"Xiao Rong, you won't want to tell others about us,"

Li Yonghua had a belt in his hand, and his disgusting reptilian eyes looked at me fearlessly, "Do this kind of thing for your own physical education teacher - you don't want to live under the eyes of others for the rest of your life." ”

After that, the ping pong teacher and I seemed to have reached some tacit secret agreement.

Every Thursday after physical education class, he would leave me to "guide table tennis teaching"; Every Sunday night, before the self-study began, he would wait at the corner of the hallway.

He took my weakness. I don't like this kind of thing anymore, and I really don't have the courage to say no.

To be precise, I'm not completely afraid to refuse.

I didn't say no more, in a way, because I felt it...... He needs me.

I've never been needed by anyone, even that nasty need...... For me, it is a proof of my survival.

Nearly a month has passed, and the round table is simply resident in Angel's seat; My table was completely empty.

I'm almost completely used to life without Angel.

In other words, it's that my state can't support me to pay attention to the outside world.

I was caught in a split of self-contradiction.

In the daytime, I was afraid to stand under the sun, afraid to see my own shadow; At night, I was obsessed with light, and I felt the urge to moth to fire any light source.

Seeing Angel again, it was after the first monthly exam.

I thought my grades would drop to the bottom of the river, after all, I had a messy time since the beginning of school.

But I'm still a middle school student who can't get up or down, it's just ...... Steady makes one doubt the meaning of effort.

The math teacher is explaining the monthly exam papers, and there is a large piece of beautiful chalk words combining numbers and shapes on the blackboard; My mind went blank as I made excerpts.

There was a sudden light movement around him.

I froze, not daring to look at the person next to me.

It's Angel. I can feel it.

The sound of him tidying up his desk, the sound of him opening his pencil case, the sound of him rummaging through the test papers; His somewhat rapid breathing, the scent of his shampoo, his more mature breath than his peers.

For a while, all my senses were Angel.

I remember him saying that we were just "ordinary classmates". And after all this time, I'm not the same person anymore.

I have a secret. I'm not like him, but what I do ...... But it's even more disgusting than him.

My mind was full of thoughts, until a cold, sweaty palm covered the back of my hand.

I finally looked at the owner of the hand.

Angel cut her hair and darkened her complexion.

He smiled at me.

- As if nothing had happened.

"Kang Rong, I don't have a test paper, lend me a look." Angel naturally leaned over and held my hand with more force.

He whispered to me, "Why didn't you just call you?" What are you thinking? ”

The table tennis teacher also spoke to me in my ear with hot breath. I'm a spirit, and the pen falls to the ground.

Angel finally withdrew his hand and bent down to help me pick it up.

I went to take his pen, and he wouldn't let go; One of us was holding the end of the pen, and if it weren't for the stacked books on the table, the teacher would have roared at us to get out of the classroom.

I frowned at him and whispered, "Give me back." ”

Angel let go of her hand with a smile, "Lend me the test papers." ”

I moved the paper between the two desks.

For the rest of the lesson, he leaned his head almost against the crook of my arm and watched me take notes.

I took notes and counted the days he left...... Thirty-four days? Or thirty-six days?

Time has played a malicious joke on me—more than 30 days are as long to me as they are for more than 30 centuries.

Angel is still young after she comes back, and even has a childish Lai Pi.

but I withered from the inside out.