I am him [Comprehensive]

Even now, Kongphop is nervous about asking for this number, for fear that Arthit will refuse with a cold face as usual.

But who knew that Arthit didn't even turn his head this time, and kept walking without looking sideways.

It's just that Kongphop still saw sharply that his ears were all red.

"Then I'll take it myself..." Kongphop said, pushing the bicycle with one hand, freeing up the other hand, and gently inserted it into Arthit's trouser pocket.

Arthit's back stiffened obviously, but he didn't stop him from moving. Looking at his expression, it seemed that he didn't bother to pay attention to what he was going to do.

It's just that the traces of performance are a bit heavy.

But of course Kongphop will not expose his acting skills. As soon as he got the mobile phone, he immediately treated it like a treasure, stopped the bicycle, took Arthit's finger to unlock it, and immediately called himself.

After knowing each other for so long and finally got a phone number, you can imagine the excitement of Kongphop.

Conscientiously saved both numbers, Kongphop found Arthit's line account through his mobile phone number, and sent the refueling request to him as soon as possible.

Even if he really wants to add it manually, he also understands that other people's social software can't be browsed casually, so he can only ride his bicycle to catch up with the person who has gone a long way ahead, and hand the phone over in a fawning way: "Nuan Nuan , line... pass it."

Arthit has been acting "turning a blind eye" for so long, and he was already very embarrassed. How can he be obedient now? He took the phone and stuffed it back into his pocket with his chin raised: "It depends on my mood."

Kongphop watched helplessly as the mobile phone with the message indicator light still flashing went back into his pocket.

But he also understands that now is not a good time to urge.

Anyway, you can still contact me by phone. It is already a big improvement to be able to ask for the mobile phone number by taking advantage of being late today.

Thinking of this, he happily chased after him, patted the back seat of the bicycle: "Come on, I'll take you back, you don't have to wait for 728 today."

Arthit glanced at his back seat, and muttered to refuse: "No, you go by yourself, I'll go back by car alone."

"Why?" Kongphop refused to give up and chased after him.

Seeing the blush in Arthit's ear that hadn't subsided, he belatedly asked, "You're not shy, are you?"

Arthit stopped immediately, and came over with a sharp look: "Nonsense! What's there to be shy about?"

Kongphop patted on the back seat again: "Then you come up first, it's just a ride, I won't abduct you."

Arthit gave him a white look, and finally walked slowly behind him, supported his car seat, and slowly sat behind him with his legs spread apart.

Kongphop lowered his head, glanced at his hand on the seat, and hooked the corner of his mouth evilly, then kicked up the pedals suddenly, and the bicycle carrying the two people slid forward immediately.

Arthit was unprepared, and his body suddenly fell back due to inertia. He let out a low cry of horror, and subconsciously reached out and hugged Kongphop's waist tightly.

Kongphop had already expected this result, and couldn't help but let out a muffled low laugh, causing his chest to vibrate.

Only then did Arthit realize that he did it on purpose, and couldn't help but reach out and thump him on the back: "Hey! Kongphop!"

Kongphop barely held back his laughter, but the curvature of the corner of his mouth involuntarily widened a lot.

Fortunately, his back is now facing Arthit, as long as he keeps silent, the other party will not know his expression at the moment.

Holding the handlebar with one hand, he moved his other hand behind him to hold the hand that Arthit had punched on his back.

Arthit's anger seemed to be extinguished by a gust of rain, and behind Kongphop's invisible back, the expression on his face also became embarrassing.

He tried to pull his hand back, but Kongphop refused to let go, but he couldn't keep holding it openly, so he simply pulled his hand in front of him again and let him hug him tightly. own waist.

"Sit tight, I'm going to speed up."

After speaking, he really accelerated the movement of his feet again.

This time Arthit was already prepared, and of course he wouldn't be as embarrassed as last time.

It's just that he put his finger down and raised it, raised it and lowered it, and finally chose to clasp it firmly around Kongphop's waist.

It's just that the direction of Kongphop's bicycle ride doesn't seem to be his home.

Arthit poked his waist suspiciously, and asked, "Where are you going?"

Kongphop clapped his hands: "Don't you think I'm missing something today?"

"What's missing?" Before Arthit could react, Kongphop's car stopped suddenly again.

This time the consequence of inertia was that he threw himself onto Kongphop's back.

"Oh hey! Kongphop!" He blushed and cursed in a low voice, and when he looked up, he found that the car had already stopped in front of the milk tea stand that day.

Seeing the smiling face of the milk tea stand sister full of interest, he hastily let go of the hand holding Kongphop tightly and stood up from the back seat.

Kongphop said to the milk tea stand sister: "A glass of pink frozen milk, a glass of iced coffee."

Arthit frowned and looked at him, leaned closer and whispered: "If you drink like this, I'm going to get diabetes."

Kongphop blinked his eyes, and his gaze was so wide that he looked at a certain part of him.

Arthit froze and leaned on him with an elbow: "Kongphop!"

Kongphop let out a cry of pain, grabbed his hand, rubbed the place where he was hit, and looked at him aggrievedly: "It hurts so much."

The milk tea stand sister couldn't help but burst out laughing, and then cleared her throat in a concealed manner.

Arthit's face turned red immediately, wishing he could disappear in place immediately.

Sister Milk Tea handed over the finished pink frozen milk, and Kongphop quickly took it in his hand, carefully inserted the straw, and then passed it to the person next to him.

Arthit glared at him with a blushing face, and complained softly, "It's not like I can't do it myself."

The milk tea sister continued to make the remaining cup of iced coffee with a smile, and looked up at him: "It turns out that Brother Kong buys pink frozen milk all day to bring you to drink."

After listening to her question, Arthit felt even more embarrassed, and argued falteringly: "I told him not to buy it."

Little do they know that such an eager to deny appearance actually looks more problematic in the eyes of others.

After finally finishing the iced coffee, Arthit almost pushed Kongphop away.

This time, Kongphop probably was afraid of leaving him too early, so he rode slowly on the way back, and even stuffed his own iced coffee into his hand.

"Why give it to me?" Arthit asked suspiciously.

Kongphop plausibly said: "I have to hold the handlebar of the car with my hand, so I can't drink coffee, so I can only trouble Nuannuan to feed you."

Speaking so confidently, I don't know who is the person who just freed up his hand to pull others to hug him.

Although Arthit complained in his heart, he didn't refuse. He held his pink frozen milk in his left hand and drank it one by one, while the right hand holding the iced coffee was raised to the front from time to time, so that someone could occasionally lower their head Come take a breath.

And walking forward slowly like this, Arthit finally saw clearly that Kongphop's back was already soaked in sweat.

Thinking of how he rushed to the school gate out of breath even though he was riding a bicycle just now, Arthit's heart couldn't help jumping again.

No matter why Kongphop was pestering him like this all day long, anyway he...he seems to really like this guy.

No matter how slow the car rides, there is always time to get home.

It's just that today's separation between the two finally didn't make each other feel ashamed as before.

After all, today is the first day of getting the contact information, and the joy in the hearts of the two of them has already covered up other emotions.

It's just that someone wanted to be more reserved, and he just stared at the friend application lying in the line for a long time, but he didn't press the word "approve" for a long time.

Unexpectedly, at the moment when he finally couldn't help but press it, his mobile phone vibrated suddenly, and a number that was already in the address book flickered on the screen desperately, and the note of that number was actually saved. What is-"Dear"? ? ?

Even "dear" is followed by a smiley face made of punctuation marks.

It can be said that it is very shameless to note one's own behavior in other people's mobile phones.

Arthit blushed, connected the call and put it to his ear: "Hello?"

Kongphop's lost voice immediately came from inside: "Nuannuan, are you in a bad mood? Why haven't you passed my friend application yet?"

Arthit cleared his throat, and said boldly, "Oh, I... I've been doing my homework since I came back, so I forgot."

Kongphop's voice sank a bit: "I just knew..."

Obviously he said "forgot" himself, but now that Kongphop really believed it, Arthit was so annoyed that he didn't want to say a word anymore angrily.

"Please add it, I have something to send to you." Kongphop flatteringly said.

Arthit really didn't want to add it, seeing that he was talking about this point, so he pretended to be generous and agreed: "Well, for the sake of your sincere begging."

But even so, Kongphop became elated immediately.

"Then hurry up! I'll wait for you!" Perhaps because he was too excited, Kongphop cut off the call hastily after saying this.

Therefore, the first phone call between the two of them in this life ended with a bold person hanging up on their own initiative after just a few short sentences.

Arthit looked at the phone that had ended the call and automatically switched back to the friend application page, and for a moment had the urge to block the guy with the silly smile on his profile picture.

But... Thinking that he might be holding his mobile phone and waiting eagerly at this moment, Arthit decided to forgive him mercifully first, so he finally stretched out his finger and clicked on the word "accept".

And as soon as he added a friend, Kongphop's video invitation was sent over quickly.

Arthit paused, subconsciously jumped up from the bed, opened the full-length mirror in the closet, looked himself up and down, and then lay down on the bed again, pretending not to care, and switched on the video.

"What's the matter? Didn't you say you have something to send to me?"

Kongphop nodded sincerely: "Yes, I will send you myself."

Arthit: "..."

"However, didn't Nuannuan say that he was working hard on the question just now? Why are people lying on the bed?"

Arthit was stunned for a moment, his face flushed instantly: "I, can't I finish writing? There's so much nonsense!"