I don't know what to do about what is going to happen. Angel probably did the same.

If we become a family, we really have no reason to be lovers anymore.

Can I let it go...... I can't.

Until the end of the final exam, Angel and I kept an awkward distance.

Angel and I were in the same exam room, so we went back to the classroom together after the last exam.

I spent so much time that almost everyone left, hesitated, and finally asked him, "Don't you need me to help you with tuition during the summer vacation......?"

He lowered his eyes: "No need. ”

…… It's really crisp.

I watched Angel slowly sort through the mountain of study materials, and I was very unhappy. I quickly packed up my homework and threw away the waste paper that had accumulated over the semester.

Without saying hello, I left Angel alone in the classroom and strode back to the dormitory.

I've been having this nasty temper a lot lately. I knew it would push him farther and farther away, but I couldn't control my emotions.

I even thought that if I could provoke Angel and part ways after a big fight, it might not be a relief.

But Angel seemed to be fighting with me—none of us wanted to say anything first.

It turns out that Angel will also become a deserter like me, who does not dare to face problems.

Opening the dormitory door, I almost thought I was in a den of thieves.

Angel's bed was the closest to the door. His beds were always tidy. On the delicate straw mat, the thin quilt of the starry sky pattern is folded squarely ironed.

But at this moment, the red and dazzling word "pervert" was spread out on his bed arrogantly.

His cabinet was also pried open, and the contents were staggered, and many bottles and cans were scattered on the floor.

Even his expensive suitcase was cut beyond recognition by a knife. The laundry he had made the night before was torn and piled up in the middle of the dormitory.

Even his clothes were splashed with a few bits of red paint.

It was close to sunset, the dormitory was empty, and Angel hadn't returned yet.

Except for Angel, everyone else – including my own bed – was in perfect condition. I don't know who Angel provoked.

I put down my bag and prepared to go to the dormitory manager.

A cacophony in the hallway. I paused instinctively, and heard that it was Angel's top bunk, and two male voices sounded unfamiliar.

After the entrance examination, Angel never did anything hostile to me on weekdays. But as things stand, he is suspected of causing this trouble.

The three of them laughed and pushed open the door, and the other two each held a lacquer bucket in a black plastic bag and some utensils.

Except for Angel's upper bunk, I really don't know the other two; They don't wear school uniforms either.

They were also a little surprised to see me.

Ma Chaoyue, if I remember his name correctly, quickly regained his composure and smiled contemptuously: "Kang Rong, do you want to join us?" ”

I held back my anger: "Angel provoked you? ”

"It's not once or twice that he's messed with me......" he said as he made a defensive chest-hugging gesture, "Is the background great?" It's not the same! ”

The other two opened the plastic bag and began to put on their gloves.

I clenched my fists: "Stop." ”

"Less loaded with you! I see that Angel has been lukewarm to you recently, and kindly gave you a chance to vent her anger, just forget it if you don't appreciate it, don't get in the way of your buddy! ”

I seldom had a confrontation with people head-on, and in such a situation I was so angry and cowardly that I couldn't say a word.

I felt sweat oozing from my back and my heart pounding.

They were ready to "commit the crime", carrying brushes and staining paint, one to paint Angel's cabinet, and the other to brush his clothes.

I stiffly stopped the boy who was moving Angel's clothes.

His strength was greater than I thought: "Classmate, I advise you not to ask for hardship. ”

"Kang Rong, you don't know each other anymore, don't blame my brother for cleaning up with you." Angel stood beside me on the top bunk, her tone full of unkind warnings.

I instinctively pushed him away and snatched the boy's brush again.

"Dead nerd! Looking for a fight, right? "Angel's top bunk attacked me from behind, and I took two steps forward with my unsteady center of gravity, kicking over the paint bucket.

For a moment, the floor of the dormitory was dripping with a pungent smell of scarlet.

"! Brother finally got the lacquer in. It's good to die! ”

The strange boy was spitting phlegm, and while I was not on my feet, he bent his knees forward, his shoulders against my abdomen, and his hands went around my legs, and then he lunged forward, throwing me to the ground.

There was a pain in the tail vertebrae, followed by a wet and sticky touch. I couldn't get up for a while, so I scuffled with the two of them in a half-lying position.

After a while, the boy at the cabinet joined them. I was outnumbered and quickly restrained.

The other two boys are very good at fighting. Not only was I kicked several times in the abdomen, but one of my arms was twisted and dislocated. I was so hurt that I had to curl up on the floor.

They lost interest in the original prank and painted on me with a brush that dipped the red paint on the ground. And then all sorts of unbearable swearing.

Sadly, I didn't even have the strength to dodge. My brain screamed for pain. I opened my eyes blankly, feeling like everything was blurry.

But I still saw a fallen book under the cabinet that Angel had pried open.

It was a hardcover edition of Lao She's Anthology that I had never opened.

How can that be done with that book? I felt pain. The pain on his body was not obvious.

Maybe my reaction was too stiff, or maybe I looked miserable. In short, they quickly lost interest again, packed up the tools of the "crime" and left.

I slowed down. This little trauma will pass by gritting your teeth.

I rubbed my lacquered hand on my clothes a few times, and picked up the poor copy of Lao She's Anthology. I held it to my chest.

If I had known, I wouldn't have returned it to Angel.