[SK] I don’t have to love you

Krist woke up in pain.

His whole body was sore, as if he had been run over by a car.

No - he suddenly came to his senses, he seemed to have been hit by a car, since he can still feel the pain, does it mean that he is not dead at all?

Krist opened his eyes suddenly, but he didn't see the expected ward, instead the scene in front of him was strangely familiar.

Altman in a strange posture, a log-colored desk, and comic books scattered beside his pillow—he stood up with a headache, but felt an unspeakable tingling pain in his leg.

Krist hissed in pain, stopped moving, and the person who had been lying at the end of the bed eating seaweed and reading comics heard him: "Arthit, wake up!"

Krist then noticed that there was another person in the room.

He looked at the other party in astonishment, and after a few seconds, he murmured, "Gun, what did you call me?"

The man frowned, and put aside the manga and seaweed in his hand: "You didn't get burnt from the rain yesterday, did you? What Gun? I'm Plame!"

As he spoke, he leaned forward and touched Krist's forehead: "Strange, it doesn't burn."

Krist didn't care about the pain in his leg, and forced himself to sit up from the bed and look around, everything in the room came into his eyes.

Above the white head of the bed is a blackboard that is not suitable for a bedroom. The head of the bed is directly facing a row of bookshelves with comics and hand-made figures - of course he will feel familiar, he used to be here a few years ago Filmed.

This is Arthit's room, but in reality, it's just a hotel room rented for filming. Even the decorations in it were temporarily added by the crew, and they were removed after filming.

So why did these scenes suddenly appear before his eyes again?Even with a Gun□□ile who doesn't know his identity as an actor?

Krist knocked heavily on his forehead a few times, and the pain seemed to tell him that everything in front of him was not a dream.

"Arthit! What's wrong with you? Why are you beating yourself?" Gun□□ile grabbed his arm in astonishment, "Didn't you just get wet right away?"

Arthit looked down at his attire: "Gun... No, Plame, my legs... Is it because I just ran 54 laps yesterday?"

Plame breathed a sigh of relief: "It seems that you are not stupid, you remember everything."

Arthit looked at him with a complicated expression.

Of course he is not stupid, not only does he remember everything that happened before, he even has a clear idea of ​​what will happen next in the play.

It's just that he still can't understand, he was just hit by a car, and why he was inexplicably bumped into the TV series he acted in.

Or was he actually dead, and his soul was still unwilling to give up on that person, so he unintentionally broke into this world that should have disappeared long ago?

All this seemed a great irony to him.

"Okay, since you're fine, I'll go out and buy something to eat. You've only slept for more than ten hours, and I'll be hungry if you're not hungry." Plame stood up and walked out.

"Wait a minute!" His lines seemed to be different from those in the original play.

Although a few years have passed, Krist has memorized almost every plot in that drama that had a huge influence on her. Here, Plame was obviously forced to pay for food by herself, but why did she become the initiative now?

Plame stopped in his tracks: "Bring you a cup of pink frozen milk, right? Needless to say, I understand!"

Krist interrupted him: "No, I'm not hungry yet, and I have instant noodles here. If you're hungry, you can boil water and make a box to eat first. Don't waste time buying them."

If he went, the next plot would definitely be to meet Kongpohp in front of the stall, and then Plame was called away by a phone call, and the person who brought him food back would of course be replaced by——

He doesn't want to see that person's face at all right now, not even Kongpohp.

"Whoever loves instant noodles can eat it, anyway, I don't want to eat it!" Plame was completely unmoved, "Wait at home obediently, I will be back as soon as possible!"

Plame didn't give him another chance to stop him, and quickly went out the door.

Krist faced the empty room alone, feeling an unspeakable irritability in his heart.

If this is a dream, let him wake up!

He really wasn't in the mood to repeat any affectionate scenes with that person in his dream!

But no matter whether he pinched or squeezed himself, he failed to wake up from this so-called dream as he wished.

As time passed by, Krist became more and more anxious.

Since there was no way to escape from this strange dream, at least he could escape from this room and avoid being alone with Kongpohp.

Krist lifted the quilt and wanted to get off the bed, but as soon as her feet touched the ground, there was a piercing pain.

dong dong dong-

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

Krist panicked and fell to the ground like this.

"Senior Arthit! What's wrong with you?" There was that familiar voice outside the door.

Krist's heart tightened, and he hurriedly said, "Don't come in!"

But it was too late for him, Kongpohp quickly opened the door and rushed over after hearing the sound of him falling off the bed, taking a panoramic view of his embarrassment at the moment.

"Senior Arthit, are you alright?" He put aside the porridge and pink frozen milk in his hand, and lowered his body to help Krist up.

Krist slapped his hand away: "Don't touch me!"

Kongpohp's movements froze, his expression a little bewildered.

The Kongpohp in front of him was a little different from the mature and stable Singto last night, he was still the boy with clear eyebrows back then, but just looking at him like this, Krist felt a sharp pain in his heart again.

Kongpohp is innocent, he understands that.

But if he could do it all over again, he even wished that he had never met the two characters Kongpohp and Arthit.

Krist turned his eyes away, and said indifferently: "I will get up by myself, please get out of my house now."

Kongpohp pursed his lower lip and said helplessly, "Are you still angry with me?"

Krist knew he was referring to the fact that he was fined to run away, but he would never understand how insignificant such a small plot in a TV series is compared to reality.

Krist repeated impatiently: "I let you out!"

A trace of sadness flashed across Kongpohp's eyebrows: "Then I'll help you up first."

"unnecessary!"

"Otherwise I won't leave!" Once Kongpohp's character became stubborn, there was no way to break it.

It's a pity that such an affectionate person is just a setting written by the screenwriter with a few strokes.

Krist sneered sarcastically, trying to get up from the floor with his arms, and Kongpohp quickly reached out to support him.

It's just that Krist shook off his hand as soon as he was done on the bed: "Can I go out now?"

Kongpohp was silent for a while, and picked up the rice he bought again: "I'll leave after filling the rice for Senior Arthit."

"I told you I don't need it!" Krist yelled angrily.

Faced with all the inexplicable things in front of him, how could he have the desire to eat?

Kongpohp seemed to be hurt by his attitude, he pursed his lips stubbornly, and stopped talking, but he didn't stop what he was doing, went over to get a bowl, put the porridge in it, put it on the bedside table, and Turn around and get the small table.

Krist watched his movements, his chest was already filled with anger.

From the very beginning, he didn't want to continue to act according to the script, but in fact nothing changed. Plame still went out, and the person who came back to deliver the food still became Kongpohp. Could it be that he was even hit by a car and appeared a Hallucinations, do you have to follow that childish script and have some ridiculous love with this person in front of you?

Krist felt a pain in his heart, stretched out his hand, and knocked the bowl of porridge to the ground.

boom--

There was a muffled sound, and the sticky porridge was spilled everywhere, making it look like a mess.

At least for this moment, it is different from the script.

Kongpohp had already held the small table in his hand, seeing his reaction, his figure froze involuntarily, and his face became ugly.

Krist looked at him bitterly, word by word, with a clear tone: "I don't need you to do extra things, and I don't need you to take care of my affairs at all, get out of here!"