The story of Lek and his friends, members of the "Puang" group, who set themselves up because of the crazyness that goes beyond their limits every time they're in a group.

Lek is unlucky in love and confused about himself.

Manora or Mano, a nickname given to friends in the group.

Chubby, a petite girl with two-tone skin, the only lady in the group.

Alek, a young man with a sharp face that doesn't match his face.

Nakhon, a tall, friendly young man who is well known throughout the country.

"Why does it have to be a puang? I don't have diarrhea," Manora said.

Lek pursed his lips and looked up at his friend. He also picked up his mobile phone and handed it to his friend to see. "Yes, where are you? Look here."

"Puang means turbulent, confused, becoming disturbed. The symptoms of a sick person appear as if they are conscious but confused."

"already?"

"That's the definition of it for you. You too, whenever we get together we're always drunk and arguing with each other."

"Like you?" Alex said.

"Not as much as you. Or take a group of crazy people to exceed their limits. I haven't accounted for you yet." Lek looked harshly at Uncle Lek, who had ruffled his hair until it was frizzy last night because of his drunkenness.

"Every time I get drunk, it always gets in my head. From now on, I will definitely not be by your side."

"Heh, I think I'll look cute when I style your hair."

"Cute and like a ghost."

Tangled until you've got your hair stirred up."

"Good. You'll probably look a lot better.

Try it, I guarantee people will definitely come to flirt with you."

"That's badass.

I agree with this name, I hate it."

After speaking, the group line popped up on every member's mobile phone with just the result of a vote of approval from Lek.