The sweet drink stand took a few extra glances when they saw the little girl holding this. " Kongphop half-jokingly said, "After all, I don't think you would like that type of girl. "
Observed too carefully. Arthit slandered, but still didn't let go: "How do you know which type I will like?"
"I don't know." Arthit, who has recovered from the scar and forgot the pain, has also forgotten that Kongphop is the kind of person who flirts without blinking his eyes, "But I don't think I need to know, anyway, I will only like it when I grow up My type."
... Mmm! Arthit cursed secretly, but felt the heat on his cheeks in disappointment: "Be careful when talking to elders!"
Kongphop looked at the shy Arthit, and couldn't help laughing softly: "But I only talk like that to seniors."
Anyway, I can't say it, let's not talk about the head office, right? Arthit angrily grabbed the pink frozen milk and drank it, pretending not to feel Kongphop's overheated gaze.
Kongphop just looked at Arthit for a while, and then slowly said: "Senior is really amazing, I always feel that there is no change from ten years ago."
"You knew me ten years ago?" Strange, Arthit always felt that he was not surprised at all.
However, Kongphop just hooked the corner of his mouth mysteriously. He stood up and leaned slightly until he forced Arthit's entire body into the back of the chair, with an inscrutable smile on his face.
too close. Arthit sighed secretly, but somehow he didn't stretch out his hand to push Kongphop away, but just blinked and stared blankly at Kongphop.
Kongphop moved closer to Arthit's ear. The breath he exhaled made Arthit itch, and most of his ears turned red. Arthit couldn't help shrinking his neck, but what Kongphop said made Arthit want to kill him: "Secret."
... The secret is still like this! I thought he was going to say something big! ! !
Before Arthit got angry, Kongphop had distanced himself from Arthit again. He propped one hand on the table, the dim lights in the room shone on him, Arthit saw a mature charm from Kongphop in a trance. Kongphop tilted his head, but the smile on his lips was cunning and innocent: "I'll tell you when Senior Arthit falls in love with me."
Almost uncontrollably, Arthit felt his face burn like an egg for an instant. But Kongphop stood up straight at this time. He looked at his watch and said with a smile: "Shall I go buy food for the senior? This way you won't have to crowd around with those young people. What would the senior want to eat? Can Jinbuhuan fried chicken rice be okay?"
Arthit is still a little confused now. He could only nod indiscriminately, watching Kongphop disappearing through the door with his face smiling like a fox.
Arthit was pulled back to the real world by a knock on the door. He quickly came back to his senses, only to see his favorite student standing at the door. Singto, as always, was holding a thick professional book, standing upright and dignified: "Teacher, can I come in?"
Arthit cleared his throat, and the seriousness of a teacher appeared on his face almost instantly: "Come in."
Singto bowed before slowly walking into the room. He looked carefully, seeing the suit jacket on the sofa, his eyes darkened. He put the book on Arthit's desk, pushed the chair in front of the desk back to its original place, as if trying to smooth out some traces, and then stood in front of Arthit again. He spread out the book, pointed out the marked places to Arthit, and asked his questions modestly and politely.
Arthit took a cursory glance, but found that this was not a problem with Singto's current research direction at all. But he knew that Singto was a studious kid, so after thinking for a while, he gave Singto the answer seriously.
If it was normal, Singto would give Arthit some constructive ideas, but today's Singto is a bit strange. Hearing Arthit's answer, he fell silent after taking notes, looking depressed, his expression was carved out of the same mold as Krist's during this time. Arthit frowned, and asked: "Are you uncomfortable? Did you catch a cold from Kit?"
Singto froze for a moment, then shook his head slightly. He bit his lip, as if he was trying to restrain some emotion, which was painful. Arthit didn't know what kind of troubles his students had, and he didn't know whether he should continue to ask, after all, there were many things that students didn't want to tell the teacher.
Just when Arthit was struggling with what to say, Singto said, "Mr. Arthit, I just saw someone walking out from here."
Arthit froze for a moment, probably because Singto happened to bump into Kongphop when he came in. Arthit took a sip of the frozen milk on the side, and for some reason felt a little guilty: "Uh, that person is the project manager I worked with recently."
"But it's not working time." Singto clenched his fingers. Arthit could see that Singto's knuckles were slightly white, and he even had the illusion that Singto would just crush his own bones, "You need to stay with him in a space that only belongs to you at this time ?"
"Singto..." Arthit opened his mouth. He seemed to have discovered something—something at last.
"Do you like him? Why do you like him? Because can he find out that you like sweet drinks? I can find out too. Because no matter how busy he is, can he find time to see you? I can do it too. Because Does he like you very much?" Singto lowered his head, not looking at Arthit. He didn't seem to be talking to Arthit, but more like muttering to himself. Or maybe, he knew that his words should not be said, but he couldn't restrain himself. His tone was choked up, and his eyes were more than half red, but he still didn't stop. Obviously he knew that he was destroying the balance he had managed to maintain.
"But, I like you too."
Arthit stared at Singto, his expression gradually returned to calm from astonishment. He was silent for a while, and a soft smile appeared on his face: "Have you calmed down?"
Singto didn't speak.
"You are finally looking like a nineteen-year-old child." Arthit smiled, in a relaxed tone that did not make Singto feel pressured, but there was also an undeniable majesty, "Thank you for liking me."
Singto remained silent. He clenched his fists tighter—because he knew that he didn't want to hear what Arthit was going to say next.
"But Singto, there are many types of liking." Arthit's voice was very soft, but with a certain irrefutable firmness, "The feelings for the teacher can be 'like', or 'longing' with respect. But maybe, that's not love. Are you really clear? Can you look me in the eyes and answer me?"
"I..." Singto raised his head suddenly, but he couldn't say a word when he met Arthit's clear eyes. He muttered, and after a while he lowered his head again, "I see. I'm sorry, teacher, for disturbing you." Singto put away his textbooks, walked quickly to the door, and still turned his head, bowing to Arthit.
Arthit watched Singto's leaving back, and couldn't help but sigh softly.
That figure looked so calm, but it was just to reassure him. he knows.
"Have you finished listening?"
Someone suddenly stopped Kris who was standing by the door in a daze. Krist turned back in a hurry, only to find that the man he had seen in the mall with his brother had leaned against the wall next to him at some point.
Krist still hadn't recovered. He just listened to his mother's advice and came to deliver something to Arthit...but he didn't expect to meet this scene. Only then did he know that Singto, who had always been calm, self-sufficient and rational, would also show such a flustered expression, and could not help but say words that he planned to bury in his heart for the rest of his life.
People, they will always change into another appearance for the person they like.
"Since you've heard it, what are you still doing here?" Kongphop didn't mind Krist's sluggishness at all. He kept smiling from beginning to end, speaking slowly, but just enough for Krist to hear, "The person you like is rejected by the person he likes. This is your chance."
Krist no longer has the energy to worry about why Kongphop knew he liked Singto. He bit his lip: "But..."
"There is nothing but. If you still hesitate at this time, I may doubt whether you really like that person." Kongphop looked like he was joking, but his tone was very serious, "Love is not fair. Some people may I am lucky after all, the person I like happens to like him too. But most of them are not so lucky. So what should I do? I have to spend some effort to make that person care about me.”
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