Lin Xuhuan put his hands on the table and leaned forward when he heard the words: "What's wrong with your legs?"
Pei Ran shook his head: "It's okay, I fell at the sports meeting before."
Although the injury on the leg is almost healed, Pei Ran has been wearing loose cropped trousers these days in order to avoid infection.
Yan Zhun lowered his eyes and stared at the scar on Pei Ran's leg. After a few seconds, Pei Ran lowered his trouser legs unnaturally.
"It's crusted." Yan Zhun said.
"Well," Pei Ran said, "it will be like this, it will be fine after a while."
Yan Zhun didn't say anything, but when he looked back, the scar was still dangling in front of him.
Lin Xuhuan is also half a public figure. He has more Weibo followers than many small stars. He is fully armed and wears masks and hats when he goes out. Before going out, the coach also hurt him and reassured him, saying that standing with Yan Zhun would be like a little broken assistant.
But for safety's sake, the coach still reserved a box for him. Although there is a no-smoking sign outside the restaurant, no one cares about it in the box. Lin Xuhuan took out a cigarette and handed one to Pei Ran: "Well, baby, have some."
Pei Ran said, "Thank you, I don't smoke."
"That's right, cigarettes are too vulgar, and they don't deserve you." Lin Xuhuan opened his mouth to flatter, and handed it over to Yan Zhun, "Brother, come here."
Yan Zhun skillfully took the cigarette and spread his palm towards Lin Xuhuan.
Lin Xuhuan was stunned for a moment, and gave him the entire cigarette case: "Brother, aren't you, you're addicted to smoking again? It's a whole pack?"
He took it strictly, stuffed the cigarette back in his hand, covered it, and threw it aside.
"Your coach asked me to look at you." Yan Zhun didn't lift his eyelids, "Stop smoking, it's harmful to your health."
Lin Xuhuan's expression is very rich, their base has regulations, if they are caught smoking, they will be fined. He didn't expect that he finally slipped out once, but still couldn't touch the cigarette.
and-
"No, brother, if you want others to tell me, forget it, you can forget it." Lin Xuhuan said, "I poured your ashtrays for you when you were in high school, and now you know it's harmful to your health? "
"Why do you talk so much." Yan Zhun said, "Pay the fine and I'll smoke one for you."
"..." Lin Xuhuan folded his arms in anger, "No more smoking."
The waiter knocked on the door and came in and handed a menu.
Yan Zhun's cell phone rang at this moment, he glanced at the caller ID and got up: "Go out to answer the phone, you order."
"What do you want to eat? Let's order it for you." Lin Xuhuan asked.
"Whatever." Yan Zhun rolled his eyes at Pei Ran's leg, "No seafood."
The door closed, and Lin Xuhuan opened the menu: "Ran baby, what do you want to eat?"
They played games together for several nights in a row, and Pei Ran was used to him calling him that.
"It's fine." Pei Ran took off the plastic bag that was strictly for the tableware and put it into hot water to scald.
"Our green pepper chicken is the signature dish," said the waiter.
Lin Xuhuan shook his head: "No, he is injured and can't eat spicy food..."
"I'm fine, I can eat other dishes, you don't have to worry about me." Pei Ran said hurriedly.
"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 waiter walked out.
Pei Ran pursed his lips a few times. After chatting with Lin Xuhuan a few times, he turned his head and asked, "Is it strictly a stomach problem?"
Lin Xuhuan wiped his hands with a hot towel: "Yes, it's an old problem. I used to run to the hospital every day."
Pei Ran asked, "Why, he didn't eat well?"
Lin Xuhuan somehow thought this sentence was funny, and when he turned around and saw Pei Ran's serious expression, he wanted to laugh even more.
This is not an unspeakable secret, most people in the base know it.
Moreover, he intuited that his brother was unusual to Pei Ran. They had been playing games together for a few days, but he had never seen anyone take such care of Yan Jing.
Lin Xuhuan thought for a while, and then threw the question: "How much did my brother pay you to play with me?"
Pei Ran said honestly, "Twenty."
Lin Xuhuan: "..."
Pei Ran blinked: "Is it less?"
Lin Xuhuan took a sip of tea and slowed down.
How could he tell Pei Ran that the price his coach gave Yan Zhun last year was an eight-figure annual salary. after tax. It does not include the share of the endorsement of the competition activities.
Lin Xuhuan felt confident, he put down the tea cup: "He didn't eat well. My brother actually played a period of youth training before. It was summer vacation and joined the team with me."
"During that time, he often had one meal a day, saying that it was because he was too full that he would be sleepy and affect the operation... Of course, this would not work. He started to get sick within a month. He started to eat and vomited. Because of our line of work, it’s normal to stay up all night every day and night, and it’s normal to have a little trouble, and he doesn’t want to go to the hospital, so he just takes some stomach medicine.”
"As a result, one day, he was in so much pain that he couldn't walk, and finally he was carried away by 120. Later, his parents came and had a toss... In short, he was not allowed to play e-sports anymore."
Lin Xuhuan heaved a sigh of relief, and smiled to adjust the atmosphere: "I still remember what his father said to him."
Reason tells Pei Ran not to inquire about other people's privacy.
He endured and endured, and then: "... what did you say?"
"Say - 'What is the future of this industry, even the garden at home is bigger than the venue for your competition'." Lin Xuhuan was happy after saying, "Grass."
Pei Ran: "..."
Yan Zun came back after answering the phone call at home and heard this sentence as soon as he opened the door.
"What gossip?" As he passed behind Lin Xuhuan, he tapped his head with a cigarette case.
"I don't have it!" Lin Xuhuan immediately pretended to cover his head, "Baby Shiran, ask me how your stomach is nourished."
Strictly, pull out the chair and sit down.
For the second time, Pei Ran discussed that others were caught on the spot.
Still the same person.
"It's not as exaggerated as he said." Yan Zhan said.
Pei Ran looked at him subconsciously: "Huh?"
"It's just a stomach problem, I can't die, and the garden is not bigger than the field." Yan Zhun asked him with no expression, "Have you washed it?"
Pei Ran was stunned: "What?"
"My chopsticks." Yan Zhun reminded him, "You soaked it three times."
Pei Ran handed him the chopsticks and explained calmly, "The chopsticks in the restaurant are quite dirty."
"Yeah." Yan Zhun rolled his eyes at his blushing ears, and responded to him at will, "Cleanliness, understand."
After eating, Lin Xuhuan walked out of the restaurant holding Pei Ran's computer.
"I'll take it back and ask the repairman to change the keyboard for you, and I'll give it back 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'll get you a better one."
Pei Ran hesitated: "Thank you, can you tell me the repair price via WeChat?"
Lin Xuhuan waved his hand: "It's all small money, we have sponsors."
"No." Pei Ran insisted, "You still have to pay."
Lin Xuhuan wanted to talk to him again, but Yan Jun took over the conversation: "Well, I'll send you the price then."
Pei Ran said, "Okay."
Strictly put on the hat, revealing a pair of eyes: "Want to go back to the dormitory?"
"Yes." Pei Ran remembered something, "My computer password is feiyi."
Lin Xuhuan wrote in the memo: "What do you mean by this password? Girlfriend's name?"
"No, I don't have a girlfriend." Pei Ran glanced at his watch: "Then I'll go back first? I still have homework to catch up tonight."
"Okay, let's chat on WeChat when we have time." Lin Xuhuan smiled.
As soon as Pei Ran turned around, his clothes were pulled.
"Wait." Yan Zhun glanced around, then said to him, "stand here and wait for me."
A few minutes later, Yan Jing came out of the pharmacy with the bag.
He stuffed the bag into Pei Ran's arms: "Three times a day, don't scratch it."
Pei Ran opened the bag and found five tubes of the same brand of ointment.
Pei Ran was stunned, looked at the ointment, and then looked up at Yan Zhan.
He looked inexplicably dumbfounded, Yan Zhun looked at him as well, and didn't speak for a long time. After a long time, he said, "It's not good for boys to have scars."
It wasn't until he returned to the bedroom that Pei Ran felt that something was wrong.
Isn't it normal to have scars on men? Girls should be worried about this.
He frowned as he thought, and slowly changed his clothes, washed an apple as a fruit after dinner, then sat on the 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 take back to the dormitory. It was too late and he was too lazy to go, so he simply stayed at the school for one night.
When the bedroom door opened, Yan Zhun had just removed the keyboard from the computer. He didn't use the equipment in the base very well. There will be a game next month, and he has promised to help them play training games in the past few days. Of course, he must maintain the best state.
When Luo Qingshan saw him, he was stunned for a moment, then quickly regained his senses and threw the basketball into the corner.
Neither of the two said a word. The dormitory was always silent, and there were few strict words. Luo Qingshan didn't come up to chat with him very often before. This kind of silence was the norm.
But today is vaguely different.
"Strictly." After some time, a roommate's voice came from behind, "Do you know where there is a laundry near the school? I want to wash my shoes. I've been practicing running all this time, and the uppers of my shoes are dark. "
Yan Zhun didn't turn his head back: "I don't know."
"Tsk, it's dirty enough." Luo Qingshan crossed Erlang's legs, looked at him with serious eyes, and then lowered his head to look at his shoes, "If Pei Ran saw this, I thought I didn't cherish what he gave. Enough."
Strictly and skillfully wrapped the cable around the keyboard, stuffed it into the bag, and finally glanced back.
Black and white shoes, generous and without complicated patterns, were the ones that Pei Ran would choose.
"There is a house on the right at the back door of the school." Yan Zhun said.
"Okay, thank you." Luo Qingshan smiled, "These shoes were a limited edition two years ago. Pei Ran happened to be going abroad at the time and bought them for me after lining up outside the store all night."
Yan Jing lowered his eyes and zipped up the zipper of his backpack, making a crisp sound.
"Later, he had a cold, and he came back and was sick for two days." Luo Qingshan said, "Oh, this shoe seems to be a first-anniversary gift from him."
Strictly hang the hat in the closet, and take out a black one again.
"Are you saying that these artists have a special sense of ritual? Every anniversary he will prepare gifts for me in advance."
Strictly tuck the hat into the side of the pack.
The phone on the table vibrated 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 around Yan Zhuan's mouth instantly relaxed.
He picked up the phone, tore off the towel and walked towards the bathroom, taking two steps before stopping to look at the person beside him, as if he only realized that the other person was talking now.
He asked, "I remember that Pei Ran gave you all the things he had collected in the past?"
This is a time when Luo Qingshan had drunk too much and was overheard talking drunk.
Luo Qingshan was suddenly interrupted, and he opened his mouth and said nothing.
Yan Zhun's face was clearly expressionless, but Luo Qingshan was inexplicably ridiculed. He blinked twice quickly, and was about to say something—
"In this case, what he gave you should be returned to be decent." Yan Zhun pouted and gave him an emotionless smile, "Of course, this is just my suggestion."