Two days before the TZG competition, I packed my bags strictly and prepared to leave.
The coach sat next to him and persuaded him: "Is it uncomfortable to live in? Why do you have to go back?"
Yan Zhun didn't lift his head: "I'm here to disturb your training."
The coach said, "No, you can still help me watch them here."
"I'm going to take the exam soon, I don't have time to be a sparring partner for them." Yan Zhun's tone was cold.
The coach scolded him for having no conscience, closed the door, and asked, "You really don't plan to come back to fight?"
Yan Zhun lowered his eyes, his emotions were all hidden under his eyelids, and he pulled the zipper: "No plans."
Yan Zhun walked out of the room with his bag on one shoulder, and saw Lin Xuhuan lying on the sofa, looking left and right with his baseball cap, then leaned to his face and smelled it.
Yan Jun took out the hat from his hand and frowned: "What?"
Lin Xuhuan widened his eyes and said innocently, "I can't buy it, I just want to see it. Hey, what's the smell on your hat? It smells so good, no wonder you sniffed it for a long time that day."
The other people lying down and resting looked at them strangely.
Hearing the words, the assaulter put down the chicken wings in his hand: "Come here, let me smell it too, have you used perfume?"
Yan Zhun was too lazy to pay attention to him, and put his hat on his head: "Go back."
"Wait." The coach stopped him and handed over the things in his hand, which were two internal tickets. "Take this, the seat is in the front row, and you can enter the backstage if you want."
Yan Zhan looked at the TZG team logo printed on the admission ticket, and took it: "Thank you."
Back in the dormitory, Yan Zhan threw his backpack on the table, took out his mobile phone and took two tickets and sent them to Pei Ran.
[Pei Ran: Huh?]
[Strict: On Saturday, the restaurant in the city took a taxi for 20 minutes.]
[Pei Ran: OK, I'll post it on your 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 those two words for a few seconds, and then made a speech.
It rang several times before picking up.
"Where do I look like a scalper?" Yan Zhun asked.
Pei Ran was stunned for a moment: "I just saw that Lin Xuhuan has made a circle of friends and is selling two tickets. Isn't this his ticket?"
Strictly: "… "
What's wrong with Lin Xuhuan selling tickets with an annual salary of millions.
"It's not scalping." Yan Zhun said, "I'm inviting you to the game."
Pei Ran was coloring the drawing, and after listening to the tip of the pen, he blinked a few times quickly.
"There are no classes on weekends. I'll pick you up. You don't have to queue for internal tickets. If you can't read it, I'll explain it to you." Yan Zhun asked, "Will you go?"
The other side of the phone was very quiet, Yan Zhun didn't speak, and waited silently for him to answer.
After a long time, I folded the ticket strictly, and just put it back into my backpack.
"I see."
Pei Ran's tone was very light, "I'm not a girl, so you don't need to come pick me up. Can I meet you at the bus stop?"
This was Pei Ran's first time at the game. They entered from the back door, and there was no one there when they entered.
Knowing that they were coming, Lin Xuhuan greeted them in advance and asked them to sit backstage for a while.
The other players were serious, but TZG was very relaxed. They were used to playing international competitions, and their mentality had already been practiced. When Pei Ran entered, he even saw their assaulter playing Lianliankan with his mobile phone.
"Get the water yourself, the sponsors put it all for free." The coach glanced at Pei Ran and smiled, "Yan Zhun, do you know why you can't catch up with others?"
As soon as these words came out, both of them stopped for a while, and Pei Ran's movements of twisting the bottle cap stopped.
Strict but calm: "Why?"
"I gave you two tickets to ask you to invite the little girl, and the two of them would sit together to promote their relationship. What are you...bringing Pei Ran." The coach said with a smile, "Of course, it's not that he won't let him. Come, you can get me more tickets."
Yan Zhuan said indifferently: "There are so many votes, leave it to Lin Xuhuan to make a fortune."
Lin Xuhuan said with a "fuck": "My friend didn't have time to come to the scene, so he asked me to help sell it!"
The coach scolded him: "Then you shouldn't sell it with a big one! They were all screenshots and posted on Weibo! I was scolded for a hot search!"
After chatting for a while, the team began to discuss the game tactics for a while.
Tactics have long been set, and now it is only a temporary discussion of the details.
Strictly sit next to the coach, and occasionally say a few words when he is named, and occasionally say one or two concise opinions. His voice was loose, but his eyes were serious.
The two stayed in the lounge for a while, and then stood up strictly: "The people from the competition will come in immediately to shoot the video, and I will take him out."
There were a total of sixteen teams in this competition, and the lounge was densely packed, leaving a narrow aisle.
Halfway through, Pei Ran asked, "Have you ever played a game before?"
"No." Yan Zhun said casually, "I left the team two days before I played."
Pei Ran pursed his lips and didn't ask any more questions.
Their seats are in the fourth row, and they can see the screen without looking up. At this time, the surrounding seats are already full of people.
The players took their seats, and the host started to introduce them one by one. When they introduced the TZG team, they were the loudest. When the camera was shown to the TZG players, Lin Xuhuan also 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 bottom right jungle area and want to block the bridge."
Pei Ran paused for a moment, then realized that Yan was explaining to him, "Will the game also block the bridge?"
"Occasionally, look at the circle. If the circle is well brushed, I will consider it. If it doesn't work, I will play as a jungler. It's the same." Yan Zhun looked at the other team players who were about to meet Lin Xuhuan, and said, "TZG is going to take the lead."
Within ten seconds, the announcement that Lin Xuhuan had killed his opponent popped up on the screen.
Pei Ran said, "You have great confidence in him."
"He practiced this terrain for a few nights, just a few days ago." Yan Zhun said, "It's time for a pig to become stronger."
Pei Ran: "..."
He even heard the girl sitting next to Yan Zhun laugh.
Yan Jun heard it too, and his voice was even lower.
TZG played well in this game, the lower right jungle was won by them, but unfortunately the late circle was not friendly and ranked third.
Under the strict explanation, Pei Ran miraculously understood everything. He frowned regretfully and was about to speak.
"That..." a gentle female voice sounded softly, "I heard your commentary is amazing, are you a commentator reserve? Do you want to add a WeChat, and later... we can play games together."
It was the girl around Yan Zhun who was chatting with Yan Zhun.
Pei Ran silently shut up and leaned back on the seat.
Yan Zhun said, "I can't add it."
Girl: "Ah? Why?"
"The person I like is at the scene, and it's inappropriate to be seen by him." Yan Zhun fluttered out a sentence.
Pei Ran: "..."
Girl: "... Excuse me."
In the third game, the camera gave a player from another team the main point of view. The commentators talked around him for nearly a minute. They were all exaggerating. Xu Huan.
The other party did not live up to expectations, and under the eagerly watching of the commentator, Silk Blood won.
"The response is very fast," Yan Zhun commented lightly, "It's not bad, but it's worse than Lin Xuhuan."
Pei Ran hummed: "Not as good as you."
Yan Zhun was stunned for a moment. After a few seconds, he asked, "Am I better or Lin Xuhuan is better?"
Pei Ran is watching the game seriously, and he says what he thinks: "You."
"why?"
Pei Ran paused: "I don't know, I just think... it's you."
Yan Zhun made a sound of "um", put his hand on the armrest, covered his mouth, and his eyes bent in the dim environment.
At the end of the game, TZG temporarily ranked second in total points.
Pei Ran didn't know what to do, and followed the others in the arena to get up and prepare to leave the arena.
After walking a few steps, I heard an exclamation from beside me, and a girl called out a name in surprise.
Pei Ran was startled. He had heard this name before, and it seemed like a male star.
Pei Ran doesn't pay attention to celebrity trends, but those who can let him know their names... are quite popular.
For example, this one, just after being discovered, caused quite a stir in the arena. The people in the back row all crowded here, and even those who had already left the arena turned back the same way, and the scene instantly became uncontrollable. .
Pei Ran was pushed forward, and the girl behind him actually started the live broadcast, and was screaming: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! He's coming to watch the game!!"
Pei Ran called out "Let me go" twice, but he was covered in screams that made his head buzz.
A hand held him firmly in the crowd.
First holding his wrist, then moving down, holding his hand, feeling the strength of the other party, Pei Ran subconsciously shook it back, and looked up to find the owner of the hand—
is strict.
Yan Zhun led him away without turning his head, and Pei Ran could only see the back of his head.
The hand he was holding suddenly started to get hot, and Pei Ran loosened up a little, but Yan Zhuan tightened his grip instead.
The screams in my ears were almost drowned out by the sound of my heartbeat.
All the way to the ticket booth at the side door, when the cold wind blew outside, Pei Ran quickly wanted to withdraw his hand.
No success.
But this move made him realize a very embarrassing thing - his palms were sweating.
Pei Ran has been holding a paintbrush for a long time and has never been in the habit of sweating, but now he has only been held for a few minutes.
"Strictly accurate." Pei Ran said, "... We have already come out."
"Yeah." Yan Zhun put his eyes on the ticket booth.
Pei Ran wanted to say something else, but when Yan Zhun raised his eyebrows, he took out a piece of paper from the carton on the table.
Then he lowered his head, pinched Pei Ran's fingertips, and wiped his hands for him.
The place where the fingers touched and pressed seemed to be on fire, burning all the way to Pei Ran's ears, and it took him a long time to remember to pull his hand back.
The phone rang, and it was a call from a roommate. Pei Ran picked it up as if seeing a rescuer.
"Hey." Pei Ran held the phone and glanced away, "...Is something left in the dormitory? Are you in a hurry... I need it now? I know, wait a minute, I'll be back in a 20-minute drive."
He just hung up the phone when Yan Zhun raised his hand to stop a taxi.
"Let's go."
Back at school, Yan Zhun lowered his head to reply to Lin Xuhuan's message, and pushed open the bedroom door.
His roommate sat on a chair with his arms folded, staring at the computer motionless, with a Weibo interface on it, and a notification that the video was finished. There was no response to the sound of the door opening.
Strictly took off the hat and put it on the table.
"Strict." Luo Qingshan cut through the silence and asked, "What is your relationship with Pei Ran?"