It stands to reason that Angel is better at dealing with people than me, and her popularity is better than mine.

But since he used to sit next to me in self-study classes, he has become as transparent in class as I am.

He left school and went home in silence, and no one in the class noticed it—except me.

Two weeks later, I still don't get used to the days without Angel around me.

I wanted to apologize to him, I wanted to ask him what had happened, and I wanted to know when he would be back.

When I passed by the phone booth, I always lifted the microphone, pressed his number, and hung up when the call was not answered.

I'll wait until he gets back to school, I thought.

It's time for gym class again. I've gotten into the habit of going back to my dorm to take a shower after PE class. I didn't have much appetite after taking a shower that day, and it was still early before the evening self-study, so I wandered aimlessly around the campus.

I don't want to go back to the classroom and feel like there's a vacancy around me.

The spring is cold, and at the beginning of the first quarter of the year, the place where I hang out is as dull and boring as I am.

I walked slowly around the plastic track of the playground twice, and from time to time I had the illusion that Angel was silently following by my side.

But when I looked around, I couldn't see him.

I'm inexplicably irritable: this guy is really haunted......

On the way back to the classroom, I smelled a faint smell of smoke as I passed a green field full of flowers and trees.

Angel's smoke didn't smell like that, but I stopped to look at the man.

Under the moon tree, he looked at a somewhat familiar back. I couldn't see his face clearly; I know he's not Angel.

Boring.

I was about to continue to the classroom, when the man caught up with me and grabbed me by the shoulder: "Kang Rong? ”

This man has a lot of energy. The smell on him was a little familiar—uncomfortable to be familiar with.

His voice and attire hint at his age. But for a moment I couldn't remember who he was.

I removed his hand and searched my limited inventory of memories for the man's impressions.

"Do you smoke?" He pulled out a box of cigarettes.

"No, you don't." I shook my head, still unable to remember who he was, so I asked him, "Are you?" ”

"You just got out of my class, so you don't know me?" He spoke in a strange tone, as if he was pretending.

"Ping-pong teacher?"

"Ping Pong teacher? Haha," he laughed again, "I remember your name, and you don't even know what my last name is?" ”

I secretly complained: Who would be so bored to memorize the last name of a sub-teacher?

But I'm also a little surprised, how can he remember my name with so many students? Still ask me to smoke?

"Teacher, so ......," I greeted symbolically.

I don't like to deal with elders like teachers; A title makes me feel that Mount Tai is overwhelming, let alone standing in front of me so closely?

"My surname is Li, Muzi Li, Li Yonghua, I am not a local, my hometown is in ......" The table tennis teacher introduced himself by himself.

I was a little confused, and I didn't understand what he was talking about.

Actually, I wanted to go back to the classroom, but I was worried that it would be rude to interrupt him like this.

I listened to his lecture with embarrassment and anguish, and talked about my glorious history in the provincial team; The words went in and out of the left ear and out of the right ear, and dissipated with the evening breeze.

He gushed on and on, without stopping at all.

I plucked up the courage to say, "Teacher Li, I'm going to be late for self-study......"

"No one will say you if you're a few minutes late." The table tennis teacher put his arm around my shoulder again, "Now that we know each other, you don't have to be restrained with me." ”

I vaguely felt strange, but I couldn't say anything strange.

He took me through the greenery to the school's special art building.

The curriculum of art students is different from ours, they only take classes here during the day, and they do not need to stay on campus for self-study at night.

The building was empty and quiet, with only a few lights in the hallways.

He led me into a piano room, closed the door, and locked it again.

He didn't turn on the lights, and the only thing in the dimmed space was a small lamp at the back of the classroom that emitted a faint purple light.

I wasn't sure what he wanted to do, and I was alert.

The table tennis teacher is a few centimeters lower than me, but his body is much stronger than mine.

I couldn't turn my mind around, I just wanted to get this door.

"Kang Rong, don't stand so far, come here." He chuckled as he approached, "I don't do anything, just chat with you, don't be nervous." ”

I became more and more restless, and my limbs were clumped in place as if they had been filled with lead.