Hello everyone who has come to read this story.

I would like to preface this by saying that I have been away from writing for a very long time.

But because I had listened to cute songs and plus I suddenly came back to be addicted to Pee Singto and Pee Kris.

So I was inspired to write this fic.

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“Put up some pretty cards, kids. Raise your hands without bending your arms!” A deep voice that was forced to sharpen shouted throughout the entire square. P'Oan is a big man with a woman's heart. Look at the young people individually. Anyone who bends their arm or raises their arm in the wrong position will face a deadly palm strike on the upper arm with a loud thud. Other people were so horrified that they had to tense up and raise their arms for dear life, including me.

What did it start from? Where does it start with being a leader in school sports? What was I thinking at that time that I finally accepted this?

Who thinks it's easy to get a lead? Put on makeup, do your hair, dance, and take photos. I really want you to come and practice. We have to practice every day. 2-5 hours a day It was quite serious even though the victory reward was a not-so-delicious pee cake. But it is the dignity of our colors.

What are you thinking about for fun? I felt tired. Probably because yesterday I practiced a bit too hard. Now I feel like my arms can't lift it. How could those little women endure it? Their arms raised and their necks raised, their bodies erect, looking extremely beautiful. It was different from me and two male friends who stood up straight and raised both arms like stiff pillars of stone.

" Chris! You hold your arms up tight. Tight, do you know that?”

Wow!

A deadly palm slammed into my upper arm so hard that I accidentally squealed. He stared at his face, wide-eyed, before trying to raise his arms and tense them to stand upright and beautiful like he wanted.

I'm afraid I'll be scolded by my brother. Last time, someone acted incorrectly. He scolded me and immediately felt guilty. It's like he scolded me for fun, but it was embarrassing. When you get shouted at in the middle of the courtyard like this For example, when I was hit last time, he said, 'Nong Kris, your arms are tight and your back is straight. If you can't do this, then go die to the worms.' I laughed, but I was also embarrassed. How loud is he?

Just thinking about something for fun. Brother An's voice shouted louder again.

“Very beautiful, that's enough for today. See you tomorrow, kids.”

“Sigh,” I let out a long sigh when P'An announced that he had had enough. His arms raised up and his guard dropped to his side, exhausted, he turned to look at his two fellow destinies who sighed the same as I did and then walked together to the table where they put their bags and other things.

I've told you this for a long time. Have I told you my name yet? Not yet? I'll tell you. As we've heard before My name is Chris. Chris Peerawas, Mathayom 6 student. One of the famous schools in the lower-central northern provinces. He is an ordinary student with an extraordinary appearance.

Considered to be extremely handsome with his height and complexion that turns white because of his foreign lineage on his father's side. That's why he's very handsome. There's nothing to describe his handsomeness. Is he narcissistic? I admit it. I'm narcissistic. Just a little, there's no one to get lost in, haha.

“Huh? ” I turned to look when I felt a gentle nudge on the back of my shoulder. I met a slightly taller man. in student uniform You can guess it's a senior. But why did he come and poke me?

“Is there something wrong?” I was the one who asked when I saw that he was still looking at me. But the eyes looked back and forth like a person who was extremely nervous.

“That is..” He said so softly that I couldn't hear him.

“What? I didn't hear it.”

“Well, my friend asked me to give him my number.” He finished speaking and turned his head to look behind him. So I saw that under the tree there were marble tables lined up for people to sit and rest on. There was a table with a group of students sitting there, many of whom were looking this way with expressions of great anticipation.

“Oh, that's it. Whoever asked for it, why didn't you ask for it yourself? Like this, how will I know who's asking? What do you do if you sell my number?" I said with a serious face. I can't help it. He's handsome. Just a little bit.

“It's not for sale.” I almost laughed at his annoyed expression. So, are you really going to sell my number?

I didn't say anything further. Picking up the phone in his hand, he dialed in his own number and handed it back to his older brother. See this way Actually, I'm a shy person. But it's better not to pretend. Otherwise, he'll get angry at his style and call people to gang up on me. It'll be bad.

“Look, my name is Chris. You can tell your friends to add me on Line. It's the same ID number that I gave you. Go first, I have to hurry home." After saying that, I picked up my bag and put it on my shoulder, waved at him gently and ran out in front of the park in time to call a car to go home.

Oh my gosh, what time is it? I'm going to kill you, Chris.

After that day, I still came to practice lead as usual. But what was different was the many spectators who came to sit under the trees and watch us practice.

It's not anyone else. It was a group of provincial university students where someone asked for my number the other day.

It's strange that after that I didn't receive any strange numbers or I didn't have any strange people add me on Line. There was only a place where the elders came to sit in groups and watch us practice. Some days he even bought snacks to treat us after practice. He was very kind, even though he seemed normal. But in my heart I feel like there's something strange. I can't tell. It just feels in my heart. Or am I thinking too much?

I'm not sure about this either, but it's certain.

My arm hurts. Today P'Aun did it really hard, covering everything from basic to difficult poses. He's been working on the pattern for three hours now.

I glanced at the watch on my wrist. It said 7:43 a.m. My mind started to not focus on practicing because the time I could go home couldn't be later than 8:00 p.m. It's already 8 p.m. Even if I quit now, I definitely won't be able to catch the minibus home in time.

“Brother Anon, it's already 8 p.m. Can I go back first?” I asked with narrowed eyes when P'Aun walked closer. He looked confused before reaching out to pick up his phone and looking at the time, then his eyes widened in shock. Because at the time of requesting permission from parents The agreement was that he would let me back no later than 7:30 p.m. There is only one month before the competition that is requested to be 8 p.m.

"Damn you guys, that's enough for today. Go home. I'm sorry, I forgot to look at the time." P' An shouted and everyone dispersed to pick up their things and go home. Some people call their parents to come and wait to pick them up. Some people returned on their own.

As for me, I immediately ran to pick up my bag and turned to my friend for help.

“Boss, you want to go home? I'll go with you. It's already 8:00 p.m. Brother Cass will scold me."

“No, my father made me sleep at my mother's house today. Mother is already waiting."

"Oh, that's okay, then I'll go. I'll definitely get killed." My hand reached out and pulled out my phone in case I had to immediately call my cruel brother. Before his eyes widened when three missed calls from his older brother from ten minutes ago were displayed on the screen with the time 7:50 p.m. on the screen.

"Too bad, Chris."

I turned around in shock. I thought that my brother was waiting somewhere, but it turned out to be a tall man who asked for my number that day.

“Hurry back? Do you want me to send you away? I have a motorcycle."

"Is that good? I'm considerate." It's not considerate enough. Why would I let someone who doesn't know drive me? We just talked to each other twice.

"It's okay. Aren't you in a hurry? You guys can go and take me there," he said, pointing at his friends who were waiting astride motorcycles. By visual count, there were four people and three motorcycles.

"Is it good?" I'm still hesitating, but are you going to send them all? Why don't you go back to Ban Chong?

“Good, let's go. You guys won't take me to do anything bad.” I wanted to laugh but I couldn't. However, I'm a man. His brothers didn't seem like they were mean people. Isn't it okay?

“Alright, then you can go. The motorcycle should be fast. I have to be home before 8 p.m.,” I said, looking down at my watch again. It's already 7:55 p.m.

“Okay, go.”

Finally, I got on top of his motorcycle. A black helmet was placed on his head before he started the car and drove off in the direction I had instructed.

Three motorcycles were driving along the road, not as fast as the law required. We reached our destination safely, so I quickly jumped out of the bike and took off my helmet and gave it back to him. Another minute, 8 p.m. He narrowly reached home in time.

“Thank you very much, brothers. See you again.”

“Oh, good afternoon, Nong Kris. See you again.”

“Oh, you know my name. But I don't know any of you yet,” I said when one of the older guys waved goodbye to me.

“Oh, hey, my name is Arm. People overlapping file names The driver of the green car's name is Ya. As for the person that the younger brother came over with…”

“My name is Singto,” the deep voice closest to him interjected before P’Arm could introduce himself. I nodded my head in acknowledgment before raising my hands together to greet them.

“Hello, brothers. Nice to meet you officially and thank you very much for sending me.” I bowed my head and placed my hands on my chest, bowing my head until the tip of my thumb touched the tip of my nose before looking up at the seniors who looked like they were laughing.

“Oh, no need to pay homage to such beauty. I'm not trying to contest manners. Why are you in a hurry and not going into the house?" When P'Arm greeted him again, I immediately turned around and ran into the house. I forgot I was in a hurry, Chris.

“See you in the afternoon,” I shouted even though I had already run into the house. After closing the leak, he waved to his elders a few more times, then put the dog into gear and ran into the house, accompanied by the sound of the phone ringing again.

”Hello yo, Brother Cas. Chris is home,” I said without looking at the caller's name. There's only one person who calls me at times like this.

[Come home, I'll see you soon.]

“Oh, who is it?” I took the phone away from my ear to see the incoming number. Then I realized that it wasn't Cas, my brother. But who doesn't know that the voice is familiar? It was as if I had just heard this sound.

[We just separated recently. Have you forgotten your name? ] He replied as if he was hurt. This deep voice, is it Phi Singto?

“Brother Singto? Brother, that's right. Just now, that's right. I gave you my number. Aside from you selling my number, well, I'm giving it to my friend. Who wants your number?” I said quickly and asked a question.

[Yes, I told you, I won't sell it. I called here.]

“Then my friend sent me to Or did you ask for it yourself but referred to a friend?” I teased like that. He walked over and sat down on the sofa in the living room, looking for the older brother who was supposed to be standing in front of the giant, but there was no sign of life in the house.

[Yes, I'm referring to a friend.]

"What is it, brother? I didn't have time to listen. Where the hell is my brother? Oh, wait a moment, I'm on a second call." I switched calls to answer my older brother's call without being able to hear what Brother Singto was saying. Let's ask again.

[Kris is home, right? ] A fierce voice came over the phone before I could say anything. Before he could answer, his older brother's harsh voice interrupted him again.

[Today I have to do overtime, so I'm back late. Go get something to eat yourself. You don't have to wait. You can go out and buy something to eat or you can order it. Do you have money? Or let me transfer it to you. It's better to transfer it. I'll transfer the money to you. Wait two minutes, then eat and take a shower. I won't be back before 11:00 p.m. ] My brother spoke quickly and ended the call.

I still haven't had time to answer anything. This is it. I got into the habit of talking quickly because of my older brother. Set an example for your younger siblings to follow.

After the call ended, I looked at the screen again. The number I thought I'd hung up was still waiting for a call, so I pressed "Hold" and sent a greeting.

“Hello, I thought you had already put it away.”

[Well, Chris said it would be a while, so I'll wait.]

“Oh, I'm sorry, my brother called. So, isn't it a waste of money for you to call this number?"

[No, do you want me to put it down?]

“No, I'm just asking. If it's a waste of money, add me on Line. Calling Line doesn't cost money."

[Invited to call Line?]

“Why? Caller can see your face too. Don't you want to see my handsome face?" Why? I invited him to call without paying. What is he wondering? Just call. Just call.

[Okay, I'll add you.]

“Okay, then I'll hang up. I added him and greeted him immediately. I can accept your friend, just press call."

[ okay ]

I cut the call before opening the green application and accepting the new friend that popped up. It's not yet time to check the other party's account. The incoming call rang again. From the person I told him to call.

“Hi?”

[The voice is clear. Didn't you get scolded?]

"Haha, is my voice clear? Yes, my brother isn't fierce, but it's not good at all. I don't have anything to eat. I'm going out to buy something to eat. Have you eaten yet?"

[Not yet. I'm going to go find something to eat as well. Shall we go together? You're still in front of our house.] The voice that answered made me have to get up from the sofa and walk to look at the window.

A tall figure waved at me when he saw me open the window. His friends are all still here. What are you waiting for? Thieves?

"Why are you still here? Just a moment, brother." I'm not easy-going with anyone. I don't know. But I don't want to go alone. Having his elders with me is more reassuring, eh? Or are they going to trick me into selling them? No, maybe.

I walked out of the house after finishing my personal business. Sending smiles to the elders who were still in front of the house as before when they dropped me off.

“Hello, brother, why are you still here? I thought you guys had already gone back.”

“I was watching a dog look at the roof of his house and smile. Crazy in love to the point of delirium, my friend.” P'Arm said that before the other sibling, probably P'Ya (do you remember the name correctly, it's just P'Singto?//the author) whistled teasingly.

“Who are you? Don't you smile when you look at the roof?” I asked, raising my eyebrows suspiciously. The black helmet was placed on his head again, followed by a deep voice from its owner.

“They are delusional. Whatever we want to eat, I'll take you to eat.” The laughter of P'Singto's friends sounded like they were joking before starting the car and getting ready.

“I don't know. But I want to eat fried things. fried chicken and fried meatballs I don't want to eat.”

“Speak to the right person, Chris. Baan Ai Sing's meatballs are delicious, no flour, delicious, worth the price, hygienic, safe and chemical-free,” P' File said.

“Does your house sell meatballs? ” I asked before turning to look at the hat-wearing person standing in front of me. His brother nodded lightly. Then straddle the motorcycle

“Yes, but don't take me out to eat. Let's talk to you often before taking you home to eat,” he said softly while straddling the motorcycle. Makes me not able to listen well What's going on?

"What is it? I can't hear you."

“No, I'll take you to the market in front of the university.”

P'Singto drove me back home after taking me out to eat snacks until I was satisfied. Before going, he didn't forget to tell me to wait for the answer because he would call to say he had arrived home. To which I nodded and waved goodbye to the seniors who came with me.

I took a shower and washed my hair and body and then lay on the bed. My hand pressed and typed, replying to my older brother who said that he would be back later than expected tonight and had to close the house and sleep. Good thing I turned it off before taking a shower. Otherwise, I would definitely have to waste time walking down and closing the door again.

Rrrr

“Hello,” I said as soon as I answered the phone. You don't have to keep the other person waiting long because the phone is already in your hand.

[I've been home for a while now. I just went to help my father with his work.]

“Oh, I think you drove for a long time. I thought it was far from home."

[No, it's not that far. Are we going to sleep yet? ]

“Just a little while longer. I'm still not very sleepy. Do you want to take a shower first? ” I asked because he went to help at home and probably hadn't showered yet. It's already late. You'd better go take a shower or you'll feel sick. I don't have anyone to take me out to eat.

[Are you going to put it up already? ] Did I just imagine that it sounded like his voice had softened?

"No, I'm just letting you take a shower."

[No, this means I'll leave you on the phone and wait for you to go take a shower, right? ] Oh, just now his voice was still quiet. Now that sounds crafty.

“Well, if you still don't want me to put it down, you can call me. I don't have to talk to anyone,” I replied, laying down on the bed. His hand turned on the speaker and he placed the phone next to his pillow.

[Then please give me a moment. I'll come quickly. Don't go to sleep yet.]

I lay down and waited for Brother Singto. His hand reached out and picked up the notebook and turned it on. Put it on the bed and don't forget to pick up the charging cable and plug it in. Immediately, my eyes glanced at the mobile phone screen, where the light had dimmed indicating that the battery was low. I rolled my eyes and picked up the battery charger cable and plugged it in to charge. Waiting for Brother Singto's voice, it hasn't come yet.

If the battery dies and turns off, his voice will go quiet again. No, if you don't put it down and don't tell him, it's rude.

I continued to access the green app on my notebook and my phone's battery ran out. His eyes scanned the screen to see a group chat of friends discussing homework that was due on Monday.

Kristt :

Oh, isn't that subject sent on Wednesday?

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oss :

No, the teacher sent it on Monday.

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oss :

Are you so busy talking to the person who sent you home that you forget?

Kristt :

What, just forget?

Maprang Preaw: What is his name? I saw you come and practice lead too. Please send me home.

Maprang Preaw : Girlfriend, Chris?

Kristt :

Hey, I'm not a boyfriend.

I pursed my lips and looked at the message on the screen, turning my eyes to look at the screen that still had a call line on it.

[Chris, I'm here.]

tuk tak tuk tak

My heart was beating faster than I could tell. His voice and his friend's messages made me delirious.

I hurriedly shook my head to push the thoughts away, slamming my hand on my chest a few times to bring myself back to my senses.

“Yes, sir, my cell phone battery is dead. Have you taken a shower yet?”

[Yes, ummm, like this I probably have to put it up now, right? Why does the battery run out so quickly?] Here it is again, that humming sound again.

“Well, now I'm connected to Line with my notebook. If you still don't want to put it down.. ”

[Then I press hang first. Then call again. We press to answer the call on the notebook instead.]

" yes "

Damn, his voice just now sounded like he was begging me. That word is that.

Rrrr

I pursed my lips. Both hands came up and lightly patted my cheeks when the call came in. This time it was not a normal call but a video call.

“Yes.” I smiled at the screen that showed the image of Phi Singto. It was his face and the background was on the bed like mine. He's wearing a white t-shirt. With an unstyled hairstyle, his face looks younger and better looking.

[How are you? Are you still sleepy?]

I shook my head in response. His eyes shifted and read the group chat again.

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oss :

I'm not a fan, but he always comes to watch us practice.

฿

oss :

Do you call it coming to see us or should you call it coming to see Chris?

Maprang Preaw : They always buy snacks for me.

Maprang Preaw: Or did someone buy it for Chris?

฿

oss :

Send it to another house.

Sour Maprang: What is it like?

฿

oss :

Is this called flirting?

Kristt :

No flirting, no need to tease me, I'm going to sleep.

฿

eem :

Go to sleep or go talk to him.

฿

eem :

I saw that day he asked for my number.

Maprang Preaw: Why does Chris give a man's number so easily? Mummy will catch you soon.

Prote Aroi : That's enough, you two. Don't tease Chris.

Delicious Prote: Let your friend get your husband.

Kristt :

You all have enough. I'm going.

Everyone really bothers each other.

[Why is your face red like that, Chris? Who are you talking to?]

“Huh, no, brother, I'm fine. Just talking to a friend.” I turned my eyes back to the screen. Elder Singto looked suspicious, opening his mouth as if to ask something, but then quietened down.

“My friend was just joking about someone dropping me off at home. and talked about homework together.”

[Oh, heh heh?]

"Heh heh. What? Hey, are you sleepy?"

[Still, is Chris sleeping? His face looks tired.]

“Just a moment, I'm not sleepy at all,” I replied and turned to look at the group chat again. We still haven't finished teasing each other. It's really worth cursing these guys.

My eyes read before I felt that P'Singto was quiet, so I turned my eyes back to look at the camera again. I met his older brother's eyes looking through the screen. Probably because it was through the camera lens. So I couldn't guess what his eyes were like.

But suddenly something happened. Call it doubt or something, I don't know. So let's just say that I was annoyed with his demeanor and eyes.

“How are you? I'm going to pick you up and drop you off. Ok, my friend asked for my number. Or are you asking for it?”

“How do you agree? Brother or friend, please.”

[And if you say that I asked for it myself? What will Chris say?]

Tuk Tak Tak Tuk

“Whatever, I just want to know. In conclusion, I'm asking for it."

[ yes ]

I pursed my lips, not daring to look directly at the screen. My hand accidentally gripped the bedsheet, I don't know why my face was so hot.

“Then why do you ask to go?”

[I'm so naive that I really don't know. Or do you want me to talk to you, Chris?]

“I really don't know.” I gripped the sheets even tighter, feeling so tense I couldn't tell. My heart was beating very fast. I have heart disease. Why does my heart feel like it's about to burst out? Is it exciting? Is it embarrassing? I've never felt like this before. What is it?

[The child is so cute]

“What is it?”

[No, it's just Chris doing a gesture to show you affection. It's so cute.]

“I haven't done anything yet. What do I do when?”

[ Never mind, Chris can talk to his friends first. P doesn't mind ]

"Oh, just don't answer me. So, are you going to change the subject?"

[I'm sure you want the answer right now] That's it. His voice is very cunning. It's like a wolf deceiving a lamb to eat.

“Oh, I don't want to, I don't want to talk to you anymore. I'd rather read comics."

I turned away from looking at the screen and instead pressed the mobile phone that was charging next to me. Press open a cartoon in one app and read it when the new writer is up, ignoring the laughter of the people on the line until the picture cuts out.

[Chris, Chris! ] A loud voice woke me up. Blinking my eyes, the voice still hadn't stopped, so I had to move my eyes to look for the source of the sound and saw the face of Singto, who was standing close to the camera in the notebook that was placed there.

“Uh.. yes, I fell asleep. Didn't you hang up the phone?" I asked, raising my hand to rub my eyes. P'Sing gave him a small smile before shaking his head.

[No, you fell asleep.] I nodded my head in acknowledgment and picked up my phone to look at the notification from the cheerleading group.

“Oh, I fell asleep. I suspect it's because I practiced hard. But today I don't have to practice. I'm holding back for one day off,” I said and looked up from the mobile screen to look at P'Sing who nodded and answered me. He was in exactly the same clothes as last night. He probably woke up shortly before me because today is Saturday.

[Then I'm free today.]

“Yes, why?”

[Let's go for a drive. I saw that Suan Somboon has a new shop.]

"Really, let's go. Let me take a shower first." My eyes lit up. I really liked going outside. I don't like the house. Don't tell me.

[Yes, I'm going to take a shower, then I'll be at the front of the house in an hour.] P'Singto said and got up, took off his shirt, and threw it in another direction, which I guessed was a laundry basket.

“I'm here to take off something. Go ahead! See you there! ” I cut the call down before seeing anything more than a broad chest. I felt a strange heat flicker in my face until I had to raise my hand and lightly slap my cheek to regain consciousness and run into the bathroom.

I finished taking a shower and got dressed and walked out in front of the house. P'Singto has already parked his trusty motorcycle and is waiting. So I greeted him with a smile and opened the house to see him.

“You came so quickly, I thought you weren't there yet.” I walked up to the car and Singto put on a helmet for me. It smells new. Did you buy it new?

"I'm afraid Chris will wait a long time. Let's go."

“Eh, brother, what are you saying, isn't it perfectly beautiful and open in the afternoon? I've only gone in the evening. Or has it been open since morning?” I asked but stepped up behind him.

“I'm not sure. Let's go look at it first.”

It is fortunate that my province is not a province with many buildings. There are still some shady paths, otherwise the sun would definitely burn me until I melted in P'Singto's car.

All along the way the car drove slowly. I myself am not in a hurry. Brother Singto, the driver, doesn't seem to be in a hurry either. All the way, I kept looking. both trees and buildings It felt so comforting to say the least. I don't know if I feel comfortable coming out for a ride. Or is it because of the driver? But I'd rather not. Don't think too far away.

Brother Singto himself still hasn't said anything. I don't want to think too much or frustration will occur and my face will break.

“It hasn't opened yet, what should I do?” Brother Singto asked when the car stopped in front of the provincial park. The large square that is part of the market has not really opened as expected.

"I don't know, right now I'm hot and hungry too. Are you hungry? I want to eat meatballs." I was speechless and starting to feel hungry. My stomach growled and I suddenly thought of what P'Singto's friends had said yesterday that their house sells meatballs. I suddenly wanted to eat.

"So.. do you want to go to my house? My house sells meatballs."

"Can you go? Let's go, I'm starving." I smiled and stretched out to sit on the back of him, indicating that I was ready to continue the journey.

“Then I'll call my friend to come see you. Let them buy some snacks. The two of us go together or Kris won't dare stay with you."

"You call me, I haven't said anything yet." I heard P'Singto's voice laugh aloud before calling to make an appointment for his friends to meet him at my house before getting out of the car, teasing me with another sentence but I don't know what. I wasn't paying attention. I was hungry. I was hungry. I was hungry.

“If you don't mind me saying that we're just the two of us, that's enough, hehe.”

Wait a minute.

I watched a large factory leak open. P'Singto drove his motorcycle inside and passed a large factory. At the back, he encountered a large house behind the factory.

“When you say the house sells meatballs, do you mean it's a meatball factory?” I asked, standing down and surveying the whole place. Behind the factory there is a small fence and a lawn. There are big trees and a small basketball court, enough for everyone to play on. There was a parking lot and a large white house nearby. Very shady because of a few more big trees near the house and a nice wooden swing to sit on.

Like this, it's like he brought me to his house. Huh. At first I thought it was a small meatball shop selling meatballs. This is a meatball factory.

“Yes, there are pork meatballs, fish meatballs, and seaweed meatballs. What do we want to eat? So I can make it right. ” Brother Singto replied casually, his large hand sending him to take off his helmet when he saw that I was too busy looking and not taking off my helmet.

“Oh, then take the pork meatballs. Please take a lot. I'm very hungry. I don't mind going anywhere."

“Haha, yes, go. Follow me.” Brother Singto turned and put his helmet on the car and walked me into the house to the living room. His house looks very good. The furniture and various items look the same, different from my house. My house is small and there's a lot of stuff. But his house is very big and very tidy.

“Chris, wait for me here. I'll go make some meatballs for you,” P'Singto told me and put down his bag. Picked up the phone and pressed, it looked like his friends were already coming.

"Okay." I sat playing the game and waited for P'Singto to disappear. Not long after, I heard a loud commotion coming from the front of the house, followed by the bodies of P'Singto's friends who walked in carrying bags of snacks and drinks.

“Hello, brothers,” I raised my hand in greeting. “What did you buy?”

“Oh, good, sir. Let me buy you something to eat. Said someone is hungry. I don't want you to just eat meatballs or your stomach won't be full,” P'Arm replied, smiling mockingly.

“Come on, how did we come to stay here? Definitely Han.”

“You guys seem to talk a lot. Do you want to go talk to me?" Brother Singto crossed his arms over his chest and looked at his friend silently from the other side. His friends quickly shut their mouths but laughed loudly. Then walked over and sat with me. His hand opened the bag and picked up some snacks and handed them to me.

“Thank you.” I took it and ate it easily. Well, the person was hungry.

“Go thank that bastard. It's not your money," said Sing's friend.

“Oh, but what is your name?”

"Little Chris, please remember. How could someone so handsome forget your name? My name is File, that guy Ya, the person who answered us just now, Arm."

“I remember you, I'm just not sure which ones' names, so ask to be sure,” I answered and lowered my head to eat the snack, avoiding P'Fil's disbelieving gaze. He just laughed but didn't say anything further.

Not long after, Brother Singto walked out with a plate of fragrant meatballs. His friends who were interested in mobile games all turned to look.

“Boo has been gone for a long time. You only got boiled meatballs, you bastard?” P'Arm

“Very bad, my friend,” Phi File

“But I want to eat too. Please let me eat it. Normally, you guys make me do it all the time,” Brother Ya said, reaching out to pick up a fork to dip into the meatballs, but Brother Singto was quicker, holding the plate out of Brother Ya's reach.

“No, I'm giving it to you guys. You guys go and cook it yourself. Moreover, my house meatballs are delicious. Just boiling it is delicious. If you don't believe Chris, try it." P'Sing turned and placed the plate in front of him. So I nodded and picked up a fork and popped the boiled meatball into my mouth.

Very soft, fragrant with kaffir lime leaves and a sweet, fragrant taste. The meatballs are bouncy but soft and chewy. Really delicious, just as he said.

Huh, I like it. I'll eat it all by myself. It's delicious.

“How are you, Chris? Is it delicious?”

“I shouldn't have asked, bastard. Look at Nong Man's face. I'm hungry. I'm going to go make something to eat." P'Ya said then got up and walked away into the direction P'Sing had just come out from.

I smiled and popped a few more meatballs into my mouth. I chewed until my cheeks puffed out because it was so delicious that I didn't want to answer. So I took the plate and put it on my lap and ate it alone, not sharing with anyone. Brother Singto looked at me and smiled and then sat down on the floor in front of the sofa where I was sitting. Having fun chatting with friends and letting me eat my meatballs in peace until the plate was finished.

“Let's play a game.”

"Oh, come on, just a moment," P'Singto got up and went to pick up things and returned with a famous brand of wireless headphones.

“Hey, do you use headphones like this?” My eyes widened when I looked at those wireless headphones clearly. Just the way I want it. But the price is several thousand baht. High school students like me still have to save up money first because it is quite expensive.

“Yes, I bought it new myself, does Chris have it?”

"No, it's expensive. I want to be able to save up money to buy it. Doesn't it have a nice sound?" My eyes widened, I looked at it with interest and Brother Singto held it in front of me.

“Let's connect it to our machine and listen. You can play with your friends without wearing headphones.”

“Really, can you?” I was excited, immediately took the headphones and connected them to my phone, then put them on my head, positioning the headphones in place. Open the song and try the sound immediately.

“Wow, the sound is really good.” I praised because the sound was very beautiful. The bass is good too. Not too high, not too bass, I like it very much.

I kept clicking to change the songs so I stopped at the song "Love You", one of my favorite songs, then looked up at P'Singto who smiled at me and then sat down in the same place playing games with his friends.

[I want to get to know you. I want you to get to know me. I want to be your lover. I want you to turn around and look at me.] P'Singto raised his head and looked into my eyes. Smiling, he lowered his head and continued playing the game in a relaxed manner, which made my heart beat irregularly.

[It's like I'm a normal person. I'm not mean. If I try to get along with you, I'll take good care of you.

Feelings: You are a special person. I want you to try loving. I want you to know that love is

So she sang to the tune of Cha Dee Da. If I become your girlfriend, I will take good care of you.

Because he thinks that he loves her completely, he must be soft-hearted. If so, I'll ask you once.. ]

Why does my heart beat so hard? It's so strong, I can't take it. I feel like my heart is about to pop out of my chest.

[Can you move in? Move closer together Move your relationship to love me.

Let's try dating together, shall we? Shake until your heart beats in sync. You will be happy. You will have only me, my love.]

I looked down at the lyrics on my phone. You pursed your lips as you felt the heat begin to pool on your face. The headphones are really good because now I can only hear the music. I couldn't hear my friends talking at all.

But when you feel like you're being stared at So I had to look up and saw P'Singto who was saying something. He looked me in the eye who looked up and then turned around and raised his hand to hit his friend on the back. The elders were laughing and having fun, not knowing what they were talking about. I only saw P'Singto's face that looked like it had faint red streaks on it.

Even though he has two-tone skin But his face was red all the way to his ears. It was so obvious that I had to take out my headphones and ask him about his condition.

“What's wrong with Brother Sing? Your face is red. Are you sick?”

“Haha, he listens to the music so loud that he can't hear you. I'm laughing.”

“Nothing, I'm just hot.” ​​P'Sing raised his foot and kicked P'Arm, who was sitting nearby. His older friends laughed even more.

"What are you talking about? I can't hear anything. Please tell me."

"Nothing, let's just listen to the song." I nodded. Put the headphones back on. But this time I turned on the music softer. To be able to hear the elders talking instead of turning up the volume as usual. I started not being able to concentrate on listening to music. My heart was wondering what the hyungs were secretly saying to me, so I pretended to keep looking at the lyrics while my ears tried to listen carefully to their chatter.

[ Think about it if you're still free. Invite her to try and prove it. You will love me, I guarantee.]

"I'll tell you, what are you waiting for?"

“Guys, don't hurry. I already told you.”

"You're a badass. Come tell him while he listens to the song. You badass, will you change your name? A lion is a bird, a sparrow."

"Am, Ai Ha," P'Singto looked like he was about to kick his friend again. But I have to look at the lyrics and I can't see the brothers. What the heck are they? What are they? I'm so confused.

[Because I thought I loved you completely. You must be soft-hearted. Then I ask you again.. ]

“Chris, I made a deposit in front of my friend first. They'll steal it. But let's talk more and I'll tell you again.”

[Can you move in? Move closer together Move your relationship to love me.]

“I like Kris.”

[Let's try dating together, shall we? Shake until your heart beats in sync.]

“Wow, you speak so softly, are you whispering?”

[You will only be happy. You will have only me, my love..]

“I like Kris! ”

"Hey, little smile, did you hear that?"

“I definitely heard it.”

“Uh, Chris, did you hear that?”

I let out a smile because I couldn't stop it. My heart was beating so hard it seemed like it was going to burst out of my chest. The song ends just in time, making me hear P'Singto very clearly. I can't stand it. How can P'Sing tell me he likes me while I'm listening to a song like this? I'm going crazy. I think I'm embarrassed right now. What should I do? Say I didn't hear it or just tell me. that I have heard What should I do? What should I do?

"Hey Chris, did you hear that?" P'Arm waved his hand in front of my face, so I had to look up and look at the brothers. He pretended to raise his eyebrows as if he was curious and took out his headphones.

“What? ” I asked, looking at the faces of the brothers and then stopping at Brother Singto's face. His face was clearly red, all the way to his ears. Probably no different from me. I could feel that my face was very hot, like I could hear a loud sizzling sound.

“Did you hear what you guys said just now?” P'Arm asked.

“What are you talking about? I keep listening to the song "Is it smooth? Is it smooth?"

“What makes you smile when you listen to music?”

“Oh, it's a cute song, hyung. I love you, have you ever listened to it? It's cute,” I replied, clicking the song back to the middle of the song and then turning the screen back to show the elders.

“Just like this, what do you think you're smiling about?” P' File smiled and glanced at P' Singto who was just sitting quietly.

“I want to eat meatballs again.”

“Then I'll go do it for you,” P'Singto said and got up, so I got up and followed him.

“I'm going to help.”

"It's okay, I'll do it myself."

“Then I'll go as a friend.”

“I don't want you to be friends.”

“Then I can go be your boyfriend now.”

“Huh!” His friends cheered in unison when I slapped a joke at Phi Singto. As for the person who got hit, they looked at me as if they were going to take me and make it into a ball and throw it away.

“So, did you hear that, Chris?” Brother Singto asked, his eyes were very dazzling. It's like a wolf catching a sheep and eating it.

“Ahhh, the song ended just in time, so I could hear it, but it wasn't clear at all. Please try saying it again. I'll make sure I heard correctly or not.” I raised my eyebrows at Brother Singto angrily, hoping to see his red face and red ears again.

"Say it. What did you say just now? Say it."

But instead of him blushing like he did just a moment ago, it turned out that Singto walked closer to me and leaned his face closer until they were even. A pair of sharp eyes looked into my eyes for a moment before saying the next sentence that made people blush, it wasn't him anymore.

“I like Kris. Let's try dating each other, shall we? ”

I made eye contact with Brother Singto like that. His face was so hot that even his heart couldn't stop beating faster. I don't know what it is. I'm not sure if I like him or not. I don't know what the story will be like next. But I definitely like the feeling right now. When I saw his face, my heart felt like it would jump out.

It's that I like him, right? So let me give it a try. Let's see what our story will be like next. I also want to know what love is. And look now Someone will come and help teach me about love.

“Yes, Brother Singto, I agree.”

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