After the third year of high school, our physical education classes and art classes will be cancelled.

Even the head teacher persuaded us with regret: This is the last semester in which we can freely radiate our youthful vitality before the college entrance examination, and everyone should cherish it.

The physical education class in the last semester is elective, and we can choose one of nearly ten sports such as football, basketball, table tennis, etc.

As expected, Angel chose basketball, and I chose table tennis.

I also like basketball, but my shooting skills are too bad. Moreover, there are far more girls watching boys play basketball than watching table tennis.

From the second week onwards, the last class every Thursday afternoon is physical education.

My PE teacher was a middle-aged man in his early thirties.

Before the start of the class, he made a passionate speech, encouraging us young people to be strong when the country is strong, not only to learn cultural classes well, but also to maintain a strong physique.

He also fondly recalled his glorious history in provincial competitions and talked about the essence of table tennis wisdom.

After class, the former physical education teacher is still talking. I think he is even more verbose than Tang Seng in "Journey to the West".

Angel showed up at our venue with her school uniform jacket over her shoulders and her bangs soaked with sweat – he was looking for me to go to dinner.

More than half of the table tennis group is female, and many are from other classes. The moment Angel appeared at the door of the table tennis room, I heard the boos of at least ten girls in the group.

It was a kind of boo that was amazed.

Angel walked back and forth in the doorway, wincing and smiling at me. I laughed unconsciously.

Angel is not handsome enough to make people crazy, but his demeanor at this time, I can only think of two words - "youth".

Teacher Tang Seng finally let us go.

Angel wasn't having enough fun, so we went to the indoor basketball room together. There were also two classmates in the same class who were dribbling the ball and greeted me warmly when they saw me. In less than half an hour, I was a little exhausted and sat aside to watch them.

It didn't take long for Angel to score the last goal in style and no longer continue.

We were all sweating, and there was still more than half an hour before the evening self-study, so we decided to go back to the dormitory to take a shower first.

It's already dark.

There were very few people on the road, and Angel's breathing was heavy. He said to me, "Kang Rong, the way you sweat is very sexual. ”

I replied, "Angel, you look handsome when you shoot." ”

Back in the dormitory, it was just the two of us.

Angel closed the door to the dormitory, and the light was not turned on, so she pressed me against the door. Before I could react, he grabbed my face and pecked me on the lips. A mushroom cloud exploded in my mind. He poked into my mouth again, sucking and entangling me, almost suffocating me. The mushroom cloud in my mind scattered into dust again, besieging my consciousness.

Angel finally stopped. We stood face to face in the dark. My head went blank.

"You ......"

"I ......"

After a century of silence, we spoke at the same time, stopped at the same time, and waited for the other to speak first.

"Kang Rong, just ......"

"It was just an accident." I interrupted him with a frown, "We're still friends. ”

"You're not mad at me, are you?" Angel asked cautiously.

"If you don't mention it again, I won't be angry."

"You ...... just now"

"I said don't mention it again!" I yelled at him in annoyance and pushed him away to get ready for a change of clothes.

The warm water washed my sweat from my body. I clenched my fists in anger and pounded my chest until the dull pain clearly overshadowed the irritability.

After taking a shower, I didn't wait for Angel, I went straight back to the classroom.

Before the evening self-study began, some people wrote their homework alone, and some people chatted together.

The round table has become accustomed to sitting in Anqi's seat, playing games with the rich second generation back table in this "hidden" seat. I asked him to sit back, and he wasn't happy.

I told myself repeatedly: calm down, calm down; There is no need to quarrel with Angel because of this, and there should be no anger towards others.

But in the next second, I picked up a book out of control and smashed it at the same table.

He glared at me in shock and anger: "Rub! Kang Rong, why are you so sick? ”

The classroom suddenly fell silent, and I felt countless eyes focused on me, and I couldn't help but feel uneasy again.

I took a deep breath and turned to look at my book.

"Nerves!" Yuan cursed and kicked Angel's desk again, and several of the exercise books stacked high on his desk fell to the ground.

Angel arrived at the classroom, picked up the dropped book casually, and sat next to me as usual.

The round table patted him on the shoulder: "Anqi, you guys quarreled?" ”

I could feel Angel watching me.

Anqi was silent for a while, and her voice was a little hoarse: "No." He wasn't mad at me. ”

"He asked me to sit back, but I didn't do it, and he even hit me with a book." The round table accused me of the crime, "You must have provoked him." ”

"He's not mad at me." Angel stubbornly repeated the sentence.

"Damn, you two are nervous!"