[First-year student] I am not him

He responded vaguely, and wanted to get up from the bed, but was forced to stop by a sudden pain from somewhere, and moaned in pain.

Kong also stopped wiping his hair immediately, and hurried to him: "Senior Arthit, are you alright?"

Arthit felt that his face should be hot enough to fry an egg.

He pushed Kong's hand away, gritted his teeth and said, "I'm fine."

How could it be okay!

If it hadn't been for this wolf cub last night... Well, thinking that he was the one who took the initiative to tease him at the beginning, Arthit couldn't find a place to vent his anger no matter how much he felt.

Seeing his changing expression, Kong already understood what was wrong with his body, and a subtle embarrassment instantly pervaded the two of them.

Arthit managed to get off the bed pretending to be nonchalant, and slipped into the bathroom.

But just after he came in, he felt a little more regretful.

Last night... 0062 seemed to want to take him in for a bath, but——

Arthit looked at the bathtub filled with some colored memories, and the expression on his face was even more exciting.

He admitted that he was right to flirt at the beginning, but that wolf cub was too uncontrollable, right?He yelled so many times to stop...

stop!Can't think about it anymore!

Arthit slapped his face hard, looking angrily at himself in the mirror.

I want you to run and fill people with wine!

But who would have thought that he could drink so well.

In any case, as a senior, he actually had this kind of thing happen to his junior, it seems that his fault is bigger.

But looking at this matter, he must be the one who suffers!

Forgive that guy for not daring to speak out.

Hmm... just forget about it when you leave his house!

Facing the mirror for mental preparation, Arthit realized that his excuse for slipping into the bathroom was to take a shower.

But looking at this bathroom full of "good" memories, he really had the urge to run away.

He looked down, he was still wearing his junior's clothes, he couldn't just put them back on for him.

Arthit gritted his teeth and took off his clothes, the bruises on his body made him want to die of embarrassment again.

He can even recall how each mark was made...

Don't other people break up when they get drunk?

Why does he have such a good memory!

Arthit closed his eyes in frustration.

Never think about it again!When he gets out from his junior, he has to let himself... learn to lose his memory!

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The past is like the wind.

What should go, let it go.

Who hasn't had a bad past.

As long as a "forget" word, everything can return to the original point.

Well, the idea is perfect.

but--

I can't forget it at all!

Arthit thumped the pillow hard, but an indescribable image related to the pillow popped up in his mind.

When he hugged the pillow and begged for mercy, he seemed to be... on the verge of crying.

But that beast seemed more excited instead?

Oh my god my god I can't think about it anymore!

Arthit rushed into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and the icy cold water splashed on his face, and the heat on his already red cheeks finally subsided.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the bathtub again.

The layout of the nearby student apartments is really not bad, and he realized that his bathroom is the same as 0062's, even the bathtub...

Stop!

If he thinks about it any longer, he won't be able to stay in this house anymore!

At this moment, a funny mobile phone rang suddenly in the bedroom.

For him now, this ringtone is really like the sound of nature.

Arthit rushed out, without even looking at the name on it, he picked up the phone: "Hello!"

"Arthit, you've been absent for two days, and your body hasn't recovered yet?" Not's voice came from the other end of the phone.

Recently, due to some unspeakable reasons, except for the courses and trainings that had to be present, Arthit almost stayed in the apartment.

The words "Not" instantly reminded Arthit of the unspeakable reason, and the heat on his face that had just receded was on the rise again.

He hurriedly changed the subject: "What's the matter? Call me for something?"

"Barbecue buffet, the old place, are you coming?" Not's question was also very straightforward.

"Come, come, come! We'll be here right away!" Not to mention the delicious food, even if Not asked him if he wanted to eat the blade together, he probably would have set off right away without saying a word.

It was horrible being alone.

But what Arthit didn't expect was that sometimes it's safe to be alone at home.

For example, you won't meet people you don't want to meet.

Just like the one sitting across from him at the moment.

"There are too many people this weekend, and there are no seats left. I happened to meet a few juniors, so I decided to share a table." Bright winked at him as if showing off, "Barbecue is also a good time for physical work." Someone did it."

Seeing his smug look, he probably wants Arthit to praise him.

Arthit gave him a smirk, "You're so smart."

Smart enough to make him want to have a muay thai match with him.

After that day, apart from the necessary training, this was the first time he met Kong in private.

Even though he didn't look in Kong's direction, Arthit could feel his eyes following him.

Arthit suddenly felt that he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

"I'm going to get some meat." After Arthit finished speaking, he hurriedly got up and fled.

A group of young men were attracted by the barbecue, and no one noticed that something was wrong with him.

Arthit finally heaved a sigh of relief when he came to the blind spot of the people at their table.

If he had known that he would have to meet Kong when he came out, he would rather hide at home and eat instant noodles.

Arthit took another deep breath before picking up the plate and searching the food rack.

This barbecue restaurant has always been very popular among students because of its high quality and low price, and of course Arthit likes it too.

But today he was not thinking about it at all, and he couldn't even feel any delicious food, so he could only grab some randomly based on his experience.

But before he had caught much, he heard a familiar voice suddenly behind him: "Let me help you."

Arthit froze.

Is this kid so calm?

It's too late for him to hide now, yet he still came up to him?

But since the other party is so indifferent, it seems that he can't lose the demeanor of a teacher and a senior.

Arthit breathed a sigh of relief, handed him a plate pretending to be calm, and continued to put food in it.

However, the strong presence of the person beside him made his heart beat uncontrollably faster.

thumping—

thumping—

"You looked better with your bangs down that morning." Someone suddenly said.

The plate in Arthit's hand almost fell to the floor.

He put down the clip and looked at Kong through gritted teeth: "Did you do it on purpose?"

Kong also looked at him, his eyes flickering: "What's wrong? Don't want me to mention that day?"

Hearing what he said, Arthit's heart couldn't help constricting, and some indescribable memories showed signs of recovery.

He hurriedly suppressed it, and glared at Kong fiercely: "It was just an accident that day, if you dare to say it, I will definitely not spare you, understand?"

Unexpectedly, this time the stunned young man obediently responded, "Understood, Senior Arthit."

Seeing that his attitude was so correct, Arthit could only hold back his temper that was ready to explode.

This kid was probably born to beat him, and he didn't play according to the routine every time.

Arthit gave him a white look, and continued to fiddle with the food in front of him with his head down.

Kong also quietly watched his movements from the side.

"Then... how are you doing lately?" Kong's tone could be heard full of concern this time.

Of course Arthit knew what he was asking.

Such a question that he was ashamed to ask, yet he asked it so calmly.

But if he gets angry again, won't he appear to be taking it too seriously?

Arthit's mind was turning and turning, but on the surface, he could only respond calmly: "It's okay."

"That's good," Kong heaved a little sigh of relief, and then his shining eyes shifted to his direction, "But senior, remember not to drink in front of others in the future."

☆、Chapter 6

He finally said what he shouldn't have said.

Seeing Senior Arthit's face turn red instantly, a trace of regret or guilt rippled back and forth in Kong's chest, whether it was regret or guilt.

Originally, Kong had been consciously avoiding Senior Arthit, fearing that he would unconsciously regard him as Nuan Nuan.

But in that beautiful long night, he didn't miss him for a second.

Even in the most forgetful moment, he also understands that the person in front of him is different from Nuan Nuan.

But this kind of sobriety made Kong feel more guilty about Nuan Nuan.

There is no reason to get drunk and admit the wrong person, so there is really no excuse for the night of indulgence.

So, Kong was actually quietly relieved to see senior Arthit run away early that morning.

But he still can't escape the inferiority of human beings.

When he noticed Senior Arthit dodging him, Kong seemed to be unable to control the urge to get close to him.

The original eye contact never happened again, even if he deliberately made mistakes in training, Senior Arthit would often turn a blind eye.

Senior Arthit was probably planning to completely ignore him.

Kong knows that such a choice is the best.

But the moment he saw Senior Arthit appearing in the barbecue restaurant, he couldn't help but feel a little excited.

But obviously, even in the situation that he has to face, Senior Arthit is still ready to continue ignoring him.

Seeing him dodging deliberately, Kong felt a little stubborn in his heart, stubbornly trying to force Senior Arthit to remember that day.

But when those words that he had been thinking about all along were said, Kong couldn't help but regret it in his heart.

Humans are really strange animals.

When I can't see each other, I want to see each other like scratching my heart. I really face each other, but I don't know how to get along with each other.

He clearly knows that he is not Nuan Nuan, but why does he care so much when he sees Senior Arthit dodging?

Is it really empathy?

But why every time he looks at Senior Arthit, he can clearly feel the difference between him and Nuan Nuan?

However, regardless of whether he misidentified or not, Kong knew clearly that he should not allow himself to get close to Senior Arthit.

As Senior Arthit said, it is best for them to treat that day as an accident.

After the impulse passed, Kong seemed to wake up more and more awake.

In the following time, the two people sitting face to face both chose to remain silent.

It was obvious that senior Arthit hadn't had a good rest these days, not only was he mentally weak, but his complexion also looked very bad, obviously thin.

Perhaps it was because there was Kong at the dining table, and he didn't have any appetite at the moment, flipping through the things on the plate in front of him back and forth, but he didn't put it in his mouth.

"Arthit, are you happy? You can't even eat the meat!" Bright's mouth has always been unforgiving, and when he saw something wrong with him, he immediately started to attack.

Not patted him on the back: "Can you talk?"

Bright immediately laughed and said, "I'm just showing my concern for Arthit, concern! Then who, the one opposite, 0062, kongphop, right? Arthit will be in charge of you, feed him!"

"Hey, you're so filthy!" Senior Tuta has always been sensitive to this kind of information.

The people at the table suddenly burst into laughter.

It was originally just a joke, but the speaker didn't mean it, but the listener meant it. Arthit looked at Kong with a nervous face, and then quickly looked away.

Kong suppressed the throbbing in his heart, and nodded calmly to Bright: "Yes, senior."

The object of the joke was so serious, it was meaningless to continue joking, and a group of people quickly changed the subject.

However, Kong still remembered Senior Bright's instructions, carefully grilled the meat at hand, and put it on Arthit's plate piece by piece.

Arthit probably hasn't recovered from the embarrassment just now, so he didn't even look at him, and of course he didn't bother to refuse.

Of the two of them, one roasted seriously, and the other ate silently. After a meal, Kong had a pile of empty plates piled up in front of him.

Kong occasionally raised his eyes and saw Arthit's docile face buried in hard work, and a rare burst of indescribable peace rose in his heart.

That feeling is like... the anxiety and guilt these days have disappeared, and there are only the two of them sitting face to face in the world.

Never think about anything else.

It's just that this kind of stability doesn't last long.

After a group of people came out of the barbecue shop in a hurry, they dispersed. Because of the rare security, Kong, who was left alone, felt even more empty in his heart.

Distraught, he approached a milk tea shop and subconsciously ordered a cup of pink panna cotta.

Kong originally thought that when that sweet taste penetrated into his heart, he would probably be able to calm down gradually like before.

Unexpectedly, looking at the pink and tender color, he seemed even more flustered.

However, he didn't dare to think about the reason for this fluster... in the end.

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"Fang, did that fainted junior go back? Why didn't I see her?" Arthit walked in from the door while talking.

Fang, who was preparing her lunch, heard this, and hurriedly raised her head and said, "Well, she's back."

Arthit nodded, and couldn't help telling: "Fang, if they run under the scorching sun in the future, remember to buy more water for them to drink."

Probably no one would have thought that such a vicious instructor and senior during training would be so considerate of the juniors in private.

He probably never thought of letting his juniors see this side.

Arthit didn't feel that these words contradicted his own style at all, so he lifted the plastic bag in his hand to Fang and opened it, and continued: "And the medicine you asked me to buy, I didn't know you asked me to buy it. The type is still cool type, so I bought them all."

Fang took it with a smile: "Thank you, my junior is just waiting to use it."

As she said that, she also looked behind Arthit.

Arthit's body froze, and he turned around slowly.

Kong felt as if he had been waiting for this moment.

The eyes of the two finally met again.

Kong actually felt a little nervous.

When is the right time for him to smile?Or just say hello first?

However, as soon as this thought flashed through his mind, Arthit hastily stuffed the medicine bag into Senior Fang's hand, and left in a hurry without even giving him a chance to say hello.

One of M's legs is still limping, and half of his body is pressed against Kong's body. At this time, it is not strange to lie in his ear and whisper: "I said, you don't think that Senior Arthit is Nuannuan?" Is there anything strange? Why does he run away so fast when he sees you now?"

Kong pursed his lower lip, staring firmly at the back of Senior Arthit, feeling very sour in his heart.

"Is it obvious?" Kong's voice couldn't help being a little low.

"Obviously? You really did it?" M couldn't help but raise his voice, causing Senior Fang to look at them as well.

M hurriedly lowered his voice again: "You won't really drag him to do something strange, will you? Confession? Kiss? That time we drank together?"

Kong lowered his eyelids, hiding all the emotions in his eyes.

"Don't think about it, I'm asking, is it obvious that he is hiding from me?" Kong tried his best to sound normal, but there was still a bit of bitterness in it.

M tilted his head and thought for a while: "It's not too obvious... right, but in the situation just now, it shouldn't be possible that he saw me running... right? Could it be because of me?"

Kong didn't have the heart to joke with him, and he didn't even have the mood to stay in the place where senior Arthit stayed.

Kong let go of the hand supporting M, turned around and walked out in silence.

Unexpectedly, M staggered and almost fell to the ground. The sprained foot subconsciously stepped on the ground hard, causing him to scream in pain.

"kongphop!" M roared hoarsely.

But Kong's auditory system seemed to have been completely shut down, and he didn't respond to his cry at all.

"Are you okay?" Senior sister Fang hurried over to help him sit on the seat, "I'll help you with the medicine."

"Thank you, senior." M hurriedly saluted, but his gaze was still chasing Kong who was fading away.

Between Kong and Arthit senior... did something really happen?

Why does he feel that the way they get along is not normal?

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After the training, the campus was a bit lively, and groups of first-year students could be seen laughing and walking by everywhere.

Kong walked among them alone, looking even more lonely.

Senior Arthit had long since disappeared. In fact, Kong didn't expect to catch up with him when he came out, but he really couldn't catch up, and his heart inevitably felt a little empty.

Even if it's just one more look at the back, it's good.

It's just that people often fail to realize even a small wish.

Probably it is precisely because there are so many of these that it seems that most of the good things in life are hard-won.

In fact, it's no wonder that M can detect it.

Although senior Arthit looks carefree, his mind is extremely sensitive.

That day in the barbecue restaurant, although the two of them didn't exchange a word, Kong understood that Arthit's senior probably noticed his emotional change, and even felt his sudden alienation.

Senior Arthit, who is so proud of himself, might have pulled him into the blacklist as soon as he felt this alienation, and it was indeed within Kong's expectation that he would avoid him like this.

Kong thought he would breathe a sigh of relief, but every time he saw Arthit turning and running away, he still felt sad.

But now that the day of getting drunk is getting farther and farther away, Kong's rationality is gradually gaining the upper hand.

Gradually drifting away is the choice they should have.

Even if he understands that the person in front of him is not Nuan Nuan, so what?

I'm afraid no one will believe it.

If Senior Arthit knew about Nuan Nuan's existence, he would definitely feel hurt too.

After all, no one wants to be another person's substitute.

He still has warmth hidden in his heart, he is really not qualified to appear beside Senior Arthit.

Kong's thinking seems to be getting clearer and clearer, every thought is incredibly rational.

But for some unknown reason, his chest was getting more and more empty.

How long can he persist with this kind of reason?

As if to force himself, after training the next day, Kong waited early on the way for the seniors to leave after the regular meeting.

Sure enough, as he expected, Senior Arthit did not stop after seeing him sitting on the steps, and continued walking with his classmates without squinting.

Kong stood up and called to stop him: "Wait a minute, Senior Arthit."

Having called out the name so clearly, Arthit had to stop.

I don't know if it was because he was afraid that Kong would say something he shouldn't say, but before he stayed, he waved at Not and the others: "You guys go first, I'll be right there."

After confirming that several people had gone far away, he finally turned his head and said with a cold face: "Is there anything you can do for me?"

Kong bent his lips and smiled at him: "I think you like me."

Arthit obviously didn't expect him to say such a powerful sentence, and stared at him for a while, before asking, "Huh? What did you just say?"

"You've been avoiding me for the past few days, right? It's so obvious, anyone can tell it," Kong knew that there was probably a bit of casual teasing in his expression, "If this continues, I'm afraid everyone Everyone will think that you like me."

These words are not exaggerated, and the few people who are familiar with him can see that there is something wrong between Senior Arthit and him.

There are only a few reasons that people can think of for avoiding with all their heart and soul.

Senior Arthit is obviously a novice when it comes to feelings, and he can't even understand such a simple truth.

But now, the newcomer looked even more nervous. His eyes flickered for a while before he anxiously denied: "No, hey!"

No matter how you listen to this eager tone, it seems a bit bluffing.

Kong secretly squeezed his palms, but the expression on his face didn't change: "I understand the meaning of the senior, and I won't pester you because of what happened that day. I hope the senior can also do it so that no one will find out."

It was probably the first time for Senior Arthit to be mentioned face to face, and his face was filled with embarrassment.

He turned his head and said to M and Ork who were standing not far away: "What are you looking at! You can go back if you have nothing to do!"

The few people lying on the gun were confused and stared in their direction blankly.

"Don't worry, you won't be found out!" Senior Arthit left this sentence, and left angrily.

Kong stared at his back closely, the contempt in his original expression seemed to have been put away the moment he turned around.

"Kong, what's going on, did you quarrel with the senior?" Seeing the senior walk away, Tiw asked while walking towards him.

Kong shook his head without saying a word.

"Kong, your hand..." M pointed at his fist hesitantly.

The gazes of several people all focused on his hand in unison.

Because he clenched it too tightly, his obvious joints were already a little white, and the veins on the back of his hands were protruding, which set off his calm expression and made people feel even more terrifying.

Kong hurriedly let go of his hands and smiled at them: "I'm fine, let's go, let's go eat."

How could this be okay.

But several people chose to believe him empathetically.

Kong walked among several people, looked down at the bloody palm he pinched, and felt a dull pain in his heart.

Such a proud senior Arthit, after hearing what he said, I am afraid that he will never be given a chance to get close again.

That way he won't have another chance to hurt him.

Pretty good, isn't it?

☆、Chapter 7

"I understand the meaning of the senior, and I won't pester you because of what happened that day. I hope the senior can also avoid being discovered."

Since returning to the empty apartment, those few slightly joking words echoed in Arthit's ears again and again.

Arthit gritted his teeth and looked at the dark night outside the window, thinking bitterly, this is of course the best, and he was afraid that the kid would pester him. Hearing what he said, it was too late for him to be happy.

Just thinking so furiously for a while, he still couldn't help feeling a little discouraged.

It is probably okay to deceive others with these words, but how can you deceive yourself.

Even if he was very reluctant, he had to admit that he was mercilessly rejected by that wolf cub.

Arthit has always been a face-saving person since he was a child.

The more I like what I know I can't get, the more I don't want to show it.

After all, I can't get it, so why make myself so embarrassed, it's just adding jokes to others, and it's not good for myself.

He knew that this way of maintaining self-esteem was too naive, but he couldn't change it.

Kong is to him... what kind of existence is it?

Arthit should be regarded as a relatively dull person emotionally.

Because of his handsome appearance, coupled with this kind of aloof personality that makes girls love and hate, he has lost count of how many times he has received favors from others since middle school.

It's just that no one has ever made his heart beat faster.

Only... one person.

The moment he saw him, Arthit suddenly understood what it was like to be heartbroken.

But what can this occasional heartbeat represent?

If you really want to forget, you can forget.

He was really not prepared to develop anything with Kong, but he didn't expect that his self-control would be so bad after he was drunk.

So... deep down in his heart, he probably has expectations.

It is already embarrassing to be wiped out for no reason, how could he take the initiative to show kindness to Kong again.

Turning a blind eye is probably the only way he can think of to make himself look decent.

Especially after vaguely feeling the alienation in Kong's attitude.

However, he still secretly hoped that Kong's estrangement was only due to his illusion, and hoped that Kong would take the initiative to reach out and walk with him for a while.

This hidden expectation Arthit originally refused to admit to himself.

It's just that in this quiet moment of the night, he still churns out with the bitterness in his heart.

Arthit took a few deep breaths and buried his face in the blanket.

But even if that expectation doesn't come true, that's no big deal.

He has been used to disappointment since he was a child, and this kind of small thought that has not been put on his life plan is even less worth mentioning.

It was just an accident.

The big deal in the future is to continue to turn a blind eye, which is no different from now.

After completing the psychological preparation, Arthit's heart gradually calmed down.

From childhood to adulthood, he has always known how to extinguish his hopes.

As long as you tell yourself repeatedly that you don't like it that much, it will be fine.

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The effect of repeated hypnosis is indeed very significant.

Only the next day, Arthit returned to his usual high spirits.

One must always look forward and not be held back by little things.

There was also a report waiting to be handed in, and a few people got together again while there was no class, writing the report while making jokes.

It's just that the people around are bustling, and the time for chatting is probably several times longer than the time for serious study.

"I've been writing here for so long, it's already exceeded my limit, okay? Do you want to go out for a while?"

Sure enough, Bright couldn't sit still again, and his heart was about to move.

Plame rolled his eyes and said helplessly, "You're just sitting here, and you haven't written for more than 10 minutes, okay?"

Bright laughed: "Just sitting here and feeling the oppressive atmosphere is already tortured, okay?"

Tuta's eyes rolled more exaggeratedly than Plame's: "Depressed? Aren't you always looking for beautiful school girls? Where is the depression?"

Bright was exposed mercilessly, he could only touch his nose in despair, but his eyes looked around again.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, he turned his head to look not far away and said to Arthit who had been silent all the time: "Arthit, isn't that the kid who sent you back that time? His name is kongphop."

Hearing Kong's name, Arthit's heart trembled, and his eyes followed Bright's line of sight unconsciously.

Bright didn't notice his strangeness, but just stared at Kong's side covetingly: "Handsome is popular, so many beauties surround him. It seems that this kid's college career should be very exciting."

Plame sneered: "Wonderful? Just like you, hooking up with girls every day?"

Bright patted in his direction: "Hey, what is hooking up, I just have a friendly exchange with girls!"

A few people argued with each other, and laughed again after a while.

Arthit is the only one left who still remembers the junior who was surrounded by girls like a fish in water.

He clenched the pen in his hand, but he couldn't suppress the sourness in his chest.

Saying something that understands what he means, saying something that won't bother him, is really just an excuse to reject him.

Since you like girls, why did you do that night...

"Arthit, you..." Not finally noticed something was wrong with him.

Arthit's thoughts snapped back: "Huh?"

Not's eyes moved to his hand.

Only then did Arthit realize that he had been pressing the pen in his hand so hard just now that the tip of the pen had smashed the half-written report.

He hastened to lighten the strength in his hands, and his eyes wandered.

Not frowned: "Are you okay?"

"Of course it's okay," Arthit realized that his answer was a little weirdly fast after finishing speaking, and hurriedly said something to remedy it, "I just...don't like him very much."

He understood that the few of them had already seen the gaze he was looking at Kong just now, and instead of letting them press him, it would be better to say it openly.

Otherwise it would be even more strange.

Bright snapped his fingers: "It's fine if you don't like it, and I don't like handsome people, even if they're not as handsome as me."

Arthit sneered at him, and shook his head helplessly.

However, his eyes subconsciously looked in Kong's direction again.

This time, it happened to be the same as Kongphop who was looking at him.

But this time kongphop was one step ahead of him, and quickly moved his gaze aside.

Arthit froze for a moment, and after realizing what Kong had just done, there was a burst of suffocation in his chest with nowhere to vent.

He already said that no one would discover anything, so what did he do?

Are you really afraid of what you will do to him again?

Well, I'm afraid that others will misunderstand what's going on between them, right?

Don't worry, he will definitely find a way to dispel this junior's worries.

☆、Chapter 8

"0062kongphop, get ready for push-ups!"

"Kongphop, 0062, hold your head and squat on the spot, execute!"

"Kongphop, get out of here!"

"Kongphop..."

In the past few days, the sky above the training ground seems to have been echoing such a familiar name.

And the price of this familiarity is of course not to be ignored.

Kongphop's physical load during this time... is really not normal.

He didn't understand why Senior Arthit suddenly took pleasure in punishing him.

But what surprised him was that he didn't even think about it because of this.