The perfect game for personalities

The motorcycle stopped at the entrance of the corridor, Xiang Zimo got out of the car first, held the handlebar and waited for Jiang Fei to get out of the car, and then took the key away.

He ignored Jiang Fei and walked upstairs on his own.

Jiang Fei followed behind him, but there was no light in the corridor, and his small flashlight fell off when he was avoiding He Qian, so he groped in the dark and gradually fell behind.

Before he could go upstairs, he heard the sound of Xiang Zimo closing the door.

The other party didn't want to talk to him. I don't know if it was because of the lingering anger or because he didn't care at all.

When going to school the next day, Qiao Ge was busy training in the gymnasium, so Jiang Fei didn't look for him.

On the third day, he came to the gymnasium after school and saw the basketball team members practicing amidst the coach's whistle.

Jogo, who was wearing a headband, became more and more eye-catching. He intercepted the basketball with his long hands and feet. After a few big strides, he jumped up and dunked perfectly.

Jiang Fei has seen him play basketball many times, and every time he thinks it is very exciting.

He watched the whole game intently without making a sound.

Qiao Ge and the team members saw Jiang Fei when they were about to rest after listening to the coach's training.

A trace of surprise flashed across his face, he ran over clutching a white towel to wipe his sweat, and asked through the railing.

"Why are you here? Didn't I say that you have to train these few days?"

His heart that hadn't calmed down was beating fast, he didn't dare to guess, Jiang Fei came back knowing he didn't have time, was it because he missed himself?

There was still panting in the voice with a little smile, and glistening sweat flowed from his face to the collarbone of his neck. When he stood in front of Jiang Fei, a wave of hot air wrapped in hormones rushed towards him.

Jiang Fei handed him the bag in his hand and said.

"This is the clothes I borrowed from you the day before yesterday. I have already washed them."

Qiao Ge was startled, and then remembered, his eager expression calmed down.

He hesitated for a few seconds inexplicably before taking it.

Seeing that his team members were still warming up, Jiang Fei knew that they would continue in a while, so he said wisely.

"Then you continue training, I'll go first."

Holding the schoolbag strap on his shoulder, he looked up at Qiao Ge. He had a handsome face, fair skin, dark and moist pupils, and he looked like an obedient, innocent and clean student.

Seeing that he was leaving, Qiao Ge subconsciously wanted to keep him, but he opened his mouth and didn't know what excuse to use.

He looked at Jiang Fei and waited for him to speak. For a long while, holding back the reluctance in his heart, he just said.

"Then go home early."

"kindness."

Qiao Ge watched his back disappear at the entrance of the gymnasium, and then sighed sweetly and melancholy.

He lowered his head, saw the clothes in the bag, and felt a little better again.

This dress was worn by Jiang Fei.

He gripped the bag tightly, with a smile on his face, ran to put the bag carefully into his locker, as if he was hiding a secret that was dripping with mist.

There was a short vacation on the weekend, and it happened that neither the boys in the class nor Qiao Ge came to Jiang Fei, so he stayed at home and did his homework.

In the evening, he went downstairs to the nearby vegetable market to buy vegetables. When he went up the stairs, he saw Xiang Zimo preparing to go out.

The events of the previous few days have disappeared, and Xiang Zimo regained his calm expression, and only glanced at him from the corner of his eye.

He was squatting at the door, trying to push the kitten stuck to him into the door, but the kitten eagerly hugged his finger with its soft cat paws, meowing pitifully.

Xiang Zimo was a little helpless, but there was no sign of impatience on his face, and he said in a low voice.

"Good, go home."

When Xiang Zimo was picking up the lame kitten, he didn't think about any worries, but he was soft-hearted for a moment. Fortunately, the kitten was good enough and didn't cause him any trouble.

It's just that every time he went out, the kitten didn't want to be at home by himself, and became extremely clingy. It took Xiang Zimo a few minutes to coax him well.

He kept pushing the kitten into the house, but because the force was too gentle, as if deliberately conniving, he couldn't push it away no matter what.

Seeing that he didn't say hello to her, Jiang Fei quietly walked to her door with a vegetable bag in her hand, thinking that Xiang Zimo's voice coaxing the kitten just now was really gentle.

The key tightened the lock, opened it, and he opened the door and walked in.

He put the bag aside, and when he turned around to close the door, he paused, leaned out again, looked at Xiang Zimo, who had his back turned to him, and asked hesitantly.

"Do you want me to take care of the kitten?"

After finishing speaking, before Xiang Zimo could answer immediately, he added.

"You sent me home last time, so I owe you a favor."

After these few short contacts with Xiang Zimo, Jiang Fei finally understood that Xiang Zimo was very unwilling to establish an overly intimate relationship with anyone, so he divided every contact clearly.

Last time, he picked up the kitten that sneaked downstairs to take care of him at home, so when He Qian kissed him forcefully that time, Xiang Zimo drove him away, saying that it was his reward for taking care of the kitten.

So this time, he could only use the fact that Xiang Zimo took him to the bar to hide from He Qian as an excuse before Xiang Zimo might agree.

He is a very guarded person, Jiang Fei can't get close for a while, so he can only think of other ways, even if it is to ease the relationship through kittens, it must be useful.

Sure enough, Xiang Zi defaulted to thinking about his words.

He didn't want Jiang Fei to feel that he could make excessive demands because he helped him two days ago, so it would be good to clear up the entanglement between them as soon as possible.

So he pinched the back of the kitten's neck, turned around, took two steps closer, and exhorted.

"It has already eaten cat food, and it is enough to give it some water occasionally. If I come back too late at night, I will return it to me tomorrow."

Jiang Fei took the kitten and hugged it in his arms, subconsciously stroking the kitten's fluffy fur with his white knuckles.

Hearing this, he nodded.

The kitten also knew that Xiang Zimo would not take him out, so he meowed lazily, rubbing his small head against Jiang Fei's palm, and it seemed that he did not reject it.

Xiang Zimo glanced at the kitten again before locking the door and hurried downstairs.

When Jiang Fei returned home, he put the kitten in the living room while cooking, but the kitten limped in and squatted at his feet looking up curiously.

It was too thin, a small ball, Jiang Fei was afraid of stepping on it, so he had to put it on his shoulder.

The cat's paws gripped his pajamas tightly, but not deep enough to pierce the skin, and the side neck seemed to be wrapped with a warm scarf.

The kitten meowed and rubbed against his face from time to time, making this home that had been too deserted suddenly a little more lively and angry.

After dinner, Jiang Fei played with it in the living room, waiting to hear the movement outside.

Until 11:30, he was yawning so much that he couldn't hold it anymore. He washed up and planned to go to bed, and returned the kitten to Xiang Zimo tomorrow.

Getting under the quilt, he was about to fall asleep in a daze, when he suddenly heard the sound of going upstairs in the corridor.

Xiang Zimo's footsteps have always been light and steady, but tonight they were staggering, heavy and messy.

Jiang Fei wasn't sure it was him, got out of bed, opened the door a little lightly, and held his breath to catch a glimpse of Xiang Zimo's familiar figure before letting go.

Xiang Zimo should be drunk, leaning against the door and struggling to find the key, a strong smell of alcohol spread over him.

The kitten, who was lying on the bed in the bedroom and was about to fall asleep, suddenly ran out slowly, slipped out from the gap at Jiang Fei's feet, meowed happily, and bit Xiang Zimo's trousers.

Xiang Zimo finally unscrewed the door, and only belatedly felt the resistance on his feet when he lifted his feet.

He lowered his head, recognized it for a while, then bent over and held the kitten in his palm, went in and closed the door, completely forgetting about Jiang Fei.

Jiang Fei also closed the door, turned around and walked to the bedroom, but couldn't help frowning.

Is Xiang Zimo really fallen now?

He smokes, drinks, doesn't care about his throat, and has given up on himself.

How can such a person be approached?