HIGH SCHOOL LOVE

CHAPTER 1

Chapter 1: How Slim is His Waist

"Yesterday's practice exercises.

A boy in a blue and white school uniform walked over, carrying a thick stack of exercise books in his arms. This is Thanapon, the class monitor,

Thanapon walked to the back row and stopped beside a desk.

The boy in the last row had dyed his hair gray and wore his school uniform carelessly, leaving the zipper open, leaning back against the chair in a bold and unruly manner.

With his delinquent appearance, he was fortunate to have good looks-a pair of slightly upturned phoenix eyes-and he could pull off this hair color, resembling a protagonist straight out of a manga.

Sailub leaned back against the chair and casually said, "I didn't bring it."

Thanapon glanced at the practice book sprawled carelessly on his desk. "Isn't this it?"

Sailub glanced down briefly and smoothly changed his statement, "I didn't do it."

Thanapon gave him a light glance. "I'll come to collect it this afternoon."

With that, Thanapon turned around and left, still carrying the thick stack of exercise books.

The chubby boy sitting next to Sailub whispered, "P'Sai, sh-should we do it?"

Sailub didn't respond, his gaze fixed on Thanapon's back as he walked away, lost in thought.

Sailub looked even more intimidating when he wasn't speaking.

The chubby boy shrank back slightly, completely unaware that what Sailub was thinking about was how slim Thanapon's waist might be without the school uniform.

The preparatory bell rang.

A fair, slender hand knocked on his desk. "The exercises."

That hand was truly beautiful, with long, slender fingers, perfectly proportioned, and as s if carved from warm jade, with a faint hint of pink at the nails.

Sailub placed the exercise book into the person's hand.

His name was written on the cover in a flamboyant style his grades might not be good, but his handwriting was impressive

Thanapon took the exercise book and turned to leave.

"Wait," Sailub suddenly spoke up. "Aren't you going to open it and take a look?"

Thanapon paused in his steps and opened the exercise book, finding not a single word written on it.

But it wasn't entirely blank. A drawing had been sketched on it in pencil.

It was a portrait.

Shaded with varying depths, it outlined a human figure, a fair face, with eyes cast downward, giving a cold and distant expression.

It was exactly like the expression Thanapon had at that moment, looking down with lowered eyes.

Sailub raised his eyebrow at Thanapon.

A tearing sound rang out as the paper ripped.

The chubby boy beside them shrank back, but Thanapon, without showing any sign of anger, calmly tore out the entire page, rolled it up, and tucked it into his pocket.