Chapter 18:

Lin Xuhuan propped his hands on the table and leaned forward upon hearing this: "What happened to your legs?"
Pei Ran shook his head: "It's okay, I fell during the previous sports meeting."
Although the injury on the leg is almost healed, in order to avoid infection, Pei Ran has been wearing loose cropped trousers these days.
Yan Zhun lowered his eyes and stared at the scabs on Pei Ran's legs. After a few seconds, Pei Ran put down his trouser legs unnaturally.
"It's crusted." Yan Zhun said.
"Well," Pei Ran said, "It's all like this, it will be fine after a while."
Yan Zhun didn't say anything, but after retracting his gaze, the scar was still dangling in front of him.
Lin Xuhuan is also considered a half public figure. He has more fans on Weibo than many starlets. He is fully armed when he goes out and wears masks and hats. The coach still hurt him before going out, so he can rest assured, saying that standing with Yan Zhun he is like a broken assistant.
But to be safe, the coach still booked him a box. Although there is a non-smoking sign on the outside of the restaurant, there is no one in the box. Lin Xuhuan took out a cigarette and handed it to Pei Ran: "Ran, baby, come here."
Pei Ran said, "Thank you, I don't smoke."
"Yes, cigarettes are so vulgar, they don't deserve you." Lin Xuhuan opened her mouth and passed it to Yan Zhun, "Brother, come."
Yan Zhun skillfully took the cigarette and opened his palm to Lin Xuhuan.
Lin Xuhuan was stunned, and gave him the entire cigarette box: "Brother, aren't you? You have a big addiction to cigarettes again? One package?"
Yan Zhun took it, put the cigarette in his hand back, covered it, and threw it aside.
"Your coach asked me to look at you." Yan Zhun didn't lift his eyelids. "Don't smoke, it's harmful to your health."
Lin Xuhuan's expression is very rich, their base has regulations, smoking is fined. He didn't expect that he finally slipped out once and still couldn't touch the cigarette.
and--
"No, brother, let others say that I'm fine, just forget it." Lin Xuhuan said, "I poured you the ashtray back in high school. Now you know it is harmful to your health? "
"Why do you talk so much?" Yan Zhun said, "I will pay a fine and I will get you one."
"..." Lin Xuhuan folded his arms with anger, "Don't smoke, don't smoke."
The waiter knocked on the door and came in and handed a menu.
Yan Zhun’s cell phone rang at this time, he glanced at the caller ID and got up: "Go out to answer the phone, you guys order."
"What do you want to eat? We will help you order it." Lin Xuhuan asked.
"Whatever." Yan Zhun glanced at Pei Ran's legs, "No seafood."
The door closed, Lin Xuhuan opened the menu: "Yes, baby, what do you want to eat?"
They played games together for several nights, Pei Ran was used to calling himself that way.
"It's okay." Pei Ran smoothly opened the plastic bag of the strict tableware and put it in hot water to scald.
"Our green pepper chicken is a signature dish." The waiter said.
Lin Xuhuan shook his head: "No, he is hurt and can't eat spicy food..."
"I'm okay, I can eat other dishes, you don't have to worry about me." Pei Ran hurriedly said.
"No," Lin Xuhuan raised his head and smiled, "My brother can't touch spicy, not at all, he has a bad stomach."
After ordering the food, the waiter returned.
Pei Ran pressed her lips back and forth several times. After chatting with Lin Xuhuan for a few words, she turned her head and asked, "Is Yan Zhun a stomach problem?"
Lin Xuhuan wiped his hands with a hot towel: "Yes, old problems, I used to go to the hospital every day."
Pei Ran asked: "Why, he didn't eat well?"
Lin Xuhuan felt that this sentence was funny, but after turning his head to see Pei Ran's serious expression, he wanted to laugh even more.
This is not an unreasonable secret, most people at the base know it.
And he intuitively felt that his brother was not ordinary to Pei Ran. They played games together for a few days, and he had never seen Yan Zhun take care of anyone like this.
Lin Xuhuan thought for a while, then threw the question again: "How much did my brother charge you for playing with me?"
Pei Ran said honestly: "Twenty."
Lin Xuhuan: "..."
Pei Ran blinked: "Is it missing?"
Lin Xuhuan took a sip of tea slowly.
How would he tell Pei Ran that his coach gave Yan Zhun the price last year, with an annual salary of eight figures. After tax. Does not include equal share of endorsements for competition activities
Lin Xuhuan felt confident, and put down his teacup: "He didn't eat well. My brother actually played in the youth training for a period of time before. It was summer vacation and joined me in the team."
"During that time, he often had a meal a day, saying that he was too full to get sleepy and affected his operation... Of course it didn’t work. He got sick within a month. He started to lose food and vomited after eating. We didn’t care Because in our business, we stay up all night day and night. It's normal to have some minor problems. He didn't want him to go to the hospital, so he just took some stomach medicine."
"As a result, one day, he was so painful that he couldn't walk, and was finally carried out by 120. Later his parents came and had a toss...In short, he was not allowed to play e-sports anymore."
Lin Xuhuan sighed, adjusted the atmosphere and smiled: "I still remember what his dad said to him."
Reason tells Pei Ran not to inquire into other people's privacy.
He endured and endured, then: "...what did you say?"
"Say--'what's the future of this kind of industry, even the garden at home is bigger than the venue for your competition'." Lin Xuhuan was happy after saying, "Grass."
Pei Ran: "..."
Yan Zhun came back after answering the phone call at home and heard these words as soon as he opened the door.
"What gossip?" When he passed by Lin Xuhuan, he tapped his head with a cigarette case.
"I don't have it!" Lin Xuhuan immediately pretended to cover his head, "Yes, baby, ask me how your stomach is damaged."
Strictly, he pulled the chair away and sat down.
For the second time, Pei Ran talked about others being arrested on the spot.
They are all the same person.
"Not as exaggerated as he said." Yan Zhun said.
Pei Ran looked at him subconsciously: "Huh?"
"It's just a stomachache, and I can't die, and the garden is no bigger than the field." Yan Zhun asked him with no expression, "has it been washed?"
Pei Ran was stunned: "What?"
"My chopsticks." Yan Zhun reminded him, "You have soaked it three times."
Pei Ran handed him the chopsticks and explained calmly: "The chopsticks in the restaurant are quite dirty."
"Yeah." Yan Zhun glanced at the roots of his blushing ears and responded to him at will, "Clean addiction, understand."
After eating, Lin Xuhuan walked out of the restaurant holding Pei Ran's computer.
"I'll take it back and ask the repairer to change the keyboard for you, and return it to you after it's repaired."
Pei Ran was startled: "No, I can go to another repair shop."
"Can other repair shops have ours?" Lin Xuhuan said, "Don't worry, I will definitely get a good one for you."
Pei Ran hesitated: "Thank you, you can tell me the repair price through WeChat?"
Lin Xuhuan waved his hand: "It's all small money, we have sponsors."
"No." Pei Ran insisted, "The money still has to be paid."
Lin Xuhuan wanted to talk to him again, so Yan Zhun took the conversation: "Well, I will send you the price at that time."
Pei Ran said: "Okay."
Yanzhun put on his hat and showed a pair of eyes: "Go back to the dormitory?"
"Yes." Pei Ran remembered something, "My computer password is feiyi."
Lin Xuhuan wrote in the memo: "What does your password mean? Girlfriend's name?"
"No, I don't have a girlfriend." Pei Ran glanced at his watch: "Then I will go back first? I still have homework to rush tonight."
"Okay, let's chat on WeChat when we are free." Lin Xuhuan smiled.
Just as Pei Ran turned around, his clothes were torn.
"Wait." Yan Zhun glanced around his eyes, and then said to him, "Stand here and wait for me."
A few minutes later, Yan Zhun came out of the pharmacy carrying the bag.
He put the bag into Pei Ran's arms: "Three times a day, don't scratch it."
Pei Ran opened the bag, and there were five tubes of the same brand of ointment inside.
Pei Ran was stunned, looked at the ointment, then looked up at Yan Zhun.
He looked inexplicably dumb, Yan Zhun looked at him as well, and didn't speak for a long time. It took a long time to say: "Boys don't look good with scars."
Pei Ran didn't feel that this was a bit wrong until he returned to the bedroom.
Isn’t it normal for men to have scars? Girls should worry about this.
He frowned as he thought, slowly changed his clothes, washed an apple as a fruit after a meal, then sat on a chair and bent his legs, applying the ointment that Yan Zhun had just bought for him.
Yan Zhun didn't go back to the base with Lin Xuhuan. He had something to get back to the dormitory. It was too late and he didn't bother to go again, so he simply stayed at school for one night.
When the bedroom door opened, Yan Zhun just removed the keyboard from the computer. He didn't use the equipment in the base well. There will be a game next month. Strictly promised to help them play training games these days, of course, to maintain the best condition.
When Luo Qingshan saw him there, he was startled for a moment, and soon recovered and threw the basketball to the corner.
The two of them didn't speak. The dormitory was always silent, and the words were less strict. Luo Qingshan didn't get up to chat with him before. This kind of quietness is the norm.
But today is slightly different.
"Yan Zhun." After an unknown period of time, a roommate's voice came from behind, "Do you know where there is a laundry shop near the school? I want to wash my shoes. I have been practicing running during this time and the uppers are black. "
Yan Zhun didn't turn his head back: "I don't know."
"Tsk, it's dirty enough." Luo Qingshan tilted Erlang's legs, glanced strictly, and then looked down at his shoes, "If Pei Ran sees this, I think I don't cherish what he gave. It's choking."
Yanzhun skillfully wrapped the cable around the keyboard, stuffed it into the bag, and finally glanced back.
The black and white shoes are generous and have no complicated patterns. Pei Ran will choose the shoes.
"There is one at the back door of the school," said Yan Zhun.
"Okay, thanks." Luo Qingshan smiled, "These shoes are a limited edition two years ago. Pei Ran happened to be going abroad at the time and bought them for the team that had been waiting outside the store all night."
Yanzhun lowered his eyes, closed the zipper of the backpack, and made a crisp sound.
"Later, he caught a cold and came back sick for two days." Luo Qingshan said, "Oh, these shoes seem to be his first anniversary gift to me."
Yanzhun hung his hat in the closet and took out a black one again.
"Do you think these artists have a special sense of ceremony? Every anniversary, he will prepare gifts for me in advance."
Strictly tuck the hat into the side of the backpack.
The phone on the table shook at this moment.
[Pei Ran: You can drink a glass of milk in the morning to nourish your stomach]
[Pei Ran: Thank you for your medicine. 】
The tight arc of Yan Zhun's mouth instantly relaxed.
He picked up the phone, pulled off the towel and walked towards the bathroom. He took two steps before stopping to look at the people around him, as if he was only now aware that they were talking.
He asked: "I remember, Pei Ran discounted all the things I received before and returned it to you?"
This is a time when Luo Qingshan drank too much and was drunk when he heard him.
Luo Qingshan was suddenly interrupted, and his mouth was silent.
There was no expression on Yan Zhun's face, but Luo Qingshan was a little bit ridiculed by inexplicable products. He blinked twice quickly, just about to say something--
"In this case, what he gave to you should be decent." Yan Zhun picked up the corners of his mouth and gave him a emotionless smile, "Of course, this is just my suggestion."