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A business kid seems promising, but today, he came home and met kids from some technical school or something fighting in the alley. He was going to wait somewhere else, but someone’s stick hit him in the middle of his head first… Aisorn, Mr. Methara, a poor young man who can endure tough things like this, a mechanical engineering class is the best choice. So he studied at Ramkhamhaeng Technical College. He was a naughty boy since he was a kid. He was nicknamed the mischievous one from Soi 5, he liked to get into fights with kids from Soi 6. Not only did he get into fights with one person, he dragged his close friend along… 'Pat'. They were close since they were kids because their houses were next to each other so they played together often. When they grew up, they studied mechanical engineering together. Even though he seemed naughty and irrelevant, every swear word he used was crude and lacked politeness. He only bothered others. All day long, he caused problems for his mother and father to nag and scold. But Son helped out with chores at home. He was a diligent person, he loved his parents, he was kind-hearted, liked to help, and was diligent but a bit like to play a bit. Even though his academic grades were low, in practice, Son could do anything. Sometimes he helped Uncle Daeng at the repair shop and brought home some money. Besides his good side, he probably had more bad sides. Because of the society that has shaped us (this is what shaped our society), it’s normal for vocational students to get into fights, to the point where the locals are fed up with it. They cause chaos, are loud, and damage properties. Sometimes people get hit by stray bullets, and people become suspicious of each other. But has he learned his lesson? No, he hasn’t. Aisan came home with wounds almost every day. Not only with other vocational students, he would also fight with bikers. “Your life, Aisan. Are you trying to get a brain concussion or something?” My father liked to complain but he couldn’t stop him. When I was a student, my father wasn’t much different from Son. He also graduated from Ramkhamhaeng University. If it weren’t for the wounds all over his face, you could tell that Son’s face was passable. He was dark-skinned and didn’t look very welcoming, but when he smiled, he looked friendly (or was he a criminal?). He was big, around a hundred and eighty something cm tall, with several ear piercings. When he was at home, he wore football shorts and flip-flops. He rode a motorbike to the market or helped his mother sell things on his favorite Wave.

Supporting Characters Putt Aisorn's skilled partner, they have been friends since childhood and studied together. He seems a bit smarter than Saran.

Thursday evening Aunt Pen, Pat's mother who lives in the house next door, walked to the front of Son's mother's house, stopped in front of the fence, and shouted into the house. "Mother Sri, just now my husband took the bus home. He told me that the vocational students were fighting again. Oh, my head hurts. He said my son was in that group too. Oh my god!" Mae Sri, who was standing there collecting the clothes, sighed. She thought that if Pat was there, Son would definitely be there too. She turned to chat with Aunt Pen while collecting the clothes. On the other side.. at the bus stop___ The sound of shouting and yelling could be heard from afar. The vocational students were fighting until the dust flew. They were armed with weapons, both sticks and knives. It seemed like someone was fighting. The two schools were fighting in the middle of the alley. And of course the leader of the Ram side is Sor. You who just walked into the alley, now you don't know what to do. Your house is in the alley, but there are vocational students fighting.. When you come back from school, you're tired and want to lie down. If you want to go and wait somewhere else first, it would be- lace! Whose stick is this? It came straight at my head. Will my head get cracked? I don't know if it was because they saw people getting hit by stray bullets or not, but they scattered and ran away. They thought they had killed someone and ran away.