I am him [Comprehensive]

Arthit has always been a famous figure in Z High School, almost everyone knows everyone, and the students around him all looked sideways when they heard Kongphop's words, not to mention Dan's mouth that was almost open enough to stuff an egg.

Arthit felt that he had never been so ashamed in his life, and glared at Kongphop with a blushing face. He quickly took the glass of pink frozen milk that was handed to him, and stuffed it into Dan's hand.

Kongphop's eyes moved to Dan following his movements, and the smile on his face suddenly restrained: "This is..."

Dan was still in a daze and didn't recover. Seeing him turning his attention to himself, he said in a daze, "Hi, my name is Dan, and I'm a good friend of his who grew up together. Then you..."

Before Dan could say anything, he suddenly understood, and looked at Arthit with a dazed expression: "He, you..."

Kongphop looked at her incoherent expression curiously, but Arthit looked nervous.

Dan knew Arthit very well, so of course he saw his embarrassment right away.

Although the two of them can talk about anything in private, if she really exposes him in front of this boy, Arthit may be so embarrassed that he commits suicide.

Dan forcefully swallowed back the words he didn't say, smiled stiffly at Kongphop, and then said to Arthit: "Since a friend is looking for you, I'll leave first."

After finishing speaking, she shoved the cup of pink frozen milk back into Arthit's hand very sensibly: "Here, someone bought it for you, drink it yourself."

Before Dan left, he waved to Kongphop with a smile on his face, and then ran away.

In her series of actions, Kongphop finally became less vigilant, and smiled at Arthit: "Your friend is very cute."

There were still people coming and going at the school gate, Arthit was holding the cup of pink frozen milk in his hand, his whole body was stiff, so he just grabbed him and hurried for a long way, waiting until the two of them were not so noticeable, Only finally let him go.

"You, why are you here?" Arthit asked as soon as he let go.

Kongphop glanced at the pink frozen milk in his hand: "I just saw a milk tea stand by the side of the road, and thought you like it, so I brought a cup along."

This excuse is really too far-fetched for people to look directly at.

"I said it was just an accident last time, who likes to drink this?" For a high school boy, this incident definitely concerns his dignity as a man.

Kongphop nodded understandingly: "Okay, if you don't like it, you don't like it, but I've already bought it, so you can save me and drink it."

Judging by his perfunctory tone, he also knew that he still didn't believe what Arthit said.

Arthit was so angry that he was about to continue arguing when he heard the phone vibrate.

He took it out, and when he saw the content on it, his face suddenly turned red.

"It turns out that the person your friend had dinner with was a man."

Seeing his expression, Kongphop's eyes subconsciously swept over his phone.

Arthit didn't dare to let him see this, and hurriedly stuffed the phone back into his pocket, but the rebuttal he had planned had already been forgotten, so he could only insert the straw in a helpless way, and gulped several mouthfuls of frozen milk.

"Who's texting, Dan?" Kongphop asked.

Arthit responded with a low voice.

Seeing his shy expression, Kongphop's original warning against Dan was once again set up.

He quietly clenched the coffee in his hand, and asked seemingly unintentionally, "Are you and Dan... have a good relationship?"

Arthit heard that everything he said was related to Dan, so he couldn't help but feel a little jealous, and subconsciously blurted out: "Dan already has a boyfriend, you'd better not hit her up."

Unexpectedly, Kongphop was not disappointed at all as he expected, and his smile was much brighter instead.

Is this guy out of his mind? Arthit couldn't help complaining secretly in his heart.

"Then do you have time today? Let's have dinner together again!" Kongphop looked at him expectantly.

Arthit paused, but could only shake his head and refuse: "No, today I promised my mother to go back early."

Recently, in order to "encounter" someone again, he has missed dinner at home for several days in a row. When he went out today, his mother gave him an ultimatum. If he didn't go back to eat again, he would probably be nagged for a long time.

Kongphop wrinkled his nose in disappointment, but he could only compromise: "Well, let's go home together, anyway."

Arthit glanced at him: "Do you know where my home is? Just drop by."

Kongphop followed him with a smile: "Anyway, they are on the way so far, and we will separate when it is not on the way."

Arthit glanced at him, but after meeting his fiery eyes, he looked away in a panic, and muttered softly: "Whatever you want."

He originally wanted to ask why Kongphop came to him, but he couldn't ask.

Not far from the school is the bus station where Arthit needs to take the bus. It is the rush hour for get off work and school, and the bus station is full of people waiting.

Kongphop looked at the names of the stations on the stop sign and asked, "Arthit, which bus do you want to take?"

Arthit replied casually without looking back: "728."

Just after finishing speaking, a car drove up not far away.

All the people who were about to get in the car were ready to go, but Arthit's eyes swept over him unconsciously.

If we were going to separate now, should he...should he say goodbye?

Unexpectedly, Kongphop didn't mean to say goodbye at all, and just pushed him into the car with the crowd.

By the time Arthit reacted, he had already squeezed into the middle of the car, and he was already used to the crowding in the car, but this time he was protected by Kongphop in the corner, except for the stick standing on the ground in front of him. Apart from the armrest, there is only Kongphop alone.

"The people inside squeeze again, go in, go in!" The driver was still shouting in front.

And as everyone crowded, Kongphop seemed to hold him directly in his arms.

The two were about the same height, and in this posture, the tip of Kongphop's nose almost touched his side face, and the breaths of the two also intermingled ambiguously.

Arthit's face was swollen and red, but there was nowhere to hide in such a crowded carriage, he could only try his best to pretend to be calm and turned his head aside, after a few stops, the two finally followed the flow of people through the back door After getting down, Arthit noticed that Kongphop also had some suspicious blush on his face.

I don't know if it's because it's too stuffy in the crowded compartment.

But in this case, his blushing also had a legitimate reason.

"So your family lives here." Kongphop looked around.

Arthit frowned: "You don't live here? Then why are you coming down?"

Kongphop froze for a moment, covered his mouth in a concealed manner, and cleared his throat: "I...not far from here, I just followed down when I got dizzy from being squeezed."

Hearing his words, Arthit couldn't help recalling the situation when the two were huddled together just now, and his ears felt hot again, and he hurried forward with his head sullen.

Kongphop quickly followed up: "Anyway, the download is down, why don't I take you back by the way."

Arthit was even more embarrassed: "No need, I'm not a girl."

"Who said only girls can be sent home, are you sexist?" Kongphop completely ignored his refusal.

Obviously what he said was fallacious, but Arthit found that he had no words to refute at all, so he could only stare at him angrily, and said viciously: "Anyway, there is no need!"

Despite the obvious refusal, Kongphop still followed him in aggrieved manner, step by step.

It's just that he also understands that Arthit is now extremely ashamed and annoyed. Although he hesitated to speak several times along the way, he remained silent until the end.

All the way to the downstairs of his own house, Arthit realized that he had actually let the other party follow him to the door.

"Didn't I say that you don't need to send it?" He turned his head away and said dryly.

No matter what, there is no way to be justified if you say such things after you have already arrived at your destination.

Kongphop's eyes flickered with faint excitement: "You live here, don't you?"

Arthit tugged on the backpack strap: "I'm already here, you should go back quickly."

After finishing speaking, he, who was deeply in tension all the way, entered the building door without looking back, and quickly walked into the elevator. Only then did he realize that according to normal people's practices, all his friends had already arrived at the door, and it seemed that he should Invite the other person to come in and sit down.

Obviously several other friends would come here occasionally.

But he subconsciously rejected the meeting between his parents and Kongphop, and he didn't know what he was guilty of.

But no matter what, it's really not polite to throw people at the door like this.

I'm afraid that even if the other party really wants to be friends with him, he will be scared away by his strange temper.

Thinking of this, Arthit couldn't help but feel a little depressed. As soon as he entered the house, he went back to the room in a strange way, opened the window and looked downstairs.

The window of his room happened to be facing the small path downstairs, and he thought he could see the back of Kongphop leaving at this time, but who knew that the other party was still downstairs, and when he heard him open the window, he immediately looked over to him.

Arthit met his gaze unexpectedly, panicked, and he slammed the window that had just been opened, even the curtains were pulled tightly, turned around and leaned on the window sill, with a heart The plop plop almost came out of the throat.

But then he realized how stupid his actions were, so he could only curse in annoyance and pinch the space between his brows.

Kongphop hesitated to speak along the way, all wanting to ask for the phone number, and he was regretting it just now downstairs, but seeing his disgusted look, how dare he ask for it.

Not in front of Arthit's face, the calmness he had maintained all along disappeared, and the eyes that looked at the window were full of distress.

One of them nearly turned his hair gray in a hurry to ask for a number, while the other also tossed and turned almost insomnia until dawn.

I found the school gate, but I didn't even ask for contact information.

Surely you still can't stand him?

But... in front of that person, he really didn't know how to control his emotions freely.