Traveling through Thailand

My name is Tu Cha, and I’m studying in Country T.

Because his parents were in a car accident on the day he came of age, he received a large amount of compensation. After graduating from high school, he resolutely embarked on the journey of studying abroad.

Three years have passed since I came into this world...

Uh, well, yes, you read that right, the soul in this shell is a time traveler.

On the day of the car accident, the owner of this body waited for rescue with his last breath. Unfortunately, he ultimately died during the rescue process. It was also at this time that the ghost, who had been bound to the system for over a decade, arrived in this world with the system's help.

He watched the car accident from beginning to end. After the original soul in this body dissipated, he was kicked into this body by the system.

In this way, with a large compensation and the full help of the system, he came to Country T to study after graduating from high school.

He didn't know why the system had chosen Country T, but considering that even at its coldest, he only needed a coat, and wouldn't be bundled up like a ball year-round, he reluctantly followed the system's plan and came to study in this country.

After coming here, except for the initial discomfort, I gradually integrated into the society with the help of my deskmate.

As their friendship deepened, he became very interested in this classmate.

One time when I was out throwing away the trash, I passed through a dark alley and suddenly a cold hand covered my mouth.

The sudden change left him bewildered, and then he remembered a news item from yesterday's TV news. Thinking of that news, Tucha's heart was broken. He howled inwardly: "Tong, your dear host is about to die. Wuuwuwu, please show your spirit."

Tu Cha, who was full of inner drama, howled for half a minute but found that the system still did not respond. He wiped away the tears from his eyes and sighed: I have been howling so much, but you still don’t come out to see me. There is really no love for me.

In just a few seconds, he composed himself and prepared to attack the man behind him. Before his elbow pierced the man's stomach, he smelled the pungent smell of blood. He frowned: Injured? Was it a simple fight between thugs or a struggle for gang power?

"Get me out of here."

Tu Cha was still thinking about these things when the voice behind him brought him back to his senses.

This voice...classmate?

Thinking about his deskmate asking for leave this week, his brows furrowed even deeper.

Isn't it true that this seemingly well-behaved classmate is actually this wild in private? Fighting?

The person behind him didn't hear a sound for a long time, so he said again: "Take me away, otherwise."

Before he could finish his words, he heard footsteps deep in the quiet alley. He muttered to himself, "Damn it! I was discovered so soon." After cursing, he loosened his hand covering Tucha's mouth and said, "If you don't want to lose your life, leave now."

After being released, Tucha reached out and touched the warmth on his lips. The remaining warmth reminded him of Pete at school. This contrast really attracted him even more.

As the footsteps became clearer, Tu Cha could clearly hear the sound of the pistol being loaded in the darkness.

In the darkness, Tucha subconsciously reached out and grabbed the gun from his hand. Pete's face became even uglier after the gun was snatched away, and he said in a low and alert tone: "Who are you? Are you also in the same group with them?"

Not wanting to clash with him in such a tense situation, Tucha said directly, "It's me. I smell blood. We have to leave immediately."

He hugged Pete, who was stunned in the spot, and ran towards the light quickly. After a few turns and dodging in the dark, he successfully passed by the pursuers behind him. After making sure there were no urgent footsteps around, he lifted the black cloth covering the two of them.

In the dim light, Pete finally saw the face of the person who had taken him away.

"It's you, classmate Tu."

Tu Cha didn't respond to him. She stood up and looked around. After making sure it was safe, she came to his side and held him in her princess arms again as they walked towards another path.

He brought the man back to his home, took out a medical kit and placed it in front of him: "Do you need help?"

Pete shook his head. He took out surgical tools from the medical kit and tore open the cloth at his shoulder, revealing the gunshot wound.

Seeing this, Tucha grabbed a fresh towel from the bathroom. Pete simply glanced at him, took it, and stuffed it into his mouth. Tucha didn't stay to watch the rest of the scene. He went into the kitchen, turned on the stove, and prepared to make him some red date porridge to replenish his blood.

After it was cooked, two bowls were served. At this moment, Pete was sweating profusely, leaning back on the sofa with his eyes closed to rest. When he noticed someone approaching, he opened his fierce eyes, and when he saw the person, his eyes softened a little.

He smelled the porridge in front of him and glanced at it. Tucha, not caring if he wanted to eat it or not, took her own bite first. On her tenth bite, her bowl and spoon were snatched away.

Tu Cha stared blankly at Pete who had snatched away her porridge, and a question popped up in her mind: Does this person like to eat what others have eaten?

He didn't care much about the porridge being snatched away. He picked up the one in front of him and started eating.

After finishing his meal, Pete just watched Tucha finish the last mouthful of porridge. When he put down the bowl, the atmosphere in the room changed subtly.

"Aren't you afraid?"

Tucha raised an eyebrow: "Why should I be afraid?"

"A normal person would be terrified if they met someone with a gun, especially one with gunshot wounds. But you, don't show any signs of fear." Pete lowered his eyes and stroked the gun in his hand with a calm tone.

Unfortunately, this kind of pressure did not frighten Tucha at all. In this situation, he was still able to clean up the dishes leisurely.

Tu Cha stood up, picked up the dishes and returned to the kitchen. He said slowly, "I don't know why I didn't feel scared at all after seeing that it was you who was holding the gun."

This answer made Pete's heart tremble. He was ready. If this person didn't give a reasonable explanation, he would give him a ride for the sake of this bowl of red date porridge. After all, his mission this time was confidential, and there must be no mistakes.

He just didn't expect that he would run into his deskmate while escaping. He also didn't expect that his deskmate would live in an alley in such an old-fashioned area.

He stood up and leaned against the kitchen door to watch him wash the dishes, then turned them upside down on another dry cloth to drain the water.

"Why do you live here? It's far from school."

Tucha subconsciously wiped his wet hands on his pants. Only after doing this did he realize the inappropriateness of this action. To hide his embarrassment, he pretended to be nonchalant and opened the refrigerator and took out the Coke inside: "Want some?"

Pete was so frightened by the refrigerator full of food that he almost lost control of his facial expression. Fortunately, as a qualified bodyguard, he maintained his facial muscles well.

"can."

After receiving a positive answer, Tucha took out two cups and poured two cups in front of each of them. Then he took out countless snacks from the desk cabinet and piled them on the table.

He opened his favorite snacks and ate them while looking at Pete to answer his previous question: "This house was bought by a distant relative of mine. They went out to travel and asked me to come and stay for a few days every weekend, saying that it would keep people from getting angry."

Pete carefully observed his facial expression, confirmed that he was not lying, and nodded, "I see. No wonder you ride your motorcycle to school every Friday."

Tu Cha nodded: "Yes, this saves me from having to walk a few more steps."

They kept asking and answering each other, and before they knew it, it was one in the morning. Tu Cha, who was already past her bedtime, drank five cups of Coke and went to the bathroom five times before finally yawning.

Fortunately, this situation did not last long. At 1:15, there was a knock on the door.

Before Tucha could wake up and open the door, Pete carefully approached the door with his gun in hand. He lifted a corner of the curtain beside the door and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw a familiar face. He closed the gun's safety clip and opened the door.

Tu Cha looked towards the door with a dazed look. She probably saw Pete talking to someone, and felt Pete's gaze on her several times. In a daze, she seemed to hear Pete saying goodbye.

The moment the door closed, Tu Cha, who couldn't hold on any longer, made a 'bang' sound, and her face came into close contact with the table, followed by a steady snoring sound.