Pei Ran took the lead to remove his eyes and unconsciously put his right hand together. I don't know if it was an illusion, he always felt that his palm was a little hot.

The phone that Yanzhun put on the table rang several times, as if to urge his life.

"I'll go down and take a look." Yan Zhun said.

Pei Ran nodded, wondering why Yan Zhun had to report to him when he got out of bed.

He soon knew.

Yan Zhun lifted the quilt and leaned over him.

The school's small broken bed creaked, Yan Zhun's arms propped against his face, and he could almost touch him. He could even feel the heat from Yan Zhun's arms.

Pei Ran took a breath and woke up completely.

When Pei Ran was washing, she found unread messages on her phone.

[Lin Kang: Pei Ran, who did you call last night? 】

[Lin Kang:...Su Nian took Luo Qingshan away. 】

[Pei Ran: That's good. 】

[Lin Kang:? ? ? 】

Yan Zhun had already packed up, he was sitting on Pei Ran's chair and playing with his mobile phone with one hand, his face still tired.

A phone call came in, and when he saw the caller, Yan Zhun couldn't help but look up at the time.

"Brother!" Lin Xuhuan's voice was particularly energetic.

Yan Zhun asked lazily: "Did you sleep?"

Many professional players reverse day and night. Lin Xuhuan is one of them. He usually wakes up at two or three in the afternoon.

The other side froze for a moment, and then slowly said: "It's too tiring to play for two consecutive days. Yesterday I went to bed early and I got up for more than an hour... Brother, what's wrong with your voice? It's like a broken gong. "

Lin Xuhuan was a bit exaggerated, but Yan Zhun's voice was really dumb, and he could hear it.

"Cold." Yan Zhun asked, "What's the matter?"

"Wow," Lin Xuhuan said, "I got up in the base alone. Auntie asked for leave today. It's boring to have breakfast by myself. I'll go see you, brother? Have breakfast together?"

There was the sound of footsteps in front, Yan Zhun's eyes moved with Pei Ran, watching him reopen the medicine box last night, and fumbled for a long time to find a bag of lozenges.

Yan Zhun took the phone away, and then held Pei Ran's corner lightly: "Out for breakfast?"

Pei Ran paused: "Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Xuhuan quickly sent the address of the restaurant. It was a famous Cantonese morning tea nearby.

Pei Ran tore the packaging of the throat lozenges and squeezed one out to Yan Zhun: "Is it uncomfortable?"

Yan Zhun leaned over and bit it, holding it in his mouth, cold.

"It's not uncomfortable." He got up from Pei Ran's chair, raised his hand and pressed Pei Ran's curled hair, "I'll go out and make a call, and you will come out again when you are done."

Yan Zhun's palms were big and warm. Pei Ran remembered the temperature that had covered his forehead last night, and was startled for a long time before returning to his senses. He lowered his eyes and slowly folded the sugar paper into his pocket.

Yan Zhun didn't want to make a call. He leaned on the fence in the dormitory corridor and opened WeChat to read the information he received last night.

They were all sent by Luo Qingshan, with more than 20 items, with questions and abuses, and several sentences were not fluent.

There are also a few more than ten seconds of speech, and Yan Zhun has no interest in translating it into text.

The earliest one was sent half an hour ago.

[Luo Qingshan: Where did you sleep last night]

Yan Zhun moved his finger to blacken it.

When the two appeared in the box together, Lin Xuhuan held his chopsticks in a daze.

"You two slept together last night?"

Pei Ran almost choked on the tea.

Lin Xuhuan just faintly heard other people's voices on the phone, he thought it was his brother's roommate.

Lin Xuhuan got to Yan Zhun and smelled it: "It's all the smell of a baby, didn't you go back to the dormitory last night?"

Pei Ran took off the mask and silently put the back of his hand to his nose and sniffed.

What does he smell? He didn't know it himself.

"Dog nose?" Yan Zhun said concisely, "Drunk, staying overnight."

"Drunk? Are you drunk? Oh my god... Do you still want to go to the hospital for half a month? Did you still have a cold?" Lin Xuhuan finished speaking and glanced at Pei Ran, who also wears a mask, "Go and borrow a cold. Baby is infected by you."

"I passed it to him." Pei Ran said honestly.

Lin Xuhuan was silent: "Then should I stay away from you?"

After speaking, he leaned back pretendingly.

Yan Zhun poured tea to Pei Ran without raising his eyes: "I can't pass it so far."

Pei Ran: "..."

Lin. Steel straight man. Xu Huan automatically ignored the strange atmosphere on the table and put himself a piece of siu mai: "Is it still far? It's almost in your face."

After eating breakfast, Lin Xuhuan wiped his mouth at random. Just as he raised his head to say something, he saw Pei Ran taking out a box of medicine from his pocket.

Pei Ran squeezed out a pill and whispered: "Hands."

Yanzhun sat lazily, opened his palms to him, and got a cold medicine.

Pei Ran squeezed one for herself, and the two ate them with warm water.

Lin Xuhuan's opened mouth slowly closed.

It's okay to take medicine when sick, but how does he feel.

That's weird.

"When is the next game?" Yan Zhun glanced at him and asked quietly.

"It's next week." Lin Xuhuan regained his senses, "Originally, we were going to play the day after tomorrow. Suddenly something happened... There was a team who questioned the team's fraud, and both sides are collecting evidence."

Yan Zhun raised his eyebrows: "Fake?"

"Isn't it strange?" Lin Xuhuan said, "Because there was a team who landed good guns and the Fate Circle for several consecutive games, they were reported by someone, hahaha."

The topic was far away at a glance, and Lin Xuhuan started talking about interesting things on the field.

After listening to him blowing the bull for a while, Yan Zhun finally couldn't listen, and raised his hand: "Trouble, check out."

Before leaving the restaurant, Yan Zhun and Pei Ran wore masks together, and Lin Xuhuan frowned in confusion, feeling that he was extraordinarily superfluous.

Lin Xuhuan didn't plan to go back to the base so early. The lazy pigs couldn't wake up until the afternoon, and it was so boring to train alone. Passing by a video game city, he couldn't help but stop.

"Brother, will we go in and play?"

Yanzhun ignored him, with his exposed eyes drooping, looking at Pei Ran inquiringly.

Pei Ran said: "I'm going to buy coins."

Pei Ran didn't enter such a place much since he was a child. His parents love art and would rather take him to an exhibition when he is free.

He looked around, and it seemed that only the shooting machine and the claw machine were within his ability.

Lin Xuhuan is different. Children from Xiaoye to older, as soon as they come in, drag Yanzhun to race with him and play two-player games.

Pei Ran stood behind Yan Zhun and watched silently.

He felt that strict game talent was too strong, and Lin Xuhuan had never won a game against him.

"Brother, you **** put water for me!" Lin Xuhuan shouted.

Yan Zhun said: "You are too food, I can't control the amount of water."

Lin Xuhuan said: "Fuck, I think you are quite skilled in taking the baby to eat chickens? Just give me the amount of the right baby!"

Yan Zhun held the steering wheel of the racing game with both hands and said, "That's not it."

Pei Ran pursed her lips behind the mask, her eyes were silent, but her heart was beating wildly.

At the end of the game, Lin Xuhuan looked at the failure record on the display and said, "Don't play this brother, let's run a motorcycle."

"Play by yourself." Yanzhun stood up.

Lin Xuhuan was stunned and said, "Where are you going?"

"The boss bought the coins," Yan Zhun held Pei Ran's wrist and dragged him away, "I will play with the boss for a while."

Pei Ran was dragged to a large machine, surrounded by a black cloth, leaving a small space for them, and the screen was roaring and running zombies.

Pei Ran came back to his senses from a daze: "I can't play."

Yanzhun put the gun in his hand, held his hand, pointed at the screen, and taught him: "When you see something, hit it, and run to me when you get close."

After playing for two minutes, Pei Ran lamented that even video games have paid so much attention to immersion these years, and the zombies seemed to rush to his face soon.

Shocked by the zombies rushing out of the side, Pei Ran subconsciously hid from the side until he hit the person next to him.

Yan Zhun didn't move, after solving the zombies in front of him, he turned around and cleaned the road in front of Pei Ran.

At the end of the game, Pei Ran scored 112 points and strictly accurate 1,419 points, breaking the machine's single kill record.

If Pei Ran scores over 800, they can break the double record.

Pei Ran took off the earphones, her palms were playing hot: "I don't know how, otherwise you can go to Lin Xuhuan."

Yan Zhun said: "I want to play with you."

Pei Ran: "..."

Pei Ran suddenly felt that their conversation resembled elementary school students.

He was taken to the motorcycle and only found out that there was only one game machine empty around him.

Pei Ran didn't want to play alone. Just thinking about getting up, he heard the people around him say: "Get down, I'll teach you."

How can this be taught?

Pei Ran just wanted to ask, the game began.

He accelerated out of the starting line, ran into the NPC embarrassedly, and was about to rush out of the runway, suddenly a warm heat spread on his back.

It's a precise palm.

Yan Zhun put his hand on his back and pushed him across one runway after another.

At the end of the game, Pei Ran felt that his back was about to sweat.

"Why are you guys playing with this?" Lin Xuhuan came over with three glasses of cold drinks: "Is it hot? But my baby's face is red from playing, come, take a drink of watermelon juice and rest."

Pei Ran took the thanks and took a sip of juice.

"I just broke a Star Wars record and left a selfie in the camera." Lin Xuhuan said triumphantly.

Yan Zhun said: "I'll shoot your coach later."

Lin Xuhuan: "?"

The mobile phone on the table rang. The models of the three people were the same, and they couldn't tell which one was. When they heard the sound, they all looked over.

[Mom: Ronaldinho just sent me a text message, did you break up? 】

It's Pei Ran's cell phone.

Pei Ran paused, picked up the phone and typed a reply.

After seeing the content clearly, Lin Xuhuan was a little embarrassed. He looked at Yan Zhun and wanted to be embarrassed with his brother, but saw Yan Zhun drooping his eyes and drinking a cold drink, without a look at him.

Lin Xuhuan gave a light cough and pretended to say lightly: "But baby, have you seen your parents with that man?"

Pei Ran said: "I have seen it."

Lin Xuhuan, the little virgin man, has an expression of sailing: "You are young and impulsive. When you meet your parents, you have to explain to your parents when you break up. Isn't it troublesome."

Pei Ran paused: "No trouble."

Yan Zhun kept holding a cold drink, his hands in cold water on the cup.

On the way back, Yan Zhun didn't speak any more, Pei Ran lowered his head to reply to the news of his mother, only Lin Xuhuan was talking to himself.

At the fork in the road, Yanzhun stopped: "Go to the bedroom and tell me."

Pei Ran moved her lips and said, "Okay."

He could feel that Yanzhun was unhappy, but he didn't think of a solution.

Sending Lin Xuhuan to the taxi, Zhunzhun pulled his mask and turned to leave, but suddenly his arm was gently pulled.

Pei Ran walked in a hurry, and wearing a mask, he couldn't help but pant when speaking.

After breathing well, he raised his head and looked at Yan Zhun.

"Many **** friends around my parents are more sensitive to this. They noticed it when Luo Qingshan was hospitalized." Pei Ran paused, "...I didn't take him home."

Yan Zhun was taken aback for a moment, and then asked for a long time: "Are you coaxing me?"

How can Pei Ran coax people.

He just wanted to catch up, wanted to explain, so he did.

He hesitated for a while, took out a toffee and put it into Yan Zhun's pocket, as he did when Yan Zhun stopped him outside the coffee shop: "Thank you for teaching me to play games."

Yan Zhun was itchy in his heart, a little regretful that he had just taught people how to play games in those black cloths.

For a moment, he stretched out his hand to rub Pei Ran's hair, his eyes slowly oozing a little smile, not obvious. He said: "Pei Ran, you seem to like me a little bit."