Chapter 23:

Two days before the TZG competition, Strictly packed up and prepared to leave.
The coach sat next to him and advised him: "Is it uncomfortable to live? Why do you have to go back?"
Yan Zhun didn't raise his head either: "I will disturb your training here."
The coach said: "Don't, you can help me watch them here."
"I'm going to take an exam soon, so I don't have time to be a trainer for them." Yanzhun said in a cold tone.
The coach scolded him for having no conscience, closed the door, and asked, "Do you really plan to come back and fight?"
Yan Zhun lowered his eyes, his emotions hidden under his eyelids, and he tugged the zipper: "No plan."
Yan Zhun walked out of the room with his bag on one shoulder and saw Lin Xuhuan lying on the sofa, holding his baseball cap and looking left and right, then leaned to his face and sniffed.
Yan Zhun took out his hat from his hand and frowned, "What are you doing?"
Lin Xuhuan opened his eyes wide, and said innocently, "Isn't it impossible to buy, I just want to see. Hey, what smells on your hat? It smells good, no wonder you held it for a long time that day."
The other people lying down looked at them weirdly.
The assaulter heard the words and put down the chicken wings in his hands: "Come on, smell it for me, have you used perfume?"
Yan Zhun didn't bother to pay attention to him, and put his hat on his head: "Go back."
"Wait." The coach stopped him and handed over what was in his hand. They were two internal admission tickets. "Take this, the seat is in the front row. You can enter the backstage if you want."
Yan Zhun looked at the TZG team logo printed on the admission ticket, and took it over: "Thanks."
Back in the bedroom, Yan Zhun threw the backpack on the table casually, took out the phone and took two admission tickets, and sent them to Pei Ran.
[Pei Ran: Huh? 】
[Strictly accurate: Saturday, the restaurant in the city, took a taxi for the past 20 minutes. 】
[Pei Ran: Okay, I'll post it in Moments for you]
[Yan Zhun:? 】
[Yan Zhun: What circle of friends do you post? 】
[Pei Ran: Don’t you want to sell tickets? 】
Yan Zhun stared at the two words for a few seconds before typing a voice.
It rang several times before answering.
"Where am I scalping?" Yan Zhun asked.
Pei Ran was stunned for a moment: "I just saw Lin Xuhuan enter the circle of friends, selling two admission tickets, isn't this his ticket?"
Yanzhun: "..."
What's wrong with Lin Xuhuan with an annual salary of several million selling admission tickets.
"It's not a scalping." Yan Zhun said, "I asked you to watch the game."
Pei Ran was coloring the drawing, and after listening to the pen tip, he blinked quickly.
"There are no classes on weekends. I will pick you up. There is no need to line up for internal tickets. I will explain to you if I don't know." Yan Zhun asked, "Go?"
The phone was very quiet, Yan Zhun didn't speak either, waiting for him to answer in silence.
After a long time, Strictly folded the ticket, and just returned to the backpack.
"I know."
Pei Ran's tone was very light, "I'm not a girl, so I don't have to come to pick me up. Can I see you at the bus stop?"
This is the first time Pei Ran has come to the game. They entered from the back door. When they entered, there was no one on the scene.
Knowing that they were coming, Lin Xuhuan greeted them in advance and asked them to sit backstage for a while.
The other players are serious and deadly, but TZG is relaxed. They are used to playing international games and have already developed their mentality. When Pei Ran entered, they even saw their assault hand holding a mobile phone playing Lianliankan.
"Take the water yourself. The sponsor puts it for free." The coach took a look at Pei Ran and smiled, "Strictly accurate, do you know why you can't catch others?"
As soon as this was said, both of them had a meal, and Pei Ran's action of twisting the bottle cap stopped.
Yanzhun calmed down: "Why?"
"I'll give you two tickets to ask you to invite the little girl, and the two will sit together to promote the relationship. What are you doing... Bring Pei Ran." The coach said with a smile, "Of course, it's not forbidden. He comes, you can ask me to get more tickets."
Yan Zhun said indifferently, "With so many votes, leave it to Lin Xuhuan to get rich."
Lin Xuhuan "leaned": "The ticket was sold by my friend who didn't have time to come to the scene!"
The coach scolded him: "Then you shouldn't sell it in a large size! I got screenshots and posted on Weibo! I was scolded for a hot search!"
After a few small chats, the team began to discuss the game tactics for a while.
The tactics have been decided long ago, but now we will discuss the details temporarily.
Sitting next to the coach, Yan Zhun would occasionally say a few words after being named, and from time to time one or two concise opinions. The tone was loose, but his eyes were serious.
The two stayed in the lounge for a while, before getting up strictly: "The people from the competition team came in immediately to shoot the video, and I took him out."
There were a total of 16 teams in this competition, and the lounges were densely lined up, leaving a narrow aisle.
Halfway through, Pei Ran asked: "Have you played a game before?"
"No." Yan Zhun said casually, "I left the team two days before playing."
Pei Ran pursed her lips and did not continue to ask.
Their seats are in the fourth row, and you can see the screen without looking up, and the surrounding seats are already full.
The players were seated, and the host started to introduce them one by one. When the TZG team was introduced, the voice was loudest. When the camera was shown to the TZG players, Lin Xuhuan blinked at the camera.
At the beginning of the game, Yan Zhun turned his head slightly and lowered his voice: "They want to occupy the lower right field and want to block the bridge."
Pei Ran paused before realizing that Yan Zhun was explaining to him: "Will the game also block the bridge?"
"Occasionally, when you watch the circle, you will think about it if you have a good circle. If it doesn't work, you will be jungle, the same." Yan Zhun looked at the other team players who are about to meet Lin Xuhuan and said, "TZG is going to take the lead."
Within ten seconds, the announcement of Lin Xuhuan killing his opponent jumped out of the screen.
Pei Ran said: "You have confidence in him."
"He practiced this terrain for a few nights, just a few days ago." Yan Zhun said, "It's the pig that should become stronger."
Pei Ran: "..."
He even heard the girl sitting next to Yan Zhun smile.
Yan Zhun heard it too, and his voice was even lower.
In this round, TZG played pretty well, and they won the bottom right field. Unfortunately, the late round was not friendly and ranked third.
Under the strict explanation, Pei Ran could understand everything magically. He frowned regretfully, just about to speak.
"That..." The gentle female voice sounded softly, "I heard your commentary so great, are you commenting on the reservists? Do you want to add a WeChat, and later...you can play games together."
The girl next to Yanzhun was talking to Yanzhun.
Pei Ran silently shut up and leaned back in his seat.
Yan Zhun said: "Can't add it."
Girl: "Huh? Why?"
"The person I like is at the scene, and he saw it inappropriate." Yan Zhun said lightly.
Pei Ran: "..."
Girl: "... Excuse me."
In the third game, the camera gave a main perspective of other team players. The commentators surrounded him and talked for nearly a minute. They all praised him as a rare all-around player, and said that he was about to catch up with Lin of TZG. Xu Huan.
The opponent did not disappoint, as the commentator eagerly watched the next two, and the blood won.
"The response is quick," Yan Zhun commented lightly, "It's good, but it's almost better than Lin Xuhuan."
Pei Ran said, "Not as good as you."
Yan Zhun was taken aback for a rare moment. After a few seconds, he asked: "Am I good or Lin Xuhuan is good?"
Pei Ran is watching the game seriously, saying whatever he thinks: "You."
"why?"
Pei Ran paused: "I don't know, I think... it's you."
Yan Zhun let out an "um", put his hands on the armrests, covering his mouth, his eyes bend in the dim environment.
At the end of the game, TZG's total score temporarily ranked second.
Pei Ran was still quite proud of it, and got up with the others in the field, preparing to leave the field.
After only a few steps, I heard an exclamation from around, and a girl called out a name in surprise.
Pei Ran was startled, he had heard this name, and seemed to be a male star.
Pei Ran doesn't pay attention to the celebrity's dynamics. Those who can let him know the name... are all very popular.
For example, when this one was discovered, there was quite a sensation in the field. All the people in the back row squeezed here, even those who had already left the field turned back the same way, and the scene instantly became uncontrollable. .
Pei Ran was squeezed forward, and the girl behind him actually started the live broadcast. At this moment, she was screaming: "Ahhhhh!!! It's him! It's him! He's watching the game!!!"
Pei Ran yelled "Give me a favor" twice, and was covered in the screams, making his head buzzing.
One hand held him firmly in the crowd.
First, he held his wrist, then moved down, holding his hand, feeling the strength of the other party, Pei Ran subconsciously shook it back and raised his head to find the owner of the hand
It is strict.
Yan Zhun led him without turning his head, Pei Ran could only see the back of his head.
The holding hand suddenly started to get hot, Pei Ran relaxed a little, but Yan Zhun grasped it tighter.
The screams in my ears were almost drowned out by the sound of heartbeats.
Walking all the way to the fare gate at the side door, Pei Ran quickly wanted to withdraw his hand when he was blown by the cold wind outside.
Unsuccessful.
But this movement made him realize something very embarrassing-his palm was sweating.
Pei Ran has been holding paintbrushes for a long time and has never had the habit of sweating. Now he has only been held for a few minutes.
"Yan Zhun." Pei Ran said, "...We are already out."
"Yeah." Yan Zhun set his eyes on the ticket gate.
Pei Ran wanted to say something more, when Yan Zhun raised his eyebrows, he pulled out a piece of paper from the paper box on the table.
Then lowered his head, pinched Pei Ran's fingertips, and helped him wipe his hands.
The place where the fingers touched and pressed seemed to be on fire, and it burned all the way to Pei Ran's ears, and it burned for a long time before he remembered to withdraw his hand.
The phone rang, it was a call from a roommate, Pei Ran quickly picked it up as if seeing a rescuer.
"Hey." Pei Ran squeezed the phone and glanced away, "...Is something left in the dormitory? Is it urgent...I want it now? I know, you wait a minute, I'll drive back in 20 minutes."
Just as he hung up, Yan Zhun had already raised his hand and stopped a taxi.
"Let's go."
Back at school, Yan Zhun bowed his head to reply to Lin Xuhuan's news, and opened the bedroom door.
His roommate sits on a chair, arms folded, staring at the computer motionlessly. There is a Weibo interface on it, and a reminder that the video has finished playing. Hearing the door opening, there was no response.
Yanzhun took off his hat and put it on the table.
"Yan Zhun." Luo Qingshan cut through quietly and asked, "What is the relationship between you and Pei Ran?"