I am him [Comprehensive]

Even though the memories of those two years have been lost, Kongpohp's demeanor is still the same when he talked about these sweet words, and his serious expression once convinced Arthit.

But it is said that what one suffers one learns one's wisdom, so Arthit naturally does the same.

But for a moment, he forcibly suppressed the throbbing in his heart, and looked at Kongpohp with a cold face.

Although the expression on his face was indifferent, but this time, it was rare for him to let Kongpohp get out without opening his mouth again.

I can still vividly remember the joy when I was questioned by the doctor yesterday, and after he came back, apart from being sad, he couldn't help but worry about Kongpohp's condition all the time.

Although the post said that Kongpohp was cured, how could Arthit really rest assured before knowing what disease he had in the first place?

Now that it has reached the point where life and death are at stake, if it does not recover, it will only delay the onset of the disease——Thinking of this possibility, Arthit's whole heart can't help but soften.

Seeing that he didn't resist, Kongpohp couldn't help being overjoyed, and covered the back of his hand.

Arthit was shaken all over, and subconsciously looked towards the direction of the entrance. Although he couldn't see Not there at all from his angle, Kongpohp's action still surprised him.Before withdrawing his gaze, Arthit gave Kongpohp a hard look by the way, and his hand had already been thrown away.

Kongpohp knew that he was afraid of being bumped into by Not, and although he took another big gulp of jealousy, in order to maintain his image in front of Arthit, he still had an obedient face, and even poked his head to look at the door, and said honestly to Arthit: " Not the senior is not here, maybe he just went to class, do you have class today?"

Arthit is now on sick leave for self-defense, but the rest of the senior group still have to obediently go to class.

Arthit froze for a moment, and when he realized the meaning of his words, he couldn't help feeling a little surprised.

It was true that they had two classes in the morning, but he never expected that Not would choose to leave when Kongpohp came to his door.

It feels like a friend has already determined that the relationship between him and Kongpohp is a personal relationship, so naturally he is embarrassed to intervene in their quarrel.

This view inevitably makes Arthit feel awkward.

But he couldn't pull people back to explain, so he felt even more gloomy, and his face towards Kongpohp became much uglier.

Kongpohp didn't know his changing mind, he only knew that he was doing this to himself because Not was gone, and he couldn't help feeling more resentful towards Not.

It's just that now he can bear the word, no matter how jealous he is, he can only swallow it forcefully.

Arthit's face darkened, and Kongpohp was afraid that he would drive him out without saying a word, and before he could speak, he quickly spread out the case and put it in front of him.

Most of the cases are professional terms, and the data is dense, not to mention Arthit, even he has a half-knowledge, and most of the explanations for the disease are heard from the doctor.

But when he saw the word "tumor" on the case, Arthit's mood changed obviously.

He originally wanted to tell Kongpohp to leave, but at this moment, he just couldn't open his mouth.

Kongpohp wasn't sure if he really felt distressed, since he heard Arthit say he didn't love him yesterday, his self-confidence had already been beaten to the eighteenth level of hell.

But even if he lost his self-confidence, he couldn't persuade himself to give up, so he could only stay by his side like this, thinking that even if what Arthit said was true, he would one day wear him down until he loved him again. Go to yourself once.

So Kongpohp refused to let go of any chance, and seeing Arthit's soft-hearted expression, he quickly grabbed his hand and touched the scar on his head.

"It was here that a tumor grew, but fortunately, it was benign, but there was a danger of nerve compression, so the surgery was done in a hurry."

Kongpohp raised his head and looked at Arthit's face with a coquettish expression: "At that time, the doctor said that the probability of success was only 20%."

Arthit's hand touching the scar visibly froze, and subconsciously asked, "What if it fails?"

"Either dead, paralyzed, or in a vegetable state... who knows?" Kongpohp said with a relaxed face, but Arthit felt thrilling and soul-stirring when he heard it.

Even today, what Kongpohp said might almost freeze the blood in his whole body. If it was before the operation, he really didn't know how he would accept it.

Because of fear, Arthit forgot to take back his hand all the time, and his fear finally made Kongpohp bolder.

He hugged Arthit's waist, rubbed his head on his waist, and said in a low voice, "Don't worry, it's fine now. The doctor said that as long as you pay more attention, if you don't relapse, you will live a long life like ordinary people." of."

Hearing his words, Arthit's tense muscles relaxed in an instant. Kongpohp was hugging him tightly, and of course he could intuitively feel the change in him.

So before realizing that Arthit was about to push him away, he raised his head again and pouted pitifully: "Actually, I didn't want to tell you, the figure of 20% is too scary, I know, yesterday the second sister When you told me, I was also afraid for a long time. But what should I do? This is the only thing I can pretend to be pitiful in front of you."

Arthit's hand had already grabbed his shoulder, and he almost pushed it out. Hearing his unabashed "playing pity", he actually forgot to move.

This number is really terrifying, every time Kongpohp mentions it, he can't help but jump in fear.

But after a moment of stupefaction, he still frowned, and pushed Kongpohp hard: "Speak as you speak, can you let me go!"

Kongpohp hugged him even tighter instead.

"I know you are soft-hearted, but I was still thinking on the way here, or I would lie to you and say that I am not cured yet, may relapse at any time, may die at any time, so that you may be able to stay by my side because of sympathy. "Kongpohp's voice became much softer and sounded more tender, "But I think, if what you said about not loving me is true, then if you think that I will die at any time, how sad it must be, even if it's just a little Maybe, I don't want to take any more risks. Besides, I don't want to lie to you again in my life! So, I can only pretend to be pitiful in front of you with this little bargaining chip."

He got up slowly, and for some reason, he lingered to the side of the bed, sat next to Arthit, looked at him at the same level, with a flattering smile on his face: "I almost died on the operating table, I will never see you again, for this sake, please, then..."

Arthit pushed him violently and roared, "Shut up!"

The smile that Kongpohp deliberately put on all over his face froze for a moment, and then disappeared little by little, looking a little pitiful.

As the saying goes, don't hit a smiling face, once Arthit said it, he knew what he said was serious, but just now when he heard Kongpohp say that he was dead or not, his mind was confused, and he didn't want to hear him continue. .

Now, since the words have been finished and cannot be undone, he turned his head to the side with a cold face: "You have said everything you wanted to say, you can go now."

Now Kongpohp's stubbornness came up again, he looked at him stubbornly, refused to move half a minute, just looked at Arthit and said: "I know that it's ridiculous for me to be like this, I said I don't want you to forgive me because of sympathy, but it's here Right now, I'm trying every means to get a little soft-heartedness from you, so that I can take advantage of the loopholes, like a clown who turns back and forth. I really dare not think, if you really don't love me, what else can I do, even if it's just It doesn't matter if it makes you soft-hearted, as long as there is a chance to get close to you, I will not let it go."

These words are really pitiful, and even sound a little humble.

Back then Kongpohp always had the cheek to chase him, but at that time, he was confident and arrogant, and he always chased Arthit domineeringly, as if he didn't take his refusal at all.

Arthit looked at the man in front of him whose self-confidence seemed to have been wiped away, and his heart ached again.

That's not what he meant.

"Kongpohp." He said in a low voice, "I..."

Kongpohp was afraid of hearing him say any unfeeling words again, so he interrupted him abruptly: "Stop it!"

Arthit froze for a moment.

Kongpohp swept away the depression on his face, and smiled at him again: "Anyway, no matter what method I use, I will make you accept me again! I can't pretend to be pitiful, I'll think about something else."

As he said that, he hugged Arthit tightly again, let go before he could react, and took a big step back: "Don't rush, I will go by myself, the teacher gave me an ultimatum, if I don't go to class, I will I will probably be fired, and I will bring you lunch later, and...don't let Not stay tonight, I will take care of you."

Seeing that he was talking so much of course, Arthit couldn't help feeling that the loss and grievance he saw on his face just now might just be his own illusion.

He couldn't help being a little angry: "I don't need you to come, give me back the key!"

Kongpohp smiled at him while stepping back: "I know you definitely don't want Not to see me pestering you like this, if you don't mind, just let him stay!"

After finishing speaking, Kongpohp turned around quickly and left, there was no intention of leaving the key behind.

"Kongpohp!"

The only response to him was the closing sound of the door left by Kongpohp.

Arthit closed his eyes with a headache, and couldn't help rubbing his frowning brows.

He already hated Kongpohp's sternness, but there was still nothing he could do about him.

He could only keep telling himself in his heart that he must never be fooled again.

Love this thing is always easy to say, but once you really encounter any setbacks, you realize that these verbal rhetoric are nothing at all.

He has already suffered a loss, how can he not have a long memory?