บท 547: Their Pillar of Hope

“So how was your two-week vacation at home? Are you ready for the Olympics now?”

A greeting came from a woman he hadn’t seen for almost a month when Joke entered the resting area of Miracle White Dragon’s main players with a backpack slung over his shoulder.

Rust-colored eyes glanced around the room. Upon seeing that his friends were all gathered there, he revealed a small smile.

“Of course, I am, Ms. Rin,” he said cheerfully, his grip tightened around his backpack as he went over to sit with them.

There was a blond man who had not a single Thai DNA in his blood, yet proclaimed himself as a Thai, Daniele, or Dani. Next to him was a nicely dressed white-haired man who was sitting with one leg over another while leisurely sipping his tea, White Wolf. Then, the other two sitting together were Rin and Kaew who were giving him big smiles.

“Got any souvenirs from Suphan for us?” Dani said with his signature playful grin, and Joke quickly put a plastic bag in his hand on the table.