Chapter 3 : Round Two

This way, please. Come in. Come in."

"Well, Ai'Type, let's cheer you up. If thereis

no free drink today, my fist can be prepared for you for free."

"Of course, there's alcohol, Ai'No went to buy

more."

Now that the war is in its second week, the

fag roommate went home for the weekend, so

Type has time to study how to deal with him for two days. At the beginning of Monday, Type had already made a plan with the deputy commander.

Ai'No. The soldiers they expropriated were not

other people, but their high school friends.

At first, he didn't mention the fact that he and

Techno were the only two people admitted to this university, but he had attended another school, and there was a classmate and a non-classmate here. Now these two guys were sitting in the middle of the dormitory.

"Here comes the beer you want. Oooei, Ai' Aom, Ai'Team, how fast you come!"

At that time, Techno opened the door and

came in. Although he was not in a class with

them, he also greeted his alumni intimately

Aom, a Sport Science student, was on the

same team as Type when he was in high school.

It's not surprising that Techno was familiar with him, because they were on the same color team before. As for Team, although in different classes, in different colors and in different schools (Team is in Mathematics Faculty), he also played for the team, and they both played the ball and butt together. Now, these two silly men unconsciously ignore the existence of Type and completely regard the place as their dormitory.

"I'm here because you have free drinks." Aom

said as he opened Techno's hand and held the

plastic bag containing beer, soda and ice (he

tried to hide it), Team frowned and said:

"You don't mean to ask for help. If you dont,

you'll kill yourself and show it me. Hurry up".

"Are you here to help me, or you are because

there is free beer to drink?".

"Of course, I'm here to help you. I'm here to

find my good friend"' As he said, the white boy,

the team with big black glasses, was the first to sit on the Japanese table, reached for the bag in Techno's hand, and said:

"Where's your cup? Hurry up. I need water"

Crack! Type immediately hit him on the head:

"Want to drink water or drink, rich people." He

took the cup and shared it with his friends.

The cheeky Aom was still sitting on the

Japanese table, no matter whose table it is,

Techno came and whispered to his friend:

"Is this ok?"

"Yes! Type answered loudly to his ears and

eyes were shining. As long as he think of Tharn coming back and seeing him having a party in the dormitory, with beer and food, he will be furious. Don't think that there is only one day. As long as he doesn't move away, he will have to bear to have a dormitory party every day. Wait and see.

"Oh, Type, does your roommate mind if you

invite us here for a drink?"

Shocked!

Techno thinks he was not afraid of Type, but

Type's bullying and luring two people who don't know how they were involved in a war, coupled with his beautiful voice, made him stiffeen.

"No, my roommate is kind-hearted and broad-minded like the sea, but he doesn't say

anything when he asks his friends to drink".

On the contrary, it must be satire. AiType is

so fvcking satire!

Techno swallowed a mouthful of saliva and

backed back a little bit. Originally, he just wanted to help his friend, but when he saw Type answering the questions, he wanted to turn around and go home immediately, as if the owner of the dormitory was going to kill him due his association.

What the hell is that!

"AIType which one is your bed?" Aom asked,

Type smiled, pointing to the bed with the killer

poster.

That's not your bed, Type!

Techno can only lament in his heart,

watching the same alumni jump into the bed with a big bag of happy potato chips and eat like that on the bed. Tonight, ants may visit the owner of the bed, Techno could only cover his face.

"I thought that bed was yours. You like to

listen to this band!"

"Well, I ike to listen to their music recently".

I won't tell you if you lie, but your smile is

terrible!

Deputy Commander Techno can only tell

himself to let it go. This job is not going to let him stretch out one leg to help him, but to pull him into the fire pit sincerely!

"Do you remember Bank? Now that he has a

wife, she is so brave that she moved together

with him just three days after she met each

other.

"Fvck, Bank, that silent schoolboy?"

"Well, the one who was in same dorm with

us?"

Tharn also thought that Type must find

something to drive him out of the dormitory.

Therefore, just at the door, the sound in the room aroused his suspicion. He thought that what the computer was playing was loud, so he was ready to push the door, but he was stunned by the sight!

It's not like his room was ransacked. There are four people in the narrow space. Everyone has beer on his hand, and in the middle is the garbage of snacks. Even if someone is still sleeping in his bed, don't be surprised. Tharn's eyebrows were twisted into a twist.

"Hooei, your friend." A friend poked at the

laughing Type.

Type didn't notice that he came back,

glanced sideways and pretended this was

unexpected. He smiled:

"Oh, you're back. Er, my friends came to me

and borrowed our room for this gathering" In

normal times, Type smiled with his gums

exposed and made a friendly voice. Tharn felt

good too, but he was smiling with a knife in his back. He also raised his glass to provoke, and Tharn, the drummer, pinched his fist.

"Ah, Er, your friend is back, so l'll go back

first".

Techno happily said that if he was not

grabbed by Type's clothes, he would run away as soon as possible.

"Why do you hurry back? It's not even eight

o'clock. Ooh, it's good to go to bed early and get up early. My roommate didn't say anything was wrong, did he?" When saying the last sentence, Type turned to look back at Tharn and asked Tharn's clenched fist gradually relaxed.

You know what he's going to do by looking at him.

"Well,I didn't say. It's very lively" As soon as

Tharn entered the door, his eyes were full of

provocation, but he didn't see Type making a big noise. He put his bag on a chair and smiled at one of his friends.

"Can l join?"

"Oooei! But... "

Oooei, come on, Type do you have any extra

cups? Didn't wait for Type to answer no, the

friend reclining on his bed immediately answered loudly, turned his head to smile at him, and introduced himself.

"I am Aom, a high school classmate of Type".

"My name is Team."

"Well, I'm No" This friend seems to know about him and Type.

"And you?"

"AITharn" Tharn replied in a friendly tone, not

cold at al1, but jokingly added: "What are you

doing in my bed?".

"Huh? Your bed.. AiType didn't you fvcking

say this is your bed? ldiot, you play prank with

me!" as Aom shouted, he immediately jumped up from the bed, sat on the ground, and said to Tharn in an apologetic tone: "I'm sorry. I thought it was Type's bed. Don't be angry".

"No, it's a small thing" Even though Tharn

remembers his revenge, he may show that he is just right for someone, so he shrugged and

pretends not to care.

"You are such a nice person as Type said"

"Eh, Type complimented me?" Tharn turned

to see that his roommate has clenched his fist. He doesn't need to think about how much Type wanted to crush him. His face turned green.

"I didn't!"

"Hey, come on, Type, just now you praised

him for being nice, what did you say, Team, what did he just say?"

"He said you were a good man and broad-

minded" Type's face seems to want to kill

everyone here. His face is purple. Tharn smiles and approaches him. He seems to say that he hurt the harmony carefully, but he spits out another sentence in his mouth:

"Thank you for your praise. I didnt expect you to praise me like that. The voice is friendly, but the eyes were full of ridicule, making Type really want to find a crack to turn in, he said

angrily.

"I'Il get some more food!"

"Hey, bring me some beans." Aom shouted,

but before he finished, the dormitory door was

closed heavily, and the people in the room looked at each other.

"What's his anger?" Team asked.

At this time, Tharn scanned the dormitory

and thought:

The behavior is extremely stupid, but ignore

him first.

"Then I'l help Type carry things.' Tharn said.

Bang!

"....."

"Ah ah ah ah ah, I'm going crazy!".

Tharn had not been out of the dormitory for

five seconds. Techno, who had been sitting

quietly eating, stretched out his legs and lay on the ground, and kept kicking the floor. It was really suffering. Friends thought his behavior was strange and said:

"What are you doing?"

"I'm stressed, I'm stressed!" The other two

don't know what he was talking about, only

Techno kicked impatiently. They don't know how terrible the eyes of Type Tharn just now are.

If the eyes can kil, he must have died several times

Why, why do I have to be sandwiched between flammable and explosive materials!

"I think we need to talk"

"Ha"

Downstairs, Tharn ran to catch up with the

Type who just left the dormitory door. The voice says coldly. The short speech makes the other party only impatiently make a "ha" sound stuck in his throat. Type doesn't seem to want to talk to him, so Tharn goes on:

"You are such a kindergarten child!"

..

"No, you are like a children sucking his

thumb!" (lt means not weaned.)

Crackle!

This time, the man walking in front stopped

and finally turned around to stare at him fiercely. Tharn put his hands on his chest:

"What do you think of your childish behavior

is going to do anything to me?"

Type stared at him, smiled when he

slammed the door because he is too angry, and screamed: "If what I do doesn't affect you, you wouldn't come here with me, fvcker!"

Uh.

After listening to the scornful words of the

man in front of him, Tharn was gnashing his

teeth with hatred. He was just calm on the

outside. Deep inside, he had already exploded.

Besides, Type also invaded his personal field,

such as his bed, but he had to calm down. If he showed anger, he would lose now.

Don't follow his rhythm, don't follow his

rhythm, AITharn.

"So what, do you think I will move away

because you call some friends to destroy the

dormitory?" Type wanted to educate him

immediately. Didn't worry about who will see

them here now, because there are few figures

downstairs in the boys' dormitory in the middle of the night, so naturally don't worry about the rumor that he and the two fags were wandering downstairs in the middle of the night.

"I think it's good. Oh, I should tell them you're

gay. I also want to know how Aom and the team will react.

"You go ahead then!"

Before Type finished, Tharn immediately

intervened, showing a fearless look, as if to say don't think this threat is useful to me. Type narrowed his eyes, Tharn said persua- -sively: "But think about it from another angle.

If your friends know that you and gay man have lived for a week, what will they think..?"

Type roar: "T'm not like you!"

Type grabbed the other man's collar and

doesn't need anyone to translate these words. He also knows what Tharn wants to express. If he tells others that Tharn is gay, he will be doubted whether he has any unusual relationship with him. The angry Type tells himself that even if he hates gay, he can't be misunderstood as a gay man himself.

"I'm not gay, never!" Type picked up Tharn's

collar and said coldly that the southern child

Type had sharp and fierce eyes and seemed to lose patience. Tharn smiled.

Tharn's laughter was cold and frightening,

without a trace of happiness. He pushed away

his hands holding his collar, put his face close to Type, and looked at him and said:

"Then you'd better be careful. Don't forget,

you and GAY...in a dormitory!!"

"Shit, Ai'Bastard!"

After that, the one who didn't stand up roared. At that time, the handsome fist waved quickly. Although Type's neck dodged a little, the high bridge of his nose like the Great Wall rubbed

his skin, leaving a burning warmth. But within

seconds, the Type who hated gays hit back.

Bang!

"Damn, what are you doing?!" Type roared,

his fist is caught by the other side, his anger is not gone, he is preparing to use the other hand to punch, but is interrupted:

"You are getting awfully lose to me, be

careful of being infected with homosexuality!"

After listening, Type quickly backed up a few

steps, broke away from the pulled arm, looked

ferocious, wiped the face with the back of his

hand, and said with disgust on his mouth:

"If you dare, I'l kick you to the ground!" The

drummer looked calm, but he doesn't want to be outdone.

"You said that I can drill as long as there is a

hole, but you also have a hole..." Tharn raised his mouth, lowered his head and looked at Type's body. His eyes turned to Type:

"... Even if I want to poke your hole, what's

wrong with that?"

"Fvck you XX!!" Type was speechless. He

rushed over, grabbed the other man's clothes

with one hand, and is about to hit him with his

other hand. A voice came out.

"Hello, what are you doing? Which dormitory

are you from?"

The security guard on patrol yelled, flashed

at them, and Type suppressed his anger. He

turned his fist back and pushed Tharn. Tharn

stepped back. He knew that if he fought now,

there would only be a steady stream of problems to deal with. Although he hated him, he could not destroy his university life.

"It's OK, Phi. We're friends. Saying hello."

Tharn replied that he stretched out his hand to straighten out the clothes, and the security guard still looked at them incredulously:

"What happened just now?"

"It's really nothing, phi, just like... friend...

saying hello casually" When it comes to the word "friend", Type was gnashing his teeth and nauseous. Are he and I friends? Enemies in previouslives were more appropriate.

Those dirty words really make people angry. Even those who are angry can't pretend to be friends.

"Are you sure?"

"Sure, Phi, I just am going to 7-11" Type firmly replied, looking at the direction of the

convenience store, he thought: before turning

around and going in another direction, before

teaching the roommate a lesson, let him and the security guard explain.

If you want to bother me, it's time for me to

teach you a lesson, asshole Type!

Tharn bought a lot of food and walked

calmly into the dormitory door, but the one who came back first started to do something again.

"Ah, ah, ah, [kimochi]l" A/N if you watch

Japanese GV or Av then you know what Kimochi means.

Listen to the groaning Tharn knew what those four people are looking at with their laptops in the dormitory.

"Hello, your roommate is back. Please ask

him for his opinion. Can we watch AV, Tharn?"

The team who was sitting peeling the roasted

peanuts turned around and asked, but Type

interrupted:

"Ask him why, I said can see, here in here, I

open to you to see it means its okay"

Can't you spell "getting along???" The

speaker, the unknown person, looked back at

Type, and couldn't believe that he was such a

person. But Type just shrugged, with a mockery and a tough attitude.

"I said he's a good man. No matter what I do,

he won't move out.

"Have you become such a person now? I told

you that you should learn to "get along" when

living together".

"Is that what a dog who jumped in someone

else bed would say? Aom?" Before Aom could

get down, he was "popped" by Type. His face was so sore that he was ready to cry. He reached out to look at the screen and stopped making trouble. Then Aom saw the person standing at the door and said:

"Come and watch it, too. Type says it's nice".

"It's a waste of saliva when you invite him.

He's not interested!" When Type interrupts his

friend again, he looks pitifully at Tharn. As for

Tharn, he puts his food on the Japanese table

and comes to sit next to Type and says:

"Who says I'm not interested?"

"But you..

"What about me?" Tharn stared at the Type

he was about to open, but he had time to change his mouth. The dissatisfied words of Type choked in his throat and turned to his friend and said:

"No, Techno, why are you sitting there, No

was shocked. He looked at Tharn. He is also

stared back at. Techno murmured why it's me.

Then he jumped up to click play.

Since then, everyone's eyes have focused on

the screen, Techno matter how plump the

Women on the screen are, the Type doesnt feel at all, because it can't be clearer, why you don't know when you see the silly men nearby!!

"AiType, is this the movie you have? I don't

feel very good watching it!" Before ten minutes of watching, Team shook its head, smacked its lips and said the scene wasn't good-looking, but didn't wait for Type to answer. Tharn said:

"Want to watch mine?"

"No!"

As soon as Tharn finished speaking, Type

immediately replied and looked at Tharn

defiantly. This bastard won't watch AV. He only watches GV. He doesn't like forest and bush. Wait a moment. If he opened that kind of video, Type will definitely dismantle the dormitory.

"But I'm interested" Before the war started

again, Aom seemed to be interested in saying

that he pushed Type's head with his hand to

make Type move forward. A handsome person like Tharn likes to see which Type, and wants to try it.

"But if I don't see it, I'l be disgusted!"

"Disgusting?"

"Because he is a man." Type shut up again

and watch Team make an expression of "you mix yourself in again, I'll kill you". My friend is more curious, and his voice looks forward to asking curiously

"What do you mean, what's disgusting, Tharn? Do you like SM or abnormal? Type can't stand it. It's so handsome, but you like those things.

Tharn smiled and didn't speak. He turned on his computer, clicked on a favorite, and put it

in front of the guests.

"You have to have a try. You'll be fascinated."

"Fascinated with that fvck, I don't look at it!"

Type yelled and hurriedly walked away from the table. At the thought of the video of exploding chrysanthemums being opened, he had goosebumps and sweats. He quickly got away but he was curious about what Tharn wanted to show. So he stood beside the bed and observed.

At this time, an office building appeared on

the computer screen. It was Japan. There was a female employee in a tight professional suit.

Her chest was big and her hips were cocked, and her sunglasses came from her. She bowed to say hello to this and that. When she bowed down, her underwear came out.

Just look at this Aom and call: "This is good-

looking, this must be seen!"

"I think this is a double penetration battle!"

Team looked down to the screen and said that to Techno, who was afraid to say that he didn't

know what picture he would see, was also

attracted to the screen. The more the woman in the film was scolded by the boss, the more two or three men in the room were hissing and hissing, their eyes were fixed on the screen, like a three-year-old child watching an animated film.

Type, sitting next to Tharn, frowns and sounds through his teeth:

"Are you bisexual?"

"No, I don't like women. The drummer's tone

was positive. After listening, Type narrowed his eyes and wanted to kick the dead frustrating guy sitting next to him. He asked doubtfully:

"Then why do you have that thing? Don't tell

me that you usually use it to scam some fools" Type shrugged, raised his glass and took a sip. Tharn raised his handsome face and smiles at Type. At this time, Type's expression changes from confusion to uneasiness, so Tharn thinks:

Good good, he doesn't trust me!

"The question you asked just now, yes, Im not interested in GV" Tharn came a little closer, not in a joking tone:

"But now I'm a little bit interested in people

watching GVs." Don't want to know who Tharn is talking about at this time. His hair bristles up and his pupils dilate. His reaction startled his friends around him.

"What the fvck!"

Yeah, he just said something, just thinking

about it, he's going to puke.

"Well, don't make me impatient" Tharn said. He lifted his glass and drank up.

"You trying intimidate me?" Type.

"Ah, Type, please be quiet. I'm hooked by it.

I'm just coming around to feel things in my pants. If you can stop talking, pour out the beer and shut up!" A friend complained that they didn't look back to see the two owners of the dormitory were about to fight again. Type really wanted to kill these bad friends.

Crack! Type slapped Team in the back.

"Hooei!" Team screamed.

"How annoying you are!" Type scolded him.

l asked you to help me, not to help yourself,

bastard!

The more fidgety you are, the more alcohol

you drink, the more attention you pay to the

screen, the less time you have for the other

person. And the louder Tharn laughed, the more fidgety Type gets, but does he not know? He is putting himself in danger now!

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