I am him ✔

Chapter 10- My Blessing

Listen 👆 (👂🏻🎧) Arthit's feelings.

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In the confrontation with Kongpob, the movement of Arthit's hands was like a slow-motion shot in a movie, one at a time, in the In the quiet training hall, the sound of paper tearing sounded so clear that it kept the atmosphere of the arena down to the freezing point.

But even the piece of paper with a big slap, even if it tears slowly it doesn't take much time at all.

And in this moment of confrontation, Arthit's mind is already in mess.

He had been able to maneuver to keep himself awake when facing M, but once this man stood up, his calmness completely disappeared.

The anxious and furious response of his is exactly what M wants.

Thinking so, Kongpob's eyes looked at him even more flustered.

"What are you looking at!" He couldn't help but growl.

Kongpob clenched his fist, wondering how it had developed into such a saber rattling situation with him.

It wasn't his intention in the first place either.

His eyes flickered as he tried to suppress the panic he felt.

Bright and Toota, both unsure of what was going on, stood at the end of the line of instructors whispering quietly, "Looks like they're really messing up with Arthit ."

Although Arthit wasn't exactly approachable, it was rare for him to get this angry.

Arthit wasn't paying attention to his friend's conversation.

"As for the others..." he steadied his emotions, looking towards the rest of the field.

All of the first years who were caught in his cold gaze all withdrew their gaze from him obediently, eye to eye in silence. One by one, they kept quiet.

Arthit then continued: "I hope everyone can treasure their own name tags, and don't share them with others again! , after all, your feelings are not always as deep as they are."

Saying this, he couldn't help but look deeply into Kongpob's eyes again.

In those always clear eyes, he finally caught a hint of a guilty conscience.

So he knew about guilty conscience.

Arthit mockingly quirked the corners of his mouth and raised the volume once more, "Understood?"

All the first-year students said in unison, "Yes we understood!"

It was obvious that he was training someone, but for Arthit the situation in front of him was no different from being tortured.

Now that the show was finally over, he could finally leave the stage.

Arthit glanced at Kongpob one more time, and then slowly walked towards the entrance of the training hall.

It seemed that the much-awaited dissolution had finally come, and everyone was quietly relieved that the crowd was starting to loosen up.

Kongpob, however, still couldn't help but stare at Arthit's back, unable to look away for a long time.