I am him [Comprehensive]

Arthit was not the leader, but most of the chattering noises in kongphop's ears were related to him.

"Oh, it's Senior Arthit!" A female nympho voice said.

"Senior Arthit is so handsome!" At least he kept a little calm, "But what are the seniors here for now?"

The other one was also awakened by her words: "I don't know, it's so serious, it can't be that we did something wrong, and we should be punished?"

Several seniors had already walked to the podium, standing in a row with their hands behind their backs, their stern gazes swept around, and the small discussions suddenly disappeared.

Arthit's eyes are also stern, but I don't know if it's a coincidence, his eyes seem to have passed kongphop deliberately, and then landed elsewhere in a hurry.

"We are here now because we have something to inform everyone." Under the watchful eyes of all the juniors, Arthit finally opened his mouth slowly, "On the first day of training, the sophomore seniors sent you a I got a name tag, but I saw that many students threw it aside after the training was over. I don’t care about you in class, but as long as you come to the training, you must bring your name tag! From today on, don’t let me see other things. "

Probably because he wanted these words to sound more intimidating, after Arthit finished speaking, he looked around the classroom imposingly for a week.

It's just that when his gaze met kongphop, his body seemed to involuntarily stiffen slightly, and then he straightened his back and walked out with his head held high.

This time it was he who took the lead.

I don't know if it's Kongphop's illusion, although he looks aloof, but the actions just now made him feel a little dodge in it.

Kongphop couldn't tell what the feeling was surging in his heart.

But soon, the lively little girl Ma-plang in the front seat interrupted his thoughts.

"It's too bad, Senior Arthit is talking about me, right? Last time I threw it casually, he happened to see it!" As a little fan girl of Senior Arthit, Ma-plang's worries came from the bottom of his heart.

May looked at her helplessly: "Hey, you threw it away as you said, and he saw it, causing everyone to be scolded together."

Ma-plang sighed: "How can you pay attention to such a small matter, alas, you must remember to remind me in the future, every time you don't take it, put it back in the school bag respectfully, it's okay!"

Ordinarily, this is not a big deal, the students discussed it quietly for a while, and then it passed.

But everyone's attitude towards famous brands is indeed a lot more serious.

Because he was temporarily requisitioned by the teacher after class, he helped deliver homework. When kongphop came back, the classroom was already empty.

And his backpack is no longer there, it seems that it was taken away by M.

Kongphop's name tag was still in his backpack. At such a critical moment, he naturally didn't want to bump into the muzzle of the gun, so Kongphop turned around and walked quickly towards the locker of his class.

From a distance, he saw M's figure, and at this hour, he was still in front of the locker.

Just as kongphop was about to call him, M just hugged his backpack and sat on the side seat with a heavy heart.

The training time stipulated by the seniors is closely separated from their school time. If you don’t want to be late, everyone has to rush towards the training ground as soon as the class time is over.

But now there are not a few minutes left before the start of training, M doesn't know why he is still here in a daze.

Kongphop hesitated for a while, but did not call him after all.

It's not that he is narcissistic, M's unhappiness is probably related to him.

Although M has always been considerate of his various behaviors and has never shown any abnormalities in front of him, kongphop understands that no matter who he is, he will feel sad if he has been rejected by his lover intentionally or unintentionally.

M will only let his emotions show in places where he can't see.

Kongphop leaned against the wall guiltily, his brain ached again.

He is really not a qualified lover. Even though he knew that M would be sad, he still couldn't open his heart to accept him, and he didn't even know how to comfort him.

Waiting until the sound of M's footsteps gradually faded away, kongphop sighed deeply, and walked slowly to the locker.

It seems that today he has no choice but to be the bird who hit the muzzle of the gun.

At this time, even if he flew over, he would probably be late.

Opening the schoolbag in the locker, kongphop discovered that M's name tag was also put together with his.

He thought of M's distraught just now, and instantly understood.

Presumably M originally wanted to help him take it there, but he was absent-minded. He didn't expect that not only did he not take away, but instead he stuffed his own.

M is a very careful person, and such mistakes are really rare.

Kongphop shook his head helplessly, hung his nametag around his neck, stuffed M's one into his pocket, and ran towards the training ground.

When he arrived, the training had already started. Several seniors were standing on the stage, watching the first-year students squatting down and shouting slogans together.

Kongphop stopped outside the team panting and shouted a report.

Arthit raised his hand, and the sound of slogans suddenly stopped.

"What's the matter with you?" Arthit asked, frowning, looking a little impatient.

Kongphop really didn't like him looking at him with this kind of expression, but there was nothing he could do about it.

He pursed his lower lip and answered, "Report, the teacher asked me to help with homework, so I'm late."

The reason was justified, and Arthit didn't deliberately make things difficult, so he raised his chin at the team: "Go and stay at the end by yourself."

Kongphop clasped his palms together to salute, and obediently walked back.When passing by M, he hesitated to touch the name tag in his pocket, but he still didn't show it to him under the eyes of everyone.

The following training has been carried out in an orderly and tense manner.

Kongphop is obsessed with the famous brand, and his eyes often drift towards M involuntarily, but when he turned his head one time, he accidentally met Arthit's gaze.

Although Arthit quickly looked away expressionlessly, for some reason, kongphop couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

That kind of mood is like, in front of him, my eyes should not fall on others.

This feeling is really weird.

The first day of training was really long and hard for the students. Before the class ended, the seniors finally mercifully let the exhausted first-year students sit down on the floor.

After a brief lecture, seeing the dissolution, Senior Plame suddenly leaned into Arthit's ear and whispered something to him.

Arthit's eyes fell on M following his words.

Kongphop's heart tightened, and he followed his gaze.

M has obviously discovered his mistake, his eyes are flickering and he lowers his head, not daring to breathe.

M is thin-skinned, and when he was criticized in middle school, most of them were two people together, and kongphop naturally resisted all the big heads.

Now let him be trained alone in this large crowd, kongphop really feels a little sorry.

After all, it was also because of him that M absent-mindedly left the name tag in the cabinet.

Arthit walked to M's side slowly, looked at him condescendingly: "You, stand up."

M froze, but obediently stood up under everyone's silent gaze.

Seeing his innocent face, Arthit suddenly felt as if he had become an evil force oppressing the good.

In fact, he had already noticed that this kid didn't wear a name tag, and even suspected that he was doing it on purpose.

It's just that no matter whether he was intentional or really careless, Arthit didn't want to have any contact with him anymore, so he decided to turn a blind eye and pretend that he didn't see it at all.

Unexpectedly, Plame also noticed his situation.

Probably God damn me, Arthit thought.

Because several people have discussed it long ago, if someone really dares to break the rules, he must be caught and killed as an example. Now, he has no other choice at all.

M peeked at him, lowered his head and explained in a low voice: "I... forgot to bring it by accident, Senior Arthit, I'm sorry."

M's attitude was respectful and timid, even if he forgot what the senior had just emphasized, seeing this situation, few people would want to blame him.

Compared with him, Arthit's acting skills and scheming are far behind.

Seeing M's appearance like this, a sneer could not help but appear on the corner of his lips. In the eyes of others, even if he didn't deliberately make things difficult, he might be somewhat suspicious of it.

It's really a good move to the disadvantage.

Arthit has always been a straightforward person, so of course he didn't take this into account.

He put away the smile on the corner of his mouth, and looked at M expressionlessly: "Forgot? You thought the emphasis I gave you was a joke?"

Arthit glanced at the others again: "I just said that you must bring a name tag when you come to training, so that everyone can know each other, but some people still pretend that they didn't hear it."

He looked at M again, and asked in a cold voice, "Do you think everyone knows you, or do you think the senior's words can be ignored?"

M twisted her fingers in a panic, and defended in a low voice: "I'm not."

"Since it's not, why don't you take the name tag with you? Deliberately antagonize the senior?" Arthit's voice rose again, "Is it fun to show off in front of so many people? Should we all wait for you to go back to get it? You need to waste How much time do you have? Or is there no need to go back at all? Do you remember where it was thrown? Do you need everyone to help you find it?"

"Here I am." A voice sounded from the crowd.

Arthit's heart trembled, and naturally he recognized who the speaker was in an instant.

These two people really refused to let him stop at all.

Arthit clenched his hands behind his back before asking, "Who's talking?"

Kongphop, who was sitting at the back of the line, raised his hand, and stood up slowly under the gaze of everyone: "It's me."

Arthit clearly saw a bit of slyness and complacency in M's eyes.

But this kind of emotion is probably not noticed by anyone except him.

He couldn't be angry, and he couldn't let this man see a joke.

Arthit took a deep breath and turned away.

In order to show that the person who just stood up is no different from other first-year students in his eyes, he also specially added his student number before his name: "0062, kongphop, you said his name tag is with you?"

"Yes." Kongphop nodded.

Arthit sneered, and said to M: "Go and get the name tag."

M walked obediently to kongphop, took back the name tag, and handed it to Arthit.

"It seems that you two have a very good relationship, and you can even carry a name tag for him. I think in the future, the two of you can share one." Arthit looked directly into kongphop's eyes, and there was a bit of provocation in his eyes, " Since this is not needed, I will tear it up for you."