The perfect game for personalities

When Jiang Fei went to school the next morning, he went downstairs and saw a cool dark blue motorcycle leaning against the corridor.

He remembered the sound he heard from the window last night, took another look at the motorcycle, and hurried to school.

June [-]th and [-]th are the time for the college entrance examination, and the first and second year of senior high school are on holiday.

He Qian was originally a sophomore in high school, but his academic performance is excellent, and in order to study abroad, he has already applied to the school to take this year's college entrance examination with his senior year.

When the exam bell rang, Jiang Fei was sitting in a taxi, following the address given to him by Qiao Ge.

When school was over a few days ago, Jogo found him, wrote the address on a note and gave it to him.

"On the morning of my birthday, you came here to find me."

Jiang Fei got out of the car and stared blankly at the building in front of him, unable to tell where it was for a moment.

He walked over and pressed the combination lock according to the combination Jogo had told him that day.

With a click, the lock unlocked.

He opened the door and went in, only to see that it was actually a basketball gym with a sweeping view. It was empty, only Qiao Ge was standing on the ground under the stairs to shoot. Bounce back and forth.

He turned around when he heard someone coming in.

He didn't wear the basketball team's uniform today, but a private suit, a black short sleeve and knee-length gray shorts. His sweat-soaked hair hung down on his forehead, and his gentle expression seemed more approachable than usual.

He looked at Jiang Fei and said.

"Come down."

Jiang Fei went down the stairs, walked towards him, and asked hesitantly.

"Isn't it your birthday today? Why are you here? Is there no one else?"

Qiao Ge stood motionless, watched him approach, heard this, smiled and said.

"The house is preparing for a party, and I'll be back before noon."

Jiang Fei nodded clearly, and didn't ask him why he wanted to meet him alone, or why he didn't invite him to the party.

There is still a long distance between them.

He handed over the bag in his hand and said.

"Happy birthday."

There is a small box in the solid-color bag, which looks like a cheap item near the school, but the packaging is very careful.

Jogo took it over, glanced at it, and asked.

"Can I take it apart now?"

After Jiang Fei nodded, he took out the box and opened it against his chest.

Inside the box is a pair of black and red headbands and a wristband of the same color, all of which are embroidered with a small word "Joe" with gold thread at the corner, and a birthday card with "Happy Birthday" written on it, The signature is Jiang Fei's name.

Jiang Fei paid attention to his expression, and said with a shy smile.

"I saw it by chance on the street and thought it would suit you very well, but there may be many people wearing headbands and wristbands, so I asked the store to teach me to embroider your last name."

Qiao Ge looked at the word "Joe" in a daze, his throat was astringent, and his heart was burning hot.

The knuckles holding the hard box were tightened inch by inch, and afraid of making creases, he restrained his secret movement.

he whispered.

"Thank you."

This was the cheapest gift he had ever received, but it was also really chosen for him, his favorite gift.

He rubbed the transparent packaging bag with his fingertips, as if he wanted to open it, but Jogo tightened his sweat-soaked sticky palms, carefully buttoned the box, and put it back into the bag.

He ran over, put the bag in his backpack, and looked back at Jiang Fei, smiling brightly.

"Play basketball with me this morning."

Jiang Fei was startled and said.

"But I'm not very good at it."

"It's okay, I'll teach you."

Jiang Fei looked at Qiao Ge's eyes, which were brighter, more focused, and softer than usual.

He was silent and replied.

"it is good."

This may be a private basketball gym, because no one else came in all morning.

The window on the stairs reflects the smoky blue sky outside the window, and the sun illuminates the empty space. Their dancing figures shuttle between the daylight, and the shadows are constantly changing.

The rapid panting was intertwined with the sound of the basketball hitting the ground, mixed with the occasional whisper.

Qiao Ge is worthy of being the captain of the basketball team. When he teaches patiently, Jiang Fei, as a person with no foundation, can improve rapidly.

Towards morning, they finally stopped.

When Jiang Fei came here this time, he didn't expect to play basketball with him, so he didn't bring spare clothes.

He originally wanted to bear it and go home, but he was sweating profusely and his body smelled too heavy.

Jogo found some clothes with tags still on from the cabinet, and handed them to him.

"These clothes are new, you should try to wear them first."

Although Jiang Fei didn't know the brand of the clothes, he could tell from the fabric and touch that these clothes were not affordable for ordinary students.

He hesitated, shook his head and said.

"No, I'll change it when I get home."

The same basketball exercise made him sweat more, his whole face became shiny, his cheeks were thin red, and his lips were moist red because he drank too much water. Suddenly there is a kind of fresh beauty.

Sweat dripped down the thin chin, and some slid down the neck into the sunken collarbone socket, like a pool of glistening moon springs, the soaked neckline was pressed against the flat and thin chest, with the still The restless breathing fluctuated slightly.

Jogo looked at him, his heart beating a beat slower.

He suddenly felt that Jiang Fei's low panting sound had an echo in the basketball court, and only he could hear the echo. The warm breath seemed to be close to his ears, and it silently crawled over his trembling flesh, and drilled into his boiling heart.

He rolled his Adam's apple unconsciously, his eyes darkened, he turned his head, tried his best to calm down, and spoke as if nothing had happened.

"It smells like sweat. You should take a shower before going back. You don't need to return your clothes."

Jiang Fei raised her elbow, smelled her own smell, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, took the clothes and thanked her, and hurried to the bathroom.

There were only three shower cubicles in the bathroom, and Jhogo had already gone to the innermost one first.

Jiang Fei's footsteps paused, separating him from him.

The sound of rushing water rose into a hazy hot mist, no one spoke, and they took a shower very quietly.

After a while, Jiang Fei took the lead to turn off the tap, dried himself in the compartment, and changed into the clothes Jogo lent him. When he came out, he heard the sound of Jogo's water flow.

He waited in place for a while, until Jogo's voice came out through the sound of dripping water, and was muffled and hoarse.

"Jiang Fei, you go first."

In short, they were going to go home separately, so Jiang Fei was not polite, and after saying goodbye, he left the bathroom with his dirty clothes.

Guessing that he had already left the basketball hall, Jogo raised his hand and turned off the tap.

He pushed open the door of the compartment, walked out slowly covered in water, and stopped at the door of Jiang Fei's compartment.

The hand hanging by the side curled up struggling, the nails pinching the palm tightly.

After sustaining the numb pain for a few seconds, Qiao Ge couldn't help but push open the door, stood in the cubicle where Jiang Fei had showered just now, leaned against the wall, and took a deep breath.

After a while, he lowered his head, looked at the mottled palm with an indistinguishable expression, and smiled self-deprecatingly.