I am him [Comprehensive]

One sentence is clearly said so stubbornly, but it is so stubborn that it makes people feel distressed.

Kongpohp's movements froze immediately, seeing him holding on to not want to shed tears, his whole heart ached into a ball.

Only when he was so drunk would Arthit show his appearance in front of him.

The matter of M is in his heart, and it turns out that it has never passed.

Yes, how could it be so easy to pass?It was because he had been too negligent all along, and he was just anxious to turn that page over earlier.

Thinking about it carefully, from the beginning to the end, he never gave Arthit any formal explanation.

Regardless of his struggle, Kongpohp forcibly picked him up and put him on the bed.

As soon as Arthit touched the quilt, he wrapped himself tightly in it, as if subconsciously wanting to avoid too much contact with him.

Such childish actions after being drunk may have revealed his true inner thoughts.

For him, Arthit is subconsciously resisting even now.

Seeing that Arthit's attitude towards him had finally changed, Kongpohp was secretly glad that he was finally willing to try to open his heart again.

Unexpectedly, the truth is far from being as simple as he thought.

Perhaps Arthit really wanted to try to accept him, but this kind of resistance couldn't even be controlled by himself.

"Nuannuan." Kongpohp called him softly.

But when he leaned over to the bed and looked over, he found that Arthit had fallen asleep.

With tears in his eyes, brows furrowed tightly, he curled up under the quilt and fell asleep.

Kongpohp sighed a long time, stretched out his hand to rub the space between his brows, lifted the quilt, and stretched out his hand to hug him in his arms.

Arthit, who was still very resistant to him just now, fell asleep but was very obedient. As soon as he sensed his body temperature, he snuggled towards him and found the most comfortable position in his arms. That familiar movement, Like he's done it a million times.

But Kongpohp has no memory of such familiarity.

Kongpohp plucked his bangs, wiped away his tears, and said in a hoarse voice, "Did you always sleep next to me like this before?"

It's a pity that Arthit, who was asleep, couldn't answer.

The desire to get back the memory surged so strongly in Kongpohp's heart again.

Amnesia is sometimes a very difficult thing, but in comparison, it is clearly the memory of two people, but only one person remembers it. The person who remembers should be more helpless.

Kongpohp pressed a kiss on his forehead, and whispered softly: "Sleep."

Let him worry about all these troublesome things in the future.

The next day, Arthit woke up with bouts of headache.

How could this be?

Along with this question, the memory of last night's debauchery came alive in his mind little by little.

"Hmm—" He covered his head and groaned softly, and then he felt that his pillow seemed to have a different hardness than usual.

Arthit closed his eyes and reached out to touch it. The unexpected body temperature and the touch of the skin made him open his eyes immediately.

Kongpohp had already woken up and was smiling at him: "Morning, Nuan Nuan."

Arthit sat up abruptly, his head throbbing again.

"Hiss..." He hissed in pain, covered his anger, and asked angrily, "Why are you here?"

Seeing his angry appearance, he must have completely forgotten about his drunken state last night.

Kongpohp innocently shook his numb arm: "I'm not afraid of waking you up, your pillow is so comfortable, if I move, you will wake up?"

This reason is really impeccable.

Arthit's face turned red suddenly: "I'm asking why you're sleeping with me again!"

"You drank like that last night, how could I safely leave you alone." Kongpohp ruffled his hair helplessly, took advantage and ran away, "Do you have a headache? I made some porridge, you can drink it first when you get up Just a little bit to feel better."

Arthit looked at him who had already jumped out of bed, and realized within two seconds: "Since you are being held down by me and cannot get out of bed, who made the porridge?"

Kongpohp's movements froze immediately.

Arthit stared at him.

Kongpohp smiled flatteringly at him: "It's still early after I finish cooking the porridge, so I just want to catch up on sleep...that's all."

Arthit gave him a hard look, but didn't care about it any more, got up and went to the bathroom: "I'm going to take a shower, you should go."

Kongpohp didn't seem to hear it: "Then I'll warm up the porridge again, or it will be cold after you take a shower."

boom--

Arthit's only response was the loud slam of the door.

Kongpohp didn't care at all, walked up to the rice cooker familiarly, and turned on the fire again.

Arthit was a big man, and he took a shower very quickly. After a while, Kongpohp heard the sound of water splashing in the bathroom stop.

He filled the porridge in good time and put it on the table, but the people in the bathroom didn't come out for a long time.

He frowned, and just about to ask, he heard the bathroom door creak open.

"Kongpohp, are you still there?"

"Yes." He replied.

Arthit's tone completely lost the ferocity just now, but was a little shy and annoyed: "Well... I forgot to take the bath towel, please help me."

Hearing this super class request, Kongpohp's heart couldn't help beating violently.

He swallowed: "Okay..."

Having come here so many times with a stern face, he was also aware of Arthit's habit of putting things away. He quickly found a bath towel and took it to the door of the bathroom.

The door was only a crack open, and Arthit only showed his wet head.

The crystal drops of water on the hair dripped on his neck, then slid down his fair skin, and landed on the looming collarbone behind the door. This picture is full of reverie, and it looks even more bloody. .

Arthit took the towel into his hand, only to find that the other end was still tightly held by Kongpohp. He frowned and looked over, and happened to see Kongpohp's Adam's apple squirmed visibly, and the sound of saliva was so clear that it was outrageous.

Arthit's whole body suddenly turned pink: "Kongpohp!"

Only then did a certain idiot come to his senses, and his eyes moved from his collarbone to his eyes.

"Still letting go!" Arthit shouted angrily.

But who would have thought that someone, instead of letting go, took a step forward, pushed the door open, spread out the towel, and wrapped him in his arms.

Arthit never imagined that he was so shameless, he froze in his arms dumbfounded, and it took several seconds before he realized what had happened to him, and he kicked Kongpohp hard on the leg: "Kongpohp! Get out of here!"

It's a pity that he only wears a pair of slippers on his feet now, which has no power at all. Instead, because of this movement, he clearly feels that a hard part of Kongpohp's body is ready to press against him.

Arthit stiffened even more thoroughly: "Hi!"

Kongpohp hugged him tightly, with a suppressed tone: "If you don't want to, don't move... just let me hug him for a while."

In this position, Arthit could only stare at his shoulder stiffly: "What are you doing here? Are you out of your mind?"

Kongpohp whispered aggrievedly: "How do I know? When my brain heats up, I realized that you are already in my arms."

As he said, he was unconvinced and you rubbed against him: "I've been holding it in for so long, and you still let me watch you take a bath, can you blame me?"

These unreasonable words made Arthit unable to utter a word, so he could only grit his teeth and say, "If you move around again, I'll chop it off for you!"

Kongpohp didn't dare to move for a moment.

The two big men hugged each other wetly, and the atmosphere seemed to be a bit indescribably awkward.

Perhaps in order to divert his attention as soon as possible, Kongpohp suddenly whispered in his ear: "M and I are actually just lovers in name."

Arthit froze for a moment, the shame and indignation on his face gradually receded, looking a little confused and helpless.

"I really don't remember the period before the operation, so I can't tell you. After I woke up, I found that I had lost my memory for two years, but I still remember it vaguely. I should have a deep memory. The one I love, but I don't know who he is."

Arthit's hands clenched tightly.

"At this time, M told me that that person was him. I wanted to find that person so much at the time... because every time I think of him, my heart hurts faintly, but I can't find any trace of you, all Everyone told me that that person was M, so I foolishly believed it, I thought I just forgot my love for him, and I tried hard to fall in love with him again."

Hearing him say that, Arthit's muscles tensed up.

Originally, Kongpohp really didn't want to tell him these words, but after last night he realized that the harm these words brought to Arthit was far less than concealing them from him.

Thinking wildly when you know nothing hurts the most.

"But I can't help it. I have never been able to have the same feelings for him as I have for you. At that time, I didn't know that he was lying to me. I thought it was my problem, and he compromised again and again. In private... In fact, even one I didn’t even hold hands, and I felt deeply guilty about it at the time. Looking back now, it’s actually... just because of the wrong person.” Kongpohp kissed his hair, and continued to whisper, “I saw you in the training hall At the first glance, I once again tasted that feeling of heartbeat, but I didn't know that you were the right person, so I could only forcefully suppress my desire to get close to you... But it was useless at all. Seeing you, I was only left with impulse, even though I still thought that my former lover was M."

This matter really needs to be explained. There are not many words in total. It seems that it can be easily explained, but the content of it makes people feel heavy.

In less than 2 minutes, the atmosphere between the pair of hugging people was completely different, and the evil fire in Kongpohp's blood had been extinguished unconsciously.

He let go of Arthit so that he could look into his eyes seriously: "I just wanted to let these messy things pass earlier, and I didn't want to mention them again, but I forgot that these explanations are actually very important to you. "

Arthit was also upset because of his words.

His lips trembled before he asked in a low voice, "Did I go crazy after being drunk?"

Otherwise, why would Kongpohp suddenly talk about this?

Kongpohp couldn't help but smiled and sighed, reached out and pinched his face: "You really care about your image all the time."

Arthit pushed his hand away, lowered his face, and turned his head away in panic.

But although his appearance is awkward, he can already clearly see the looseness, and the vague resistance that he had always carried seems to have dissipated a little.

The arc of Kongpohp's mouth widened a bit: "That's right, he was drunk and crazy."

Arthit looked up at him nervously.

"Holding me all the time and not allowing me to go, and saying that I need to be hugged to sleep, it's so cute!"

Seeing his nonsense virtues, Arthit immediately got angry again, kicked him out, and slammed the door shut.

Obviously being taught a lesson, the smile on the corner of Kongpohp's mouth did not disappear.

Because in Arthit's movements, he seemed to have sensed the subtle change in his attitude.

When Arthit changed his clothes and came out of the bathroom, besides the porridge already served on the open folding table, there were two fried poached eggs that were bright yellow.

Arthit glanced at the plate containing fried eggs, and was slightly stunned.

"What's wrong?" Kongpohp looked at him with concern.

Arthit shook his head, this time he didn't mention the matter of driving him away, so he obediently sat down facing him.

Kongpohp couldn't help feeling soft again.

Arthit lowered his head in silence and took a mouthful of porridge, his eyes fell on the poached egg in front of him, and his movements were a little slow.

No matter what, Kongpohp has already seen that something is wrong.

He asked, "Nuan Nuan, don't you like poached eggs? Otherwise, I'll boil water and make a boiled egg?"

Arthit shook his head, but finally spoke to him: "You used to make fried eggs for me too."

This time the person who was stunned was replaced by Kongpohp.

He never expected that he would hear such words from Arthit's mouth, and after a moment of stupefaction, a burst of ecstasy rose from his chest.

In this case, it should mean that Arthit is trying to accept the past again, right?

Must be!

Normally, Kongpohp could always speak with glamour, but when he was really excited, he was a little clumsy.

He looked at Arthit nervously, and smiled for a long time before remembering to say, "Then I will often fry it for you in the future."

After finishing speaking, he put his own one on the plate in front of Arthit: "Here, I'll give you this too."

This silly look really doesn't match his usual image.

But this look is even more exciting.

Arthit blinked a few times, looked away in a panic, and never raised his head from the beginning to the end.

But Kongpohp's eyes hardly left him.

After this conversation, in the next few days, the atmosphere between the two was obviously different from the past.

Although Arthit's attitude towards Kongpohp was still not enthusiastic, at least he was not so resistant, and occasionally, like that morning, he could have a meal with him mercifully.

But without the drunken assist, Kongpohp's attempt to share the same bed again never came true.

The current him should be regarded as in the process of slowly approaching the pursuit.

But even with this result, Kongpohp already felt quite satisfied.

Before you know it, Capture the Flag Day is just around the corner.

Today is the last training session before capturing the flag. After going through so many things, when it is said that it is about to end, everyone feels a little bit emotional, and the atmosphere at the scene inevitably becomes heavy.

As the coach and senior, Arthit naturally wants to mobilize everyone before the disbandment.

"Our last training session ends here."

In the past, every time when they disbanded, the hall was always noisy, but today it was surprisingly quiet.

The end of the training does not actually mean separation.

Everyone is still in the same college, in the same teaching area, and they don't see each other when they look up, but for some reason, the team still seems to be shrouded in a layer of sadness of parting.

Arthit's sharp eyes swept towards the juniors in front of him again, but today, he seemed to watch it more carefully than before, as if he wanted to engrave this scene in his mind forever.

"This freshman training is not only for you, but also for us instructors. It is also a special experience. Two years ago, as a freshman, I also participated in this kind of training. At that time, I was in After the training, I thought I understood the meaning of sotus, but this time I became a different character, and realized that the test of sotus is not just on the day of capture the flag, but every moment. The end of the training is the Your real start to college. Capture the Flag tomorrow is your real test to be a part of the College of Engineering."

Arthit pulled a copper-colored gear from his pocket again.

This one, of course, he borrowed from a friend.

"This is not the first time I have shown you this gear, but you can still be said to know nothing about it. Only after passing tomorrow's test will we recognize your identities as juniors and juniors. The gear is handed over to you, so that you can gradually understand the meaning it carries. On the contrary, if you fail to pass the test, this gear will never be handed over to you, even if you graduate from this school, you will not You are not qualified to be the true inheritor of the engineering school!"

According to Arthit's habit, this lecture must be followed by a sentence of "Do you understand?".

However, before he had time to say it today, there was an impatient response from below: "Understood!"

The original quiet and solemn atmosphere was completely destroyed by such a loud shout, and the juniors and juniors who were boiling with blood were stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter.

Arthit closed his eyes in frustration, and looked at the person who spoke with sharp eyes: "0062, Kongpohp! Stand up!"

Kongpohp stood up with low eyebrows, looking very honest.

Arthit walked up to him slowly: "You like to show off, don't you?"

Kongpohp looked at him obediently: "Report senior, don't dare, I just want to respond to you more enthusiastically."

"Call-"

There was booing in the team.

Arthit's face flushed red.

He gave Kongpohp a hard look, and cast his stern eyes on the team: "Tomorrow's capture the flag, I hope everyone will not take it lightly."

While speaking, his eyes shifted to Kongpohp's face a little bit, looked into his eyes, and raised his eyebrows meaningfully: "Otherwise, maybe someone will be the only one who can't get the gear. "

Kongpohp smiled at him: "I don't think that person will be me."

Arthit tilted his head: "You seem very confident."

Kongpohp also imitated him and tilted his neck, with a wicked smile on his mouth.

Arthit's heart skipped a beat when he laughed, and suddenly had a bad premonition.

And Kongpohp had already reached out and grabbed the black neck rope around his neck, and slowly took out the pendant hidden under his clothes: "Because the senior's gear has already been with me."