Hello, my name is Nong Ling (pen name). This is my first novel. If there are any errors, please tell us.

Everything in this story is fiction. Have fun.

Hello, my name is Pho. I am a student at a school in a country that is led by the military and likes to postpone elections often. This incident occurred around 2016.

I am a marching band student. Or what you guys call the band kids. I had the opportunity to compete for one of the trophies. It is the highest honor in this country.

Do you believe it? I was able to make everyone cry with joy. The director went up to receive this prestigious trophy. Take a photo together as a souvenir. Until I got this far, I endured training for months and years and couldn't go home. Having only 4 hours of sleep per day, my health is so bad that I can hardly compete. But the best thing is that I will get a quota to continue studying.

At that time, I was in 3rd year of middle school. I didn't study very well because I liked to skip class. Plus, the director promised that he would give me a quota to continue studying at my old school. I was very happy. Because this quota is my only chance to continue studying at the institution I love.

It's the day the quota for further study is announced. I'll go look. I was anxious to go to the board hoping to find my name, but!!!! There wasn't any. I was very shocked. I tried to find it, looked for it, looked for it again, looked for it, and kept looking for it. While I was looking, tears streamed down my cheeks. My fellow band members next to me were happy to get the quota. But why didn't I? I tried with it I brought fame I'm sleep deprived.

I shed tears of both sadness and joy. with this work. "Oh, really? Did the director forget?" I thought to myself. After that I ran to the director. "Director, what is my quota that the director promised?" I asked the director, full of hope. "I don't know what the quota is." I was silent, tears flowing. I was awake all the time.

Unable to speak, I came out and sat crying in front of the director's room. "What happened? What happened?" Why doesn't the director remember?" I said to myself.

I have applied at same school again to take the entrance exam like students from other schools, but at that time I was very stupid//a million baht Until the results announcement day

I didn't pass. The teacher said he would help me on the reporting day, so I waited. But my name still didn't exist, so I applied to another school that didn't require an entrance exam. Until one day, I had already reported to a new school. So I went out and played as usual but met my yo-band teacher. Then the teacher asked to talk to my mother. personally So I invited the teacher to my house. Then let the teacher talk to mom.

I sat and listened from a distance. But that's what I understand. That is, the school didn't accept me from the beginning because the school was competing with many schools in terms of education. And having a child who is only good at activities, has a slow head, and doesn't study well in school can cause negative effects. GPA in school

But now there is a group of media Who knew about me and was about to expose what the school had done to me. The director then ordered the teacher to come and take me back. At that moment, all I could think about was resentment, hate, and disgust at the director's actions. This person, what I'm thinking about is a desire for revenge. "I made you like this." I'll give you everything.

I train and compete with my life dedicated to you. But you do this to me. You're definitely not going to die, bastard."