The perfect game for personalities

Glancing at Jiang Fei slowing down his eating movements, Qiao Ge asked.

"Is it tasty?"

Jiang Fei nodded and answered honestly.

"It's delicious, the best sweet and sour pork ribs I've ever had."

In order to show his credibility, he also smiled, the corners of his pursed lips were slightly raised, and the curvature of his eyes became softer.

The dark pupils looked over intently, quietly, but it was like a thunderbolt hitting Qiao Ge's heart.

Jhogo looked at him and was silent for a few seconds, his knuckles curled up unconsciously.

Then, he said in a casual tone.

"That's good. These sweets are all prepared by the cook. I don't like them. You can eat them all."

Jiang Fei hesitated as he looked at the fragrant dessert.

"But I can't take it anymore."

"Let's eat later, anyway, there is no class yet."

Qiao Ge showed him how to level the seat into a small bed for one person to rest. Jiang Fei followed suit and lay down to take a lunch break like him.

He was used to lying on his side, with his back to Jogo, and after a while, he felt a little uncomfortable, and turned over again, just in time to meet Jogo's gaze.

It seemed that he didn't expect him to turn around suddenly. A moment of embarrassment flashed across Qiao Ge's face, and his focused eyes flickered, as if he was about to move away quickly.

But he quickly calmed down, continued to stare at Jiang Fei, and took the lead in asking questions.

"You went home with He Qian yesterday? Do you know each other?"

"We knew each other before, but you knew him too?"

Jiang Fei was a little surprised by this. At the same time, he was also curious whether there was a special connection between the personalities in the world, whether there were memories of the real world, or whether they knew each other's identities.

Hearing his surprised inquiry, Jogo quickly replied.

"I don't know him, but the circle is so big. I've heard about his parents adopting him."

After a pause, he stared at Jiang Fei with an unclear tone.

"You have a good relationship, but people like them are going to go abroad to study in university."

"I know."

Jiang Fei thought about it and said.

"If you learn basketball, you will have to go abroad sooner or later."

The domestic basketball reputation and skills are not as good as those abroad. If Jogo wants to concentrate on this, he will definitely go abroad to continue his studies.

Qiao Ge was stunned and said nothing.

After a while, he changed his posture and lay on his back with his arms pillowed on his head. He seemed to be sleepy. He closed his eyes and replied with a nasal hum.

The atmosphere suddenly fell.

Jiang Fei looked hesitantly at his sharp profile, frowned, and couldn't help asking.

"It rained so hard yesterday, why didn't you take an umbrella? Are you not sick?"

As soon as the words fell, Qiao Ge's eyelids trembled, as if he couldn't help but want to open them, but he held back.

The smiles on his lips overflowed inexplicably, his lazy voice was a little sleepy and hoarse, but his tone was undoubtedly uplifting.

"I'm in good health, don't worry, just take a shower in the open air."

The sudden concern was like being fed a bag of popping candy, stuffy in the heart, crackling up and down, the crisp and numb current trembled in the heart, hitting the blood, producing a subtle sweetness that made Jogo helpless.

He closed his eyes tightly, turned his head, and buried his back in the direction of Jiang Fei, blocking the look on his face.

After a few seconds, he said in a low voice.

"There is still class in the afternoon. You should sleep for a while, and I will call you."

When he heard Jiang Fei's answer, his voice became quiet.

Every minute and every second was stretched infinitely long, Jogo's mouth was parched and his mind was absent.

After a while, he turned his head like a thief, seemingly unintentionally, peeking over, and saw Jiang Fei curled up on his side, eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep.

Qiao Ge stared at him motionless for a long time, and when he caught a glimpse of the clock in the car pointing to 01:30, he sat up lightly, got up silently, walked around the small table, and half squatted on the side of Jiang Fei. by the chair.

Such a height made him very close to Jiang Fei, and his chin almost touched the crow-black and smooth hair.

Within sight was Jiang Fei's fair side face, her eyelashes were curly and long, and she looked docile when she drooped down.

Such a clean, handsome, even pretty appearance is indeed eye-catching on campus, but Qiao Ge's family background is extraordinary. He has seen many high-class ladies and young masters with outstanding appearance and temperament since he was a child, so he should have been immune to it.

It's just that he didn't know why, the first time he saw Jiang Fei, he felt his whole heart was hit.

It was an indescribable feeling.

It seems that once he notices Jiang Fei, the whole world goes out of light, only he is lit.

But seeing Jiang Fei leave his sight, the aftertaste of that glimpse was like a frenzied tide, unable to stop for a long time.

Jogo doesn't believe that he will fall in love with anyone at first sight, especially a boy.

But he couldn't deny that he had a natural instinct to be close to Jiang Fei.

I want to be closer to him, a little closer.

The driver purposely drove the most spacious car in the house. There was plenty of space, so Jiang Fei, who usually took a lunch break on his stomach on the desk, slept soundly today, and he didn't even notice Qiao Ge's silent approach.

He shrugged slightly and curled up as if seeking shelter. The light-colored school uniform highlighted the thin lines of his shoulder blades, and he looked quiet and endearing.

His skin is very fair, even after being exposed to the sun, it will only turn red, and it will soon turn white again, like shiny and tender flesh, warm and moving.

Jogo looked at him for a long time before slowly raising his hand.

Because he often plays basketball, his rough, calloused knuckles are wider than average.

He didn't dare to touch Jiang Fei's cheek, but only dared to lower his hand. When he touched the hair, it was as if he was holding a precious and fragile object, and he didn't dare to use force for a long time.

The crow-black hair slipped from between his fingers, as if something had flowed from his heart, and it was an unstoppable sense of loss.

Jhogo looked down, expressionless on his face.

He picked up a few more strands of hair and watched them also escape from his palm.

After repeating the same strange movements several times, he glanced at his watch, slightly closed his palms, put them on Jiang Fei's shoulders, shook them slightly, and woke him up in a low voice.

"Jiang Fei, it's almost time for class."

His voice was low, almost soft.

Under such patient calls, Jiang Fei opened his eyes sleepily, rubbed them, and sat up.

Qiao Ge withdrew his hand in time, still maintaining a half-squatting posture, looking at him, with the same tone as usual.

"Get ready to go back to the classroom, the dessert is not fresh, don't eat it, I will bring you a new one next time."

"okay."

Jiang Fei, who was still asleep, seemed to have not heard clearly, so she nodded subconsciously.

He covered his mouth and yawned a little, the corners of his eyes were a little wet, his dazed appearance looked a little unconscious and cute.

Jogo's heart was like a kitten, slowly swelled with endless softness, and he had to tighten the line of his jaw so as not to let the overly revealing expression of love and affection be noticed.

When Jiang Fei was packed, they got out of the car.

The sudden onslaught of the afternoon sun dispelled the tranquility of the enclosed space, and noisy sounds came from all directions. Qiao Ge stood in place, but felt that his mood was different from when he came, heavy and ups and downs.

He and Jiang Fei parted ways at the school gate, one went to the classroom and the other to the gymnasium.

There was no class yet, and the students walked through the door one after another.

Jiang Fei took two steps, suddenly remembered something, and called Qiao Ge back.

He smiled a little embarrassedly, and said seriously.

"Thank you for the coconut cake and lunch, shall I treat you to dinner next time?"

Someone walked through the gap between them, covering Jiang Fei's face for a short while, Qiao Ge stepped forward involuntarily, shortened the distance, and stared at him intently.

He smiled quickly, his tone rare and serious.

"You don't need to treat me to dinner, just give me a birthday present."

"birthday present?"

Jiang Fei was startled.

Joe Gon said lightly.

"The seventh of next month is my birthday, and I want a birthday present."

Jiang Fei only hesitated for a moment, then nodded and promised.

"it is good."