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It might be you

If it is you

The one who turned

My empty world around

What are you doing?

I said I'd go after you.

I won't stop until you agree to be my boyfriend.

I know.

I just didn't think you'd come all the way here.

Why? Are you embarrassed?

Or...

are you mesmerized?

Mesmerized, my ass. I'm leaving.

Hey. You won't you wash your hands?

Right. I forgot.

Do you think you're so hot?

My girl better not like any more of your posts.

Since we're having our final exams in a month, we've decided

to put our club activities on hold

and give you time to study.

Before you leave,

you must fill out a questionnaire.

I want your honest opinion

on what you think about the Musical Club.

There's no reward for good answers,

but I'll keep you here if your answers are lousy.

You jerk.

This better be good.

What did you write about me on the last question?

Butt out.

I bet it's something bad. Let me see.

Let me see it.

It's my business.

-Come on. -Can I have a volunteer

to share your answers?

-Who do you want to hear from? -Sarawat.

I shouldn't have asked.

Wat, come out here and share your answers with us.

Make it loud and clear.

You can start by telling us how you feel about the club's president.

Don't compliment me too much. I've heard it often enough.

The club's president is a holy figure.

He's revered by all

but has no friends.

What's so funny, Air?

You're very honest. Good job.

Let's move on to the next one. Which chord is your favorite?

The C chord.

Why is that?

It's the first chord I taught Tine to play.

Your love is making me gag.

Let's go to the last question.

How do you feel about your video partner?

Make it good. I'm helping you here.

For me,

Tine is someone

I want to be troubled with forever.

I'm so jealous.

How's it going, my friend?

People in Sarawat's Wives group said you guys flirted in Musical Club.

He wasn't flirting. He was calling me his trouble.

I guess

you haven't seen Dim's Instagram post.

What Instagram post?

Come and see.

Sarawat's answer sheet.

"How do you feel about your video partner?"

-"Tine..." -Tine is my wife.

This is why he wouldn't let me read it.

I don't get it. Why is he still flirting with you?

Hasn't Green quit bothering you?

Why won't you look at me?

Is there something we don't know?

-Well? -No.

-Of course not. -What's with the high-pitched voice?

Will you tell us

or should we ask him?

Fine. I'll tell you.

He confessed to me that he actually likes me,

and now he's trying to win my heart.

There. I knew it.

What about you? What do you think of him?

I guess he's all right. It's just...

I have butterflies when I'm with him.

When I listen to Scrubb songs with him, they sound better.

Especially when he puts his face close to mine,

my heart beats really fast.

Aren't those things normal?

The hell, it is.

What you just described are the feelings of someone in love.

You're right. Does this mean

I'm falling for him?

Relax.

Maybe you're just caught up in the moment.

You're always the lead in a relationship.

It's normal to feel good when you're the one being chased,

especially when the one chasing you looks that hot.

This is our fault

for letting you get close to him.

Don't worry, man. I'll set you up with girls.

We'll wake up the predator inside you again.

Hey, Tine.

Don't look at him. Let's get out of here.

What?

Come on.

Don't look at him.

Don't you look this way.

Have you seen Phukong?

I'm supposed to tutor him, but he isn't here.

Right. His friend said he's sick.

He's probably at home.

Do you miss him?

-Do you? -Piss off.

Does that mean I'm right?

Well, I'm glad he's not here. I can go take a nap.

Go on then.

-I'll see you later. -See you.

Where are you dragging me to?

We are far enough from Sarawat now.

We're not taking you away from him.

We brought you here to check out girls.

-Check out girls? -Yes.

Here?

Don't you know Tine's type?

He likes cute, fair-skinned, petite girls.

You don't know anything. The exams are coming up.

All the hot girls come here to study.

Hang on.

That's Whan, the it girl from our international program.

I've only seen her on Instagram.

She's just as pretty in real life.

-Really? -Let's go.

We're law students from the regular program.

If you don't mind, can we sit here with you?

Sure. We're about to leave.

Please excuse us.

It's okay, man.

Hey. Are you Tine?

Yes. Do you know me?

You're a university cheerleader. Of course, I know you.

Do you come to study here often?

Do you want to study together?

What the hell are you doing?

Take your phone out and ask for her LINE ID.

-Her LINE ID? -Yes. Take it out.

Here.

Just let us know when you want to study together.

We're always up for it.

We are all nerds here.

Take it.

Go on.

I'll text you.

Damn. Our womanizer still got it.

It didn't take you long to score a girl.

You should post about this and let Sarawat know

that you got a new girl now

so he'll leave you alone.

-Wait a minute. -What's wrong?

We're screwed.

-What happened? -What's wrong?

Someone beat us to it.

-Who is it? -Let me see.

Come support my friend this Saturday to beat the engineering team.

-If he wins, -Shit.

someone has promised to confess his love.

-Did Man post this? -Hey.

You there!

When did my friend say he would confess his love

to your friend?

I didn't mention any names.

What makes you think I'm talking about him?

Whatever, man.

We know that your friend is hitting on my friend.

You should stop messing with his head.

Who's messing with his head?

No one is messing with anyone.

I posted that because I'm confident

that we will win.

Don't be too sure.

Your opponent is a six-time champion.

So what? Records are meant to be broken.

If you don't think we can win, don't let my post bother you.

All right. If you win,

Tine will post his confession to your friend online.

But if you lose,

you must tell Sarawat to leave him alone.

What do you say?

I think

your friend better have a sweet love confession ready.

Hello.

-Chad told me you're sick. -Yes.

I won't see you for a few days.

It's okay. I got your address from Chad.

He got it from your application form.

I'll drop by to give you homework and give some comments.

You don't have to do that.

-I'm almost there. See you. -What?

Shit.

What a coincidence.

Someone I hate also lives nearby.

His name is Sarawat.

Do you know him?

I've never heard of him.

I don't come here often.

Whose jersey is this?

-It's my brother's. -What faculty is he in?

He's in...

He's wearing number 12.

It reminds me of Sarawat.

He's in...

-Political-- -Political Science?

Political Science's number 12 is Sarawat.

How do you know him?

I can explain.

My brother's playing against the Political Science team,

so I got their soccer jersey to burn

to jinx them.

That's the truth.

You're such a good little brother.

That's good. You picked the right number too.

You should burn whatever belongs to Sarawat.

Yes, I'll burn them.

-Good. -I'll burn them all.

CLASSROOM BUILDING

We're at halftime.

Come get your refreshments, guys.

-Give me one. -Here.

That's not refreshing enough.

Let me show you how it's done.

Damn it, Man.

You are doing this again.

-Man! -Do you feel refreshed?

-I'm all sticky. -It's refreshing.

Damn. That girl is cute.

-Don't look at him. -Look away, man.

Don't let him mess with you.

Close your eyes.

-Don't look. -Look away.

There's nothing to see. Let's go.

The girls are going wild.

-I used to do that too, you know. -Take your shirt off?

That's right. Girls went crazy for me.

Stop playing around already.

Come on. I was just joking.

Your plan to have Tine confess his love is genius.

You should apply it to your life.

You want to have a fight with me?

I'm making progress.

I snooped through his phone.

I've got his number and his LINE ID now.

There's one problem.

-Is he taken? -I'm scared to call him.

It would be one thing if I was a hot girl.

Would he answer a call from some random hot guy?

That's easy. You can create a fake LINE account and text him.

-A fake account? -Yes.

Should I create a fake account?

You got it.

That's a good idea.

Who should I pretend to be?

Damn, Boss.

Thank you.

I wouldn't know who to be without your help.

You're a goddamn genius.

You're brilliant, my friend.

I know who I'll pretend to be.

Will you be Wat?

Like hell, I will!

This is great.

It's fucking awesome.

If I were him, I would definitely want to talk to her.

You want to talk to every pretty girl.

We'll have to wait and see whether he'll be easily fooled like you.

-I'm going to do it. -Go on.

Hello. Are you Type,

the guy who likes to attend seminars?

-I sound like a dude. -Right.

Should I say "sir"?

No.

All right. Here we go.

Yes, I am. Who is this?

He texted back so fast.

My name is Earn. I'm a freshman.

I've seen you

at a lot of seminars.

I thought we could exchange notes.

I see. If there's anything I can help you with, I'll be happy to do so.

What did I tell you?

He seems friendly.

Friendly, my ass. Earn looks hot. I would text back too.

Shit.

What should I say next?

I'm collecting information

for my report.

Can I meet you for an interview?

-Wait. -Shit.

It hasn't been five minutes, and you're asking to meet him?

-Is it weird? -Damn right.

Fine. I'll delete that.

-Delete it. -Delete.

Shit. I accidentally hit send.

Can I unsend it? Damn it. He saw it. Shit. That's quick.

Damn it. What do I do, Boss?

Holy shit.

I think it can go two ways.

-He might reply. -Yes.

Or he might block you.

Will he block me?

You sound like a pervert.

Fucking hell.

Can I see her picture?

No. Just knock it off.

-Damn it. -She has no boobs.

So Tine and Sarawat aren't together?

Sarawat's just hitting on my friend.

My friend isn't interested.

Really? I thought they were dating this whole time,

so I didn't add Tine on LINE.

I was afraid Sarawat would get jealous.

You don't have to worry about that.

Tine likes fair-skinned, petite girls.

You're just his type.

The library will be closed on Saturday. Where should we go study?

How about Tine's room?

It's available, right? No one will disturb us there.

We can study all night.

-Study? -Yes.

That's a good idea.

I have this thing on Saturday--

Studying comes first, right? It's our priority.

-It is. -Okay then.

See you at Tine's on Saturday.

-My room? -That's right.

I told you to quit Instagram. Why haven't you?

Well, let's split here.

I'll go to the bathroom and head back.

-Okay. -See you.

Bye.

Hey. Wat.

What happened to you?

Are you all right?

It hurts.

Hang in there.

Who did this to you?

Those same guys.

They said their girls liked my Instagram posts.

-It was stupid. -Wait.

Has this happened to you before?

Why haven't you told me?

It's nothing. I didn't want you to worry.

I'm not worried. I'm just afraid you might die.

Next time, you should tell me when you have a problem.

Okay?

Okay.

Turn this way.

Be still.

It's okay.

I'm fine.

Let me stay like this. It helps more.

What's with you?

What are you doing?

See? I'm feeling better by the minute.

You're such a pervert.

I should get beaten up more often.

Hey.

What if they're waiting to attack me on my way home?

Can you stay over at my place tonight?

Walk with me too.

What are you, three?

You're such a scaredy-cat.

I don't have anything with me. How can I stay over?

I have everything. What do you need?

Stay over with me. You can use my stuff.

You can borrow my toothbrush.

But I do mind.

I have to go. Don't forget...

What?

Stay over with me.

I said I don't have anything with me.

And I said I don't mind.

But I do.

Don't forget to put some ice on that.

Okay.

Come on. Let's go.

Let's go to my room.

I'll go back to my room. You go back to yours.

I'll go back to my room, and you'll come with me.

No. You go back to your room.

I'll go back to mine.

Let's go.

What?

Do you still have my jersey?

That's right. I'll give it back to you before the match.

I don't want it back. I have a spare.

I want you to wear my jersey

to the game.

If you come to the game

wearing my jersey and soccer shorts,

I'll score a trick shot for sure.

Why would I wear your jersey?

Shall we go?

Let's go.

You never care about me unless I get hurt.

Don't forget your tissue.

Man, did you pretend to be me to chat with a guy?

Yes, I did. It worked, and he agreed to meet me.

It must be because you're so pretty.

Thanks, but you need to stop it right now.

Just wait.

I'm coming clean to you because I need your help.

Please go meet the guy for me.

No way in hell.

-Please help me out. -No.

-Please. -No.

Just this once.

No. Take my picture down.

-Help me. -No.

It's up to you then. I thought I would give you

a ticket to an Ed Sheeran concert if you help me.

You like him, don't you?

All the tickets are sold out now.

-You decide. -What ticket was it?

An Ed Sheeran concert ticket.

Are you Earn?

Yes. Please have a seat, Tan.

It's Type.

I'm sorry. I got tongue-tied. Please have a seat, Type.

Thank you for letting me interview you for my report.

You're welcome. But may I ask

what subject this report is for?

It's for basic economics.

I want your opinion

as someone who likes to attend business seminars.

Do you mind if I record our interview?

Sure.

"Economics."

Why do you need that?

Well...

What are you playing at?

I know something's off.

You seemed so eager to meet me.

What do you want from me?

It's not what you think.

You have it all wrong. I just...

You just what?

I...

You what?

I...

Just forget it. I don't want to know anymore.

Just don't pull this on me again,

or I'll call the police. Are we clear?

Yes.

Okay.

What do you think I should do?

Should I let him go?

Come on, Man. You've come this far.

Why don't you return this to him?

Excuse me. Is this your pen? I saw you drop it.

It's easier said than done.

-If he finds out the truth, -Thank you.

he might hate me.

Maybe it's better

if we don't know each other.

Man, don't forget to give me my ticket.

CLASSROOM BUILDING

I want you to wear my jersey to the game.

If you come to the game

wearing my jersey and soccer shorts,

SARAWOW

I'll score a trick shot for sure.

Hey. My family needs me today.

I don't think I can study with you,

but you can still bring Whan to my room.

I'll leave the key at the lobby.

What? You can't do that.

We're going to study at your room

so you can spend time with Whan.

Right now,

-we're all at the soccer match. -What?

We want you to spend some time alone with her.

Go get her, tiger.

POLITICAL SCIENCE ENGINEERING

Are you nervous?

Are you ready to have your butt kicked?

Who's nervous? Do we look nervous to you?

Everyone here is happy

that my friend's about to be off the market.

Let me tell you something.

My friend didn't need to come all the way here to watch you.

You guys are going to lose anyway.

Am I right?

-Yes. -Dream on.

My friend is super determined today.

We will never lose.

You wait and see.

-I will. -You'll see.

-You're going down. -Hey.

He's giving you a look.

Let's do this.

GLOWING BRIGHT

Whose shirt are you wearing? Is your mind even in the game?

I've been listening to you for a while now.

I don't really want to brag,

but I spent eight years at Old Trafford.

Are you that relaxed?

Or are you already prepared to lose?

That must be it.

-Am I right? -You're damn right.

Why even waste your time here?

Isn't it obvious?

It's in.

Good job.

It's one-nil.

That goal was brilliant.

Engineering was tackled.

-Come on. -Can Political Science

hold their own?

They missed it.

-Glowing Bright. -Glowing Bright.

Glowing Bright blocked it.

-Engineering gets a throw-in. -Glowing Bright.

-Glowing Bright. -Glowing Bright.

Why are you here? Shouldn't you be studying?

Why aren't you with Whan?

Tine.

Tine.

-Why are you here? -Hey.

-Is it? -Come on.

Come on. Hurry.

In the last minute, Glowing Bright has broken through.

Will he score?

Pass the ball.

That's brilliant. This is what they call a trick shot.

Political Science scores.

-Foul. -The referee calls a foul.

How is it a foul?

-Political Science didn't score. -What?

-It's a foul. -He got tackled.

An Engineering player got injured.

And that was it.

-Well done. -The match is over.

-Congratulations! -Engineering, our former champion,

-beats Political Science, one-nil. -That's awesome.

They're going through to the final.

If you win, Tine will post his confession to your friend online.

But if you lose,

you must tell Sarawat to leave him alone.

What do you say?

Political Science will play against Architecture for third place.

This sucks.

-That's what I'm talking about. -Way to go.

Tell the referee to come get his money.

You can pay him.

-That was so satisfying. -Yes.

Your plan to show up and distract him

-was genius. Right, guys? -Yes.

This means he won't be bugging you from now on, right?

We need to celebrate.

-Let's do it. -I already got us a table.

-Sure. -Great.

You guys go ahead. I'll follow you there.

-Why? -Why?

Are you

going to get changed?

That's good. This jersey is lame.

Hurry and meet us there. We'll go get the table.

Wait.

The deal was if you lose, you have to leave me alone.

That doesn't mean I can't go after you.

GLOWING BRIGHT SARAWOW

When I feel down, I like to listen to Scrubb songs to cheer myself up.

Try this.

I'll give you my everything

As long as I have you No matter how much time passes

I'll be here with you

But just that won't do

We'll make each day

Better than the last

I won't stop here, you can count on me

I'll give you more and more every day

You can count on me

You'll always have me

No one else matters

I want you to know

You'll always have us

When's your next match?

Why do you ask?

You can't be there for me anyway.

I've watched the replay.

There's no way that was a foul. The referee was wrong.

I say that doesn't count. I'll give you another shot.

"Glowing Bright"?

Whose jersey are you wearing?

My friends dared me to screen a trait of my crush on the back.

Glowing Bright isn't me.

It's you.

You dummy.

Why don't you just call me a glowing idiot?

I'm leaving.

Where are you going, Glowing Idiot?

Glowing Idiot!

Thank you.

Wait. This one is mine.

You're still sick.

Come on. You're so mean.

I have to get going.

I'll give you feedback tomorrow.

What the hell?

I feel dizzy. Let me lean on you for a second.

I feel like fainting.

You're going to have to drive me home.

I don't think I can drive.

It's your car. You drive.

I really can't drive.

You have to drive me. I...

I feel light-headed.

All right.

-I'm so tired. -You're such a baby.

Give me the key.

Thank you.

What's wrong?

I forgot my earphones.

I must have left them at the soccer field. I'll go get them.

Sure.

You little shit.

You said you felt like fainting.

I should let you drive yourself.

No, I can't. I have a headache.

-My head hurts. -Bullshit.

-It hurts. -I'll be right back.

It hurts really bad.

Hey!

I heard you pissed off my friend.

Hey! What are you doing?

Watch out!

Subtitle translation by Pannapat Tammasrisawat

Repair and Synchronization by Easy Subtitles Synchronizer 1.0.0.0