Chapter 24:

"I saw it. You guys went to watch the TZG game together." Luo Qingshan suppressed his emotions, "There is an anchor star who took you in."
Yanzhun opened the game update and ignored him.
The sound of ignition came from behind, and the smell of smoke slowly filled the bedroom. Luo Qingshan asked, "Are you together?... When did it happen recently... or before breaking up with me?"
"Not together." Yan Zhun's voice was faint.
Luo Qingshan's clenched fist just relaxed a little.
Yan Zhun said: "I chased him unilaterally."
Luo Qingshan put his tongue on his cheek, wringed out half of the cigarette on the paper, and burned out a black-rimmed hole.
"Yan Zhun, brother wasn't you doing this." Luo Qingshan gritted his teeth and said.
Yan Zhun raised his eyebrows: "Me and you, when are we brothers?"
Luo Qingshan cursed "grass" and turned his head and stared at the back of Yan Zhun's head: "Who do you think you are? Do you think you can catch Pei Ran? I really thought he would like you if he played a few games with him. Is it?"
"I'm telling you Yanzhun, Pei Ran and I quarrel occasionally. That's the fun between me and him. It's okay for me to quarrel with him. It's impossible for others to get involved."
Luo Qingshan was stinging, and his voice was loud. Only he knew how flustered he was now.
What he said is half-truth and half-truth. Pei Ran is indeed chased by many people, both men and women. Luo Qingshan has always felt relieved about this-Pei Ran has never given anyone hope, and rejection has always been straightforward, leaving no room for it.
But this time is different.
Pei Ran is strict with him, unlike other people.
This is also the reason why Luo Qingshan is angry.
Yan Zhun said: "Done? Can you shut up?"
Luo Qingshan was angry now, and the indifference and contempt in Yan Zhun's words made him lose his senses.
As if thinking of something, Luo Qingshan sneered and said: "You are really interesting, just holding a hand and I am embarrassed to challenge me, so when he lies on my bed..."
The foot of the chair struck the ground, making a harsh rubbing sound.
Before Luo Qingshan finished speaking, the collar was suddenly pulled over by someone, with such force that he leaned forward uncontrollably and almost fell down.
Yan Zhun looked at him condescendingly, and his eyes were as cold as ever, revealing a harshness.
Luo Qingshan is not afraid of him, but now somehow, his body seems to be out of his control and can't move.
"Let me hear this again," Yan Zhun warned him word by word, his voice seemed to be sandwiched between ice, "Don't ask for your mouth."
It wasn't until the door of the dormitory was smashed to make a muffled sound that Luo Qingshan felt like a soul returned to his place, panting in shock and anger.
In November, the sky was already cold. Yan Zhun went downstairs and walked into the supermarket around the corner, bought a pack of cigarettes, and sat on a deserted bench.
The flame of the lighter flashed for a moment in the dark night, and he threw the lighter aside, putting his hands casually, and his teeth dangling the smoke in his mouth.
After a while, he found out the phone to make a call.
After the call was connected, Pei Ran gave a light "hello".
Yanzhun put the phone on his ear and listened to his subtle breathing without speaking.
For a long time, Pei Ran put down his pen: "Yan Zhun, what's the matter?"
Yan Zhun said: "I walked too hastily today and forgot to lead the game."
He restrained his voice and kept himself from showing any emotion.
Pei Ran was stunned for a moment and asked, "Are there any surroundings?"
"Yeah." Yan Zhun said, "keyboards, models, team logo pendants, etc. Do you want it? I'll ask Lin Xuhuan to get a set."
Pei Ran shook his head: "No, I don't lack keyboards, pendants... I have them too."
Yan Zhun let out a sigh of relief.
Pei Ran paused: "Are you smoking?"
"Occasionally," Yan Zhun replied, "I won't smoke anymore."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Zhun closed his eyes.
They are not related, Pei Ran does not want to care whether he smokes or not.
Sure enough, the phone fell silent.
Yan Zhun put out the jealousy together with the cigarette.
"it is good."
Strictly motioned lightly, and his drooping eyelashes trembled: "What?"
Pei Ran opened the window to his side and reached out to feel the temperature outside: "Smoking is not good for your health, smoke less... are you still outside?"
Yan Zhun said, "The house is strictly controlled at night, so come out to smoke."
"Then...you go back soon?"
"it is good."
After hanging up the phone, Pei Ran stared at the screen for a long time, closed the window and planned to continue drawing.
He absently traced the line sketch for a while, his nose suddenly itchy, and he couldn't help but sneezes twice with his head turned.
Looking back, after seeing his drawing, Pei Ran paused with the tip of his pen, his eyes widened slightly, and he looked a little at a loss.
He just drew a rough draft, thinking that if Party A is satisfied, he will continue to refine it.
The drafts include gaming chairs, computers, and TZG uniforms.
But the facial features and outlines drawn in a few strokes...are strictly accurate.
Wearing headphones, wearing TZG uniforms, sitting on the court strictly.
The next day, Pei Ran went to class wearing a mask.
After class, the teacher stopped him and asked: "What's wrong? Have a cold?"
"A little bit." His voice was a bit heavy, dulled by the mask.
The teacher always liked him, and Wu Qing stared at him and asked, "Young man, stay up late."
Pei Ran said: "Hurry up with a draft."
It's normal for college students to do part-time jobs, but the teacher didn't expect that families like Pei Ran would also accept business papers.
"There is no need to harm your body for that little money, a good rest is the business." The teacher said.
Pei Ran nodded: "Okay, thank you teacher."
At the end of the day's class, Pei Ran returned to the dormitory and stuffed himself two cold medicines.
Just after swallowing the medicine, the little girl whom he asked for the draft sent a message.
[TZG Saigo: Great! Poke the progress QAQ (carefully)
[Fei Yuyi: Sorry, I haven't started painting yet. 】
[TZG Saigo: Great! ! Greatly, I want you to help me draw this trophy, can I? I can add money! ! [image]】
[Fei Yuyi: Yes, no more money. 】
The little girl was so excited that countless cute expressions came over.
Pei Ran looked at these expressions and felt a little embarrassed when he thought of his painting that was off-track.
After painting for two hours, Pei Ran got up and rested. As soon as he made a cup of coffee, the computer sounded a WeChat prompt.
It was Lin Kang who sent him a video, and the preview screen was a bit blurry and the content could not be seen clearly.
Open the video at one point, it is noisy music. The scene was dim and ambiguous, and people could only be seen vaguely.
After a riot, Pei Ran finally saw the person Lin Kang photographed.
It was Luo Qingshan. He was holding a small wine glass, drinking with his head covered, and drank a cup in one sip. The people around him immediately exclaimed and applauded. A few seconds later, the video ended.
[Pei Ran:? 】
[Lin Kang: The distilled spirit I drank was terrifying. 】
Luo Qingshan High School just likes to play, almost every night in the nightclub, the drinking volume is not bad.
[Pei Ran: Oh, play slowly. 】
When Lin Kang saw this sentence, it was almost two big.
He glanced at the wine on the table, how could this be drinking? This is very life-threatening.
Luo Qingshan blushed after drinking, picked up the dice and said to the people around him: "Drink, dare to continue?"
Yan Zhun didn't even look at him: "Come on."
My friend couldn't help but banged Lin Kang on the shoulder: "What are these two people...what are they doing?"
Lin Kang said: "I want to know too."
Tonight is a friend’s birthday. Ask the big guy to come for a drink and drink, and the two of them got involved inexplicably.
When everyone came back to their senses, the waiter had already brought up the distilled wine.
Lin Kang looked at them in wonder. Luo Qingshan always likes to play, it is not strange to find someone to fight for wine, but it is strange that Yan Zhun actually came to join in the fun.
The two of you came and drank for another ten minutes, Luo Qingshan was already drunk and couldn't tell the east and the west, and started talking nonsense.
Yan Zhun leaned on the sofa and watched him go crazy coldly.
"I have a headache, damn...his." Luo Qingshan bumped Lin Kang's leg, "Help me...help me call Pei Ran."
Lin Kang: "You both broke up, why are you calling him?"
"I let you fight, just fight." Luo Qingshan said, "he will come, he will come... he can't bear me."
Lin Kang was too annoyed, thinking that letting him drink any more would not be a solution, so he picked up his mobile phone and directly made a video call to Pei Ran.
Luo Qingshan smiled. He turned his head and his eyes were mocking. He sneered and asked, "Do you think he will come?"
Yanzhun sat quietly without saying a word.
"I, I can call him when I'm drunk, because...we are sentimental, even if we broke up, our feelings are still there..." Luo Qingshan asked, "What about you? Are you drunk, dare you? Looking for him? You are...qualified to let him wipe your ass."
Lin Kang raised his phone and took pictures of the scene to Pei Ran: "Look, he has been clamoring for you. I really can't help it...Can you come over?"
"People all over the world know my relationship with him." Luo Qingshan fixedly looked at Yan Zhun, "You're a fart."
Lin Kang hung up the video and put their wine glasses far away: "Pei Ran said come here now, don't go crazy, Luo Qingshan."
Luo Qingshan closed his eyes and raised a triumphant smile.
Pei Ran rarely visits such places.
He passed through the crowded deck and walked towards the box, taking out his cell phone halfway and looking at the box number sent by Lin Kang.
The shoulder was hit hard, and the waiter hurriedly apologized: "Sorry, sorry, did you hurt you? I'm really sorry."
Pei Ran said: "It's okay, may I ask about package 103..."
Seeing that the guest in front of me suddenly became silent, the waiter said: "Does Box 103? May I take you there?"
Pei Ran was stunned, and withdrew his gaze and said: "No, I saw my friend, thank you."
After the waiter left, Pei Ran looked up again. Yan Zhun was standing in the direction of the waiter. He had just washed his face, his cheeks were covered with water, and his eyes were dull and unclear.
Yan Zhun is also watching him.
Pei Ran was wearing a gray sweater, his hair was a bit messy, and he was wearing a mask. He could see that he was in a hurry. The mask made him feel sick and weak, and he looked lazy and warm.
As soon as Pei Ran approached Yan Zhun, he smelled a burst of tobacco and alcohol.
He frowned and said, "Luo Qingshan..."
Before he finished speaking, he was grabbed by the wrist. Yan Zhun's strength was so great that he even felt a little pain.
Pei Ran was caught off guard and was caught in the empty box next to him. Before he could react, he was pushed onto the sofa.
The box door closed automatically, the light in the room was not turned on, only the corridor light faintly came in from the window on the door, and he could barely see the strict face.
Because of the alcohol, Yan Zhun's eyes were glowing, and he put his hands on the sofa and locked Pei Ran in the position he circled.
Pei Ran felt that he was surrounded by the strict breath, and his heartbeat was beating uncontrollably again.
Yan Zhun looked down at him. I don't know how long he had passed before he asked, "Why are you here?"
Because of drinking, Yanzhun's voice became so low and hoarse that Pei Ran's ears were feverish.
Pei Ran's Adam's apple rolled, just about to respond, Yan Zhun suddenly leaned over
Bit his lip.
It was a real bite, no effort, and there was a layer of mask behind, Pei Ran didn't feel much pain. He opened his eyes slowly and slowly, so startled that he couldn't say anything.
Deafening music rang outside the door, mixed with the ambiguous whispers of adult men and women.
Apart from the heartbeat and breathing of the two inside the door, there was no other sound.
Yan Zhun looked at his panicked expression and wanted to bully him even more.
I want to go back to high school, catch people over, whether they love each other, whether they are happy or not. I want to keep people in his room and not let anyone touch him. Want to kiss him.
Yan Zhun raised his hand to lift up all the hair on his forehead and lowered his head again.
Pei Ran raised his hand with all his strength and pressed it on his chin.
Pei Ran's palm was scorching hot, and his fingers were still scented. He should have just used hand soap.
Pei Ran's voice was very soft, and she was a little shaking: "The mask... is very dirty."
Yan Zhun said, lowered his head and held a finger of him.
Then he pulled off his mask, bent down, and kissed it again.