The perfect game for personalities

The holding of the basketball game was soon announced in the class, and the girls could also spontaneously form cheerleading teams to cheer for their respective classes, which undoubtedly cheered up the students who were stuck in the quagmire of study.

Jiang Fei signed up as promised, and told Qiao Ge when he went to the gymnasium.

Jogo also kept his promise and agreed to teach him basketball.

So every day, apart from studying at ease during class time, Jiang Fei spent his spare time practicing with the boys in the class, and being teased by Qiao Ge in private.

In fact, there are more than enough boys to teach their entire class at Jogo's level, but both of them tacitly did not make this suggestion.

Qiao Ge just wanted to be alone with him, and Jiang Fei also because of this reason, and also because he didn't want Qiao Ge to waste too much time on himself, after all, he had to concentrate on playing basketball.

Half a month has passed, and Jiang Fei's basketball skills have been continuously improved.

After school, he left the gymnasium, and he invited Qiao Ge to eat spicy hot pot nearby.

Now they have become very familiar, and the students staying near the school are no longer surprised to see them.

They have long heard that Qiao Ge has a very good relationship with Jiang Fei now, and both of them are born well, and standing together is quite eye-catching.

After dinner, Qiao Ge said that he would take Jiang Fei home, but his cell phone rang.

Seems to be Qiao Ge's family members, Jiang Fei saw that his brows were wrinkled, with unconcealable depression on his face, and his smile disappeared.

Sure enough, he hung up the phone and looked at Jiang Fei, his apologetic tone was still mixed with a trace of boredom.

"Sorry, I have to go home, I have something to do at home tonight."

Qiao Ge was born in a family where he didn't have to worry about his livelihood, so he was destined to be bound accordingly.

In some necessary occasions, he needs to wear a sharp suit, follow behind his parents, and have false communication with his peers in the upper circle.

This is a task he cannot shirk.

Jiang Fei expressed her understanding, and after parting with him, she walked home alone.

The hazy sky was covered with an ambiguous veil, the light was low, and the faces of pedestrians became blurred.

There was a little accident on the way home. The road he used to take was blocked and under construction, so he had to take a detour.

The detour needs to go through the same messy alleys as the old houses. Although Jiang Fei asked the way before coming in, he walked in with his schoolbag and got lost.

The alley was long and dark, and the occasional human voice seemed to come from far away, and he couldn't tell which way to go.

He took out the small flashlight that he carried with him, and struggled to illuminate the bricks under his feet, and he didn't know where he went.

The surroundings were silent, as if there was no one there, and a penetrating chill climbed up from the back.

Jiang Fei stood there hesitantly, and looked back quietly.

There was no one in the place where the flashlight passed, but he still had the feeling of being secretly watched.

Again.

It had been going on for several days, and when he went home alone, he always felt that someone was following him, but he couldn't find any trace.

Now he lost his way and placed an order, as if he gave the other party a rare opportunity to take advantage of it.

Jiang Fei stared at the shadow not far away until his eyes turned black and he couldn't see clearly.

"Little door."

The voice that suddenly sounded did not know where it came from. It seemed that after staring at him quietly for a long time, he finally couldn't help it.

It was He Qian's voice.

Jiang Fei was taken aback, and the flashlight in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.

For a moment, He Qian's figure seemed to be reflected in the chaotic halo, becoming a magnified ghost, walking towards him step by step.

Jiang Fei was not afraid to meet him, but in such a quiet and remote alley, He Qian followed him and caught him, so it was hard to imagine what he would do to him later.

The chill penetrated into my heart, and I couldn't stop trembling.

Jiang Fei didn't care to pick up the flashlight, turned around, and ran away.

The moment he started running, he seemed to hear the footsteps of people chasing after him.

He Qian's voice also raised his voice, with a gloom that was inevitable.

"Little door!"

It seemed to be sticking to his ear and shouting, gloomy.

Jiang Fei's back felt cold, he was in a panic, his eyes were dark, but he only knew to run forward.

His breathing became more and more rapid, gradually filling the world around his ears, and he dared not stop.

I don't know which alley I ran to, and I can vaguely see the neon lights on the opposite side of the extended alley, with the names of small shops written on it. It seems that it should be a road with people coming and going.

Jiang Fei was overjoyed, and ran out of the alley with the last of her strength. The air in her chest was sucked away, a burning pain gushed out of her throat, and her viscera ached with every breath.

His legs were weak, and he gasped for help on his knees.

As soon as he relieved a little force, he knelt down directly, and the schoolbag slipped from his shoulders and fell to the ground.

The hypoxic brain was groggy, but he was still stretched by a thread and did not dare to relax his vigilance. He wanted to look back to see if He Qian had caught up, but his hands that were propped on the ground were still trembling subconsciously. Not working hard.

In the chaos, he heard a doubtful voice asking with uncertainty.

"Little neighbor?"

The unique melodious voice and this address brought Jiang Fei back to his senses and raised his head.

His neighbor, Xiang Zimo, was riding that dark blue motorcycle leaning against the side of the road with one leg propped on the ground, which looked extraordinarily slender from Jiang Fei's perspective.

He was carrying a black guitar case, with a cigarette in one hand, and a red lighter in the other hand to light the cigarette end. Then he bit the cigarette he just bought from the convenience store into his mouth, and threw the lighter into his pocket.

Seeing Jiang Fei's distressed appearance of being chased and killed, Xiang Zimo was very surprised, so he couldn't help but speak out.

Before he could say anything else, Jiang Fei's eyes suddenly lit up, as if grabbing a life-saving straw, he rushed towards him through the hazy smoke.

Xiang Zimo's eyebrows twitched again, and he unconsciously clenched his wet cigarette holder.

He watched in silence as Jiang Fei barely got up, grabbed his schoolbag and ran towards him, turning his head while running, looking terrified, as if someone was really chasing him.

His arm was grabbed, Jiang Fei looked at him in a panic, and said out of breath.

"Yes, someone is behind..."

Without waiting for him to finish speaking, Xiang Zimo naturally thought of the boy who tried to kiss him outside the door that day.

Maybe someone else, but their intentions should be more or less the same.

Xiang Zimo frowned, adjusted the mirror frame, and said.

"Come up, I'll take you back."

He was about to remind Jiang Fei that he only found out that he was still carrying a guitar when he was sitting in the back seat. He usually rides a motorcycle by himself, but now he forgot about it.

He was really reluctant to put the guitar in the middle, and he was worried about letting Jiang Fei hold it for him.

After thinking briefly for a few seconds, he turned slightly sideways, reached out his hand to catch Jiang Fei who was still panting, and hugged the person with his schoolbag directly in front of him.

"Sit down."

He told him indifferently, and glanced at the dark alley where Jiang Fei ran out, and he really saw He Qian who was chasing after him.

The other party frowned, and anxiously looked for Jiang Fei's figure quickly with his eyes, and when he found him sitting on Xiang Zimo's motorcycle, his expression changed instantly.

As if watching his beloved baby being snatched away, almost distorted resentment appeared on his face.

Xiang Zimo didn't bother to talk to him, and the sound of the motorcycle's engine suddenly increased.

A few seconds later, he carried Jiang Fei and disappeared in front of He Qian like flying.

The smell of tobacco filled the entire mouth, spicy and irritating, and the oncoming wind was left behind by the speed of the car that was about to reach the top, Xiang Zimo's mood gradually became happy.

This is why small cities are better. There is no particularly strict traffic control, so he can experience the illusion of freedom.

only....

There was a thin young man sitting on the seat that was never occupied. No matter how much Xiang Zimo turned a blind eye, he couldn't adapt to the obstacle in front of him.

He glanced down and saw that Jiang Fei's black hair was blown up, revealing the nape of his school uniform from time to time, like a swan's neck, white and thin.

It may be that the wind was too strong, Jiang Fei hugged the schoolbag, slightly bent his waist and turned his head to the side, his closed eyelashes were also blown tremblingly, his lips were pursed into a light pink line, and his cheeks looked paler.

Only then did Xiang Zimo realize that he might not be used to such a fast speed, and frowned.

The sound of the motorcycle's engine gradually became smaller.

After crossing two streets, he thought he should get rid of He Qian, so he stopped on the side of the road.

"Go straight from this street, turn left at the first intersection, go straight again, and you will see the way home."

Jiang Fei raised his head, scanned the unfamiliar environment, and hesitated again.

He hugged his schoolbag tightly, but didn't get out of the car. He just turned his head to look at Zimo and asked in a low voice.

"Then when are you going home?"

After smoking more than half of a cigarette, Xiang Zimo took a deep puff, pinched the cigarette between his knuckles, and then slowly exhaled a circle of smoke from his mouth.

He seemed to let out a light sneer from his nasal voice, glanced at Jiang Fei, and asked back.

"none of your business."

Any sensible person should understand what he means by such obvious alienation.

But Jiang Fei still looked at him, his eyes flickering.

With half of his face turned sideways, he looked back at Xiang Zimo sideways, with the corners of his eyes raised and his pupils dark. From this angle, he looked obedient and charming.

It should be that he was blown out of tears just now, and the corners of his eyes were a little red.

Looking forward eagerly, as if holding back tears, as pitiful as her timid tone, and so beautiful that it makes people lose their minds.

"I dare not go home by myself, I am afraid, afraid..."

The seat of the motorcycle is not wide, and the front has a slope.

Xiang Zimo had tried his best to move back, but Jiang Fei's back would still touch his chest.

Thin and thin, as if the fragile bones could be broken through a layer of skin as thin as a cicada's wing, but it was warm, with a body temperature that could not be ignored.

Ordinarily, Xiang Zimo never minded his own business.

He's had enough of what's going on with him, and he's in no mood to save others.

But Jiang Fei has a very special temperament, which I can't explain clearly.

But there is no doubt that it is lovable.

Xiang Zimo exhaled a smoke ring that was getting weaker and weaker. He didn't speak, and after taking another suffocating puff of the cigarette, the magnetic voice was mixed in the hoarse white smoke and drifted away.

"Kid, I'm going to the underground bar, but I don't have time to worry about you."

Jiang Fei immediately looked at him, with a hopeful expression and a fawning smile.

"You don't have to worry about me, just call me when you leave."

The words are naive, completely ignorant of the danger and darkness of this world.

Xiang Zimo suddenly smiled in his heart, just like when he saw those filthy circles in Beijing, he let it go, almost indifferently watching Jiang Fei follow him to the underground bar willingly, and did not refuse again.

If he likes to follow, he will follow. As for what he will see and what will happen, it has nothing to do with Xiang Zimo.