[First-year student] I am not him

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Miraculously, Kongphop didn't even call him when Arthit was out for so long that day.

Arthit originally still held the mentality that he would never go back as long as he didn't find him.

Unexpectedly, not only did the guy not show up at lunch time, but even at three or four o'clock in the afternoon, there was still no news.

He obviously has no class this afternoon.

Arthit couldn't help feeling a little bored.

That feeling was like... just trying to find an excuse for myself to continue, and when I turned around, I was poured cold water on my face.

Splashed to disappointment.

"Why hasn't my junior come to you for so long? Isn't it normal?" In the end, even Not noticed something was wrong, "Could something be wrong?"

Arthit, who was still full of complaints, couldn't help but get excited when he heard this possibility.

During this period of time, as long as there is no class, Kongphop always likes to stick by his side, even though his foot injury has been healed for a long time, he still continues to bluff under the banner of taking care of him.

There has never been a situation of disappearing for several hours in a row like today.

Not obviously just muttered that sentence casually, but Arthit completely listened to it.

For a while, I was restless.

So the decision that was originally made by poking and prodding no longer counted, and he drank the pink panna cotta that was on hand, and Arthit stood up in a hurry: "It seems that the clothes are still drying on the balcony. In this weather... I'd better go back." Take it away."

Not looked at him suspiciously: "Collect clothes? Isn't this kind of thing usually done by Kongphop?"

It seems that he has a thorough understanding of the division of labor between these two people.

"Oh... Anyway, I have to go back and have a look first." Arthit finished speaking, and without waiting for Not's reaction, he quickly left the coffee shop.

He hurried back to the apartment, but there was still no sign of Kongphop.

Half of the milk was still on the table when he left in the morning.

If Kongphop had come back, it would have been cleaned up already.

And he just realized that he has been used to this by Kongphop recently.

I don't even have the habit of picking up the leftovers after eating.

Arthit picked up the half glass of milk and poured it out by the sink. While brushing the transparent glass, he couldn't help thinking wildly.

Where did Kongphop go?

Even if there were some unexpected activities with classmates before, he would send a message to tell him.

Why is there no movement at all today?

Could it be that something really happened?

This possibility made his heart hang high all the time, and he couldn't be at peace for a moment.

Putting the cup away, he unconsciously took out his mobile phone and found Kongphop's number three or two times, but couldn't press it for a long time.

For so long, Kongphop and him have only had one-way contact, and Arthit never took the initiative to call him once.

The relationship between the two is on a very weird level.

One was chasing after him, and the other was not very serious about hiding.

But even if this evasion is not very serious, it still has to put on airs.

When they were together, he rarely even showed a smile, let alone any other active approach.

But today, Arthit's worries seem to have finally gained the upper hand.

He took a long breath, and pressed the screen that went dark because of long hesitation, and was about to press the number when he heard the sound of a key turning on the door.

Arthit's heart trembled, and he hurriedly exited the dialing page and stuffed the phone back into his pocket. At the same time, Kongphop had already opened the door.

At his feet, there were two huge suitcases.

Arthit looked at him as if fleeing, and his mood changed from panic to stunned in an instant: "You... what are you doing?"

Kongphop smiled as a matter of course: "Hasn't senior Arthit already agreed? Let me move here."

Arthit looked at him in disbelief: "You're crazy! When did I promise!"

Although this guy is still here for three days and refuses to leave, it's still very different from moving here, okay?

Kongphop dragged all the suitcases in, and replied, "Last night...after the senior fell asleep."

Arthit: "???"

after falling asleep?

"I specifically woke you up to ask, you can say whatever you want." Kongphop also thoughtfully restored the scene for him.

Arthit closed his eyes.

Last night... Well, when he was fast asleep, he was indeed woken up by this kid once.

It's just that he was so sleepy at that time, how could he figure out what he was asking!

It's just sinister!

Arthit gritted his teeth and pointed at the door: "However you moved here, just move it back for me!"

It seems that recently he has really been too conniving with this kid's various slapstick methods, and that's why he is so aggressive.

Kongphop sat on one of the suitcases, flattened his mouth innocently: "But...my apartment has already been returned."

Arthit: "???"

"And because of the early withdrawal of the rent, the deposit was not returned, and a liquidated damages was paid." Looking at his aggrieved look, he seemed to feel that he had made a great sacrifice.

Arthit really wanted to slap him to death.

"If you drive me away now, then I can only live on the street." He was obviously a big man who was half a head taller than him, and he really spared no effort in acting coquettishly.

And the most damning thing was that, looking at Kongphop like this, he couldn't help feeling a little soft-hearted.

Especially after...after worrying about his safety just now.

But even for the sake of face, he couldn't compromise so easily.

"It's none of my business, I didn't ask you to quit the rent!"

Kongphop had already cleverly detected the softening in his tone.

His upper body leaned forward, still keeping a certain distance from Arthit, but it was close enough.

Under such approach, Arthit's eyes could not help flashing a little panic.

Kongphop's voice was also much lower, hypnotic, and it rang in his ears: "Senior Arthit, let me move it here, I have to run around every time I take things, I'm so tired."

Arthit was still dying: "I... I didn't let you come here."

"But I want to come over."

Arthit: "..."

"I just want to live with you all the time. You are the first thing I see when I open my eyes in the morning, and you are the last thing I see before I close my eyes at night." Kongphop's current love words are so easy to come by.

Arthit's heart trembled violently.

"It's me who has the cheek to move in, and it's none of Arthit's business."

Kongphop thoughtfully found a way out for him again.

"Anyway, no matter how hard you rush, I won't leave."

Arthit opened his lips again and again, and finally he could only utter one sentence: "How do you practice your face now?"

Invincible.

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They actually started living together (?) so inexplicably.

Arthit thought he must be crazy.

What's even crazier is that Kongphop lived here for more than half a year.

It's been so long that everyone has tacitly agreed that the two of them have reconciled.

Only Kongphop still explained to him intimately: "Actually, I'm still in the pursuit stage. Senior Arthit hasn't forgiven me yet."

He really appreciates his thoughtfulness.

It is undeniable that, in such a long time, he has already gotten used to the company of Kongphop.

However, after getting used to it, they have to face separation again.

It was another freshman year, and the campus was bustling again that hadn't been there for a long time.

In the empty playground, the loud slogans of the first-year students often sounded, and it was very lively.

Arthit senior also entered the last year of his college career.

The last year means endless busyness.

Graduation thesis, job application resume... everything seems to be preparing for leaving.

And the fastest way for people to experience the taste of parting in advance is the internship arranged by the school.

Arthit's internship location is far away from the school.

Moreover, the work tasks of interns have always been heavy, and it is too tiring to commute through more than half of the city every day.

Kongphop didn't want him to go back and forth like this.

However, now that he has also become a sophomore senior, it is the time when he is responsible for helping the junior coaches and seniors train the juniors, and it is also impossible to have a lot of time to live with senior Arthit every day.

The two are now facing the reality that they have to be separated temporarily.

Kongphop understands that this is helpless, but his mood has been depressed to the bottom.

Of course Arthit felt bad too.

However, as usual, he completely concealed his thoughts.

The houses near the internship site have been rented out, and Senior Arthit will move here this weekend.

Kongphop personally helped him clean the inside and outside of his new home, and carefully bought all the daily necessities in two copies.

Toothbrush, towel, bath towel, slippers...

Whatever Senior Arthit wanted to use, he neatly arranged them in a pair.

Arthit watched his actions, and said helplessly: "I just moved here, why do you buy so much? I can use what I have. If I don't have enough, I will buy it myself."

Kongphop looked at his masterpiece seriously, and said without hesitation: "Of course not, put two copies of everything, so that if your colleagues come over, they will naturally know that you are already an owner."

Arthit shook his fist at him: "What nonsense?"

Kongphop is now full of separation anxiety. Seeing his actions this time, he didn't change his tone temporarily. Instead, he added: "And I come to see you every weekend, and I can use it."

Arthit cleared his throat and muttered softly, "Who cares about your coming?"

"Senior Arthit." Kongphop looked at him quietly, "Aren't you reluctant?"

Arthit sneered: "There's nothing to be reluctant about. I'm too happy to get rid of your brown candy at last."

Kongphop was even more aggrieved: "Even if it's to comfort me, you can't say it so heartlessly."

Seeing him like this, Arthit's coldness really couldn't be put on.

He frowned helplessly: "Okay! I have an appointment to have dinner with Not and the others later, so hurry back!"

Perhaps because of the thought that we will have less and less time together, on the way back, Kongphop held his hand stubbornly, and refused to let go even though it attracted countless glances along the way.

As for the dinner party of the senior group in the evening, of course, he also had the cheek to follow all the way.

The internship locations of the few of them are also different, and the only one with Arthit is Senior Plame.

Kongphop toasted him several times, and every time he drank a glass, he couldn't help telling him carefully: "If there is anything wrong with Senior Arthit, please, Senior Plame, please call me."

"If anyone is interested in him, you must emphasize to him that Senior Arthit already has a boyfriend."

Plame joked helplessly: "Didn't you say that you are still in the pursuit stage?"

Kongphop then gulped down another large cup sullenly.

Arthit looked at him with black lines all over his face, and felt that his face was almost thrown into outer space by him.

But...but unexpectedly felt a little sweet in my heart.

Presumably he was drunk too.

Arthit didn't drink much before, but this time he drank more restraint.

But after all, under the pressure of the upcoming internship, he was still unavoidably drunk by the end of the show.

On the other hand, the person who had been drinking heavily just now was actually much more sober than him.

Even in terms of alcohol capacity, it is really more annoying than others.

Kongphop took him back to the apartment with his arms and arms, and Arthit collapsed limply on the bed immediately.

This time, Kongphop didn't go directly to the bathroom to get a hot towel to wipe his face as usual, but slowly lay beside Arthit, stretched out his fingers, and carefully traced his eyebrows and eyes.

Senior Arthit did this to him during their first night.

Kongphop still remembers the touch on his fingertips until now.

The lights in the room were dim, rendering the atmosphere somewhat ambiguous.

Senior Arthit's face was also blush from the smell of alcohol, looking extremely attractive.

Kongphop's long fingers brushed across his eyebrows, the bridge of his nose, and finally landed gently on his moist lips.

"Senior Arthit?" he called softly.

"Huh?" Arthit responded.

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"Senior Arthit... I'm a little scared." Kongphop pressed his forehead.

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Kongphop continued: "You are about to go to work, and you will meet many excellent people, but I am just a student who has not left school."

"I know I should wait for you to accept mine slowly...but suddenly I'm a little scared."

"Senior Arthit, please, give me some confidence, okay?"

In the past half a year or so, the two young men who are full of vigor have lived together, and it is said that there has not been a little bit of gunfire, and it is unlikely.

But that's not the case much.

And every time, at most, it was just to help each other. Under Arthit's strong resistance, the two never made it to the last step.

Hearing his request, Arthit blushed so much that he was about to bleed.

He turned his head aside and protested in a low voice, "If you keep talking nonsense...get out."

Kongphop rubbed his chin: "Senior..."

"We... are not that kind of relationship." Arthit still insisted.

"I know, Senior Arthit hasn't agreed yet, I'm forcing you on these."

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Kongphop still lied on his body like cheating, begging in a low voice: "Senior, when will you promise me...we are already like this."

Arthit's ears turned red again: "Obviously...you forced me."

When he said this, he really felt guilty.

"Then can I force you again in the future?" Kongphop grabbed his chin, forcing him to look directly into his shining eyes.

Arthit gave him a hard look, but the anger was not deterrent.

"Okay, I understand, Senior Arthit hasn't forgiven me yet." Kongphop kissed him lightly on the lips again, "I'm the one who is too hateful to tie up Senior Arthit, like that..."

His voice was getting lower and lower, sounding very evil.

"Kongphop!" Arthit scolded in a low voice.

Kongphop turned over and lay down beside him with a smile, holding him tenderly in his arms: "As long as I can be by my senior's side, even if you don't forgive me for the rest of my life, it doesn't matter. As long as I can stay by your side."

Kongphop probably really drank too much tonight, until now, his speech is still a little slurred.

However, the love words spoken under such circumstances are often more likely to make people ignore the nasty elements and make people's hearts flutter.

Arthit nestled lazily in his arms, but there was a smile unconsciously on his lips.

Yeah, he wasn't ready to fully forgive him yet.

Maybe it won't be for a long time to come.

But what does it matter, as long as they can stay together.

☆、Chapter 27

Today is the first day for Kongphop to become a teacher and senior.

The night before, he nervously called Arthit half the time, and every word he said had the intention of asking Arthit to come over to express his condolences.

Arthit refused of course.

But the next day, he couldn't help finding an excuse to get the materials, and asked for leave to go back to school before it was time to get off work.

Arthit has just graduated, and he is so familiar with every plant and tree in this school.

Only when he comes to this familiar place can he feel a little relaxation from the tension when he first entered the workplace.

After taking the materials from the Academic Affairs Office, he hurried to the training ground of the Engineering College.

A little distance from the training ground, he heard Kongphop's voice floating out of the window.

Different from him when we met back then, Kongphop's voice was a little less hostile and a little more calm, which didn't affect his majesty.

Arthit moved closer, peeping through the crack in the door.

Kongphop specially put on his junior uniform last night for him to watch in his video, but now without the shackles of the camera, he looks even more handsome standing on the rostrum.

Arthit seldom saw Kongphop with a cold face, but seeing him now, he realized that the original serious Kongphop looked so mature and charming.

Thinking of him being stared at by so many people like this, Arthit couldn't help being a little jealous despite being proud.

Aware of his thoughts, Arthit couldn't help shaking his head with a smile, and obediently sat on the bench beside him and waited.

The first day of freshmen's enrollment is mainly to let them get to know the trainers, and of course it won't last too long.

Not long after, the first-year students pushed open the door and rushed out in a file.

Of course, there were endless complaints from the crowd, but most of them were praises for the good looks of the seniors.

Arthit laughed a little.

And when he stood up, he found that Kongphop had already rushed out.

Seeing him, Kongphop showed a full smile: "I knew that Senior Arthit would definitely come."

Arthit put away his smile and raised the things in his hand: "I'm just here to get the materials."

Kongphop's eyes were still shining: "Then it would be nice if you could stop by and see me."

"The juniors and juniors haven't finished their walk yet, they're smiling so shamelessly!" Arthit gave him a white look, turned around and left.

Kongphop also hurriedly followed.

"Since Senior Arthit is here, he will accompany me for one night before leaving, right?"

"No, I have an early shift tomorrow."

"Then I'll get up and see you off tomorrow morning."

"……talk later."

"Otherwise, I'll take you back after dinner. Anyway, I don't have class tomorrow morning, so I'll come back by myself."

"..."

"Then what does Senior Arthit want to eat? I'm too busy today, I didn't buy groceries, so I can only eat outside."

"..."

"Actually, if you're not here, I don't even bother to cook."

"..."

When we first met, why didn't he feel that Kongphop was so talkative?

It's even better than Dan.

After dinner, Kongphop squeezed into the taxi that took him home, completely ignoring his resistance.

Of course, his resistance... was not sincere.

In the dimly lit backseat, Kongphop held his hand quietly, with a smile on his face all the time.

"Now we can't see each other every day. It's so easy to stay together for a while. Of course, we have to stay close all the time." Every time Arthit protests, Kongphop speaks convincingly.

As time goes by, Arthit can only let him go.

"Hey... the driver, please stop." Not long after the car drove out, Kongphop suddenly said, "We can just get off here."

Arthit looked around: "It's not here yet, why do you have to get off?"

Kongphop pulled him down involuntarily.

"Anyway, it's still early, come down and blow the night breeze."

The place where they stopped was the Rama VIII Bridge.

There are many memories between them about this place.

But those memories seem to be all sad.

Kongphop took him by the hand and walked step by step to the place where the first kiss was.

What Arthit remembered was not just that impressive kiss.

And that rainy day when he came alone to bid farewell to the past.

Perhaps it was because Kongphop was holding his hand, now that time has passed, he was able to calmly face the grief that was almost overwhelming at that time.

People who have achieved happiness are always particularly easy to forgive everything that has brought them harm.

It cannot be denied that Arthit is happy at this moment.

Maybe Kongphop brought him here specially to refresh all the bitter memories with him.

Arthit smiled, turned around and wanted to move on, but was stopped by Kongphop: "Wait a minute, Senior Arthit."

Arthit turned around.

"Do you remember what happened on this bridge two years ago?"

Judging by the way he smiled, Arthit certainly understood what he was asking.

This kid is really enough, it is obviously such a difficult memory, but what he remembers is only the most beautiful part.

Simply shameless!

"I don't remember!" Arthit gave him an angry look, turned around and walked forward quickly.

Kongphop hurried to catch up and grabbed his arm: "Then let me help you recall!"

Arthit pushed him away: "Stay away from me!"

"Just promise me..." Kongphop has repeated this sentence countless times.

Arthit turned his head stubbornly, not even looking at him, but the smile on the corner of his mouth still revealed his mood at the moment.

Not once said that the reason he was afraid was because of his lack of security.

It's just that the illusory feeling of security is regained.

Is it in the quilt that Kongphop wraps him tightly every time he is half asleep, or in the palm of Kongphop holding him every time he crosses the road?Or... was it that time, he finally worked up the courage, in the answer that Kongphop asked when he was drunk?

"Kongphop, who is the person you love?"

On that day, Kongphop was almost unconscious by his gang of cronies.

Kongphop sat on the ground with a smirk and looked up at him.

"The person I love...of course is my senior Arthit." Kongphop even mentioned him with a smile full of happiness, "I love him the most, I will always love him, who Don't even think about... taking my Arthit..."

Arthit thought, a person who is so drunk must not even tell lies.

"Arthit... When will you promise me..." Kongphop leaned on his shoulder again and muttered aggrievedly.

Arthit put away the smile on his face, and replied sullenly, "In the next life."

Kongphop happily found the explanation he wanted from it: "So Arthit senior also wants to be with me in the next life?"

"...Can you be thicker-skinned?"

"I don't care, anyway, I have already made an appointment for Senior Arthit's next life."

"...Go away!"

Perhaps, I still lack the courage to fully accept you.

But I am also working hard towards that happy direction.

After all, in this world, every story should have a happy ending.

Senior Kongphop and Arthit have lived a happy life without shame and shame, while others will continue to move forward step by step.

No one can live in the past.

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☆, the warm perspective outside the episode