[National Table Tennis] Ping pong pong, dream collection

Happy days always pass quickly.You've been with him for a long time, and seeing his carefree look makes you feel warm in your heart.

Sometimes they still take ugly photos of you and make emoticons, and you usually ask him to delete them angrily.

But he just held up his mobile phone and teased you: "This is out of print, and only I can have it."

This can be regarded as a gift from you, no, what kind of gift is this.

But when he said that only he can have it, you were still moved.

You like him, but he only regards you as his sister.

Soon you were busy preparing for the exam, and his voice and appearance became blurred in your memory.

But you still want to see him.

You didn't take the initiative to find him, and he didn't come to you.

Actions prove everything, this relationship is just you being passionate.

During the rest of the test preparation time, you often stared out the window in a daze, thinking about his dazzling appearance on the field, and then you were discovered by the teacher and scolded.

He seems to only live in your memory, everything before is false.

This day you leave school as usual, thinking about how to arrange a review plan when you get home.

The cool wind blows over, bringing the sound of rustling leaves, the sun is about to set, and I don’t forget to decorate the sky with a warm orange color.

You walk with your head down, see a pair of sneakers in front of you, and before you know it, you bump into them.

The familiar smell of grass penetrated into your nostrils, and your heart trembled.

"Have you become shorter recently and haven't eaten well?" The person who was hit looked at you with a grin.

You raised your head, and that face overlapped with the one in your memory.

How long, almost three months, why did this person appear.

Your eyes were a little wet, and you stretched out your hand to push him, a little aggrieved: "Why are you here, why did you go?"

He curled his mouth to see you concealing his emotions, with a little helplessness: "I'm here to find you."

You put your palms on your eyes, trying not to let the tears fall, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Why do you want me?"

"Walk with me." His voice was mixed in the wind, with a sense of ethereal unreality.

It's been a long time since you followed him on the path. When you looked at the person next to you, he seemed to have become more stable, not as foolish as before.

Of course, he also became handsome.

You blushed a little and walked with your head down.

"When is your test?" he asked.

You count the time and honestly say: "There are still more than 20 days."

He looked down at you and reached out to touch your head.

You were startled by the sudden movement and dared not move.

Then you hear him say, "Hand out."

You looked up at him suspiciously.

He stretched out his hand in front of you, but you were too embarrassed to refuse and put your hand up.

He held your hand tightly, and his hand was very warm, dispelling the feeling that you had just been chilled by the wind.

Only then did you start to pay attention to his hands, the fingers are slender and very white, with obvious blood vessels distributed on the back of his hands, giving you a sexy feeling.His hands are so big that they completely cover yours.

You have a heartbeat.

As you walk, you feel his hand move, interlocking with yours.

Your face flushed immediately, and you looked at him in surprise.

The instigator sticks out his tongue, looks at you and smiles, and clasps your hands a little.

"Little ghost, let me tell you a secret."

"what?"

"I like you."

"……what?"

He has become different from usual, with a flamboyant taste enveloping you.

"I like you."

"Be my girlfriend, I can't refuse."