trimester.

But Praepailin was more afraid of P’Arthit. She was not in the position where she can disobey the order. And his look—his look was full of threat. She tried to take a glance but once their eyes met, the only thing she had in mind was it has to be done.

“I—I’M LOVE WITH THE HANDSOME P’ARTHIT!!!” she yelled. “I’M LOVE WITH THE HANDSOME P’ARTHIT!!!” said she for the second time and, “I’M LOVE WITH THE HANDSOME P’ARTHIT!!!”

The whole cafeteria was awesomely deafening. Everyone stared at Praepailin and that’s not that. They’re starting to make fusses about what had just happened. And Arthit’s friends were the loudest among them. They’re teasing and wooing him for his bold action.

“Thank you for loving me purely,” Arthit said, “It’ll consider rude if I didn’t return your love but I do need time to think about it,” he continued. “What if you give me your number so we—you and I—could keep in touch?”

It was deliciously smooth but the real reason behind his silly attitude was because Arthit really wanted to have her number.

But hey... I will not ruin this chance. If I really wanted to get to know her, I should not back off of this game. After all, she already confessed her love in front of everyone. I should give her a chance—right?

Praepailin didn’t say no word. She obeyed and gave Arthit her cell phone number.

Arthit smiled and gave Praepailin her reward—by signing her initiation book and returned it back. And plus, he winked at her when he handed the book. It unsurprisingly made her cheeks blushed in red and was hurriedly run back to her group of friends while Arthit was being teased by his well-mannered packs.

“Good Lord, Ai’Arthit[2]. You’ve got her number!” said one of his gang.

“Well, I am me for one reason,” Arthit replied.

His friends were actually aware that Arthit actually qualified for the job. He has never once ruined his chance and this was his natural gift.

“What about that young lad over there?” his friend asked. He directed his finger to Arthit’s back—to a group of greenies over the table.

Arthit turned his head in an unnecessary slow-motion. He was unaware of who was his friend talking about but right after a millisecond he had the view… it’s a jack-fucking-pot.

There are a group of greenies over there—Arthit managed to keep himself together for this—and they were under the influence of the one single person he wanted to be with—for a face to face match of kicks and punches. That guy over there had over crossed his line twice; he had more than once disgraced him in front of his friends—and the other greenies. He was the major reason why Arthit get bullied for these couple days from the other initiation committee members.

He had had me enough and it’s going to end now, you silly little fucker!!!

“0062, KONGPOB!!!” Arthit yelled.

Kongpob stopped for a moment. He looked for the source—a group of immature initiation committee members and their respectful chairman—and wai[3] at their presence. He was aware that Arthit—the one who called him was in his familiar annoyed face.

“Have you had my autograph yet?” Arthit asked him.

“I haven’t, sir,” said Kongpop.

“Let me see yours!”

“Yes, sir,” Kongpob replied.

Kongpob did what he told. He opened his bag and offered Arthit his initiation book.

Blimey!!! He surely got lots of autographs. Arthit continued skimming page after pages. They were about 500… no, 600 of them. He observed every autograph carefully. Some of which are really strange; they did have the code numbers—all of them—but something is off. What number are these? Some numbers are rather too long for the regular code numbers except they were NOT code numbers.

Phone numbers? Seriously Kongpob, when did you have time to get all of these numbers? And what are these?

I’m single now.

If you’re lonely, just call me.

*kiss *kiss na~!!!

Noah ark, Kongpob!!! Arthit already knew about how handsome and good look Kongpob is. He was also aware that every girl would easily give themselves to him either he asked or not. Beside, Arthit needs to have some tricky strategies to get their numbers—and some of the girls didn’t even want to give him their code numbers, let along phone numbers.

Damn it! He surely is a kind of the typical male lead in Korean drama.

Arthit really wanted to tear that initiation book but he had to calm himself down. He was observed by many people and the real deal is that they were in the public place—and he didn’t want to disturb the steady calm atmosphere.

Arthit took a deep breath. He was thinking about the next move—and he needed the evilest move ever.

“You’ve got lots of autugraphs. What a fortunate,” Arthit said. “Would you at least do something for me?”

“I definitely can, sir,” said Kongpob.

Arthit smiled, victoriously.

“You see,” he said, “there is an empty table in front of the grilled pork stall.”

Arthit pointed at the only vacant table about five tables away. It was in the exact center of the cafeteria.

“Yes,” said Kongpob.

“Go there—up on the chair and shout loudly that…”

Arthit paused for a little while and smiled impudently.

“I like my ass to be taken care by men.”

Kongpob was startled. He showed the same face Praepailin had shown before. The only different was that the words he had to say were going to instantly hit him on the shelf. It’s going to ruin his self-esteem—or at least that’s what Arthit had in mind.

But Arthit did not finish yet. He stil had something on his mind.

“And—then—you must ask ten men whether if they want to take care of your ass for you,” said Arthit shamelessly. “I’d only retuned your book if the whole ten people say yes.”

Arthit could feel the anger but he was also pretty sure that Kongpob would never object him. It was an order from the Chairman of the Initiation Committee. He knew Kongpob knew about this seniority matter. He would not say no word about this yet he did not move either.

“What’s with the long face? Go on, and be a man!” said Arthit sarcastically. “Or you’re not yet a man…”

The words hit Kongpob’s self-esteem pretty well. He glared furiously inside Arthit’s pupils and arose. He walked toward the designated location and climbed up on the table.

And then he shouted.

“I LIKE MY ASS TO BE TAKEN CARE BY MEN!!!” he shouted. “I LIKE MY ASS TO BE TAKEN CARE BY MEN!!!” he shouted again and, “I LIKE MY ASS TO BE TAKEN CARE BY MEN!!!”

The mess was made and every pairs of the living eyes were on Kongpob. No one dared to say anything—they were simply patronized by the sudden behavior of him.

But again, it was never just it. Kongpob stepped down from his thorne, directly came toward some boys who was lining up in front of a counter, and kindly asked.

“Would you like to take care of my ass?”

It stunned them in an instant. The boy who was being asked had completely dropped his jaw—and so did the rest of the people at the cafeteria. It was an all kill.

Arthit, in the other hand, was fairly satisfied.

Hahaha… how is it like to be the center of the attention? You did want this, didn’t you?

Arthit was so happy that it would draw everyone’s attentions when they heard this young lad shouted that he likes men out of the blue. This would make them lose their interest of this fairly good looking young lad for acknowledging him that he is gay—and that he is specifically the receiver[4] kind of guy.

Arthit remembered that Kongpob once wanted to make him his wife and he kind of did the same method in returned. It was Kongpob’s idea from the first and all Arthit did was to let him be it.

You surely deserve it, Ai’Kongpob[5]!

But the fun state had to be end. Kongpob was already with the guy number ten. He easily surpass the whole bunch of guys who unanimously wanted to take care of his ass. And in no time, he came back to Arthit.

Everyone in the cafeteria was staring at them.

“Done!” said Kongpob.

“Yeah, heard your voice loud enough already. Take your book away!” said Arthit.

Arthit threw the book at Kongpob and returned to his well-mannered packs. They were on their way to put their plates away to the counter.

When they were going to go back to the classroom, Kongpob stopped them.

“You haven’t signed my book yet!” Kongpob demanded. He offered Arthit his book. He purely thought Arthit forgot to do so but that was not the case.

“I’ve never told you that I’d sign it for you,” Arthit said.

It was not fair. Kongpob already did his order and he already humiliated himself in front of many people. He did not expect to hear this from him. What’s wrong with him?

Kongpob just realized that he had been played. He did remember that Arthit never told him to give him his autograph. It was his true intention. He wanted to humiliate me and I didn’t even realize it.

“You know?” said Arthit. “I actually did this for your own good. I was helping you out.”

Kongpob raised his head. He was surprised when Arthit grabbed him on his necktie and pulled him closer to his mouth.

“I was helping you to stuff that thing up inside your ass,” he whispered.

Arthit released his grab and went off with his well-mannered friends out of Kongpob’s sight. He smiled and chuckled victoriously.

The war between the Chairman of the Initiation Committee and the first year student; tied on 1 – 1.

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[1] P’= Older brother or senior (suffix).

[2] Ai = dude (suffix)

[3] Pressing both hands together and bowing a little (basically the way Thai people greet the elder).

[4] The one who receive it.

[5] Ai = little brother (junior).


PS: I'm Currently working on chapter 4. I'll update the chapter later.