Hidden Agenda (English)

Chapter 3

Jiranai glared angrily at the silent mobile phone lying next to him while the teacher's voice continued to echo, but he had no mind to listen or pay attention to the knowledge in his head. He tried to find a reason why someone had his phone number for days but didn't bother to contact him.

"Why don't you call after taking my phone number? Have you been worshipping it?!" his inner thoughts screamed. "Then why haven't you called yet!!!"

"Well, you start a conversation with him first," his best friend named Prakan whispered. Since Jiranai got Sitang's phone number, he seemed foolish, appearing diligent in his studies for less than ten minutes before his face turned desolate and annoyed, as if the phone was broken and couldn't receive messages from Sitang.

"No."

"Wow! Do you really expect him to call you first?"

"Yes."

"Where do you get the confidence that he'll call first, Joke?"

"If he doesn't call me first, I won't call him either."

"Damn it! You're playing hard to get!" Prakan cursed his stubborn friend, then focused on the teacher's lecture. Despite that, Jiranai continued to stare intently at his phone, and of course, there were no signs of the person he was waiting for.

The morning class of the Administration Department ended at noon, and still, there was no message from the person he was eagerly waiting for. His handsome face wrinkled, and his long and annoyed gaze filled with discomfort. Finally, he helplessly put his phone in his pocket and followed his closest friend out of the classroom.

...Why should I call first?....

Zo should be the one to call....

"Hey, I told you not to wait for the phone," Prakan's voice rang out, causing Jiranai to turn back and look at his closest friend, and then he saw the tall, slender young man walking down from the second floor of the building. Ah, today, he also had a morning class. Both of them studied in the same building, but he was on the lower floor while Zo was on the upper floor.

Jiranai stared intently at the fair figure in neat student attire, his fair skin almost blending with the color of the shirt. When he descended the stairs, the wind played, causing his brown hair to sway back and forth, and just looking at it made him eager to reach out and hold it for a moment.

"Is its hair soft, I wonder? If I playfully touch it, will it like it? And if this finger touches its cheek, from the fair cheek to the plump red lips, if... if I use this finger to touch its lips and then gently tease that moist tongue..."

"Your face looks way too excited, Joke," the voice of his closest friend interrupted the thoughts of the person staring intently at the fair-faced figure descending the stairs, and he retorted sharply:

"So what!?"

"Okay, if you curse me so much, then I won't bother helping you talk to them anymore."

"That troublemaker!" He angrily grabbed his friend's collar, intending to give him a few punches out of frustration. This area was crowded with students coming out of the class, bustling to the point that no one noticed the two mischievous guys fighting. Even the students descending from the second floor didn't pay them any attention, but someone else did...

"Joke, over here!" Pruksa, Sitang's closest friend, pointed towards them and waved a greeting. Sitang reflexively turned towards his friend and caught his sharp gaze.

"You've been meeting her frequently these days." Though saying so, Pruksa still led the way through the crowd towards them.

Three international relations students from the second floor squeezed through the crowd to meet their two administrative studies classmates from the morning class on the first floor.