I am him [Comprehensive]

For Arthit, the first day of training ended in a somewhat embarrassing end.

As soon as he came out of the training hall, Bright said angrily: "For two consecutive days, this Kongphop came out to find trouble. I really think I'm so handsome!"

Tuta shrugged his shoulders, looking like someone who has experienced it: "Young people, don't they all like to show off in front of their lovers? But Arthit, you have such a vicious vision, I didn't even realize that they are a couple!"

Arthit gave him a forced smile.

How could he have a vicious vision, his ex-boyfriend showed his affection on his face, and it wasn't amnesia, how could he not recognize him?

Several other people saw that he was not very interested, and thought that he was only violated because the dignity of the instructor was violated.

Plame stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder: "Okay, don't be unhappy, no matter how arrogant he is, he is only a first-year student, and he is not in our hands. Next time you dare to mess around, directly Punish him to death!"

"Hey hey hey! Be careful what you say, is this something you should say as an instructor? If someone hears it, you will be expelled immediately!" Tuta interrupted him immediately.

Bright clamped his neck and asked forcefully: "Say, are you planning to betray the organization just because you think that kid is handsome, and are you afraid of expulsion? I think we can expel you collectively now!"

Although they are instructors, they are only one or two years older than the first-year students in the group, and they are all playful and troublesome.

Without saying a few words, he had already forgotten the unhappiness just now, and ran towards the eating place.

Arthit looked at the smiling faces of his friends and couldn't help feeling envious.

If it was really just an ordinary junior who stood up to confront him today, I'm afraid he would be like them and forget about it when he came out of the training hall.

Arthit sighed softly, but suddenly looked at the previous one inquiringly.

With a movement in his heart, he suddenly realized that Not was unexpectedly silent today.

Although everyone is the same age in the same grade, Not has always been the most mature and calm among several people.

He doesn't talk much, and he never shows any big brother attitude in front of everyone, but Arthit has always felt that his insight is amazing.

So when he met his gaze, Arthit couldn't help but panicked.

Not frowned indistinctly, and asked in a volume that only the two of them could notice: "Arthit, are you okay?"

Arthit quickly smiled at him: "It's okay, of course it's okay, what can I do!"

Little did he know that his deliberately concealed appearance looked even more suspicious.

"Arthit..." Not spoke again.

Arthit knew that what happened couldn't be hidden from his carefulness, so he could only let the smile froze on his face in embarrassment, and nodded to Not: "Well, I admit, it's probably because I just started working as a coach and I'm a little uncomfortable. "

As he said that, he smiled at Not again: "You know, I can't stand people talking to me like that."

Not sighed, reached out and patted him on the shoulder: "I knew it, with your temper, I felt strange that they weren't punished just now."

It turned out that the problem was here, and Arthit couldn't help showing a wry smile in his heart.

He was so upset at the time, how could he think of this.

But according to common sense, in the situation just now, as the coach and senior, he should really punish the pair of dogs.

Probably because he subconsciously didn't want them to feel that he was unmannered and using power for personal gain.

"It's the first time, no experience, let them go." He smiled helplessly at Not.

Not hugged his shoulders, and patted him comfortingly: "Okay, don't think about it, let's go, I'll take you to eat something delicious to ease your mood."

Not far away, the first-year students who had just been stunned by him came out of the training hall one after another until now, including of course the two he least wanted to see.

Seeing them standing side by side, Arthit felt a little dull for a moment.

And Kongphop obviously saw him and Not, he paused, and then pursed his lips tightly.

Arthit gave him an unceremonious glance, followed Not's movement, and took a step forward.

Contrary to his aloof image in front of his juniors, Arthit has always been a foodie, especially sweet.

He didn't hide it much from his friends.

So, not long after, everyone looked at the pile of desserts in Not's hands with complicated expressions.

Plame patted Not on the shoulder deeply, and said earnestly: "This old father, no matter how partial you are, you will soon be expelled from us collectively!"

Arthit is the only one among them who is addicted to sweets.

Not rolled his eyes at him: "Then what do you want to eat? Call Dad, and Dad will buy it for you!"

Plame suddenly looked at Arthit with a face full of shock: "You...you actually...really recognize the thief as your father!"

The pain in his expression is unmistakable.

Arthit casually took out a puff from the bag in Not's hand and stuffed it into his mouth: "Eat it, Brother Plame, my dad bought it for you."

Such a joke made Tuta and Bright roll their eyes at the same time: "These two people really have no morals at all just to eat!"

Although these people were disgusted, none of them ate less than Arthit.

Not has known their virtues for a long time, and the weight of buying is also sufficient.

Each has one, and there is still a paper bag left in Arthit's arms.

Several instructors who were serious just now gathered together to eat desserts. This style of painting has to be said to be a little strange.

For boys of their age, this kind of small cake is naturally not considered dinner.

But the biggest advantage of being in the school is that the nearby snack bars are basically clustered together. You can find what you want to eat within a few steps. It is delicious and cheap.

Bright and the others were busy ordering food, but Not followed Arthit to a milk tea stand.

There are actually quite a few milk tea stalls nearby, but this one has always been the only one whose pink frozen milk suits Arthit's taste best, so they have basically gotten used to buying drinks here in the past few years.

As soon as they stood still in front of the stall, the lady selling milk tea smiled and said, "Arthit is here, it's pink frozen milk again, isn't it?"

Arthit hesitated, and denied it: "I want to try something else today."

Not frowned suspiciously: "Why?"

Arthit is actually a very long-term lover. He likes comics and always wants to collect the whole set. He likes figurines, so he has always kept a full cabinet.

I like pink frozen milk, and I have been drinking it since my freshman year.

No matter how you look at it, he doesn't seem like a person who will easily try new flavors.

Arthit was stunned for a moment, and explained in a panic: "I, I just feel that, as a coach, you always have to pay attention to your image. It's really embarrassing for my juniors to see me always holding such a girly drink. No."

Not frowned again and looked at the dessert held in his arms. On the pink and tender bag, the logo of "XX Dessert" was so big that it was hard to ignore.

Arthit suddenly felt that the bag was a little hot.

But Not didn't ask, just nodded understandingly: "Okay, what do you want to drink today?"

Arthit was flustered in his heart, and blurted out, "Iced coffee."

Not's eyebrows frowned again: "Are you sure you want to try something so bitter all of a sudden?"

Arthit's heart trembled, and the hand holding the paper bag suddenly tightened.

After hearing Not's question, he realized that the reason why he blurted out the name, in the final analysis, was because iced coffee is kongphop's favorite.

"Take a sip, just take a sip, I swear it's really not bitter!" He still remembers the first time kongphop brought the iced coffee straw to his mouth.

Arthit naturally looked disgusted: "I don't want it! It's full of your saliva."

Kongphop lowered his head and took a sip from the pink frozen milk in his hand: "Now this one is full of my drool."

Arthit: "kongphop!"

"Come on, Nuannuan, I just want you to taste my favorite flavor." Kongphop looked at him pitifully.

The most helpless thing about Arthit is his coquettish expression.

Obviously, he has always been the one who takes the initiative to take care of and considerate, but once he starts to play tricks, it is impossible for people to refuse.

Arthit lowered his head, took a sip on his straw, and immediately frowned bitterly: "Okay—uh!"

Before the last word "bitterness" came out, it was blocked back into the throat by kongphop.

Kongphop just drank his pink frozen milk, and there was still a little sweetness on the tip of his tongue, which easily dispelled the bitterness in his mouth.

Arthit was kissed by him in a daze for a long time before he heard him chuckle against his forehead: "This way, it won't be bitter."

"Arthit?" Not interrupted his train of thought.

Arthit quickly came back to his senses, and smiled at Sister Milk Tea: "Forget it, give me a glass of lemonade."

For those who have lost it, the sweeter the memory, the more bitter it is to remember it.