I am him [Comprehensive]

Today's mood is already depressing, but I didn't expect the weather to be a little gloomy.

Although there was a lot of quarreling with the seniors on the forum, in reality, few people were willing to be the top bird, so after class, the first-year students from the School of Engineering obediently went to the training ground.

As soon as a gossip messenger like Ork knows about any news, it spreads at the speed of a tornado, and everyone knows it within one class.

With so many people gathered in the training ground, the eyes on Kongphop and M were even more concentrated.

Even if they couldn't hear what they said, the rustling movement made people feel disgusted.

"The instructor is here!" Someone shouted, and the first-year students quickly lined up, and the rustling just disappeared in an instant, and the whole playground was silent.

Kongphop couldn't help but look towards the direction where the instructors appeared. As Ork said, the leader of the instructors today was really replaced by Arthit.

Kongphop's temples twitched, and he couldn't tell what it was like.

To be able to see him every day like before is naturally what Kongphop is looking forward to.

Judging from his understanding of Arthit, he was said to be like that on the forum just now, so he definitely doesn't want to come out to face everyone's eyes again, right?

Kongphop thought of the side glances and whispers he had met all day, and suddenly felt an urge to protect the person on stage behind him.

He always hides him before it's too late, so how can he compete with M.

But I still caused him to face these malicious gossip.

Arthit always had a serious expression when facing the juniors, and when he came back after being absent from training for a period of time, he seemed to be a little more serious.

But Kongphop still couldn't help watching his expression, and didn't look away for a moment.

Arthit walked up to the highest step on the podium, turned his hands away, and scanned the first-year students in the audience with condensed eyes.

Perhaps each of these people has discussed gossip about him, and even stamped him with labels that he shouldn't have.

But Arthit's expression of looking down on the world is still as domineering as it was on the first day of their training.

It was as if the deliberate injuries of all the people here were added up, and they were all ignored by him, and it was not enough to hurt him.

And under his glance, those first-year students who had been feeling righteous indignation because of a certain classmate who was targeted all the time felt guilty for no reason, and unconsciously lowered their heads.

Kongphop looked at him like this, but felt even more distressed.

If it wasn't for him, Arthit wouldn't have had to face these at all.

There is no need to be so strong.

"First-year students!" In the silence, Arthit finally spoke, the coldness in his voice hit his heart, "Now, I am your coach again. From today, I will show more seriousness than before. Attitude, everyone. No matter who makes a mistake, I will target him specifically."

He bit down the word "special" very clearly. It sounded like he was specifically responding to the rumors of the past two days, and the hearts of the students in the audience couldn't help but tighten.

And Arthit's next words were beyond everyone's expectations: "Kongphop, 0062, come up to me!"

Having just been rumored to have an affair with this junior, ordinary people would probably avoid him in fear, but Arthit called him to the stage under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

Kongphop froze for a moment, and noticed that the eyes of the students were also focused on him at this moment.

And the eyes of the person on the stage were also staring at him, not letting go.

Although Kongphop was secretly delighted to be able to get in touch with him like this, but looking at Arthit who seemed suddenly strange, he still had a bad premonition in his heart.

"Kongphop..." M standing next to him whispered, as if worried about him.

Kongphop glanced at him, then walked towards the person on the stage.

Today's weather was already gloomy, and now it's a bit late. Standing so far away, Arthit on the stage couldn't see clearly.

Kongphop walked over step by step, getting closer and closer, and Arthit in his eyes became more and more clear.

Probably to make himself look undiminished, Arthit has put on a lot of hairspray today, looking from a distance, he is indeed very energetic.

But when he got close, Kongphop could easily see the bloodshot eyes in his eyes.

I also want to know how he could have a good rest these two days.

But as a senior, he had to come out and face everything that he shouldn't have to face.

Kongphop couldn't help feeling a little distressed, and his lips were tightly pursed.

But this expression of bitterness and hatred seems to be silently confronting Arthit.

Arthit hooked the corner of his mouth mockingly, the volume was not loud, but it was enough for everyone in the audience to hear: "Long time no see."

In fact, I saw it yesterday, but the picture was not what I wanted to see. Kongphop thought silently in his heart.

He really didn't want to face Arthit's expression, so he quickly asked, "Senior called me up alone, why?"

Arthit sneered, and squinted at him: "Aren't I just such a person who uses power for personal gain?"

Kongphop knew that he was influenced by the rumors of these two days, but in his heart, Arthit was not such a person at all.

The current Arthit still looks handsome on the surface, but Kongphop still sees a bit of defeat in his eyes.

This kind of ashes is hidden too deeply, and I am afraid that no one will find it.

Kongphop, who has always been eloquent, realized at this moment that he was so poor at words, that he couldn't even say a word that could comfort him.

After staring at him for a long time, Kongphop could only say dryly: "I didn't mean that..."

Facing Arthit's indifferent expression, Kongphop suddenly felt that many words were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say a word.

He pursed his lower lip again, and said hastily, "Anyway, welcome back senior."

Arthit put his arms around his chest, such a condescending posture made the contempt on his face more concrete: "Aren't you afraid that your boyfriend will be jealous if I welcome you so much?"

Kongphop felt that maybe his brain was really out of order, and he could find some traces of ambiguity in such a short sarcasm, and then chuckled for two seconds.

He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Arthit snorted coldly, and turned his gaze aside contemptuously: "Listen to me, my patience has a limit. Hiding from you doesn't mean I'm easy to bully. I'll let you see clearly this time. If I want to Can you protect him against him?"

Arthit was on the cusp of being suspected by all the first-years at the moment, and saying this in public now was tantamount to declaring war on him.

The younger students below heard this, and they were indeed in an uproar.

Kongphop's heart tightened: "Arthit."

Arthit turned back and stared at him: "Can you call me my name? Disrespect senior, squat up with your head in your arms, 200 times, do it immediately!"

The reason why he punished Kongphop sounded impeccable, but because of the arrogant words he said just now, hearing this punishment, the junior students below still couldn't help whispering.

Arthit looked down the stage coldly, and said in a thunderous voice, "Quiet! Do you want to do it with him?"

On the training ground, the instructor's orders are everything.

Hearing his reprimand, the first-year students immediately shut their mouths, and each of them stared ahead intently, not daring to breathe, and kept silent like a cicada.

Arthit's stern eyes looked around among the crowd, and finally fell on Kongphop standing in front of him: "Why is it still not moving?"

Kongphop has no objection to such a punishment.

Now Arthit's troubles seem to be caused by him, if physical punishment of him can make Arthit feel better, then he will be happy.

But what Arthit said just now made Kongphop more worried about his situation.

Regardless of whether he was just trying to show off his quick tongue, but since he said it in front of so many people, it is inevitable that it will come true.

Kongphop held his head, squatted down and got up one by one under the eyes of everyone: "1, 2, 3..."

Arthit stared at him fiercely: "Low your head, don't look up!"

Only then did Kongphop realize that even though he was being punished, his eyes still fell on Arthit's face greedily.

But fortunately, he is standing in a special position, except for Arthit, only Senior Tuta can see his expression.

Otherwise, the rumors will develop several versions without knowing it.

He turned his face away hastily, and carried out Arthit's punishment little by little while everyone was watching.

Kongphop has been exercising for a long time and has a good physique. Coupled with the recent increase in the training of freshmen, 200 squats is not particularly difficult for him, but it still took a lot of time.

Usually, when the instructors punish the first-year students, most of them will take them aside alone, so as not to affect the training of others.

But today Arthit remained motionless, leading all the first-year students to watch him until the punishment was over.

After finishing 200 squats, Kongphop's forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and he was so tired that he was out of breath.

However, he still stubbornly stood in front of Arthit, and reported: "Report to the senior, 200 squats with heads hugged."

Arthit raised his chin lightly, looked him up and down from head to toe, and kept looking at him until he finally let go: "Return to the team!"

Kongphop obediently turned and walked towards the first-year team, but Arthit walked down the steps together, followed behind him, walked through the first-year team, and stood in the middle of everyone.

The sky was very overcast, and his face was even more gloomy.

With him standing in the crowd, all the freshmen looked a little trembling.

Arthit looked at them proudly, with disdainful eyes: "You all listen to me! As a person, the last thing I fear is threats!"

No one would doubt his words.

With such pride, he should have stood at the top, overlooking everyone's slander against him.

His contemptuous gaze scanned for a week, and finally landed on the man next to Kongphop, and the sarcasm in it became more profound.

M met his eyes, and immediately lowered his head, looking fragile and helpless.

However, his performance made the disdain in Arthit's eyes more obvious.

He stepped forward, pushed M away with his shoulders, walked through the crowd, and walked towards the rostrum again.

His back was straight and his steps were firm, looking as if all the insults in the world weren't enough to knock him down.

It also makes people have to believe that what he said is true.

As a person, what he fears the most is threats.