It's a true story that I received today.

It was not intended to cause drama or create discord.

I just want to tell the story of what I encountered today from our perspective.

P.S. The name used is a real name, not based on a novel, haha.

Don't you dare disrespect the young girl's spirit.

They are willing to do anything for what they want.

uncle…

It was so pure that nothing could really be compared to it.

Amidst the sound of rain falling on the tin roof of the large cafeteria at nearly ten o'clock in a few minutes. It's an atmosphere that makes you feel very uncomfortable. Both humid and stuffy And the noise was also annoyingly loud, including the rain and the sound of the large television showing Detective Conan that was located a few meters away.

The sound was all beating together until it was incomprehensible. The ceiling fan didn't even help at all. But there was another useless thing for me that seemed to be serving my girlfriend's fullest advantage. It was a 'Wi-Fi transmitter' perched on the wall exactly at the table I was sitting at.

And because I had to sit at the head of this table, the pillar blocked half of the television screen for me. But let it be. Anyway, I still don't know...

I was the last person to buy food to sit and eat at the table with my friends. Because in the beginning, the restaurant where I ordered rice ran out of steamed rice. But it's good that I'm not the person who eats last and makes other people wait...

(Ah…Yesterday's marinated pork curry fried rice was even more delicious…)

As I was arranging the rice on the spoon and slowly stuffing it into my mouth, I felt a vibration…

(Why is the table shaking?)

It must have been the sound of the rattle between the thin table and my friend's hard fingernails that slowly stretched down from her pinky to her index finger. Then he fried it again and again with both hands excitedly.

Her eyes looked anxiously at the tablet lying on the table. Another friend beside him reached for a large-screen smartphone and used one hand to hit the table rapidly.

“What are you two doing here?” a large voice asked with curiosity.

“Reserve a ticket, reserve a ticket,” said the friend who was the only one in possession of a tablet at the table, quickly tapping his finger on the table. “Praewwa, how many more minutes? How many minutes to go?!” What are you spamming?

“I don't know, it's ten o'clock, it's ten o'clock,” the person called Praewwa squeaked out, nervously turning left and right, looking towards the clock at the back of the cafeteria. On the side of the cafeteria and looked back at his own mobile phone “His stuff is about six minutes left, Pearl!!”

“What card? A concert card?” I asked out of curiosity.

“Um, yes!

BAP

Ah.”

Actually, I would like to say that I don't know. Because I don't care much about Korea. I'm even more like an otaku. Moreover, I also heard her say,

VIP’

Moreover

(Look, they used taxpayers' money to buy tickets.

VIP

Really!! But I used to use taxpayers' money to buy comic books too…)

“VIP…”

I repeat what I heard.

“Um, yes.

BAP”

That's what made me realize it was B.A.P.

Wait! I know this band. The band that has a black seal and a rabbit image...

(It must be very loud. Even otakus like me who only watch post-news dramas know this)

“The admin said there's no need to hurry, little one.” My friend's high-pitched voice curled up and made a loud noise, five minutes before ten o'clock.

"No, it's my father. Believe it or not, as soon as we open for reservations the tickets will be full." A friend who was sitting and tapping his fingers quickly interjected.

I don't know why, but if it were me I probably believe the admin who said that. Because if he tells a few people There are probably few people. Or am I an easy person?

“He told the little people, why are they in a hurry? You can wait until ten o'clock.” I said out of pity as I saw you all so frantic you were almost crazy.

“No, they said they would accept it until the fifth day. And you didn't think it would end at ten o'clock? There aren't many people.”

They look serious...

But let's be honest, the attitude of these two fans is probably no different from the otaku who line up to buy the first batch of light novels at book fairs only. The next batch on general shelves will be released in the next couple of months. But even so, in this online world, where can you line up? It would just have to be fought over...

It would be more like otaku competing to buy less than ten Miku figures at a single booth in the country, haha.

“Ai, ai, two more minutes, two more minutes, Praewwa!!”

“Huh, maybe the clock over there might be ten o'clock already,” Praewwa said.

“Still can't press it, still can't press it! He has tried it.”

Pearl pressed a button on the tablet screen over and over and went to a new web page.

When I realized it again, I turned towards the clock from the back of the cafeteria, feeling excited again. If you don't look wrong, it's already ten o'clock and twenty seconds!!

“You can press it!!”

“Huh, he bounced!!”

The sound of screaming began to get louder. The current situation is that the system has already been opened for ticket reservations. And both of them seem to bounce and have to log in again or something. I processed what I saw by watching two friends enter codes into large tablets and smartphones with trembling hands. Then he cried out in agony.

One person said with emotion that he could make a reservation. One person said with emotion that the tool used to reserve tickets was stuck, either because the internet signal in the cafeteria was not strong enough to penetrate the website that so many people were using. Or the website may already be down.

“Pearl, please reserve it for him. They will reserve it for Mind.” A third person?

“Alright.”

“Pearl, have you gotten the card code yet? I got Mind's code." Wow..really fast!!

“What code?”

“You can press the seat and it will pop up.”

Pearl suddenly realized that the seat she had delicately pressed her little finger on the touch screen on the tablet was already a reserved seat…

"Oh, now they have to make a new reservation." Disaster has arrived!!

"nevermind! Log in again, log in again!” She reminded herself several times and accessed the website using the slow school internet again.

The tablemates who had also participated in this heartbreaking(?) event stopped their actions and turned to laugh at the flustered behavior of the two friends at the table who fought through the internet connection to fight for a few scraps of paper. And looking for a Wi-Fi signal is so difficult that I almost stand on the table and point my phone at the Wi-Fi device on the wall.

Including me, one person who started laughing even though he hadn't finished eating his plate yet. And almost even though there was rice in his mouth.

…and then the poison from the curry paste in the stir-fry began to take effect while I was laughing so funny my whole life.

Ah…I laughed until I choked on chili until tears fell.

A few minutes later, the small war that had taken place within the internet network and mediated by the Wi-Fi signal had ended with a happy ending. The two girlfriends got the seats at the concert that she wanted. Even though it's not the best seat. But being able to reserve is considered merit for the ticket price of 4,500 baht (very expensive).

“Ten minutes ago, you guys were still normal people,” the voice of a friend sitting on the left side of the table said, causing the entire table to laugh at what had happened..

Ah…that's right. Looking at it now, it's only ten minutes past ten. Only ten minutes had passed since the opening time for ticket reservations. But for all of us at the table, what a long time it has taken…less than half the length of the Anglo-Zanzibar War.

Ah...then they'll go transfer money in front of the school. I'd better go with you. I don't have any money in my wallet right now...

Come on, it's the spirit of a girl. So pure

They will do anything to get what they want.

Even though I don't understand what you want But I can understand your love for them.

 Cr.

Otaku who watches