I am him ✔

Chapter 15- He's not happy

Under the empty basketball hoop, there was just a handsome boy in black standing there.

Shooting the basketball in his hand for a while, he raised his hand and shot - the ball passed perfectly with the basket and didn't go in.

The boy closed his eyes in frustration and got up to go after it, but the basketball was already in the hands of another person.

The man casually slapped it on the ground twice before stopping his movements, putting the bag with his and looking up at him, "Wad. Why are you playing alone?"

The Person who came was one of the few students in the class who had spoken to Wad a few times, Kongpob.　　

With that, he threw the basketball in his hand towards Ward again.

Wad caught it accurately, but Kongpob didn't wait for his answer and spoke up, "What? Waiting for P' Prem again?"

Wad didn't deny it at all: "Well, what's the matter?"　　

He raises his hand for another shot.

Bang--　　

The basketball perfectly avoided the basket again and hit the ground hard.

Kongpob walked over, caught the basketball in his hands, and threw it at him once more, "Why are you so close to the seniors?"　　

Wad kept his attention on the basket and casually replied, "If we get along, we get closer, so does there have to be a why?"

His gaze swept over towards Kongpob, "I take it you're biased against seniors? Particularly to that head hazer. Don't you think you're overly concerned about him?"　　

Once again, he brought his energy up and let go.

But the basketball was still very much a hundred thousand miles away from the basket.

"Heh heh!" Wad calls out desperately.　　

Kongpob dribbled the ball in his hands this time, but didn't pass it to him again.

Wad seemed to have lost interest in shooting, and turned his head to look at him in frustration.

Kongpob took the basketball in his hands and looked thoughtful: "I can't really figure it out, I can feel it. He is avoiding me and M, presumably because of the previous conflict?"　　

He pursed his lips and absentmindedly played with the basketball in his hand, "But I feel more uncomfortable being avoided by him."

As if to vent this so-called "discomfort," Kongpob lifted his hand and threw the ball toward the basket.

Letting that basketball bounce around aside, Kongpob did not step forward this time, but walked over and picked up his backpack.

"Just pretend I'm imagining things." He sighed and tossed one of the oranges in his hand into Wad's hand in passing, "Nah, here you go."

Kongpob turned away without looking back, Wad looked down at the orange in his hand and frowned, suddenly like as if sensing something, he turned his head towards the back.

Not far behind the tree, the person hiding only one piece of clothing corner was revealed to be seen by anyone who cared to look.

Wad quirked his lips.　　

"What's going on? What's a guy giggling about?" Prem finally arrived belatedly.