I am him [Comprehensive]

The string of numbers 0062 is not only familiar to Arthit, but also Not and Tuta.

Not's already gloomy face is now even more ugly, and the storm is about to come.

"This kid—" Not turned and left.

Arthit grabbed him: "What are you going to do?"

"Look for him!" Not said angrily.

"Not!" Arthit said weakly, "Don't do this, it doesn't have to be him."

"The IP has been found out, who else would it be!" Not said angrily.

Tuta stroked his chin thoughtfully, and said in a low voice: "I've thought about this question carefully. Judging by Kongphop's appearance, he doesn't look like someone who would play tricks behind his back. Maybe someone opened it on him. Post it?"

Not gouged him hard: "You just want to see how handsome he is?"

Tuta's face was full of shyness immediately: "Oh, what are you talking about, although he is indeed handsome, but if it is really the post he posted, I will definitely share the same hatred with you! Aren't I offering another possibility! Don't Forget, that M follows him all day long, and looking at the content of this post, he is helping M to complain from the beginning to the end, so it is not certain that he posted it!"

Not frowned: "He? No way? Seeing that he's been quiet all day, he doesn't look like this kind of person."

Hearing his comment, Arthit couldn't help feeling restless again.

Probably in the eyes of most people, M is such a silent and harmless appearance.

Otherwise, it wouldn't give everyone the impression that Arthit has been catching him and bullying him.

Especially under the instigation of this post, Arthit's strictness since he became a coach will probably be demonized even more, and M will naturally become that poor little boy who has been bullied by him all the time.

Tuta pointed at Not with resentment: "Don't compare your discernment ability with a straight man like you, I've seen too many petites with this personality, and I'll tell you!"

"Straight man" Not glanced at Arthit guilty, saw his ugly face, and asked belatedly: "Arthit, what do you think?"

Arthit wiped his face and stood up: "Forget it, let him go, I'm a little tired, I want to go back first, remember to call me after your meeting tomorrow."

After Arthit finished speaking, he turned and walked outside.

Tuta and Not looked at each other, and hurriedly took two steps forward: "Don't worry, I've already blocked that trumpet account, and I'll block it every time he opens it in the future, and if he dares to post a post to slander you, I'll block his IP."

"Thank you." Arthit thanked feebly, but walked outside without even pausing.

Not chased after him in two or three steps, looking at his dejected side face, the anger that filled his heart just now seemed to have receded, replaced by strands of heartache.

"Nuan Nuan..." Inadvertently, he called out Arthit's nickname.

He has called this name thousands of times in his heart, but he rarely dares to call it out.

Today, Arthit looked so fragile that he inadvertently called out the name that had been repeated in his mind for thousands of times.

But Arthit didn't seem to notice his change at all, just responded casually in a low voice, without even looking at him.

He was obviously afraid that Arthit would not like his name, but seeing that he didn't even react at all, Not couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

It's just that he understands that now is not the time to care about his own mood, so he can only suppress that feeling first, and ask beside him: "Do you know who wrote that post, and did you have any festivals with them?"

Arthit's heart moved, but then he shook his head slightly: "I'm tired, I don't want to talk about this anymore, let's go back first."

Facing Arthit's refusal, Not can only choose to remain silent.

But there was a wave of uneasiness in my heart for no reason.

This anxiety is much stronger than when facing Gant.

But Arthit didn't give him time to think, and walked quickly to his motorcycle.

He hurriedly sat on it and started the motorcycle.

The person behind him turned over and sat up, and the sense of comfort covering his waist immediately drove away most of the anxiety in Not's heart.

He cleared his throat, turned his head to the side and said, "If you're really tired, just lean on me and sleep for a while, and I'll call you when you arrive."

"Yeah." Arthit limply lay on his back without any excuses.

Not's heart suddenly rose to his throat.

But then he couldn't help laughing a little.

The few buddies of them have always been informal when they are together, and physical contact is not uncommon.

Presumably Arthit didn't take this kind of action seriously at all, he was still seriously nervous, which seemed superfluous.

This recognition made Not's heart feel a little sour.

Not finally started the motorcycle, but because of the person leaning on his back, he was still riding a lot slower than usual unconsciously.

It's a pity that Arthit didn't have the mind to pay attention to these things, so naturally he couldn't understand his intentions.

He obviously spent most of the day in sleep today, and he didn't wake up for long, but fatigue still swept Arthit's body involuntarily.

He really wanted to just sleep like that and never have to wake up again.

In fact, the first time he saw it, he guessed that the post might be written by M.

It doesn't matter whether you say he has a villain's heart or you say he is jealous, in short, the image of M in his heart is really not very good.

So after being confirmed now, he didn't feel any surprise.

It's just that I couldn't help getting more and more irritable in my heart.

Those two people are really like two big brown candies, it's hard to get rid of them.

Even now M sees him as a threat, Arthit really doesn't know if he should take some comfort.

But in fact, he didn't want this kind of comfort at all.

If he could, he really wanted to stay away from those two people, but blindly avoiding them seemed to only give M an excuse to push forward.

Shouldn't he continue to hide like this?

The bottom of his heart was in a mess, but Not in the front seat suddenly freed a hand and put it on the back of his hand.

"Arthit, sit down."

Arthit tried to stand up suspiciously, but failed because Not's hand held him tightly, so he could only continue to climb on Not's back in the same posture as before.

At the same time, Not's hand returned to the handlebar, suddenly increased the accelerator, and galloped past a group of people like a demonstration.

Arthit turned his head at a loss, only to see that the group of people were just the familiar faces of the freshmen in their engineering school.

Arthit's gaze met Kongphop's eyes unexpectedly, causing a shudder in his heart,

But before there was any other reaction, Not had already carried him, leaving the group of people far behind.

I was still upset because of him, but I didn't expect to meet someone just by chance.

This kind of evil fate does not know when it will be the head.

Because of that hurried side, Arthit couldn't help feeling even more depressed.

Now that he is on the cusp of the storm, if the group of them gather together, if they say that there is no discussion on this matter, no one will believe it at all.

Thinking that Kongphop might also be involved in it, and occasionally give him a few comments, Arthit couldn't help but want to turn around and have a good fight with him.

With a long sigh, he straightened up, and Not happened to be driving him all the way to his destination, and finally stopped.

Arthit got down from the back seat and smiled hastily at him: "Thank you buddy, it's getting late, you should go back to rest early."

After finishing speaking, he didn't stay long, and turned around and walked in.

Not couldn't help but grab him: "Arthit."

Arthit turned his head suspiciously: "Huh?"

Not grabbing him was just a subconscious action, and when he really stayed, he realized that he had nothing to say at all.

He who has always been calm is inevitably a little clumsy at this time.

"I, I just want to say, stop thinking about it, go back and have a good sleep."

Not held back for a long time before finally saying this sentence completely.

Arthit's smile looked brighter this time: "Okay, I see."

But his smile was just to reassure his friends, and when he returned to the empty apartment, the smile on his face had long since disappeared.

During this period of time, Arthit's mood has been maintained in such a state of "terrible", but tonight because of the upside-down post, his mood seems to be beyond the simple three words.

He turned on all the lights in the apartment, from the bathroom to the balcony, the whole residence was brightly lit.

But it still felt like it wasn't enough, and the bottom of my heart was still gloomy.

In this case, how could he really sleep well like he promised Not.

If I really lie down, I'm afraid my mind will be filled with those messy thoughts again.

In order to let himself have something to do, Arthit, who has never been very diligent, simply came to clean up in the middle of the night, and even used a laptop to open a new show that he hadn't had time to catch up on, so as not to let his mind idle for a while.

Facts have proved that this method is really useful. He is busy with things, and he really doesn't have the energy to think about it.

After wiping the figurines on the bookshelf one by one and putting them away, the washing machine in the bathroom also gave a reminder that it had been washed.

Arthit didn't have time to think about it, so he paused the video on the laptop, and habitually threw the washed clothes into the laundry basket, and carried them all the way to the balcony.

And the moment he walked into the balcony, he regretted it.

The man who lived opposite was also standing on the balcony, and the faint smell of tobacco spread from his direction to Arthit's nose.

It's just that the lights in Kongphop's house were not turned on, which made Arthit completely forget the possibility of bumping into him.

Seeing him coming out, Kongphop, who had been lying on the balcony railing, straightened up immediately, and crushed the sparkling cigarette butt into the ashtray at hand.

Now that he has reached the balcony, Arthit can't run back with the laundry basket in his arms.

He paused, then pretended not to see this person, bent down to pick up the clothes in the laundry basket, and hung them up to dry one by one.

Why didn't I realize that I had washed so much when I threw it into the laundry basket just now?

Just halfway through the air, he heard the person on the opposite balcony shout: "Senior Arthit..."

Arthit's body froze for a moment, but he continued to move quickly, ignoring it at all.

It's just that his heartbeat, which had been calmed down so easily, accelerated again unstoppably.

Kongphop, who could only see his back, would not notice that his hand holding the hanger was actually trembling slightly.

"Arthit." Kongphop refused to give up, and called out again.

But this time, he didn't add an honorific title in front of his address.

Arthit hung up the few remaining clothes indiscriminately, without even bringing a basket, he turned and went back to the room.

She pulled the balcony door shut with a swipe, and immediately turned off the lights on the balcony and the room.

His world became dark again.

Facing his cold rejection, Kongphop, who was left on the balcony, pursed his lower lip helplessly, and couldn't help but see a bit of grievance in his eyes.

Standing here the whole night, the scene of Arthit lying on Not's back on the motorcycle kept replaying in Kongphop's mind like pressing the replay button.

Although he understood that the jealousy was unreasonable, he was still flustered beyond control.

He deliberately turned off all the lights, because in this way he could see more clearly that there was only one figure reflected in the opposite window.

That figure has been busy since he came back, and his heart has been in turmoil just watching it.

Since eating with them at night and knowing about that post, Kongphop has been guilty until now.

Although he didn't post that post, if he hadn't insisted on approaching Arthit when he was hiding, I'm afraid such outrageous rumors wouldn't have appeared.

Now that Arthit doesn't even want to look back at him, maybe he's blaming him in his heart?

Kongphop sighed for a long time, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, thought for a long time, and finally typed Arthit's number.

Arthit, as the former teacher and senior of their academy, the phone number is not a particularly hidden thing, and it is easy for Kongphop to get it.

He lowered his head, tapped a few words, and pressed send.

A few seconds later, Arthit, who was lying on the bed decadently, heard a soft ringing of the phone.

Gadot——

Arthit picked up the phone, the familiar yet unfamiliar number made his eyes dry for a while.

"Sorry, senior, it's all my fault that I didn't realize that someone else was there."

A simple sentence made the restlessness in Arthit's heart surge up uncontrollably.

However, he didn't know that the person who was still standing on the balcony typed and deleted the sentence "What's the relationship between Senior and you?", deleted and repeated it many times, but in the end he still didn't dare to send it.

Arthit held the phone tightly and lay on the bed for a long time before finally being willing to continue thinking honestly.

At least this sentence proves that Kongphop has no knowledge of the fact that the post was made by M.

Just such a small discovery actually made him feel a little comforted.

Arthit really wanted to shoot himself.

Even now, he still finds a reason to excuse that person, no matter whether Kongphop knows about it or not, M will target him like this, in the final analysis, isn't it because of this guy?

Arthit even thought for a second that he would throw the screenshot of the IP address screened out by Tuta on Kongphop's face, so that he could see exactly what kind of person his innocent lover was.

But that kind of struggle is too ugly.

It was as if he was still expecting Kongphop to change his mind and be with him after realizing who M is.

Letting kongphop be with such a person all the time is probably the greatest revenge for him. Arthit thought darkly, he wanted to see if M could pretend to be in front of him for the rest of his life.

And such a thought is no different from jealousy.

The heart that was finally settled down was easily disturbed by Kongphop, and Arthit really felt like crying.

But even with self-hypnosis, Arthit still had to admit that, because he was sure that the post had nothing to do with Kongphop, most of the depression in his heart subsided inadvertently.

Maybe it's because he didn't have a good rest a few days ago, and he did the housework all night. Lying in bed this night, he actually slept surprisingly soundly.

But someone who lived across the street tossed and turned all night because of the scene on the motorcycle.

next day

There are obviously a group of people sitting in front of the teacher's desk, but the office is extremely quiet.

Several people in junior uniforms made eye contact quietly. Before the teacher spoke, they didn't even dare to breathe, for fear that one of them would accidentally touch a landmine.

The teacher looked down at the pile of printed A4 papers at hand, and his brows became more and more wrinkled as the paper turned.

Finally, the old man threw the paper on the table and sighed bitterly: "I have supervised so many students, and this kind of thing has never happened before!"

"But teacher, this is nonsense at first glance, no one will believe it!" Not couldn't help but defend himself.

But the teacher didn't follow him at all: "If you don't believe it, it doesn't mean others don't believe it, not to mention that Arthit has really resigned now! Others will only think that he is guilty of guilt! As a teacher and a senior, how can you spread this kind of information to your juniors?" Scandal, why are you robbing a boyfriend?"

Hearing that the teacher associated Arthit with that kid 0062, Not felt uncomfortable again.

He had always looked down on that guy, and after this incident, he seemed to wake up belatedly.

Perhaps the relationship between Arthit and that person is far from being as simple as it seems on the surface.

"Should Arthit be held responsible for things that don't exist at all?" He asked disconvinced.

"I can't control that much! This incident has too much influence now, and it's no longer Arthit's own business! Just look at the atmosphere in the school! I don't even know how to explain it to the school leaders." When will it be explained!" The teacher said here angrily, and sighed helplessly, "I know Arthit is not this kind of person, but the most important thing now is to eliminate the influence first, no matter what, we must let him go back immediately. In the instructor team, then get along well with the two juniors, and don't be criticized by others. Otherwise, if the matter gets bigger and it gets to the headmaster's ears, even if I want to help him, I won't be able to help him."

Until they came out of the office, several people still drooped their heads.

What the teacher said is the truth, and of course they all understand it.

It's just that for a person with such a good face like Arthit, being discussed on the forum like that is tantamount to public execution.

Let him go back to be the coach now, I really don't know if he can accept it.

"What should I do now? Damn, I don't even know what to tell Arthit!" Bright kicked in the open space angrily, "But even if I quit my job, it can cause so many troubles. Next time See you, I really want to have a good fight with that 0062!"

Tuta had already told several of them about the IP address, so it was no wonder he was so angry.

When it comes to fighting, there is no need for him to step in.

Not clenched his fist, his heart full of anger.

Plame's brows had been furrowed for an indeterminate amount of time, and it was only now that he finally spoke thoughtfully: "Actually... do you feel that since this kid appeared, Arthit has indeed become a little bit strange."

"Is there?" Bright's facial features were tightly wrinkled, and his eyebrows were raised high.

Tuta exchanged a glance with him, and frowned: "You said that...I have discussed with Bright that Arthit's attitude towards Kongphop has never been good anyway, and it is fair to say that although Arthit is not as selfish as me, I'm familiar, but I've never been so resistant to someone I just met."

The more Tuta said, the more he felt that what he was saying seemed like that, and he couldn't help gasping in surprise: "Oh hey! Do you think it is possible that Arthit and this Kongphop knew each other before, could he be..."

"Don't talk nonsense!" Not interrupted him impatiently. "That boy, I also don't like him. He confronted the coach in the first training. It's strange that Arthit has a good face on him."

"Is that so?" Tuta murmured, frowning.

"Otherwise what else?" Not glared at him, "Okay, stop thinking about it, I'll go to Arthit and tell him that the teacher asked him to go back, and you just keep an eye on the forum for me, if anything comes up , you should apologise with death!"

Tuta pushed his glasses aggrievedly: "I have never left the forum page in my mobile browser now, can you find a moderator who is more serious than me?"

Not really wanted to blame him, but he just didn't want to hear what he said that he didn't want to hear at all.

The conversation caused by Plame was successfully interrupted by Not, and several people had already finished their training with the teacher, so they quickly disbanded.

It's just that before Not took a few steps, he was stopped by Plame.

Not stopped and looked back at him.

It really stopped people, but Plame hesitated to speak.

Not said strangely: "What's the matter with you, Plame? Is there anything else we can't talk about?"

Plame seemed to have made up his mind, and asked, "Not, if what I ask makes you uncomfortable, just pretend I didn't say it!"

"What's the matter?" Not hurried to see Arthit, with a somewhat impatient expression on his face.

Plame finally stopped hesitating and said cruelly: "Not, you are against Arthit..."

Hearing his words, Not's impatience was put away in an instant, all the muscles in his body tensed, and he stared at him firmly.

Plame swallowed, then asked, "Is that what I thought it was?"

Not clenched his fist, without a moment's hesitation: "Yes."

Not is actually a reserved person.

For so long, he didn't know how to express his feelings, or it could be said that he didn't even think about expressing them.

But recently, he suddenly felt a sense of crisis.

As Plame said, Arthit's recent behavior is too abnormal.

As you can see, the character of Arthit is actually not easy to approach.

I still remember the whole school year of freshman year, except for the activities stipulated by the school, he almost only lived in his own world, and he was guaranteed to disappear on weekends.

Of course, Arthit is not the kind of person who is so cold that people can't get close to him, and he responds politely to others' overtures.

During the freshman training, their positions were arranged together, and they naturally became familiar with each other very quickly.

But as long as the gathering between several people is arranged on the weekend, he will say nothing and refuse to show up.

In the end, Tuta, who knew this kind of thing best, told the truth: "Arthit, to be honest, do you go on a date every weekend!"

Not took it for granted that Arthit would deny it, but unexpectedly he blushed with a smile.

It was at that moment that Not realized that he had already fallen in love with this person.

There's really no reason to talk about love.

Before finding out that he likes Arthit, Not also thought that he would fall in love with a soft and cute girl in the future, but unfortunately things are unpredictable.

He fell in love with a boy, and the moment he realized this liking, he tasted the taste of being broken in love.

This kind of entangled emotion caused Arthit to suddenly become depressed because of a broken relationship. He couldn't even tell whether he was more fortunate or more distressed in his heart.

It's just that Not has thought of expressing this feeling for so long.

The relationship between the few of them has always been very good, and he is willing to hide in it silently and be a "good buddy" of Arthit.

But it wasn't until now that he realized that perhaps this "willingness" was only due to his reassurance about the unchanging status quo.

Arthit has very little contact with old friends, and only a few of them in college.

It can be said that for so long, there have been basically no other people in Arthit's world.

But as Plame said, Arthit has changed now.

This change makes Not can't help but feel an uncontrollable sense of crisis.

So he didn't even dare to think about when Arthit's change started and who was related to it.

It's just that sometimes escaping doesn't help at all.

Plame got the answer, and actually joked to him at this moment: "So you haven't been a father to him for so long? You beast!"

Not was stunned for a moment, then punched him and couldn't help laughing: "Plame!"

Plame patted him on the shoulder with a smile: "Anyway, come on."

In the past two years, they have also noticed Not's kindness to Arthit.

If Arthit can really accept him, everyone will naturally be happy to see it.

It's just that feelings are such indescribable things that it is difficult for bystanders to say other than "Come on".

But facing his blessing, Not still nodded cautiously: "I will."

To Not, this answer is probably more like a promise he made to himself.

Even if it's just to give himself an explanation, he can no longer hide among other people and just be a good buddy of Arthit.

Arthit woke up early because he was thinking about the teacher calling everyone for a meeting.

And Not rushed to his residence as soon as the meeting ended.

"Arthit, if you don't want to go back, you don't have to go back, let's figure out a way together." After relaying the teacher's words, Not still refused to give up.

His intuition told him that it would definitely not be a good thing to let Arthit go back to the place that made him emotionally unstable.

In fact, why does Arthit want to go back.

If possible, he would rather he never appeared in the instructors' team, at least he could stay away from those two people in a fair manner.

Don't talk about meeting him, as long as he thinks of M now, he can't help feeling disgusted in his heart.

But now that the teacher has talked all about this, if he is more self-willed, it will really be unreasonable.

"It doesn't matter, I'm also the head coach anyway, it's too young for a group of brats to do something to me, don't worry." Arthit smiled at him comfortingly.

Not wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by him: "Okay, I'm really not that fragile."

Seeing his resolute appearance, even if Not doesn't want to give up, there is nothing he can do.

He pondered for a while, looking seriously into Arthit's eyes: "Arthit."

Arthit's eyes flickered uncomfortably: "Huh?"

"Don't worry, no matter what, I will be by your side." He said "I" this time instead of the usual "we".

Arthit seemed a little awkward, but he always felt that it was just his own thoughts.

His eyes drifted aside, and he nodded at Not with a smile, but there seemed to be some embarrassment hidden in that smile: "Of course I know, with you here, I have nothing to be afraid of."

In the words of two people, one is singular and the other is plural, both seem to be unintentional, but they are actually intentional.

A look of disappointment crossed Not's face.

But he still tried his best to show a smile in front of Arthit: "Yes, with us here, you don't have to be afraid of anything."

The topic didn't last long.

The two of them are used to getting along carelessly, and there is really no way to keep being so hypocritical.

Fearing that Arthit would stay at home alone and think wildly, Not resolutely dragged him out of the house.

As the saying goes, the road to Yuanjia is narrow, the two walked downstairs, and happened to meet Kongphop and M who came out of the opposite building.

Although the four people had different thoughts, their expressions all suddenly became equally ugly.

Anyway, as juniors, Kongphop and M still have to bow to them obediently.

"Senior Not, Senior Arthit, good morning."

Not answered indifferently, but Arthit didn't even answer a syllable, so he turned and walked towards Not's motorcycle parked beside him.

The picture that had been recalled countless times during the night was about to appear in front of his eyes again. Kongphop's brain became hot, and he stopped him: "Senior Arthit!"

Except for Arthit, the other two looked at him in unison.

Only then did Kongphop feel embarrassed, but he still didn't look away, looked at Arthit's back and asked, "Is Senior Arthit going out with Senior Not?"

Not took up the conversation and replied: "What? Why do we have to give you a report first? Otherwise, would you have to go to the forum and say that the seniors are arrogant?"

Kongphop frowned, not knowing how Not would bring up this topic.

But before he could refute, M interrupted their conversation: "Then we won't bother the two seniors. Goodbye, Senior Arthit, goodbye, Senior Not."

Arthit finally turned his head, but curled his mouth mockingly at M.

M's eyes suddenly dodged a little, and he bit his lower lip involuntarily.

"Not, let's go." Arthit called out.

Not walked over quickly, slumped onto the motorcycle, and Arthit sat on the back seat of him with ease.

Kongphop's deep gaze followed their backs until the motorcycle finally disappeared around the corner and was never seen again.

"Kongphop." M couldn't help shouting.

Only then did Kongphop come back to his senses.

"I've said it all. That post has nothing to do with you. It's just that other people can't read it. You don't have to feel so guilty about him."

Kongphop paused for a long time before finally nodding under M's gaze: "I know."

However, is his depressed mood really just out of guilt?

How could guilt give him the urge to rip Not off the motorcycle?

But his hesitation made M's heart sink a little bit more.

Because of the rush in the morning, until he got back to the apartment at night, Arthit felt uncomfortable.

Does Kongphop regard himself as a love saint now?

While being inseparable from M Qingqing, I am inseparable, at the same time showing him the fragile appearance of being out of love.

What's even more ridiculous is that he actually felt comforted by a text message from that guy.

His consolations were worthless.

Now almost no one uses text messages to communicate with friends. The one sent by Kongphop is still alone at the top, and you can see the content without clicking on it.

Arthit gripped the phone tightly, eyes almost staring a hole in the screen.

After looking at it in confusion for a while, his fingers quickly moved over, selected, deleted, all in one go, without giving himself a chance to repent.

No wonder he regretted it.

Arthit took a deep breath, and just as he was about to put down the phone, he suddenly felt the vibration of the fuselage in his palm.

Gadot——

Another text message.

His heart skipped a beat, and his eyes were already looking towards the screen uncontrollably.

It's still the same phone number as last night, but the content is completely different from last night: "Senior, it's better not to meet in the future, I'm afraid he will misunderstand."

Arthit grabbed the phone violently, his heart seemed to be clenched tightly at that moment, and he was almost out of breath.

But the corners of his lips still curled up mockingly.

Only this time, the person he was going to laugh at was himself.

How come he still insists that Kongphop should be such and such a person until now?

Hadn't he been disappointed enough?

Maybe Kongphop is really not a bad person, but his principles will directly feed the dog every time he meets M.

Presumably yesterday's overture was just to avoid him blaming M, right?

Said he didn't know that the post was from M, now Arthit really can't believe it.

Test his bottom line again and again, right?

ok, he just