Chapter 36 : The Real Identity

"What's wrong with you? How can you be so impatient?"

"Leave me alone!"

"Uh, are you going to talk to your friends like that later?"

When the sun was at its fiercest at noon, Techno saw that Type was furiously stabbing a sausage with a bamboo stick, that look that looked like he was ready to attack someone at any moment, this kid had been in a bad mood since yesterday. He said in a serious tone to Type, reminding him not to be like that.

"Good!" Type picked up the bamboo stick again and stabbed it at the sausage, making a frightening sound as he slowly took him out of the bag and sent him into his mouth.

"You look terrible today!"

"Well?" Type replied, and with a shudder in his heart, Techno sat a little closer to Type.

"''Er, forget it, don't count with you. I came to ask if I could tell JJ and them that you were dating Tharn?"

What?

"Hey, Type, you calm down."

Techno felt a bamboo stick being held against his neck, and Type asked in a low voice like a demon.

"What did you just ask me?"

"No...No, just pretend you didn't hear me, it was my mouth that didn't open the door."

"So trying to make my hand slip is it?" Type threatened, and Tech Techno was still struggling to move the bamboo stick away from his neck. He asked with great puzzlement.

"Aren't you already in a relationship with Tharn? How could it not be known?"

"Hmm!" Type had only returned one sentence, and the birthday present thing had been enough to upset him, and now he had to agonize over his friend having to tell his ex-girlfriend about himself. Better to let him speak for himself than to kill him.

Type's annoyance was written all over his face, and Techno didn't pursue him any further.

"Don't you think Tharn he's miserable too?"

"Where's the pity, if we let him go and tell people he's gay, he'll be just as reluctant, okay?" Type knew that he and Tharn had talked before, and Tharn had made it clear that he wanted to go public with their fling, or at least tell those close to him as well, but Type was reluctant; he didn't want to be seen with a man.

Just because Tharn doesn't fear the eyes of others doesn't mean he does too.

"That's true...so what's bothering you, anyway? Could it be a hot love affair with a boyfriend?" Techno asked, actually he didn't quite dare ask for the exit, after all Type still had the bamboo stick in his hand.

"Hot love what ah hot love, want to kill him is almost."

"Ow! Why is that?" Knowing full well that Techno would ask that, he wouldn't tell Type even if he did.

Should he be told that someone knows his boyfriend better than he does? Telling him someone gave their boyfriend a better birthday present than their own? I wouldn't say it to death.

"A fight? Uh, is it the birthday thing? Didn't you say he was going home to celebrate his birthday with his family and couldn't come out with us?"

"... "Type decided not to answer Techno's question and let him misunderstand that Tharn was mad at himself for not wanting to celebrate his birthday with him at home. It's better than being the culprit of a fight! Seeing that he didn't answer, Tech Techno thought that was the reason and laughed and said.

"That just so happens, go celebrate Tharn's birthday together!"

"What do you mean?" Techno picked up his phone, clicked on an app and read it to him.

"It's not hard to postpone the date without giving him a birthday... Anyway, that Ai'Tharn guy is going to buy me a massage," the latter sentence Techno didn't read to Type because it was meant for another person.

"What are you doing?" Techno was busy typing away, which made Type cringe.

"Eh, ask Ai'Tharn to come over after school, he's the birthday boy, make sure you invites him." Techno said happily, as a free meal would soon be available, and Type quickly grabbed his phone.

[You, where are you going to eat?]

[Postpone your birthday party. Ai'Type coming too]

[You were going to invite me anyway]

"You forced him!"

"Yikes, didn't push him either, and I haven't seen him for a month. That's the way it is between friends, so I'll say hi back when I get a chance." Techno defended, posing with a look of innocence, and Type knew he meant well.

Tinkling

[Okay, I'll meet you at 4:00... Where?]

As for when, he doesn't even know if he's going to attend class every day, but he never sees anyone.

"Okay, bring it in, I have a super tasty restaurant to introduce you to." Techno had to go back to his phone and continue chatting with Tharn, Type was very skeptical about what they were really talking about. Just glanced at the phone and saw the two of them talking a lot.

"Sit here and wait! Would you like a drink? I invited you."

"Have a little conscience, will you? Obviously Ai'Tharn invited us."

"Haha haha, or do you know me."

At this moment, the two of them arrived at the entrance of the Conservatory, it was Type's first time coming to his boyfriend's faculty, he looked up at the super luxurious teaching building in front of him as if he knew why their faculty was so rich.

A pleasant musical sound came, although it is not possible to hear exactly how many instruments there are, but the sound makes one feel relaxed and happy.

At this point, Techno returned with two bottles of Coke.

"Have you called your boyfriend yet?" The two of them got out of class relatively early today, and Techno pulled Type in to wait. Hearing the word 'boyfriend', Type frowned indignantly.

"Ai'No, I warned you about that...."

"Oh, sorry, did you call Ai'Tharn?" Techno looked up at him, really not sure what he was asking to be disgusted with this whole thing to this point.

"The students of this faculty are not only rich, but also good-looking, and you will be jealous of them if you see them." Techno couldn't stop talking, but Type looked down at his friend....

Does that guy go to school here too?

Type saw the man standing next to Tharn, the same one he'd seen on Facebook!

"Is it his Phi? But why is he not wearing the college uniform?" Techno was still around to talk, but Type didn't listen to a word, his attention completely on the man who made Tharn stop and chat.

This boy was tall and definitely looked taller than Tharn. He must have worked out hard to still be able to see his muscles through his clothes, and his face should be a few years older than ours, but his temperament looks very mature.

Why do I see a little pink when I see the two of them standing together?

And as soon as he looked this way, Type always felt like he saw something.

Ai'Hiaa! Why did you stop breathing?

It was only for a moment, but Type could be sure he settled for a moment, and Techno beckoned to Tharn for him to come over, and most embarrassingly, the man followed.

"Hey! Have you been waiting long?" Tharn came over and said hello.

"Not for long, then again this one is..." it looked like Techno was more interested in the man who followed Tharn than Type was, because now he was smiling at the other, and Type thought the smile was too silly. But Type could sense that he was looking over to his side.

"This is my old school Phi, Senor San."

"Hello, Phi San, my name is Techno, I'm a friend of Ai'Tharn's, just call me Ai'No and you'll look good." Techno said hello to San. But for Type, since he was a former Phis, what was he doing here?

"This is Ai'Type, he's..." since Type didn't introduce himself, Tharn had to help introduce himself, looking as if he was about to introduce who he was, and without speaking, Type just looked at Tharn.

Type knew exactly what kind of eyes, he looked at him with, he was just coming for his Phis.

"It's my roommate."

"Hello, Phi!" Although he didn't like him, Type saluted San and the other responded with a smile.

"It's been a long time since I've heard Tharn talk about having a roommate, and it's great to see a real person today."

Happy, my xss!

Type was furious in his heart, he really didn't know what to be happy about seeing his former roommate.

"I get the feeling that Phi looks familiar, have you seen him somewhere?" Techno looked familiar, but couldn't remember where he'd met him.

"That's the guy who went to Tharn's birthday party!" Type replied.

"Oh! Yeah yeah yeah yeah, I said why does he feel so familiar, Ai'Tharn posted it on Facebook, but how come Phi you went to his birthday party?" Techno thought, excitedly, and San and Tharn froze for a moment, Type he seemed to remember well, which also made San turn to look at Type.

But Type was all smiling and laughing, and San can't say anything about him, if he doesn't fight the smiling tiger, except to say.

"Well, I'm a good friend of Tharn's brother."

"Hahaha, that true identity."

"There are other identities!"

Type froze once again and could only stare at him blankly, and Tharn, feeling so tired of his heart, rushed to answer.

"It's the Phi who I have great respect for."

"Hahaha, it's okay to say that, do you guys have an appointment?" San said with a smile. His tone made Type think that there must be something that the two of them were hiding from him.

Tharn replied, "That's what P'San just said about having a date with a friend."

"That's right, we're going to Tharn's birthday feast and he's buying us dinner." Techno blurted it all out without noticing the subtlety of their previous atmosphere. Making the others look embarrassed and sigh a little desperately.

"Oh yeah? It's really okay, I was going to take Thorn to dinner after I took his stuff to Tharn for him. It turned out to be the wrong time, and it's been a long time since the two of us have seen each other, if not counting the birthday."

At this time, Type knew right away what he meant, and Type wasn't stupid, hearing him say subtext like that didn't mean that Tharn and I hadn't seen each other for a long time, so them meaning Type and Techno would have to make sacrifices and give Tharn to me.

He's not a respectable Phi like that, he's clearly an asshole!

"Eh, so do Phi want to go along?" Techno asked.

Ai'No, I'm going to kill you later!

Type wanted to hit someone, and it was either Techno or Tharn, because Techno was warmly greeting San and would have politely refused if he was normal, but for Tharn, who was actually came with the Phi.

"Yes! Then I'll ask you later, is there any restaurant around here you can recommend?"

"There is! Where do you want to eat? I know every restaurant."

Techno was having a heated conversation with his hated San, and Type really wanted to go straight back to the apartment without going to this restaurant, but at this point Tharn came up to him and whispered.

"What's wrong with you?" Type annoyed scream came out of nowhere, back to the road.

"I've got nothing fucking wrong with me, I'm just freaking peachy!"

He wasn't sure who he was mad at, whether it was Tharn, Techno or San.

Although Type didn't know who he was mad at, he really wanted to rip Techno's head off right now!

Ai'Hiaa! Isn't this the restaurant I just recommended to him?

"The restaurant just opened last term, I've come over with friends a few times and it's super good!"

The restaurant has a great atmosphere and a wide range of dishes, from stir-fried, boiled, steamed and grilled, to choose from. Many students and families come over to make reservations as soon as they get to five o'clock every day. For Type, this restaurant also has a special meaning.

This is where his first meeting with Puifai took place.

Type himself has been here many times, with people from the faculty, in the team, and many others, and if he had to name who he ate with for the first time? Who have you met?

He must not have remembered.

"Any recommendations for signature dishes?"

"Fish sauce pickled shrimp, which Ai'Type loves. Uh, didn't we come here to eat that?" Techno asked Type, and Type nodded, he wasn't sure if he ordered according to the menu, but every dish he recommended today was exactly the same as the one he had with Puifai that day.

"Do you like fish sauce pickled shrimp?" Tharn asked, and Type nodded.

"Actually his favorite is the fish dew pickled shrimp, he says his mom's pickles are the best in the world, so much so that Puifai even asked him how to pickle...er..." Techno spoke up so much that the words came out without thinking, and knowing a girl's name came out, Tharn and Type were even more silent.

"Have you and Puifai been to this shop?" Tharn asked.

I swear I'll curse Techno to being alone forever.

Even though Type was a very confident man, he couldn't answer this time and had to look at Tharn, who had a cold look in his eyes and no way to read his thoughts. But he knew that Tharn must want to get out of here as soon as he did.

"Puifai? Is that Nong Type's girlfriend?" San asked with a smile, Techno really wanted to dig a hole this time to get away with his mistake, but heard San ask and had to whisper a reply.

"No, she is not."

"Oh! Really? Then I'd also like to ask if this fish sauce pickled shrimp is difficult to eat. Does it taste much worse than fish-dew-cured shrimp?" San asked with a smile, tone of voice as if he was talking to a close friend. But Type felt that he was being unkind, and replied thus.

"Those who like it like it, those who don't like it don't like it, it's a bit of a chore to eat it, it's better to have fish dew pickled shrimp."

"Hmm." San replied, not paying attention to Type's strange tone, but turning to Tharn.

"Did you open the birthday present I gave you?"

The man who said he wasn't jealous, wasn't jealous at all, was clutching his glass dead in the air at this point, eyes fixed dead on Tharn, both ears ready to hear the last thing he wanted to hear.

"Unwrapped, thanks P'San, but don't have to send it to me next year, too kind."

"Haha haha, you're welcome what? I've been giving you gifts since you were little."

"But all that was given away at that time was a little snack."

"Well, now that I'm older, there's money to buy you good ones."

You can tell from their conversation how close this person is to Tharn and how long they've known each other. This made Type even more dissatisfied. At this point, Techno asked the doubts out of his mind for him.

"Have Phi and Tharn known each other long?"

This time, San looked at them with a determined look in his eyes, but instead of looking at Techno, he stared at Type, then smiled.

"Well, I've known Nong Tharn since he was a freshman. I was a friend of his brother Thorn's and introduced us because Thorn was afraid his brother would be bullied."

"Ai'Tharn? Bullied?" Techno asked with a curious face, and Tharn was helpless, but didn't stop him.

"Hahaha, Nong Tharn was only this small at that time." San compared himself to his shoulder.

"Imagine that, Nong Tharn is a mixed race, his eyes are different from the others, his complexion is whiter, and he's not tall, so his brother was afraid he'd be bullied by others, so he took him to us seniors to get to know him and see what we could do to help."

"Oh? Really? There are still times when a handsome guy like Ai'Tharn was so cute!"

"Hahaha, he was really cute that time." The more Type listened, the more inwardly he felt an indescribable hardness as he looked at the man in front of him, tall, strong, charming and mature. He really couldn't imagine him being cute.

He was supposed to be this cold faced from birth.

"It's been too long since I forgot all about my childhood." Tharn said.

"But I want to hear it! Is there a picture?" Techno was so excited that he supposedly enjoyed hearing such things that he didn't even notice his friend's anomaly.

San laughed until he shuddered, "Want a picture? I'll send it to you later."

"Hahaha haha, Ai'Tharn, did your senior save pictures of you as a child?" Techno laughed out loud. But for Type, it's not funny at all.

What kind of Phis keep pictures of their younger brothers?

Luckily it was time for the food to be served and the conversation shifted to the dishes on the table, which relieved Type slightly.

"Ugh, your favorite." As soon as the cured shrimp came up, Techno moved it over to Type for him, knowing that he loved it, and San had a little taste of it, praising it as delicious.

"Too bad Tharn can't eat it."

"Why?" Type immediately asked, puzzled.

"He's allergic to shrimp."

No wonder, never saw him eat shrimp fried rice.

"No," Tharn denied, but also gave no further explanation.

"Nong Tharn he doesn't like the raw stuff, unlike his brother, just dies for the raw stuff."

"...."

The room was silent and no one spoke until Type burst out laughing.

"Oh? Really? How come I never knew you didn't eat anything raw?"

Type stared at the man who said he didn't like raw food and remembered the day he took himself out for sushi sashimi, the day he ate a lot and seemed to enjoy it. Actually....didn't like it?

Seeing this, Tharn immediately replied.

"I can eat, I don't hate it."

 "But you threw it away every time you were a kid!" San asked.

"Brother San, that's enough, stop talking." This time Tharn called San's name with a tone that was heavier than the previous few times, Type also just stared at the shrimp on the plate in front of him without speaking, felt that this shrimp today is not as good as before, he was not able to eat at all and he felt so full now.

Honestly, how much does he know about Tharn?

Type asked himself, which made him think it was all his own fault, that he had never thought to get to know Tharn before, didn't want to know, never asked, and even when Tharn told him himself he didn't listen carefully. Now it turns out that someone knows Tharn better than himself and knows what he likes and dislikes. The heart felt uncomfortable again.

"Ow! Did I say something wrong?" San asked with a shrug and a smile.

"I mean Brother San you stop being funny."

"What? I'm not kidding!" San replied, and Type felt like he might burst into some kind of foul mouth if he sat down here again.

Hate that feeling.

"I'm going to the bathroom." Type said to Techno, getting up and leaving as soon as he finished. The thought went through my mind.

You and your senior must be more than just senior, right?

Type washed his face hard, hoping to wash away his inner irritation and make himself less irritable when he went back to face that person again.

His senior knew him better than themselves.

Type wanted to do something to vent the grievances in his heart, but it seemed a little inappropriate to scold San just because he knew Tharn didn't like eating raw food.

"Be sure to tell me next time!"

Type flushed his face once more, then took a deep breath.

Forget it. Let him say what he wants to say, shall we? He wants to take an oath to get Tharn too, let him talk it out.

Type thought like this, intending to leave the bathroom when he suddenly saw someone standing behind him.

"It's been so long since you came in here, are you okay?" San asked affectionately, smiling at Type, who had to pile up a smile in response.

"It's okay Phi, I just got on a big one."

"Hahaha, so it is." He smiled as he went to the toilet, lifted the lid and asked.

"What is your relationship with Nong Tharn?"

"... Roommate." Type hesitated, answering this way, and San looked at him for a moment, then smiled at him.

His smile made for a good look and could charm several girls. But Type thinks he's a bad guy, worse than Tharn, worse than Tharn.

"That's fine, just roommates." It was the first time Type wanted to tell someone out loud that their relationship was more than that, that he was mine, but he still didn't do it.

With that, Type stood motionless, knowing that San had finished untangling his hands, walked over and washed his hands, then raised his head and asked him.

"Then you know what? Am I anything but his schoolmate, or his what?"

Type didn't want to know at all, but he couldn't escape it, and San finished washing his hands and walked over to him and whispered in his ear.

"I was his first and only time."

With that said, San walked out of the bathroom, leaving Type alone, clenching his fists until he lost consciousness. He began to imagine the first scene between the two of them.

Type only knew that the word "first time" could make him suffer so much.

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