Do not provoke

In the delicate atmosphere, He Miao turned her head loudly, with an excited expression: "Brother Bei! The bracelet I bought has arrived!"

Tang Xingbei: "Oh."

His indifferent reaction could not stop He Miao's burning excitement. He turned around, dug out the hole in the table, and took out a box: "Would you like to have a look?"

Tang Xingbei resolutely refused: "Don't look, hot eyes."

He Miao selectively blocked the ridicule, opened the box excitedly, pulled it twice, and carefully took out the bracelet from a pile of colored velvet and gold foil paper: "Does it look good?!"

Tang Xingbei was determined not to watch it at first, but he couldn't hold back his curiosity. He glanced at it, and his expression suddenly became numb.

He subconsciously turned his head to look at Fang Lin, but saw that he was also speechless.

"...How is it?" The silly boy was still waiting for a response expectantly.

Tang Xingbei stretched out a finger, closed the box with a click, patted him on the shoulder, and said calmly, "It's very good, give it away, anyway, your mother won't let you fall in love early."

He Miao was so stupid that he couldn't understand the meaning of his words at all, and excitedly slapped the table: "I knew you would like it too! Look at this..."

"Don't, don't ruin my reputation." Tang Xingbei directly pulled his enthusiastic arm away from the table, and said coldly, "Remember, you picked it yourself, so it looks sincere. Zhou Nuan must have a look. Just like it."

He Miao nodded again and again as if she had an epiphany: "Understood!"

After coaxing the idiot away, Tang Xingbei heaved a sigh of relief, looked at Fang Lin with a half-embarrassed look, and cleared his throat: "By the way, today Lao Zhang talked about choosing sports, do you have any ideas?"

Before the evening self-study, Lao Zhang rushed to the class and had a brief meeting, saying that the school was impacting the provincial civilized and all-round campus selection, and asked them to improve their physical training.

And it was decided that the last class in the afternoon should be changed to a physical education class with extra practice, and even this final exam would include the physical education selection as a percentage in the total score, and the classroom was full of wailing on the spot.

Fang Lin: "Do you have any recommendations?"

"The basketball team is full, and they have already played for two or three semesters. It may not be easy for you to get in again."

Tang Xingbei thought for a while: "For yoga and badminton, most of them are girls. If you go..."

It is estimated that rotten peach blossoms are indispensable.

He blinked slowly, the smile in his eyes wavered and teased.

Fang Lin understood what he meant, and tapped the table with his fingertips: "Is there anything else?"

"Then tennis balls are left." Tang Xingbei snapped his fingers and raised his eyebrows, "Brother will take you flying."

At the beginning of the second year of high school, the school had organized sports electives. At that time, Tang Xingbei chose tennis, which is still the top tennis court.

Fang Lin looked at his smug look, and bent the corner of his mouth: "Okay, let's play tennis."

He Miao, who was in the front side, heard it, and holding the bracelet, she turned her head silently to look at Fang Lin, and wiped her face with tears in her eyes: "It's great... Finally, I don't have to be abused anymore."

Fang Lin looked at him inexplicably and frowned.

Tang Xingbei quickly kicked the man back with his foot on the chair.

The last extra physical education class in the afternoon.

"You're new here, the teacher asked me to take care of you." Tang Xingbei slung a tennis racket over his shoulder, and looked towards Fang Lin with joy in his eyes.

He squinted, tied a blue sweatband between his forehead and blue wristband, and replaced it with white T-shorts for physical education class, which was refreshing and clean.

With a hum, Fang Lin raised his head and flicked the tennis racket in his hand. It felt good.

The tennis court is very big, and there are eight of them next to each other, all of which have already been occupied. The balls are flying around in the sky, among which He Miao's voice is the loudest and the most excited.

"Brother Shui is amazing!!"

"Sure enough, he was trained by the boss! He's too strong!"

Tang Xingbei clicked his tongue in disgust, looked away, swung the racket around, reached out to pat Fang Lin's shoulder, and hooked his fingers: "Come with me."

Outside the venue is the lush banyan tree avenue leading to the restaurant, which blocks out the sun and is very cool in summer, with mottled sunlight on the leaves in the forest.

It was still class time, and there was no one on Banyan Tree Avenue except for the occasional teacher who passed by, so Tang Xingbei took them over directly: "Practice juggling first, one hundred in a group."

"Let's practice first..." He leaned against the barbed wire fence by the side of the court, took the racket and circled it randomly twice between his fingers, hesitating, "Ten sets."

Fang Lin: "?"

He said, "Aren't you really avenging yourself?"

"Stop talking nonsense." Tang Xingbei snorted.

"Find the center of gravity and try not to let the ball fall."

"From the shoulder to the armband, the strength must be steady—"

……

"And then there's the serving position—"

As Tang Xingbei said, he half-bent sideways, clenched the racket with both hands, his knuckles were thin, and his shoulders and waist line stretched out beautifully.

Fang Lin took another look, and met his squinting gaze, and subconsciously looked away quickly.

Tang Xingbei didn't notice anything, his eyelashes reflected light gold under the clear light and shadow: "Look at it——"

As he spoke, he found a ball out of nowhere, tossed it casually, and when it fell to a stable height, he swung a forehand very beautifully with his belt on his shoulders and wrists.

The tennis ball hit the center of the net, and with a slight "bang", it flew out of a gentle parabola slowly and lightly.

The moment the ball bounced off the ground, Tang Xingbei clasped the racket with his fingertips, and proudly made a circle, turned around with his eyes bent, and raised his eyebrows: "How is it?"

The temperature in summer was on the high side, even though he was in the shade, his hair tip and neck were still slightly damp with sweat. The blue-white boy had red lips and white teeth.

Fang Lin took a look: "Very powerful."

Tang Xingbei was very embarrassed in his heart, but he still pretended to be nonchalant, and reached out to grab his wrist: "You try it."

The wrist feels warm and cool, Tang Xingbei's finger bones are beautiful, thin and straight, Fang Lin inexplicably took a look.

"Why are you in a daze! Raise your hand!"

After that, it's the devil's itinerary to make up for tennis.

Probably because they were afraid that their physical fitness would not be able to keep up in the three years of high school, and the school had the same strict requirements on their physical training as the minor subjects.

Fang Lin was the captain of the basketball team at his previous school, so his physical fitness is naturally fine, but he is new to tennis, so he is more tired than those who have practiced for more than half a year.

As his temporary person in charge, Tang Xingbei would accompany him to practice on the tennis court for half an hour before going home together after self-study and school every night.

"Are you going to Zhou Nuan's birthday party tomorrow night?" Tang Xingbei asked casually as he looked at the foggy blue sky with a tennis racket hanging on his shoulder.

Fang Lin glanced at him: "Are you going?"

Tang Xingbei stretched under the dim streetlight: "He Miao is going to confess his love, go to a play."

Bored, he twirled the racket with his left hand twice: "It just so happens that tomorrow is Friday's holiday, so it's okay to take a break once in a while."

Fang Lin hummed: "I have something to do tomorrow night."

"……Oh."

It's as if you're being invited.

Tang Xingbei cut his heart in dissatisfaction, and continued to walk forward with a cold face.

Seeing him walking faster and faster, Fang Lin couldn't figure out why he was angry, frowned, and followed up: "What's wrong?"

Tang Xingbei slowed down his pace, and after a long while lazily replied that it's okay, he paused, turned his face sideways, and casually asked, "What are you going to do tomorrow night?"

Fang Lin looked away calmly, he didn't know if it was an illusion, his tone seemed a little cold: "A few friends from before came to see me."

This was the first time he mentioned the topic of the past, Tang Xingbei wanted to ask more, but felt that it was not very good, so he said dryly.

Although they have been under the same roof for half a month, due to the embarrassing identities that they don't want to mention, the limited communication between the two is still only on the surface, and they don't dare to dig deeper.

Tang Xingbei suddenly felt a little irritable, lowered his head, swung the racket, and hung it back on one shoulder to put a distance from Fang Lin.