I am him [Comprehensive]

Just those three words were enough to make Arthit's heart tremble.

He took a deep breath, forced himself to ignore the throbbing, turned to the beginning of the questionnaire, and answered the questions one by one.

Unexpectedly, he was not the only one who noticed the problem.

Not long after, Bright pointed to the place he had just looked at with a pen and asked, "Hey, what would I do if the old lover of the file is asked here! Which one do you think I should fill in?"

With a serious face, I don't know why it looks so beating.

Tuta was very cooperative with his performance, looking at him with the same seriousness: "Of course the one that impressed me the most!"

Plame stared at him with a funny face, and sure enough, he waited for his next sentence: "But my old lovers are all very impressive, distressed."

His shameless behavior caused Bright to lose the battle. He took the initiative to give up the throne of love saint, and nodded at him repeatedly: "Everyone? You are so infatuated!"

"That's it!" Tuta's expression of peace of mind can be said to be the essence of drama.

Not suppressed a smile and interjected: "Do you get dumped every time?"

Plame sat next to him, laughing uncontrollably, as if he couldn't contribute to this great cause of complaints.

Tuta's bright face was immediately blown to nothing, and he patted Not: "You can only tease me, show me!"

As he said that, he snatched Not's questionnaire away, and when he saw his answer, he raised his tail to the sky again: "Huh? Never had a girlfriend, single nobleman!"

Bright, who is not too serious about watching the excitement, immediately came to the front: "Wait a moment, wait a moment! Have you ever had an old lover?"

"What's the matter?" Not raised his eyebrows at him, as if he didn't think there was anything wrong with this answer.

"I believe you are the only one with ghosts" on Bright's face.

And Tuta simply expressed his distrust of his friends: "I don't believe it!"

Although Not's appearance is not very handsome, but his figure is very attractive, coupled with his calm personality and excellent grades, he can be counted among the junior seniors of the Engineering College.

Although there were not as many little girls chasing him as Arthit and Bright, there was still a wave of them.

"I saw the sophomore last time. What's the name of that? Anyway, she's a pretty girl from elementary school. I also saw her bring you food. If that's the case, you can sit still, brother, I can't help I really doubt your sexuality!" Bright said earnestly across Arthit, and patted him on the shoulder.

Tuta nodded approvingly.

Not couldn't resist, so he could only push the people around him to block him: "Arthit hasn't filled it yet, why don't you pay attention!"

Arthit, who had been silent all this time, suddenly became the center of everyone's attention.

Bright glanced at his questionnaire, pointed a pen at him, his eyes were full of persuasive questions: "Don't tell me you didn't either!"

Arthit nodded hesitantly, wanting them to skip the subject.

But Bright frowned thoughtfully: "I know you've been there by the way you were lost during that time last year!"

"Hey, hey!" Tuta interrupted him hastily.

Plame even slapped him directly on the hand: "Which pot is not open and which pot is lifted!"

Only then did Bright realize that he had said something wrong, and he couldn't help showing a bit of embarrassment on his face: "I was wrong..."

Bright's personality has always been frizzy, and Arthit will find it strange when he becomes a thoughtful person.

He smiled reassuringly at Bright, but the cheerful atmosphere inevitably cooled down.

Arthit could not help but sigh quietly.

He really didn't want to see his friends being careful everywhere because of him, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Bright knew he was in trouble, so he sat beside him with a low eyebrow, filling out the questionnaire more seriously than the test paper.

When encountering questions that you don’t understand, you should ask others: “How did you fill in this?”

Not even raised his head: "Write whatever you want."

Bright choked, and couldn't help pointing at Not, and finally choked out a sentence: "Father's love!"

The reason for being so perfunctory to him is because he just accidentally brought up Arthit's sad story.

Seeing that his words brought him back, Arthit shook his head helplessly, raised his eyes casually, but his body froze again.

The school said it wasn't big, but he didn't expect it to be so small that people could see people they didn't want to see just by looking up.

He said he didn't want to see him, but Arthit never looked away, so he clearly saw that kongphop took M's signature book, and then, together with his own, took it to find the senior around him to sign.

This is still the task assigned by Arthit.

He didn't know much about M, but during the two years he spent with kongphop, he also had a lot of contact with him.

At least on the surface, his temperament is soft and dull, and it is probably difficult to lose face for things like getting autographs from seniors and seniors.

And kongphop was indeed as considerate as when he was with Arthit, and he took the initiative to take over the job.

It stands to reason that, as the senior instructor of this year, if he saw other people doing this, Arthit should have called him over with a cold face and gave him a good lesson, but the two people in front of him might just be ordinary interactions in the eyes of others. But it caused ripples in his heart.

When we separated, Arthit had been trying every means to force himself to let go earlier, so before he had time to digest many emotions, he forcibly endured them.

He thought it was over if he endured it, but he didn't expect to meet these two people again.

Seeing kongphop take care of others as carefully as before, Arthit's heartache that had been hidden was activated in an instant, and it was released in his chest bit by bit.

It was as if he wanted to give him back all the suffering that he had deliberately ignored, inch by inch, without any haste.

It's not enough to kill people, but this kind of continuous pain is enough to make people sleepless.

"Arthit?" Not called him suspiciously, and also looked where his eyes fell.

Arthit hurriedly turned around, smiled at him hastily, and looked down at the questionnaire again.

"If you meet an old lover, how will you choose to face it?"

Arthit's slender fingers pinched between his eyebrows for a long time, but in the end he could only fill in the answer that had been hidden in his heart.

Probably the best way to meet again is to be strangers.