Chapter 15:

The roommate gasped like a cow when he crossed the finish line, Pei Ran quickly passed the water.
The roommate held his knees for a long time before he raised his head and laughed: "I won! I overtake the computer department!"
Pei Ran said, "It's amazing."
The roommate himself had fun for a while before he remembered and asked: "Which place am I?"
Pei Ran said: "The second to last."
"..." The roommate wrinkled his face, and soon wanted to start again, "Forget it, just don't lose to the computer department."
The roommate finished the registration and remembered: "Are you familiar with Yan Zhun? I just saw you chatting before the finish line."
"He is Luo Qingshan's roommate." Pei Ran said.
The roommate suddenly said: "Understood, here to persuade peace."
"..."
Pei Ran thought for a while, but didn't refute it.
The roommate quickly said goodbye to Pei Ran and went to cheer up his girlfriend. Pei Ran found a corner by herself, warming up and preparing for the three kilometers for a while.
Three kilometers is actually not difficult, but the boys in their class are a bit lazy to exercise, some directly refuse to participate in the sports meeting, and they all resisted to go. When Pei Ran signed up, several people even came to persuade him.
He did a few leg stretches and stared at the ground in a daze.
In the past half month, because his father was not at home, he didn't go to the morning jog for exercise. Yesterday, he tried a run. The run was over, but it was a little slow.
Fight faster today.
When Luo Qingshan found Pei Ran, he was doing a high leg up.
He did it very seriously, and the straight lines when he bent his legs were smooth and beautiful.
Luo Qingshan watched for a long time before he was willing to speak to him: "Pei Ran."
Pei Ran stagnated, turned his head to look at him, and then slowly lowered his leg: "Is there something wrong?"
"Are you participating in the sports meeting?" Luo Qingshan was stabbed by his polite tone, trying to control his tone, "What event did you report for?"
"Three kilometers."
"It's a coincidence, me too." Luo Qingshan licked his lips nervously, "Warm up together? I'll rub your legs for you."
Pei Ran shook his head: "No, I'm almost done."
Pei Ran lowered his eyes and looked at Luo Qingshan's right hand hanging beside him.
Feeling his gaze, Luo Qingshan quickly raised his hand and opened his five fingers to show him: "Did you see the message I sent you? The fingers have recovered in the past few days and no longer hurt."
Luo Qingshan's right ring finger is different from the other fingers. Although normal activities are no longer affected, if you look closely, you can still see a slender and slightly twisted line.
Pei Ran used to squeeze his hand to point out the gods, and the intensity of the rubbing was very gentle, every time it seemed to touch Luo Qingshan's heart. While talking, he subconsciously stretched out his hand in front of Pei Ran.
Pei Ran did not touch him.
"That's good." Pei Ran retracted his gaze and looked up at him, "If there are any sequelae in the future, or if you feel uncomfortable, you must call me and I will take full responsibility."
Luo Qingshan suddenly felt that there was a lot of work in his throat, so he retracted his hand and gave a wry smile: "Okay."
It wasn't until Pei Ran turned to leave that Luo Qingshan realized that the other party didn't even say a word of cheer to him.
He stroked two hairs in frustration, sat down on the stone chair next to him and played with his mobile phone. He had finished warming up before he found Pei Ran. He was just trying to find an excuse to talk.
After chatting a few words, Luo Qingshan was even more affirmed of his thoughts-he had to get back Pei Ran.
This matter was more difficult than he had expected before. Luo Qingshan hesitated and opened the first friend in the chat bar. Su Nian sent him several messages in succession, asking him what time of the game, and said he was coming to cheer him.
Luo Qingshan clicked on Su Nian's data card, and his fingers floated on the black option repeatedly.
But he changed his mind and thought again, what does it mean to pull a black one? He doesn't like Su Nian, even if he adds a friend, he will not cheat himself.
And Su Nian... actually treated him well, he unilaterally blocked people, it seemed that he was not very kind.
[Luo Qingshan: Don't come, let Pei Ran see it, and you will misunderstand us again. 】
[Su Nian:...]
[Su Nian: Okay, then come on for the game, if you meet Pei Ran, help me apologize to him]
[Su Nian: Call me whenever you have anything, I'm free: D]
The phone vibrated again, Luo Qingshan withdrew to take a look, it turned out to be news from Pei Ran.
He cheered up at once, and got up suddenly from the stone bench--
[Baby: My phone number has not changed, 134xxxxx, please feel free to contact me if you have anything]
Luo Qingshan was so excited that he even typed a few words wrong: What's wrong? I have never forgotten your number.
He read it twice before clicking send.
[The other party has turned on friend verification, and you are not his (her) friend...]
Luo Qingshan was smashed by the red exclamation mark.
He stared in shock, and sent a few punctuation marks in a row like confirmation, finally confirming this fact
Pei Ran blocked him.
Pei Ran was the last to register for the class. When the registration was completed, everyone else had already prepared on the starting line.
Luo Qingshan was standing on Runway 5, looking at him anxiously. Seeing Pei Ran coming here, he subconsciously wanted to walk over, but was dragged by the clothes next to him.
"Classmates, it's about to start, don't go around."
Pei Ran knelt down and tied the shoelaces again.
The runway was full of people, mostly watching Pei Ran secretly.
Many people in the school know him. First, he has outstanding professional results and is often used as a positive teaching material by his tutors. Second, everyone knows that he has a boyfriend.
In recent years, homosexuality has been accepted by most young people. There is no disgust or disgust in their eyes when they look at Pei Ran, they are more inquisitive and curious.
Even so, Pei Ran still felt uncomfortable.
The gunshot interrupted Pei Ran's thoughts, he rushed out of the starting line, and the oncoming cool breeze finally made him much easier.
There were nearly eight laps in the 3,000 meters, Pei Ran counted as he ran, halfway through the fifth lap, his breath was still very stable, but the ranking was slightly behind.
Pei Ran couldn't help but glanced back. Fortunately, he was not the bottom.
When he looked back, he heard the people around him exclaiming: "Be careful—"
Before Pei Ran could react, he was hit hard.
He was on the leftmost runway, and the onlookers beside him somehow broke into the runway and met Pei Ran firmly. Pei Ran used his strength to run, and was directly hit on the ground, with gold stars in his eyes and a burning pain on his arms.
Pei Ran frowned and quickly sat up.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!!!" The classmate was helped by a friend, so she didn't fall too hard. She apologized, "I was squeezed by someone, I'm sorry! Are you hurt?
"It's okay," Pei Ran moved his hand and looked at his arm. The skin was scratched and blood oozes. It looks like a skin injury.
He glanced at the petite female classmate in front of him, "I didn't hurt you, did I?"
The girl panicked to death, shook her head, and nodded: "I don't hurt, you, are you okay? What should you do? Where did you hurt?"
Seeing her panicked, Pei Ran wanted to comfort her.
But he found that he seemed to have injured more than his arm—he twisted his ankle, and there was a slight pain in his calf.
He took a deep breath and tried to stand up the ground.
"do not move."
Pei Ran raised his head and met Yan Zhun's eyes.
Yan Zhun squatted down, took his arm and looked at it carefully, and then asked him, "Did you hurt your waist?"
Pei Ran said: "It shouldn't be."
"Can you go?" Yan Zhun said, "I will help you."
Pei Ran felt that he was "lifted" by Strictly Zhun.
He put his arm around Yanzhun's shoulder, Yanzhun dragged his waist and easily framed him.
They were so close that he could even feel the temperature in his thin clothes.
Pei Ran wanted to let go the first thing after she got up, and then she heard Yan Zhun ask indifferently: "Can you go to the school infirmary by yourself?"
Pei Ran was silent for two seconds: "...Trouble you."
At the sports meeting, the school doctor room was full of people. The school doctor roughly inspected Pei Ran's wound, gave complexed iodine and an ice pack, and told them to go to the lounge next door to do some simple treatment.
Pei Ran sat on the bed in the lounge and carefully rolled his pants to his knees. His calf was also bruised and red.
Yanzhun came in with the medicine, his eyes stayed on his wound for a moment, then turned around to go out again.
"Where are you going?" Pei Ran asked subconsciously when he saw the disinfectant that Yan Zhun was holding.
"Go and ask her to prescribe more medicine." Yan Zhun said.
"Don't," Pei Ran was anxious, and grabbed his clothes, "It's just a skin injury, just disinfect it."
Yanzhun frowned.
Pei Ran: "...really."
After half a minute, Yan Zhun dragged a chair casually and sat down in front of him.
Pei Ran breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to thank the other party once more, when he heard Yan Zhun say: "The legs are up."
Pei Ran was a little at a loss: "Where is it?"
He watched Yan Zhun open the complexed iodine, and suddenly understood: "No, I will do it myself."
Yan Zhun didn't respond to him, and Net Worth bent down to support his ankle and put it on his thigh.
Pei Ran was still wearing shoes, he was stunned for a few seconds, and immediately wanted to retract his leg, but he failed.
"My shoes are dirty." Pei Ran said.
"So don't move." Yan Zhun pinched the cotton swab dyed red by the potion, his eyelashes drooping, and his eyes were on Pei Ran's calf wound.
Pei Ran still wanted to refuse, so the cotton swab was already pushed up.
Pei Ran's legs are very straight, and his skin is a little whiter than ordinary boys. Iodophor spreads on it, like a clean canvas accidentally stained with paint.
Yan Zhun wore short sleeves today, and his arm would occasionally rub against Pei Ran's calf. Pei Ran frowned unconsciously, and once touched, the frown became deeper.
Their posture is too strange.
"Does it hurt?" Yan Zhun asked.
Pei Ran should respond quickly: "It doesn't hurt anymore."
In fact, it was still a bit tingling, but it was completely within the scope of his acceptance.
Yan Zhun watched quietly for a while, then suddenly lowered his head again.
Pei Ran felt a burst of coolness on his wound, causing a burst of itching, spreading all the way from his calf to his whole body-strictly blowing into his wound.
Pei Ran held his breath, and then took a very light deep breath. He could even feel the tremor caused by his heartbeat.
Just as he was about to withdraw his foot, the door of the lounge suddenly opened.
Luo Qingshan stood outside, still breathing continuously. Seeing the situation in the room clearly, he moved for a while and his eyes slowly widened.
The lounge fell into a brief silence.
Luo Qingshan's eyes turned back and forth between the two of them. After a while, he found his voice, surprised and confused: "...strictly?"