The perfect game for personalities

The taxi couldn't get in when it reached the alley, Jiang Fei got out of the car, and when he went upstairs, he caught a glimpse of the motorcycle still there.

When he reached the fifth floor, he realized that He Qian was actually waiting at the door of the house.

The break between the morning and afternoon of the college entrance examination is only a few hours. Jiang Fei did not expect that He Qian would look for him at this time, and it has already passed the time for the morning exam. Could it be that He Qian has been waiting here for a long time up?

He Qian leaned against the door, lowered his head, unable to see clearly.

Hearing the sound of going upstairs, he slowly raised his head, only sporadic smiles on his usual gentle expression.

And that shaky smile disappeared immediately after seeing Jiang Fei's clothes that were obviously too big.

He was still wearing a school uniform, staring at Jiang Fei with an expression that was not like an ordinary student at all, and even asked with a gloomy expression.

"Xiao Fei, where have you been? Whose clothes are you wearing?"

Jiang Fei is just a high school student with no income and no time to work part-time. At present, he can only rely on the money from his adoptive parents to live alone, so of course he does not have a mobile phone.

Although He Qian once wanted to give him one, Jiang Fei thought it was unnecessary, so he refused, so he couldn't contact anyone, including He Qian.

Jiang Fei's footsteps paused, and within a few seconds of going up the stairs, he had already thought of an answer.

He couldn't hide it anymore, so he stared at He Qian and said in his usual tone.

"I went to play basketball with Qiao Ge just now, and I was sweating all over, so I took a shower in the basketball hall by the way, and I borrowed his clothes."

He Qian looked at him with a momentary blank expression, as if he didn't understand.

Immediately, he came back to his senses, and his suddenly gathered eyes pierced Jiang Fei's heart like a knife. He cut open and checked every word he said, and blurted out in disbelief.

"Jogo? Who's Jhogo—"

The words that stopped abruptly stayed in the moment He Qian suddenly remembered.

He vaguely felt that the name sounded familiar. Although he had never met Jogo, he had naturally heard the names of some famous students in the school.

Jogo.

He remembered hearing the name mentioned by the teachers. What kind of basketball championship did Jogo lead the basketball team to? Qiaogo's father invested in the renovation of the basketball hall and sent a batch of brand new equipment. Jogo...

How did Jiang Fei know Qiao Ge?

They are friends?How many times have you met?

Before this time, Jiang Fei had gone out with Qiao Ge many times, right?...

Have you become closer than yourself?

All kinds of suspicion and crazy jealousy made He Qian's eyes turn red quickly, the shock and pain of being betrayed were like sulfuric acid pouring and corroding, and his heart was filled with unbearable burning pain.

Angry and sad, he approached suddenly, clasped Jiang Fei's shoulder tightly, and his eyes were about to split.

"When did you have a new friend? Why didn't you tell me? Why!"

Jiang Fei was caught off guard and backed away, hitting the wall next to the neighbor's door with his back, causing severe pain.

He frowned, went to break He Qian's hand, and called his name angrily.

"He Qian! Let go!"

He Qian refused, lowered his head slightly, and got very close to him, tears were about to flow from his eyes, but his eyes were full of violent coldness, and he said through gritted teeth.

"Xiao Fei, Xiao Fei, you can only have me as a friend, do you hear me?"

Such strong words made Jiang Fei's brows furrowed even deeper, he pursed his lips tightly, and said nothing, his face showed a never-before-seen indifference, as well as unconcealable disgust and rejection.

His shoulder bone cracked and hurt from being caught, and he couldn't break He Qian's hand, so he had to push him with all his strength.

In order not to confront him head-on, he had to turn his head.

The jaw line and the slender side neck stretched into an extremely beautiful arc when the side face was tense. The skin was fair, and the dark blue blood vessels were faintly visible, beautifully like a faint and ambiguous painting.

He Qian was stunned, and as if bewitched, he unconsciously stretched out his hand and clasped the side of his neck.

The delicate and moist skin was like warm silk, and He Qian rubbed it fondly, subconsciously increasing the force, leaving red marks from excessive pressure on it.

The throat was accidentally choked, and Jiang Fei couldn't help struggling, coughing, and after a while, a slight blush appeared on his face.

He stared at He Qian angrily, still pushing and shoving away.

But He Qian stared at him, as if dazed.

Such a pair of sparkling black eyes were covered with mist, as if they were about to cry, fragile, helpless, and lovable.

But the corners of the eyes were a little red, and so were the cheeks.

The shy and timid expression suddenly became more lively and fragrant, which attracted He Qian's eyes.

His breathing suddenly became rapid, and his heart beat so hard that his chest hurt, and his flesh and blood were about to burst open.

A damp ambiguity enveloped him.

In an instant, he suddenly remembered the early mornings when he was half asleep and half awake. He woke up heartily, and his body and mind were trapped in the aftertaste of excitement. The figure lingering in his mind was vague but familiar.

He has long been used to thinking about Jiang Fei.

So no matter when, I only think of him.

He Qian was drowned by a backlog of gushing and violent emotions, he seemed to be floating in the deep sea, his heart was fluttering, and he was about to fly up in the dizzy sweetness.

Just because of the sudden softness in his heart, the strength of his hand was slightly loosened, and Jiang Fei immediately pushed him hard.

His reaction was so strong that he even hit He Qian in the face.

He Qian's face turned away from the beating, and he staggered back two steps, as if he suddenly woke up from the beating, and stood still.

Jiang Fei looked at him suspiciously, and said with a vigilant frown.

"He Qian, hurry up, the exam in the afternoon—"

Before the words fell, He Qian suddenly turned around.

There was no expression on his face, but his eyes were dark, and when he stared at Jiang Fei, he felt a familiar shudder.

Immediately afterwards, without warning, He Qian rushed forward again.

This time, his movements were very neat and purposeful. He grabbed Jiang Fei's shoulder with one hand, pinched his jaw with the other, and lowered his head forcefully.

In the rapidly shrinking gap, Jiang Fei instinctively tried to avoid his hasty and hot kiss.

So He Qian's lips were printed on his cheek, moist and hot, like a mark.

Jiang Fei was stunned for a moment, and realized that he was about to chase after him unwillingly, and struggled desperately, his helpless screams were especially loud in the silent corridor.

With a creak, the door next to it opened.

Jiang Fei closed her eyes tightly, only to feel that the strength holding her was suddenly gone, and then she heard the muffled sound of skin and flesh colliding, and He Qian groaned in pain as she rolled down the stairs.

He opened his eyes and saw his neighbor Xiang Zimo with his back turned to him, blocking most of his sight.

Jiang Fei's gaze lingered on the small tie tied behind his head for a few seconds, and then he walked out slowly, seeing He Qian collapsed on the stairs in the middle floor in a state of distress.

Fortunately, the stairs in the old building were not high, and He Qian didn't bump his head, but his clean and tidy clothes were still covered with dust, and there was an obvious red mark on half of his cheek, and some blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

He looked at Xiang Zimo who suddenly appeared in astonishment, and moved his eyes to the Jiang Fei next to him, suddenly understood something, and laughed a few times inexplicably.

This smile is cold, like ice scum.

He Qian supported the ground, stood up slowly, raised his head, stared at Jiang Fei for a few seconds, and suddenly asked in an indistinct tone.

"Xiao Fei, where is the watch I gave you?"

Jiang Fei was startled, subconsciously looked down at his wrist, and then remembered that he took off his watch and put it aside before playing basketball this morning, and put it together in the bag of dirty clothes before leaving.

He glanced at the bag that fell on the ground, but didn't see the watch covered by his clothes, so he didn't answer, and still frowned and looked at He Qian.

He Qian was still looking at him intently, as if Xiang Zimo next to him didn't exist.

The soaring love just now is like a broken balloon that has been deflated, and the shriveled pieces wobbled in the air and fell to the dusty ground, becoming trampled garbage.

He Qian's expression calmed down, but it was too calm, which made people feel creepy.

He was silent for a moment, and murmured sadly.

"Xiao Fei, you have a lot of friends now, so you don't want me?"

The dispute just now penetrated the thin walls and attracted the attention of other residents. Jiang Fei heard someone open the door, mumbling something, and some neighbors chatted with each other and went downstairs together.

The originally silent space was slowly filled with anonymous noises, and the coldness on Jiang Fei's face also faded a lot.

He looked at He Qian for a long while before speaking.

"He Qian, the exam in the afternoon is about to start, you should go back."

He Qian looked at him stubbornly, without speaking.

After a stalemate for a few minutes, even Xiang Zimo couldn't help frowning and was about to speak out, the phone in He Qian's pocket rang, it was his adoptive parents asking and urging anxiously before the exam.

He Qian let the phone ring twice, and then suddenly smiled.

He was very handsome, and when he smiled, his eyes were slightly curved, and he looked as gentle as a spring breeze, but there was no smile in his eyes.

he said softly.

"Xiao Fei, I will come to see you next time."

After speaking, he finally retracted his eyes slowly, lowered his eyes, walked down the steps, and soon disappeared from Jiang Fei's sight.

Hearing his footsteps completely left the building, Jiang Fei breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense back relaxed inch by inch.

He looked at Xiang Zimo's back and whispered.

"Thank you just now."

Xiang Zimo turned around, pushed the mirror frame, and looked at him with a very flat tone.

"Just treat it as your reward for taking care of the cat last time, you're welcome."

Hearing that he divided things so clearly without any extra emotional components, it was obvious that he intended to limit their relationship to ordinary neighbors.

Jiang Fei also nodded, without saying a word, bent down to pick up the bag on the ground.

Just now He Qian's strength was out of proportion, and he pinched too hard on his cheeks and side of his neck. There were bright red finger marks on Bai Shengsheng's skin. was abused.

Xiang Zimo's eyebrows jumped suddenly.

He reflexively wanted to withdraw his gaze, and when he slid down, he saw Jiang Fei bent over again. The overly wide jacket on his body exposed a piece of white collarbone, and he could even glimpse the thin chest and...

Xiang Zimo turned his head immediately, went home, and quickly closed the door.

He frowned, his face extremely ugly.

He is in a band, and he went to Beijing with a dream a few years ago, and after a few years, he returned to his hometown full of exhaustion and frustration.

In that bustling capital city crowded with all kinds of people, Xiang Zimo saw too many secrets.

And in the so-called rich and powerful circles he walked through, he also saw the filth of shame.

For a clean, innocent and beautiful young man like Jiang Fei, most people want to make him cry, break, and dirty.

Just like what He Qian did just now, forcing him to show a sobbing helpless expression, pitiful and cute.

Just now Xiang Zimo listened to the door for a long time before he couldn't help but push the door open.

Seeing Jiang Fei's humiliated appearance when He Qian held his chin and kissed his face, he just shook his head, then was dazzled by endless hatred and anger, pulled He Qian away violently, and then raised his fist .

He shouldn't have been meddling.

Xiang Zimo stood at the door with a gloomy expression. When he was awakened by the kitten's weak cry, he realized that he was standing stiffly and clenched his fists unconsciously.

His expression was too scary, and there was low air pressure all over his body. Even the kitten was timid and only dared to spin around in front of him, not daring to play by biting his trousers as he was so dependent on before.

Xiang Zimo took off his glasses, rubbed the center of his brows vigorously, and suppressed the hostility in his heart with his ruthless movements.

His body, which was slowly relaxing, was a little sore and weak. He breathed a sigh of relief, put the glasses aside casually, then squatted down and stretched out his hands.

Only then did the kitten dare to limp and run towards him, rubbing its furry head against his palm, and making a soft, clingy cry.

Xiang Zimo's expression softened, and he smiled lowly.

"good."