I am him [Comprehensive]

Sitting in the training hall are all the freshmen of the engineering school this year, densely packed.

Arthit looked at the list and remembered that the total number on it was 216.

But among the 216 people, he still saw the one he didn't want to see at a glance.

He said he didn't want to see him the last time, but Arthit seemed unable to control himself, so he saw the other party clearly in a hurry.

The emotional elation doesn't seem to make his life particularly nourishing. Kongphop looks thinner than a year ago, but his face still has a handsome enough to deceive people's feelings.

Even though he really didn't want to admit it, the reunion after a long time still caused an unspeakable oppression in Arthit's chest.

Especially after he saw the other guy sitting next to kongphop.

Obviously they should have passed the college entrance examination last year, why suddenly they became his juniors now?

They knew he was going to school here, did they intend to form a group to disgust him?

At the beginning, he and kongphop didn't get along well, and Arthit thought that after the separation, the two sides would have a tacit understanding and never communicate with each other.

But obviously those two people didn't think so.

Perhaps it should be said that they didn't take the unhappiness with him at all seriously.

That's right, to them whose childhood sweethearts had finally achieved fruition for many years, he, a passer-by who passed by in a hurry, was really nothing.

Don't they all say true love is invincible?They are high-spirited, and naturally they won't waste any extra feelings on a supporting role, such as guilt.

It doesn't matter, anyway, what he hates the most is guilt from others.

In a relationship, the one who needs others to say sorry is always the one who fails.

"Arthit, Arthit!" Not, who was standing closest to him, yelled twice remindingly.

When Arthit came back to his senses, he realized that he had clenched his fists and stood in a daze for so long under the watchful eyes of all his juniors.

The kongphop in the audience was still staring at him without blinking, which made Arthit's heart tremble again.

Yes, that's the look.

He is obviously a liar without any sincerity, but those eyes are always full of affection that can easily make people indulge in them.

Arthit's fists clenched even tighter, and the tingling pain of nails digging into his palm finally calmed his mind a little.

In front of these two, he couldn't show any abnormality, and let people see jokes in vain.

Nodding quietly to Not, Arthit's eyes regained their coldness, and when he looked at the two people in the audience, there was even some contempt.

Even with such contempt, Arthit didn't stay on them for too long.

After a while, his eyes were already patrolling the venue, his eyes were stern: "Hello everyone, I am your coach, Arthit."

He could feel kongphop still staring at him closely.

"Besides me, there are other instructors who will get along with you in the future training." Arthit clenched his hands a little more, and his voice raised a lot, "Do you want to meet the seniors?"

"Think!" The juniors said in unison.

Arthit lowered his head and said the prepared lines: "In this case, I will let you get to know us well, and get a thousand signatures of seniors within a week!"

The first-year students who had been speaking in unison suddenly changed their expressions, and whispered to each other with bitter faces, and the quiet venue became noisy again at this moment.

Arthit had already expected this result.

It's just that now his mind is in a mess, and he feels even more irritable when he hears these noises, and he shouted: "Is there a problem?"

The protests of the juniors suddenly increased a lot, and the entire training ground was in chaos.

Arthit interrupted them with a cold face: "Oh, I forgot to teach you etiquette. Before you want to say something, you have to stand up and report your name and student number. Remember it is before you want to express your opinion every time!"

Arthit's last syllable has a strong bite, and it sounds stern.

The cold tone really had a deterrent effect. Those first-year students who were whispering to each other were all stunned by his simple words.

But according to the usual practice, there are always one or two young people in every grade who like to show off.

Just the second after the training ground became quiet, the stunned young man stood up: "Report! kongphop, student number 0062, has something to say."

He was the one who stood up.

Arthit has been deliberately avoiding meeting his gaze, but under the watchful eyes of everyone, he has no choice but to look at him.

However, kongphop still had an open and frank appearance, as if he had never had any entanglements with him: "The time limit for a week is too tight, maybe we can't even do it."

A burst of uncontrollable embarrassment and anger stuck in his chest, making Arthit interrupt him impatiently: "Have you tried to do it? If you can't do this little thing, what else can you do in the future?"

This line was also prepared a long time ago, and it was used to deal with this kind of guy who likes to stand out.

But Arthit's tone was unexpectedly tough.

"If you give us a month..." Kongphop continued.

Arthit interrupted him quickly again, in a terrifyingly loud voice: "Impossible!"

All the first-year students looked worriedly at the classmate who stood up to help them fight for their rights, but that classmate remained calm: "If it were you, do you think you could do it?"

The coaches glanced at each other hastily, they obviously didn't expect to encounter such a tense scene on the first day of training.

M, who was sitting next to kongphop, quietly pulled down his trouser legs, probably trying to stop him.

Standing on the stage, Arthit could see this scene clearly.

The anger in his mouth was suddenly vented at that moment, and Arthit couldn't help feeling a strong sense of powerlessness in his heart.

If the expected Lengtouqing was replaced by a strange junior, would he behave so irrationally?

In the eyes of these two people, he looked like a clown who became angry after being abandoned.

Arthit is always trying to save face, and refuses to admit that he has suffered a complete defeat in this relationship.

But when the opponent appeared in front of him as a victor, he still couldn't hold his breath as he hoped.

Arthit took a deep breath and adjusted his tone as much as possible: "You have no right to ask me!"

kongphop still wanted to speak, but was stopped by M, and this time, M also stood up beside him: "Krat□□ut, student number 0097, I have something to say."

Although Arthit never felt that M was a threat to him before, and even after he separated from kongphop, he used words like "ordinary" to describe M in a small belly, but in all fairness, M's appearance is actually outstanding in the crowd which type.

With fair skin and delicate features, his handsomeness belongs to the quiet one.It was precisely because of his quietness that Arthit unconsciously ignored his threatening,

At this moment, he is standing with kongphop, which can indeed be called a match.

It's just this scene that made Arthit's heart ache uncontrollably.

Among the more than 200 people in the entire training ground, he is probably the only one who understands that this person's obedience is just an illusion.

But what does it matter to him?

Anyway, he didn't want to play tricks with him.

In any case, he didn't fall to the point where he wanted to rob men from others.

Especially a scumbag like kongphop.

Arthit closed his eyes and looked at him coldly: "What are you doing again?"

M looked more innocent and harmless with lowered eyebrows: "We are willing to listen to the senior, please don't be angry with my friend."

M's words successfully blocked kongphop's unspoken protest.

Seeing their tacit eye contact in front of everyone, Arthit suddenly felt that his footsteps were sloppy, and he almost couldn't stand up.

He pinched his palms again, trying to wake himself up.

But when he met kongphop's provocative eyes again, a burst of uncontrollable pain exploded in his chest, and he almost couldn't breathe.

Two people stood up to challenge the authority of the senior instructor, and the first-year students sitting below were even ready to be punished together with them, but unexpectedly, the senior instructor turned around and walked towards the door at the next moment.

The rest of the instructors also followed, and this time the confrontation came to an end so casually, it became a false alarm.

As soon as he left the door of the training hall, Arthit staggered and almost fell to the ground.

Not hurried forward and held him: "What's the matter? Are you okay? I saw something wrong with you on stage just now, your face is so pale!"

"Are you sick? Do you want me to accompany you to the doctor?" Tuta also looked concerned.

Arthit shook his head and forced a smile on them: "It's okay, I just didn't sleep well last night, and I felt a little uncomfortable. It's good to go back and have a rest. That... the first day of training was like this, sorry."

Plame patted him on the shoulder indifferently: "What are you talking about! You're being too polite to us! Besides, your performance was obviously very good just now, didn't you just want to calm them down on the first day! You got angry just now He looks so handsome, don't you think so!"

As he spoke, he raised his eyebrows at the others.

Bright nodded in agreement: "Today I can barely admit that you are a little bit more handsome than me."

The jokes from his companions finally eased Arthit's discomfort.

When everyone was gone, Not, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "Arthit, are you really alright?"

Not has always been the most careful one among them. It is easy to hide many things from those horses, but it is somewhat difficult to hide them from him.

But Arthit still couldn't convince himself to tell the truth.

He smiled, and his words were the same as before: "It's really all right, probably because today is the first day to meet my juniors, so I was a little nervous, and I didn't sleep well all night after tossing and turning."

He really didn't get much sleep all night.

Not was finally persuaded by him, and reached out to pat him on the shoulder: "Don't put too much pressure on us, we are all here anyway. Since you didn't sleep well, you should go back early and have a rest. The training will officially start tomorrow, and we are very tired." gone."

Arthit finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he didn't ask any more questions.

"Then I'll go back first. I'll call if I need something." He raised his chin in the direction the others were heading away.

Not hurriedly agreed, and quickly chased after the others.

Arthit was walking in the opposite direction from them, and when he was sure that they could no longer see him, he clutched his chest and sat down slowly on the boundary stone by the roadside.

It turns out that the more you have to endure the heartache, the more it hurts, as if it can tear people apart.

He is really useless, those lies that never had time to fall in love with that person, and now they can't even lie to themselves.

Fortunately, you can still fool others.