Traveling through Thailand

After a few days of peace, Tang Xi, who was cooking at home, suddenly heard his cell phone ring.

"Hello, I'm Tang Xi."

I heard a familiar voice coming from the phone. Pran and Pat were engaged in a silent argument over who would speak first. I didn't hear any more voices coming from the phone, so I thought there might be something wrong with the phone.

"No problem? Why can't I hear anything?"

Hearing the voice again, Pat knew that the matter could not be delayed. Finally, under Pran's intimidating gaze, Pat took the phone from his hand with grievance and said, "Something big has happened."

"??"

Thinking that something serious had happened, Tang Xi immediately turned off the gas, took off his apron, picked up the key and walked towards where they were.

When Pran heard Pat say this, he slapped his forehead and had the urge to beat him with tofu.

"Aren't you afraid of being beaten for saying that?" Pran could already imagine Tang Xi's angry look after he knew the truth.

Pat sat aside, feeling aggrieved, and said, "Isn't this a big deal? Damaging the platform on campus is no small matter."

I hurried to the place Pat mentioned, and when I saw both of them looking hopeless, I thought something serious had really happened.

Along the way, he wondered if their parents had discovered their relationship. Or if they were going to force them to transfer schools, drop out, or be locked up at home—any possible scenario. He kept checking his rearview mirror as he drove, fearing someone might be secretly following him.

"Hoohoo, tell me what happened? Was your relationship exposed? Have you decided to rebel against your parents?"

Tang Xi spoke for a while, then finally picked up the unopened bottle of water and drank half of it before his dry throat was relieved.

After hearing what Tang Xi said and his attitude of rushing here at high speed, they felt that if they told the truth clearly, they might not be able to escape being beaten.

After waiting for a long time without hearing their voice, Tang Xi looked at the two people in confusion and asked, "Why aren't you talking?"

Pran glanced at Pat and motioned him to go ahead and talk. Pat mustered up the courage to explain why he was called over, but when he saw the telescopic stick on his waist, he backed off.

The two people's reactions told him that things might not be what he thought. So, he put aside his anxiety and waited quietly for their next words.

But after waiting for quite a while, they were still talking with their eyes. Feeling a little full, Tang Xi knocked on the table and said, "Speak or not? If not, I'm leaving." He deliberately showed his impatience as he said this.

"Well, we told you not to be angry."

He put the bottle aside and crossed his arms over his chest: "Tell me, what did you quarrel about this time?"

Pran gritted his teeth, thinking that it didn't matter if he died sooner or later, he might as well die quickly: "It's not our fault this time. It's because people from our two departments are fighting again."

"Huh?" Fighting? Isn't it normal for them to fight? Every time they do, it's always a scene of chaos. What's the big deal?

Seeing what he was thinking, Pat quickly interrupted to explain, "All the blame for this fight falls on the people in the Architecture Department. So we're wondering if we can let the people in the Engineering Department share the responsibility with the Architecture Department. After all, we're also at fault."

After he said this, he glanced at Pran and saw that he looked very bad, and he felt very anxious.

"Tang, do you have any good ideas for getting people from both departments to jointly shoulder the responsibility of building a new bus stop?"

Tang Xi rolled his eyes at him: "You two department heads can't do anything, so what can I, a person from another department, do?"

Although I think so in my heart, I can't say it out loud.

"First of all, has the money problem been solved?"

They both shook their heads.

Tang Xi was also helpless: "I knew it."

He tapped his fingers on the table intermittently, his brain working quickly to find a solution to the problem.

"Construction materials are easy to solve, provided the funding issue is resolved."

"um, yes."

"Then find a reason to get the engineering department involved."

"Correct."

"wrong."

Pat couldn't believe that Pran would give an answer that was the opposite of his own.

Pran could also feel the other person's gaze, but now his attention was mainly focused on Tang Xi.

"If there is sufficient funding, we will recruit people to help."

"Recruiting people? Do you have so much funding?"

"This is our own business."

"you."

Seeing that they were about to quarrel again, Tang Xi, who was very experienced in this, made a clash of his hands in the middle to indicate that the staring contest was over. They also sat back in their seats obediently, their eyes fixed on Tang Xi at the same time.

"Let's not talk about that for now. First of all, regarding the funding issue, do you have a solution?"

"No." Pran's face was not very good.

The atmosphere was quiet for a while, and Tang Xi suddenly remembered the advertisement flyer he saw on the wall when he went to the library two days ago. His eyes lit up instantly.

Pran and Pat, who had been paying attention to his expression, immediately understood that he must have come up with a plan. Under the expectant gaze of the two, Tang Xi raised his lips and said, "Want to know?"

They both nodded.

"Do you want me to just say it?"

Nodding together again.

As they nodded, Tang Xi's smile became even brighter, so bright that the hairs on their backs stood on end.

"that..."

"Ok?"

Pran didn't dare to continue.

Pat swallowed hard and just opened his mouth, but before he could utter a word, his gaze forced the words back into his stomach.

Satisfied with their well-behaved behavior, Tang Xi propped his chin on his hand and looked at Pran and asked, "Pran, what are your plans for the future?"

Pran lowered his eyes and thought for a moment: "I have to go to the library to find study materials at one o'clock."

Tang Xi nodded thoughtfully and looked at Pat: "What about you?"

"This matter has not been resolved yet, so of course we have to find a way to solve it first."

Tang Xi continued to nod: It’s a straightforward way of thinking, no problem.

"Why do you ask that?"

Tang Xi patted Pran's shoulder and said slowly: "Have you ever thought about looking for external help?"

"???" Pran and Pat shook their heads together: "We are just ordinary students, where can we find external help?"

"But you can consider taking action in this direction."

The two of them lowered their heads and pondered the feasibility of this method.

"Building a new website will definitely cost a lot of money, and it won't be enough with your tiny savings, let alone your friends. The only way to solve the funding problem is to find a business that needs advertising and partner with them. It will definitely alleviate a lot of financial problems."

Pran and Pat looked at each other, and finally said to him at the same time: "Let's do it."

"But where can we find businesses that need advertising?" The idea is good, but finding partners is also a big problem.

Tang Xi patted Pran's shoulder and told him not to worry: "Didn't you decide to go to the library? Go there and take a look, maybe you can find the answer you want." After saying that, he gave Pat a look, but unfortunately he didn't see it because he was also thinking about the problem.

"And could you please explain more clearly next time? Your tone just now is really easy to misunderstand." Tang Xi looked at Pran and the others with a resentful look. When he first arrived, he was so worried about the importance of the matter that he almost collided with an oncoming car when turning a corner.

Pran noticed his dissatisfaction and quickly gave him a big smile: "I will make it clear next time."

"Hmph, there won't be a next time."

"Well, there will definitely not be a next time. Tang is the best."

As this coquettish tone came out, Tang Xi caught a glimpse of the expression that flashed across Pat's face. His grinning mouth uttered words of disdain: "You'd better behave yourself, otherwise someone will see and start a quarrel again."

Hearing him say this, Pran also subconsciously glanced at Pat.

Tang Xi stood up from his seat: "If this idea is successful, remember to pick a time to come to my house. The last time I cosplayed was in junior high school. After so many years, it's time to change the photo album."