I am him [Comprehensive]

Seeing the smile on his face, Kongphop's expression became stiff again.

But he clearly still didn't want to be convinced. After thinking about it, he said, "A higher grade doesn't mean you're older. How old are you this year?"

Arthit looked him up and down, curled his lips and asked, "Are you an adult?"

For teenagers of their age, 18 is really a threshold that people care about.

And after hearing his question, kongphop's face that had just eased up looked ugly again.

Arthit was even more happy to see him like this, and tilted his head to look at him triumphantly: "Remember to call me Brother Arthit from now on."

The stagnation on Kongphop's face finally put away, and he even smiled evilly at him.

Seeing his smiling face, Arthit couldn't help yelling something bad.

Immediately afterwards, Kongphop suddenly leaned over to his ear, and the voice slowly came out of his mouth: "Brother Arthit."

Kongphop has already gone through the voice change period, and his deliberately suppressed voice is low and sexy, not like a boy who is only a sophomore in high school, and the warm breath he exhales in every syllable is sprayed on Arthit's ear accurately.

Arthit had never been so close to someone before, the redness on his face spread to the base of his ears, and he pushed Kongphop far away.

As soon as Kongphop stood still, he smiled at him triumphantly, put on a serious look, and raised his eyebrows at Arthit: "It seems that you don't seem to be very comfortable with this title. I also think that it is okay between friends." If you ignore age, just treat us as the same age."

Arthit's friends who have been with him since he was a child have all treated him well. He has never seen such a shameless battle. When he blushed, he didn't think of any rebuttal for a while. He could only stare at Kongphop angrily. Back to my own voice: "Didn't your teacher and parents teach you to respect your elder brother?"

Kongphop looked at him with a smile, his eyes flickering: "I'm not very obedient, I don't remember a lot of what they taught me, but I remember one thing very clearly."

He moved closer to Arthit and looked into Arthit's eyes seriously: "They taught me to follow my own heart in everything."

It's obviously a sentence that can even be called chicken soup for the soul, but coupled with Kongphop's tone and eyes, this level of ambiguity can almost constitute sexual harassment.

However, this guy was always pointing to the end. As soon as he realized that he had crossed the line, he immediately replaced himself with that well-behaved and serious appearance, making people blame him for no reason.

Arthit didn't expect that the person he had been thinking about for several days and couldn't let go of him had such a brazen appearance. Could it be that he took off his glasses, and this guy stripped off his gentle and elegant appearance?

No, with his temperament, even if he wears glasses, he can only be a beast in clothes.

Arthit didn't realize that the complaints in his heart had reached the point of childishness.

Before they met, the two wandered around as a family for an hour or two, and now they were already hungry, so they found a restaurant to sit down in a short time.

People who I thought I would never meet again suddenly sat face to face to eat together. This situation is really strange.

Arthit couldn't take advantage of every time he spoke, and didn't want to lose face in front of the other party, so he simply fell silent.

And Kongphop's determined and confident demeanor was just pretending, and the tension in his heart was no less than that of Arthit. Facing his silence, he could only try to throw out some irrelevant topics.

"Is the study atmosphere in the third year of high school much more tense?"

Arthit glanced at him lightly, and smiled slightly: "Being a sophomore in high school is nervous."

Why does this tone sound like an emphasis on the words "Second Year in High School"?

Kongphop's face was full of black lines, but he still refused to give up: "Has Arthit thought about which university to go to?"

Arthit looked at him again: "Didn't you say that? For people older than you, use honorific titles."

Kongphop: "..."

Arthit regained another round, feeling better at last.

And because of his lack of cooperation, it was really not an easy matter for Kongphop to open up the topic, and he didn't ask any useful information when all the dishes were served.

Kongphop couldn't help but feel a little discouraged, so he could only imitate Arthit and eat like crazy.

Unexpectedly, Arthit discovered a new world from his movements.

"Don't you eat spicy food?" Arthit raised his head and asked him.

This was the first time Arthit had asked him a question at this dinner table.

But it made Kongphop's back feel a bit chilled.

He looked at Arthit and nodded cautiously.

Sure enough, Arthit smiled at him right away: "Sure enough, he's an underage kid who doesn't even dare to eat spicy food."

Kongphop: "...except for the dividing point between adults and minors, in fact, we are basically the same age."

Arthit put a piece of fried cauliflower into his mouth, and bent the corner of his mouth at him: "No, in terms of taste, we are definitely the difference between adults and children."

Kongphop looked at his red lips that were also hot, and completely ignored the sarcasm. He couldn't help swallowing, and his Adam's apple visibly slid up and down.

The hungry|thirsty look in his eyes is not like that of a child who "does not eat spicy food".

As expected, Arthit blushed from his naked|naked gaze, stopped his chopsticks and gave him a hard look: "What are you looking at? You want to eat too, right?"

Kongphop quickly retracted his gaze, cleared his throat, "Well... it looks like your food is really delicious."

Arthit smiled at him maliciously: "Delicious, isn't it?"

He reached out and took the small plate in front of Kongphop, picked up all the dishes with peppers on the table for him, saved a full plate, and put it back in front of him.

"This, this, and this, I'm going to eat them all, you don't move a single bite, as for the ones I pinched for you..." Arthit frowned at him again, "Eat them all, don't leave a single bite, I promise , they taste as good as the bite of cauliflower I just ate."

The few dishes that Arthit forbade him to eat were of course the light taste that Kongphop specially ordered just now.

"Arthit..." Kongphop looked at him beggingly.

Arthit raised his chin and glanced at him lightly: "Don't you think it's delicious? This time I'll let you eat enough."

This is probably the so-called lifting a rock and shooting yourself in the foot.

The taste of Kongphop has always been very light, and this time it was a veritable challenge for himself. After eating a meal, his mouth was pumping and pouring cold drinks without stopping for a moment. It's a pain in the ass.

And for the sake of his remaining face, after finishing the big iced drink in his hand, he was really embarrassed to order more, so he could only hold on stiffly.

When he was separated from Arthit, he immediately bought another iced coffee to drink.

When the bitterness of the coffee finally dispelled some of the spiciness in his mouth, Kongphop suddenly realized that he had completely forgotten the mobile phone number and line account that he had planned to use, let alone sending Arthit back. Opportunity for a home right at your door.

Sure enough, one mistake will cause eternal hatred!

If he had known this, he must have tightly covered his eyes when Arthit ate that mouthful of cauliflower.

Here Kongphop is very annoyed, and Arthit, who came home alone, is lying on the desk, fiddled with the Ultraman model on the side, and said to Dan on the phone screen: "It's me, I'm a friend..."

"You have friends I don't know?" Dan frowned.

Arthit was already nervous, but when she interrupted her, he became even more anxious: "Oh, this is not important. Anyway, my friend...he had a meal with someone, but the other party didn't intend to exchange contact information for him. , does it mean that the other party has no intention of being friends with him at all?"

"When did you have a meal with someone?! Alone?" Dan couldn't hide his excitement through the screen.

Arthit blushed: "I told you it wasn't me!"

This kind of "my friend is me" drama is so low-level that people can't see it.

However, under his strong denial, Dan can only believe it as himself for the time being: "Well, it's not you, then you...your friend, when eating with the other party, didn't do anything that would affect the image too much?"

Arthit thought for a while: "Forcing him to eat something he doesn't like counts?"

"for example?"

"……chili."

Dan was stunned for a long time before he gave him a thumbs up through the screen: "Forcing a girl to eat chili, this kind of thing is probably only possible for a straight steel man like you. If I don't eat spicy food, Whoever forced me, I guess I just stuffed all the chili peppers in his mouth."

After finishing speaking, Dan sighed heavily at him: "My friend, you are really not suitable for dating. Girls will not be happy with you. Stay single and benefit mankind."

Arthit was immediately annoyed: "I told you it wasn't me!"

But Dan still had that helpless look of hating iron for nothing.

Arthit angrily cut off the call, still struggling, that guy is not a girl.

wrong!He didn't want to fall in love with him!

Not right either!

In short... His performance was really terrible, which made the other party have no intention of making friends.

Arthit sighed, took the Ultraman in his hand, stretched out his fingers and nodded heavily: "If you don't contact me, don't contact me...it's no big deal."

Anyway, he didn't want to do anything with him.

Arthit hypnotized himself hundreds of times, almost nailing this idea in his mind.

The next day, Dan was still gossiping: "You haven't told me, who is the girl who had dinner with yesterday? Is it from our school? I haven't seen anyone you have contact with!"

Arthit: "...I told you he's my friend!"

"Which friend is that? I know all your friends anyway."

Arthit: "...it's time for class, can you sit back in your seat?"

In Dan's eyes, Arthit's heart can definitely be called a heap of ice. At this age when everyone is beginning to fall in love one after another, he seems to have no intention of this aspect at all, as if the heartbeat skill bar has not been activated.

Now that she finally had such a small sign, her curiosity was so agitated, how could she just let him go and pester him almost all day long.

In front of such teammates, it was extremely difficult for Arthit to forget the failed meeting yesterday.

Until the afternoon when school was over, Dan didn't give up. He packed his backpack early, and as soon as he saw him going out, he rushed out and followed him.

"Just tell me, I'll be the first to tell you every time I talk about a boyfriend!"

Arthit glanced at her helplessly: "I told you, there is no such person!"

Dan turned his head angrily: "I won't tell you again if I change my boyfriend!"

Arthit's footsteps stopped abruptly.

Dan's face brightened: "Are you scared? Say it quickly..."

Halfway through her words, she stopped abruptly.

Because Arthit's gaze wasn't on her at all.

Dan frowned suspiciously and followed his gaze.

I saw a handsome boy standing at the gate of the school. The school uniform he was wearing was completely different from that of their school, which made him look out of place with the students who were filing out of the school gate.

And he was holding two cups of drinks in his hand, one was iced coffee with a deep color, and the other was much more pink. It was the pink frozen milk that many girls liked to buy for selfies.

Looking at his posture, he should be waiting for his girlfriend, right? Why does Arthit want to see him?

"Arthit, do you know him?" Dan asked strangely.

"I don't know!" Arthit replied decisively, lowering his head and pulling her, trying to go out with the flow of people.

But how could his outstanding appearance hide his success.

The boy smiled at him immediately: "Arthit, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Dan: "???"

Arthit: "..."

The one waiting at the gate of the school is of course Kongphop.

At this time, he had already handed him the cup of pink frozen milk in his hand: "Here, I bought it for you."