"You think she doesn't know that you hate her!" Ge Yingqiang's words struck Fang Xiaomei in the face like thunder, "After all, it's a classmate thing, so don't be so fussy about it, okay? Chen Zhixing has gone too far. We have been together since the last year of elementary school. If you just endure it, it will be over. Then the road will turn upside down. Let's go our separate ways!" Fang Xiaomei shook off Ge Yingqiang's hand and said, "Then what do you want from me?" "I told you a long time ago, don't get between Chen Zhixing and He Xi! They are two different forces, so it's best not to mess with them."... "Jiang Zhiliu, do you have a table tennis racket? Lend me one, I signed up for table tennis." Fang Xiaomei was facing a boy. "Yes, I happen to have a pair. Will I take you down to practice table tennis later?" "Okay."... "No, the ball is not served like this." Jiang Zhiliu put down the table tennis racket in his hand, walked from the opposite side of the table to Fang Xiaomei, gently held Fang Xiaomei's hand, and taught her to serve. With his help, Fang Xiaomei learned to serve.