I never spoke to Angel again that night. Angel didn't take the initiative to speak to me.

I didn't talk to anyone either.

Before the lights went out, Xu Zhi asked me, "Kang Rong, I heard that you went crazy tonight?" ”

"You don't care about me." I said this and fell asleep.

But I couldn't sleep. I don't know what's going on with Angel, and I don't know what I'm so angry about.

Melody I could have dismissed it as an accident or a joke, but this time—this time—clearly crossed some boundaries...... I can't take it.

I didn't say a word to Angel for a week.

Angel still sat at my table in self-study class, accompanied me in meals, and followed me on the way to and from the classroom...... But he didn't speak.

This strange way of getting along doesn't hate me. It was as if a new balance had been reached between us.

The classmates around me didn't seem to notice the abnormality of me and Angel, because we have always been taciturn and somewhat "different" people.

It wasn't until a week later that the subtle distance between me and Angel changed.

In the physical education class that Thursday afternoon, the table tennis teacher showed us the basic movements and let us practice them on our own.

I was partnered with a dark-skinned boy from the next class who wore black-rimmed glasses.

The reason why we became partners was because the other students formed partners early, and we were the only ones who were left alone, so we naturally got together.

He served beautifully and received the ball unsteadily; I'm the opposite.

After practicing for only ten minutes, the table tennis teacher came to me and pointed at me, saying that I was standing in the wrong position when serving, and that I should lower my center of gravity, and that my arms should not be forced, and that my wrists should be flexible.

I blushed at what he said, and my serve was a little lower.

The teacher simply wrapped around me from behind and took me to demonstrate it myself. I could smell the smoke in his breath and the smell of a middle-aged man in him.

He held my hands and made several movements, unconsciously touching my back and buttocks as he let go of me.

I was quite disgusted by this touch, and then I left the ping pong room, went to the bathroom, washed my hands and face, and patted the place where I was touched.

Out of the bathroom, I bumped into Angel.

Angel's eyes were ruthless like I had never seen before.

A week has passed, and I find it very difficult to even say hello to him.

"Kang Rong," I could almost successfully pass by him, and he stopped me again, "You hate me?" ”

"Haha, no." I don't mean it. I don't know if he saw the interaction between the table tennis teacher and me not long ago.

"Why did you ignore me?" Angel looked at me; The look in his eyes reminded me of an abandoned puppy.

"I'm ...... now Ignoring you now? ”

"Kang Rong, you said we are still friends."

"yes, friends."

"Friend...... Friend! Angel's voice was angry.

The next second, he grabbed my wrist with such force that I couldn't break free.

He ushered me into the bathroom cubicle, where the two of us were crammed into a cramped space with the pungent smell of smoke mixed with the smell of the toilet.

I was very angry, and I was also very outrageous when I thought about the school violence in the novel, and I was a little frightened.

"Angel," I said, "I was thinking about it the other day...... Is there anything we can't say outside? I'm going back to ......."

Before I could finish speaking, Angel's hand was on the waistband of my pants. We all wear school uniforms and school pants on weekdays, and as soon as he pulled the tether around my waist, the pants came loose.

Angel's hand reached into my pants.

I was really angry now, and I punched Angel in the clean face.

He narrowed his eyes in pain, but he still didn't take his hand away, and even fiddled with my lower body in a frivolous way. I couldn't break his hand, so I could only grab the guy between his legs with the most nasty moves, and he bent over in pain.

"You're perverted!" I fastened my pants and looked at him through gritted teeth.

I don't remember what kind of expression I made at the time, but it must have hurt. Because when I left, I saw Angel's red eyes.

But I don't feel good either. I can't tell you what exactly I hate.

Hate Angel, who has a special crush on me?

Hate my only friend, Angel?

Hate Angel who likes Tim Burton as much as I do?

Hate Angel with a crescent moon in her heart?

……

I couldn't tell if I hated him or I hated myself for being afraid of other people's eyes.