[First-year student] I am not him

Ward had no memory of her, or of the things she said.

But obviously today is really a good day for expressing love. In this bustling campus, I don't know how many similar dramas are going on.

Originally, he thought so too, but now there is no need to realize it.

Ward smiled at the girl, and stuffed the bouquet of roses into her arms: "Thank you senior, congratulations on your successful graduation."

When the girl received the rose, her eyes widened in surprise.

But Ward could no longer notice her expression.

Because, his eyes passed through the crowd, and happened to be in touch with Senior Plame who was walking over.

Plame senior is still standing beside Not.

The person he thought he would become a lover with today is now standing beside the person he likes.

And he himself is handing roses to the arms of others.

This picture is really ironic.

The campus during the graduation ceremony was bustling with crowds.

No matter which corner you look at, it seems that it is very lively.

But at this moment, the two people who were looking at each other from a distance seemed to automatically block all the background sounds and could not hear anything.

Plame's footsteps stopped slowly, and he stared fixedly at him for a long time, finally looking at the handful of fiery red roses.

Against the backdrop of the rose, the girl's face also turned red, looking extremely beautiful.

Plame looked away as if his eyes had been stung, smiled and said something to Not beside him, then turned and left in a hurry.

Not reached out as if trying to grab him, but failed.

He turned around and walked up to Ward in two or three steps: "What are you doing, don't you—"

boom--

Before he finished speaking, Ward punched him in the face.

The girl who was still holding the rose screamed, and the two men fought into a ball.

Her screams attracted the attention of the crowd, including of course Arthit and the others who were taking pictures not far away.

The graduation ceremony is a very grand day for the school, representing the image of the whole school.

Fighting at this time, if the school finds out, it may not be as simple as making a serious mistake.

Kongphop and Arthit rushed over to pull people away.

It could be seen that neither of them showed mercy, each of them had several scars on their faces, and they were out of breath in just a short while.

"What are you doing!" Kongphop finished speaking, only to see that the bouquet of roses was in the hands of a strange senior, his brows furrowed, "What's going on? Didn't you go to confess your love to the senior?"

Arthit closed his eyes at the side, regretful: "We should have followed up just now."

It's just that he thought that after so long, Plame and Not should have made it clear no matter what they wanted to say.

"What did you say, it's been so long!" He whispered to Not.

Hearing him bring this up, Ward's eyes were even more red, and he wanted to pounce on him again, but was hugged by Kongphop forcefully.

"Ward, what are you still doing! If you don't chase, Senior Plame will run away!" Kongphop said, pushing him hard in the direction Plame left.

Ward clenched his fist, seemingly still hesitating.

Looking at the posture in front of him, Kongphop also understood that something must have happened between the three of them.

Otherwise, how could Ward, who came to confess his love with a smile on his face, become what he is now, and that bouquet of roses was actually given to someone else by him.

"No matter what it is, why don't you talk to senior Plame first and ask first? Don't think about it alone." He had suffered in this regard before, and he didn't want to watch Ward make the same mistakes.

Ward was pushed forward by him for a few steps, and finally couldn't bear it, and ran towards the direction where Senior Plame left.

Senior Plame didn't seem to intend to hide from him, but he didn't seem to expect that he would catch up either. He walked briskly alone in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

Only then did Ward realize that he hastily chased after him, but there was no reason to stop him.

He couldn't even figure out why the senior ran away.

Maybe it was someone else he was hoping to catch up with.

Even though there were only a few steps away, Ward slowed down again, unwilling to catch up.

And Plame's soul did not know where he flew, and he never noticed that he was following behind.

The two walked out of the bustling campus unknowingly, one in front of the other.

Plame was still wearing a bachelor's uniform, walking on the sidewalk, he looked so conspicuous that almost everyone passing by turned their heads to look at him.

No matter how dull Plame is, he will always be able to detect it after being seen a lot.

He stopped in his tracks, silently trying to take off his bachelor's uniform, but he didn't expect the clothes to hang on the branches in the green belt beside him.

At this moment, his clothes were covering his face, he couldn't take them off, he couldn't put them back on, it was stuck there, and he looked even more embarrassed.

Finally, Ward could no longer follow behind him as if nothing had happened, and walked over to help him take off his clothes.

"Thank you." After Plame said this, he realized who was helping him, and immediately retracted the smile he had managed to squeeze out, and pursed his lips without saying a word.

Ward put his academic gown back, put it in the crook of his arm, and just looked at him quietly.

Originally, the atmosphere between the two of them was almost fueled by senior Plame. No matter when and where, he talked too much. Now that he doesn't speak, there seems to be only silence between the two of them.

Plame obviously noticed this too, his face looked even uglier, and regardless of the fact that his clothes were still in someone's hands, he turned around and wanted to go straight away.

Ward couldn't help but grab him: "Senior."

Plame stopped, but didn't look back.

He took a deep breath, as if he was trying to make his voice sound normal: "I'm about to graduate, and I won't be able to take care of you as a senior in the future. You will probably be able to relax without me pestering you... But, It’s better to spend more time with your classmates instead of always being alone.”

Ward tightened his grip, and his voice was a bit suppressed: "So you used to pester me to go out to play, just to take care of me as a senior, right?"

Plame opened his mouth, but didn't answer.

"The person the senior likes, isn't it?" Ward felt a little pain from the wound on his face.

The expression on Plame's face froze, and he finally looked at him with some hesitation: "You just..."

"Since I like him, why did the senior kiss me again?" Ward's usually indifferent face could see a bit of grievance.

"Did you... hear us just now?" Plame finally came to his senses.

Ward didn't answer his question, but continued to ask: "Senior Not, you still haven't promised you, right?" Otherwise, he wouldn't have walked for so long in a daze, without even knowing that he was following.

Plame closed his eyes: "I asked you if you overheard our conversation!"

Ward rubbed his palm on his wrist, and continued: "I originally... wanted to be your boyfriend from today on."

Plame froze for a moment, looked around, and said in embarrassment: "Can we...can we find a place with fewer people first?"

Ward didn't move at all.

"However, it doesn't matter if I can't do it today. I... can pursue you from now until you forget that he is in love with me." Realizing that Plame wanted to struggle again, Ward simply hugged Plame, "I Originally, I lived a good life alone, but you insisted on breaking into my world. You can't just walk away like this. "

He originally wanted to just give up.

But looking at the person in front of him now, he couldn't convince himself to just walk away.

"It doesn't matter if you haven't fallen in love with me yet, didn't you still kiss me yesterday? You must not hate me," Ward said at this moment, probably more than he usually adds up in a week, "senior , I will definitely make you fall in love with me."

Plame nestled in his arms blankly, for a long time, finally choked out a sentence: "Yesterday...you were awake?"

Ward didn't reply, but hugged him even tighter.

Realizing that the pedestrians around him were paying more and more attention to them, Plame tried hard to push the person who was hugging him away: "Ward...Ward!"

The person was finally pushed away by him successfully, but Ward's expression looked even more aggrieved.

This seemed to be the first time he'd seen Ward like this.

"I've seen the hell." Plame stroked his forehead, "What happened to the bouquet of roses just now?"

Ward blinked, as if he didn't understand what he was asking.

"It's the bouquet you gave Namu, hasn't she liked you for a long time?"

Ward finally realized: "Her name is Namu?"

Plame glared at him: "I don't even know the name of the person, what did you give? If you don't know, you think that you have finally overcome all difficulties and are in love with each other!"

Ward opened his mouth, probably because he felt that the truth was too embarrassing, but he didn't say it after all.

Plame looked at him angrily: "You haven't answered yet, did you eavesdrop on our conversation just now?"

Ward clenches his fist again.

"Leave after half listening?" Plame's words made his expression change involuntarily.

After listening to those two sentences, there was nothing left in his mind, so he couldn't listen to anything else.

Plame gave him a blank look, turned and left.

Ward stopped him again: "Senior—"

Plame kicked him away: "Go away!"

Ward continued to follow persistently: "Senior... what else did you say afterwards?"

Plame stopped and stared at him angrily for a long time, but then suddenly leaned over and kissed his lips fiercely.

Ward felt the warmth on his lips in a daze, and it took several seconds before he finally realized, and regardless of the traffic coming and going on the street, he hugged the person in front of him forcefully.

Ward has always disliked being in contact with people, and he has never even had a girlfriend, and of course he has no intimate experience.

Plame was no better than him in this regard, though.

Compared with the two, Ward's talent is obviously higher, he easily grasped the initiative, and kissed inside and out for a long time before finally willing to let go, but even though he was panting, he didn't let go Wrap the man's arms tightly.

The bachelor's uniform slipped off inadvertently and fell at the feet of the two of them.

A whistle sounded behind them, followed by a few whistles, before the two of them finally came to their senses, picked up their bachelor's uniforms, and ran away holding hands with blushing faces.

After running for a long time, he slowed down.

Only then did Ward realize that he seemed to have really fallen into a misunderstanding.

"What did the senior say that I didn't finish listening?"

Plame didn't want to explain at all: "It's up to you! Can't you just listen to half of the corner and don't know? You deserve it!"

But when he thought of the fact that he didn't finish listening, he would also suffer, and felt that it was not appropriate to gloat.

But Ward can already make a rough guess: "So the senior doesn't like Not anymore, does it?"

Plame rolled his eyes and continued to ignore him.

"Senior took the initiative to kiss me twice... because he likes me?"

"It's because you like me that you pester me all day. I didn't misunderstand you, right?"

Ward stopped Plame and put his hand on his head, forcing him to look directly into his eyes: "But I'm very grateful for the misunderstanding today."

Plame finally got a little puzzled: "Why?"

Ward smiled and put his arms around him again.

Because, if I hadn't experienced the pain of almost losing you, I wouldn't know that I love you so deeply.

——————I am the dividing line with a small easter egg—————————

It is said that the senior Not who was seriously injured sold a recording at a high price.

What?You ask him if his conscience hurts?

His conscience was already numb when he was beaten by a student for no reason.

What's more, the person who paid the money was a certain junior.

He felt sorry for himself even if it was cheap.

"Don't pretend to be innocent, okay... It's not because you rejected me that I left a psychological shadow. I swore at that time that I would never confess my love to anyone again."

"But you don't have to feel guilty anymore, I'm going to confess to Ward today."

"I don't know if I can succeed...but I just like it so much that I want to try even if I fail..."

"In fact, compared with that, the ignorant feelings for you at the beginning are nothing."

"And even if it fails, I can't help but continue to pester him. Now I can't imagine how to live without him."

"This feeling was completely absent from you at the beginning."

"..."

It is said that senior Plame posted a high-priced reward in the classmate group, wanting to arrest a certain classmate named Not.

Ask that classmate to ask for blessings.

——————I am the dividing line of another little easter egg————————

Looking at the group photo of Ward's first Moments in this life, some two enthusiastic people who followed the worry finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Senior Arthit slumped lazily on the sofa, and kicked someone nestled next to him: "Hey, why don't you leave yet."

Kongphop looked at him aggrievedly: "Senior Arthit, I'm also very tired."

Arthit still wanted to open his mouth to drive people away, but when he thought of how he followed him busy all day, he couldn't help swallowing the words that came to his mouth.

Kongphop saw that his heart was softening, and went all the way to him.

"The senior looks so handsome in a bachelor's uniform."

Arthit immediately looked alert: "What are you doing?"

Kongphop put his arms around his waist and smiled innocently: "Senior's serious look really makes people want to rape him hard."

"Kongphop!" Arthit was still shouting, but he was thrown on the sofa, "Don't go too far! We..."

"I know, we're not together yet... I forced you, it's none of your business..." Kongphop kept pecking on his lips as he said.

"Kongphop...fuck...clothes...uh...fuck, who said I was tired just now..."

Well, what an unforgettable graduation ceremony.

☆, Ari's perspective outside the episode