I am him [Comprehensive]

The rain seemed to be getting heavier and heavier, and Kongphop knew he couldn't stop Arthit from punishing himself, so he could only pick up his umbrella and walk towards the stands beside the court.

"Hey, Kong, come here, sit here." May called him from a distance.

Only then did Kongphop see that the three girls who were familiar with him were also sitting in the stands.

He nodded to them hurriedly, intending to smile politely, but he couldn't in the end.

Sitting down next to May, Kongphop looked at Arthit who was still running in the rain in despair.

Seeing his appearance, May couldn't help asking curiously: "By the way, isn't the senior senior punishing him now to vent your anger? Why are you still trying to persuade him?"

It is also rare for Ma-plang to put aside his nymphomaniac, and said solemnly: "That's right, he made M so miserable, and we all suffer accordingly. Why do you still sympathize with him?"

As for Ma-plang, after all, Arthit never targeted her, so even if she was punished together, it’s okay for her to forgive easily, but Kongphop and M have always been targeted, so seeing Kongphop’s current attitude, It really makes people feel curious.

Kongphop didn't know how to explain all this to them, so he could only vaguely say: "M won't blame him, and I think there may be a reason for him to do this, senior."

Ma-plang nodded silently.

Girls are always easy to soften their hearts, even if they really complained about Arthit, now seeing him running in the torrential rain for so long, they can't help but feel sympathy, and they naturally don't want to refute what Kongphop said.

Time passed by, and Arthit's footsteps became slower and slower.

Looking at his precarious figure, Kongphop felt that his heart seemed to be in his throat.

Finally, the seniors waiting on the other side of the stand stood up and walked down. It seemed that Arthit had reached the last lap.

For a total of 54 laps, except for the time when Kongphop appeared, he ran to the end without stopping at all.

Kongphop felt distressed, but he couldn't help admiring him for being so stubborn.

Even his irresistible bad temper made Kongphop feel that he couldn't help but like him more.

"Brother, it will be over soon, come on!"

"Come on! Don't worry, take your time!"

Several seniors stood at the finish line, shouting to Arthit who was getting closer.

In this kind of weather, this scene actually made those first-year students who were planning to watch a good show feel some inexplicable tears.

Kongphop didn't know about the changes in their hearts, because he had already followed in the footsteps of the seniors and walked into the rain again.

He knew that Arthit didn't want to hear his voice, so he didn't dare to shout with them, but stood behind the crowd, staring nervously at Arthit's crumbling figure.

Arthit finally staggered to the finish line, and Plame and Not ran over in the first place.

As soon as he saw them, Arthit's whole body relaxed, his legs went limp, and he fell to the ground.

But both Not and Plame leaned over to support him quickly, one left and one right, preventing him from falling into the muddy water below them.

After persisting for so long, how could it be possible that Arthit really limp like this at the last moment, the reason why he let his legs go weak is just out of trust in his friends.

No matter who he was with, Arthit was much closer than him.

Kongphop felt distressed, but he couldn't forget to be jealous.

Being supported by the two, Arthit no longer had the strength to say a word, but in the face of everyone's concern, he still made an "OK" gesture with great effort.

Every detail of him made Kongphop couldn't help but feel even more excited.

Everyone knows that a person who has just finished running cannot stop immediately, so everyone is still moving forward slowly with him in coordination.

He walked up to the silent Kongphop before he had to stop.

Not glanced at Kongphop, lowered his head and said to Arthit: "You don't need to talk, I will take you back directly in a while."

Arthit ignored the jealousy in his heart, and asked anxiously, "Senior Arthit, are you okay?"

Arthit raised his face and looked at him indifferently: "Why haven't you gone back yet?"

For him now, even saying such a simple sentence is difficult.

After another pause, Arthit continued, "Go, don't show up again, I don't want to see you again."

Kongphop's heart twisted hard, but looking at Arthit who was so tired, he still couldn't help but said: "Let me take you back."

"Who do you think you are?" Arthit interrupted him fiercely, "Didn't I say, I don't want to see you again!"

Kongphop held the umbrella tightly: "Can't we live in peace?"

Arthit suddenly looked up at him, and after a while, he said to Not beside him: "Not, let's go, I'm too lazy to talk."

Everyone just took half a step with his movement, but he suddenly stopped, raised his head, and said to Kongphop: "As for you, I didn't expect that I would hurt my friends. This time I lost. From now on, We return from the bridge to the bridge and return to the road."

Arthit's last words, together with the cold rain, seemed to have penetrated into the bottom of Kongphop's heart.

Standing in the rain, he looked at Arthit's receding back, his heart was in a mess.

Around Arthit, there was a crowd full of people, all of whom were intimate with him.

But there, there was no place for him at all.

Absolutely not.

The punishment has been completed, but the rain in the sky still has no intention of stopping.

Not had already carefully called a car to come in, and several people rushed Arthit back to the apartment.

Arthit had already been overloaded with exercise today, and he didn't have the strength to be polite to them any more. He leaned limply on Not and Plame along the way, not even wanting to say a word.

Drenched like this, after returning home, Arthit forced himself to take a hot shower, and then collapsed on the bed.

Before the confusion passed, he still remembered to tell him: "I'm fine, I'll just sleep, and you've all been exposed to the rain, go back and take a shower and change your clothes."

Plame frowned and looked at him: "Are you really alright? After raining for so long, it's better to eat something before going to bed. It's better to drink a cold medicine to prevent it."

"Okay, you guys go back first, I'll stay and take care of him tonight, so as not to burn it up at night, I'll take a bath later, and cook a bowl of noodles for him." Not said aside.

Plame frowned at Not from an angle that only the two of them could see: "Okay, then I'll leave it to you!"

Bright also reached out and patted Not on the shoulder: "Your strong fatherly love has finally come into play, remember to take good care of our little Nuannuan, and we will go back first, otherwise it will not be him who will have a fever tomorrow, but Me!"

The drenched people left in a hurry, and Arthit and Not were the only two people left in Arthit's apartment.

Because of overwork, Arthit didn't even bother to open his eyes even though he hadn't fallen asleep yet.

Not hesitated for a moment, and asked for his opinion: "I'll go take a shower first, and wash the clothes you changed?"

Arthit responded in a low voice, closed his eyes and said, "There are nightgowns in the closet, I haven't worn them much, so you can take them casually, there are still unopened underwear in the drawer below."

Not's figure is a little stronger than Arthit's, if he wears Arthit's clothes, he might be somewhat tight, so he can only use a nightgown to make do with it.

Hearing that he was so tired and thoughtful, Not felt that he should feel relieved.

But I don't know why, but I just remembered the appearance of Kongphop in his room that morning with only a blanket wrapped around his body, and his throat felt a little sore for a while.

Although he knew it shouldn't be, he couldn't help thinking, in front of that person, Arthit should be different, right?Maybe he wouldn't be so thoughtful and polite, but he could let that person see his truest side.

It was useless to think too much, and took out a change of clothes from the drawer, Not took a quick shower, threw both of their clothes into the washing machine, and then found Arthit's small electric cooker, and cooked a pot of fragrant noodles.

The aroma of food filled the room, but the person on the bed remained motionless.

Not leaned over to the bed, and whispered, "Arthit, Arthit? Get up and have some noodles?"

Arthit didn't give him any response, it seemed that he was already fast asleep.

I don't know if it's because of the hot bath just now, Arthit's originally fair and tender face is now a little red, against the dark bedding, it makes him look a bit indescribably fragile now.

Arthit seemed to be dreaming, his lips were suddenly pursed unconsciously, his expression looked stubborn and pitiful, which made people unconsciously feel an illusion of wanting to protect him behind him.

Not couldn't help raising his hand, hesitating again and again, but he didn't dare to reach out easily.

He took a deep breath and found an excuse for himself in his heart: "Blushing so much, what if you really have a fever?"

Not finally made up his mind and reached out.

Arthit's forehead was warmer than his hands, but he was upset at the moment, but he couldn't feel whether the temperature was considered a fever or normal.

Arthit seemed to notice his touch, and frowned and moaned softly. Not was afraid that he would wake up, and wanted to move his hand away like an electric shock, but unexpectedly, Arthit didn't wake up, but closed his eyes and grabbed his hand that was placed next to his face.

Like a dream, Arthit's voice was so low that it was almost inaudible.

But Not can still hear clearly.

He said, "Kong, don't go..."