I am him [Comprehensive]

In order to make himself look less embarrassed, Arthit has been observing the changes in his swollen eyelids.

I even secretly searched for a quicker way to reduce eyelid swelling. I came back from get out of class at noon and fiddled with it in the bathroom for a long time.

In the end, there was no abnormality in the eyelids, but unexpectedly, when the training started in the afternoon, those two people never showed up and were absent.

Arthit suddenly felt that his actions were hopelessly stupid.

Kongphop's appearance yesterday was originally to plead for M. Since he didn't get any soft words from him, it's no surprise that he would escape training.

Only in this way, the self who was tossing and turning because of that sudden kiss looked even more ridiculous.

It's a good thing no one has seen him like that.

The training after freshman enrollment is not mandatory, and some people have been absent all the time.

In any case, it was a good thing for him that those two people could leave on their own initiative.

He wished they never came back.

But unexpectedly, this beautiful wish did not come true.

But only the next day, the figures of those two people appeared at the end of the line again.

The degree of lingering spirit made Arthit's heart, which had finally calmed down, became irritable again.

And after being absent for a day, this M seems to be on the bar with him. He can make mistakes eight times out of ten times. This frequency of mistakes is hard to ignore.

And this time, Arthit didn't want to ignore it at all.

To put it bluntly, he was really afraid that he wouldn't make any mistakes, so he had to bother to help him find some mistakes.

From the moment he decided to come back to training, Arthit never thought about continuing to hide.

Since M wants to play a little white lotus who is "I am the most innocent in the whole world" so much, he doesn't mind helping him.

Seeing that M made a mistake and messed up their team's set of actions, Arthit finally walked to his side.

"Krat□□ut, 0097, stand up."

As expected, Kongphop looked at him a little faster than M.

But Arthit didn't even give him the white of his eyes, and just looked down at M who was still squatting on the ground.

M swallowed, looked at the people around him, and then stood up from the ground with his arms propped up.

His complexion didn't look very good, and he didn't have much energy, but he still put his palms together respectfully and saluted Arthit.

Arthit looked at him coldly, with deep eyes: "Tell me, how many times have you made mistakes?"

M quietly raised his eyes to look at him, then lowered his head in a bewildered expression.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Arthit sneered, and haughtily turned his hands away: "Can't you hear me?"

M hesitated and said, "Senior, I'm sorry."

Arthit wasn't surprised that he would put on such a weak look, and he didn't intend to let him go because of it.

"You are not sorry for me, but for all the classmates who practiced with you repeatedly! I have never seen you do it right once for such a simple movement! If you are so careless, just do it like yesterday, just don't come!" On this topic, Arthit also gave Kongphop a hard look by the way.

Although Arthit was still on fire, for Kongphop, he finally had a look at himself, and there were some uncontrollable throbbing in his heart.

M had a high fever yesterday, not only for training, but they didn't even go to the afternoon class.

But now Kongphop is not in the mood to explain.

This was the first time he stood in front of Arthit as a single, although no one knew it, but every cell in his body seemed to be clamoring, wanting to get closer to Arthit, closer.

Unfortunately, it was obvious that Arthit didn't have such thoughts.

His eyes quickly moved away from Kongphop, and looked back at M with a nervous face.

"I'm sorry." M's voice was as low as a gnat.

Arthit took a step towards him, approaching his face: "I hate these three words the most."

He also used this sentence in a very low voice, except for a few people nearby, others should not be able to hear clearly.

After speaking, Arthit straightened up abruptly, turned around and walked towards the rostrum.

And his punishment finally came out under the eyes of everyone: "Stop talking nonsense, do 50 push-ups, 100 squats, and execute."

M's face was already pale, but when he heard his words, he turned pale again.

Kongphop sighed helplessly, unable to do anything about the situation in front of him.

In his heart, he really didn't want to stand against Arthit anymore, but now that M's illness has not recovered, it was already difficult for him to participate in the training, so how could he bear this kind of punishment.

Ork, who was squatting beside him, reached out and tugged at the hem of his clothes, and asked in a low voice, "What should I do?"

Kongphop closed his eyes helplessly, and raised his hand: "Report, 0062, Kongphop, I have something to say."

Arthit wasn't surprised he stood up.

He sneered, turned around, and asked procedurally, "What's the matter, tell me."

Kongphop glanced at M, and simply smashed the can: "Report to the senior, M is not feeling well, I apply to receive the punishment on his behalf."

Arthit nodded with a dazed expression: "Oh, I forgot, you always liked to share thick and thin with him."

Kongphop clenched his fist, and even had the urge to tell him loudly that he and M are just friends now.

It's a pity that it's just impulsive.

He could only endure it abruptly.

Arthit smiled, his brows and eyes were curved according to his expression, so he couldn't see it.

It's just this smile that makes people feel even more panicked.

"As for me, I'm not unreasonable. Since you want to share weal and woe, come here."

Arthit's smile disappeared suddenly, and the whole person became serious: "Two people together, 50 push-ups, 100 squats, let's start!"

Kongphop gave M a worried look, and said again: "Senior Arthit, I mean, let me..."

"double!"

He still wanted to open his mouth, but was grabbed by M.

M quietly shook his head at him, motioning him to stop talking.

In this quiet hall, even such a slight movement is enough for everyone to see clearly.

And Arthit's eyes naturally fell on their intertwined wrists, and there was a bit of sarcasm in his expression.

Kongphop suddenly felt that the places he looked at seemed to be on fire, burning hot pain.

He subconsciously shook M's hand away.

M's expression changed, and he silently withdrew his hand.

"What are you waiting for? Do you think doubling is not enough? Haven't started yet!" Arthit urged angrily.

In his anger, M fell to the ground first and counted them one by one.

Kongphop knew that no matter what he said today, Arthit might not soften his heart, so he could only accept the punishment willingly.

After hundreds of push-ups and squats, not to mention the sick M, even Kongphop was exhausted and out of breath.

And when he finished everything, M's squat was still more than half off.

But he was already profusely sweating, his lips were starting to turn white, and he looked precarious.

The classmates around looked at him like this, and they couldn't help but feel pity. They didn't care whether he was punished because of his mistakes.

In the originally silent training hall, the voices of discussions gradually sounded, and the eyes looking at M were also full of concern.

It's not just a first-year student, the instructors can't help but feel a little worried when they see him like this.

Bright leaned close to Arthit's ear and said in a low voice, "Why don't you just let me pass out later."

His voice was very low, but Arthit didn't shy away from it at all. His eyes scanned the crowd until everyone was involuntarily silent, and then he spoke at a volume that everyone could hear: " Alright, if he can pass out, this punishment will come to an end here."