KristSingto : SOTUS days❤️

Chapter 8 - Bingsu : Part 1

Krist's POV

A month flew by.

Between university and workshop, it was a never-ending cycle. Not that I was complaining, honestly. This was my dream afterall. Adding to that, the fact that I'm on very good terms with P'Sing now, it's definitely worth the pains. Just that...if these Professors could reduce the number of assignments per week, at least by half...

P'Sing usually finishes his lectures at 2p.m. everyday. But since mine goes on till around 4, he'd waits in the canteen each day till I'm done, and walk to the workshop together. This was a non-verbal agreement of ours, one that we both happily followed along.

The workshop, to tell in short, was a 'refreshing experience'. So far, it was solely focused on getting me and P'Sing more comfortable around each other. So basically, we spend our days from dusk till dawn, staring into each other's eyes continuously or hugging each other.

And, well...

THAT'S A WHOLE NEW LEVEL OF EMBARRASSMENT FOR GOODNESS'SAKE!!!

These days, I very well cannot meet his eyes by the end of the day, since all of what the workshop made us do would start fogging my brain.

Right now, with all these thoughts clouding my mind with utter embarrassment, I groaned and clutched my head with both hands.

"Oi Krist! Watch where you're going!"

A few giggles and high-pitched laughs followed the shouting.

I looked up from my internal dilemma, to see that I've already walked around half a mile from the lecture hall, and was currently standing in the middle of the football court.

"Sorry!", I waved my hand and shouted back while running back towards the walkway, smoothly avoiding a ball passing by me.

It was nearly the time that I was supposed to meet P'Sing, so I rushed towards the canteen while bracing my heart and mind.

As I walked closer to the canteen, I could see quite a large crowd of freshmen gathered in the middle of the canteen, around P'Sing. It seemed that they've just been dismissed after a meeting, since everyone of them, collectively heaved a huge sigh and started moving out of the place as fast as they could.

While slowly approaching the crowd, I could clearly see the hazer friends of P'Sing around him, whom I was already pretty familiar with. Rushing towards the group, with a hand raised, I shouted.

"P'Frank!"

P'Frank's exhilarated gaze met mine.

"Oh! Singto's wifey is here!"

I felt my face freeze.

The whole canteen literally dropped dead, and was suddenly engulfed in complete silence.

With my hand still raised and feet rooted to the spot, I took the chance to take a glance at P'Sing.

P'Sing's penetrating gaze was already fixed on me. As soon as our eyes locked on each other's, his eyebrows shot up and his eyelids fluttered a moment like a hummingbird, and then, while tearing his gaze away from mine, he jabbed Frank who was next to him with a soft, "Cut it..."