When Luo Qingshan received Pei Ran's mother's reply, Su Nian just came out of the bathroom with a hot towel.
Su Nian spread out the towel in his hands and wanted to wipe Luo Qingshan's face, but was stopped by Luo Qingshan: "I'll do it myself."
Su Nian made a move and gave him the towel obediently.
Luo Qingshan wiped his face twice, and kept his eyes on the phone.
[Luo Qingshan: Auntie, I brought you a few specialties from a trip before. Recently, Ranran and I have had a little conflict and I can't pass the gift to you. When are you free?]
[Mother Pei Ran: It's okay, I don't need the gift. Auntie is not short of anything, and we are not in the country recently, thank you.]
Luo Qingshan rubbed his aching temples and propped himself up from the bed.
Su Nian made room for him and grabbed his elbow: "Are you alright, can you go?"
"Yes." Luo Qingshan's voice was hoarse, and he patted his shoulder when passing by, "I trouble you yesterday."
Su Nian's smile froze on her face, and she didn't recover until the toilet door was closed.
He is very sensitive to the contact between boys. The two shots Luo Qingshan just took are really grateful to his brother, and have no other meaning.
Su Nian ordered breakfast, and Luo Qingshan just came out when the deliveryman brought it.
"I bought soy milk fritters and eat a little to pamper my stomach. You drank too much yesterday. If you don't eat it, your stomach hurts." Su Nian put the things on the table, "You look bad and feel bad?"
Luo Qingshan's expression was very heavy, not much better than the way back to the hotel last night.
"Pei Ran came here yesterday." He took two bites of fried dough sticks and finally couldn't help but speak.
Su Nian asked, "Then what? Did you quarrel?"
Luo Qingshan took a gulp of soy milk: "Then... he took Yan Zhun away."
Su Nian raised his eyebrows with a delicate expression on his face.
Luo Qingshan couldn't hold back, he was so angry, he had been restraining his temper last night, if it wasn't for his friend's birthday, he would have smashed the store.
Worried that he would cause trouble, he could only ask someone to take him away first.
"Strictly..." Su Nian deliberately paused, "No wonder."
Luo Qingshan asked: "What's wrong?"
"It's okay, I just suddenly remembered... I seem to be at odds with him." Su Nian smiled, "I was chatting in the group before, and I was scolded by him for no reason. Did you forget?"
Of course Luo Qingshan remembered.
Su Nian said again: "But I remember that it was not a few days before you broke up with Pei Ran, right? It's not so fast to ride a rocket... Didn't you find anything wrong with Pei Ran before?"
Luo Qingshan couldn't eat breakfast anymore, so he put down the fried dough sticks and turned around to get his coat.
Su Nian quickly grabbed him: "Where are you going?"
"Go back to the dormitory." Luo Qingshan said, "Thank you for picking me up last night."
Luo Qingshan walked to the door, and was pulled by Su Nian again.
Su Nian frowned. He rarely had such an expression. After a long time, he finally said, "Brother Qingshan, Pei Ran has made you green, do you still want to find him?"
Luo Qingshan said: "It's a strict fault."
Su Nian still wanted to ask, but Luo Qingshan's strength was too great for him to grasp.
So he could only ask the question he wanted to ask the most: "Brother, in your eyes... what kind of person am I?"
"Good friend." Luo Qingshan succinctly threw out three words, and then reached out and rubbed Su Nian's neck, his tone was as perfunctory as his actions, "Go on rest, I'll give you another day when I go down, I'm leaving ."
In the middle of the night, Pei Ran sent the draft to Party A and planned to turn off the computer and go to sleep. Who would have thought that less than ten seconds after the message was sent, the QQ alert sound was like a storm.
[TZG Saigao: Ah]
[TZG Saigao: ah ah ah, what kind of fairy are you]
[TZG Saigao: Your wife is amazing! You are too strong! How can I get an appointment for your painting! ! !]
[Fei Yuyi: ... The information and photos you gave are detailed enough.]
[TZG Saigao: So beautiful, so beautiful! !]
[TZG Saigao: Can I post Weibo, ma'am? Can I take it to the scene as a support banner? [pray]]
[Fei Yuyi: Yes, but this price is a private draft, and you need to discuss the price with me for commercial use.]
[TZG Saigao: Understood! Beautiful lady!]
[Neiyuyi: ...]
It's not the first time Pei Ran has seen such words. Fans on Weibo seem to think he is a girl all the time.
After handing in the draft, Pei Ran let out a sigh of relief and turned off QQ.
His eyes fell on the last picture file on the computer desktop, and after a few seconds, he double-clicked to open it.
The boy in the picture has cold brows and eyes, his shoulders are loose and he wears a TZG uniform, his fingers are on the keyboard, and behind him is a slightly messy training room with a few empty gaming chairs on which other teammates' clothes are casually placed. .
Strictly integrated into this environment perfectly, as if he was an e-sports player himself.
Pei Ran watched quietly for a while until the phone beeped.
[Yan Zhun: The day after tomorrow, Lin Xuhuan's birthday will go to the base together?]
[Pei Ran: No, he didn't tell me, it's not good to go without authorization.]
[Yan Zhun: He originally wanted to say, I took the job.]
[Pei Ran:…]
[Yan Zhun: See you the night after tomorrow?]
[Pei Ran: Good.]
[Strict: Go to bed early]
Pei Ran replied that you too, then closed the dialog box, pasted the TZG team logo in the picture, and then transferred it to the mobile phone and posted it on Weibo.
When I came back from washing up, there were hundreds of comments on Weibo.
Pei Ran rarely responded to comments, but he seemed to be very interested tonight, lying on his side on the bed and swiping line by line with his mobile phone.
[Ah, he is a handsome e-sports guy! nice! It feels a lot different from the previous painting style. Is it a commercial draft?]
[I feel like a fanboy?]
[Fei Yuyi: Not a business draft, nor a fan.]
[Is it a virtual character? Is there a follow-up? want to drink!]
[Fei Yuyi: It's the people around you.]
[There is such a handsome person beside your wife? ! I do not believe! Definitely beautified!]
[Neiyuyi: Yes.]
[Wait, this background, this e-sports fan inexplicably feels familiar?]
[It turns out that I am not the only one who thinks it! Which eSports player is that? It doesn't make sense, I should have an impression of being so handsome.]
[Fei Yuyi: Not a player.]
After the reply was sent, Pei Ran thought for a while, and then replied seriously on this floor—
[Fei Yuyi: But he is also very good at games.]
Pei then replied a few words intermittently, and then closed Weibo to sleep until sleepiness struck. After waking up, he didn't think of it again. Posting the sketches on Weibo was his way of saving pictures or commemorating them, not for those Upvote.
On Lin Xuhuan's birthday, Pei Ran had no classes. He went out early in the afternoon to buy gifts. When he came back, he saw Yan Zhun standing outside their academy, wearing a black baseball cap, a white sweater, a mask, and two cups of room temperature milk tea in his hand. .
He is out of shape, and the men and women passing by will glance at him intentionally or unintentionally.
Yan Zhun turned his head, and the two met their eyes.
Yan Zhuan walked up to him in two or three steps, handed him the milk tea, and asked, "What did you buy?"
Pei Ran said, "A small shoulder and neck massager."
small
Yan Zhun glanced at the bulging bag and raised his eyebrows noncommittally.
Because it was still during the competition period, Lin Xuhuan's birthday was at the base. When the two arrived at the base, a table of food and wine were prepared.
While the meal was lively, Lin Xuhuan opened Pei Ran's gift, grabbed it in his hand, and shouted, "Look, look! This is what a gift is! Look at what you all gave..."
The coach asked, "What did they give?"
"Socks for shoes, umbrellas for bank events, and the bank's logo written on it...Is I a trash can?" Lin Xuhuan was so angry, he pointed at his assaulter and said, "This idiot is still giving it away. Got my 5G movie!"
The assaulter said confidently: "Do you think I want to? It's not that money is tight. What kind of disaster month is this month? Why do I feel that everyone around me celebrates their birthdays this month?"
Lin Xuhuan said "um": "If I hadn't seen your trumpet give the female anchor a gift of 20,000 yuan last night, I would have believed it."
Pei Ran: "..."
Lin Xuhuan had enough trouble, took a photo of the food with his mobile phone, and prepared to share it with his fans on Weibo.
Lin Xuhuan always likes to talk about fans, and he does have many fans. The number of Weibo fans ranks in the top three in the e-sports circle, and he is a well-deserved advertiser's darling.
So as soon as he opened Weibo, he was overwhelmed by the enthusiasm of his fans.
Most of them wished him a happy birthday, some directly sent Weibo red envelopes, and a small number sent special birthday gifts.
Lin Xuhuan's smile got bigger and bigger as he looked, until he saw a private post from a fan, and couldn't help but groan.
It was sent by a fan named "TZG Saigao". In the painting, he is hanging and handsome, holding a trophy in his hand.
He read it several times and couldn't help but reply: [You draw really well.]
In a few seconds, the person on the other end went crazy, and he calmed down after sending "Aah" several times in a row.
[TZG Saigao: No no no wait! The painting wasn't drawn by me, it was drawn by Mrs. Feiyuyi!]
Lin Xuhuan curiously entered the other party @'s Weibo.
Pei Ran eats very quietly. Even in such a noisy environment, he seldom speaks. He only occasionally laughs when he hears two amusing words.
After spending more time playing together, everyone let go. When the assaulter poured himself a drink, he stared at the empty glass in front of Pei Ran.
The assaulter wanted to pour him a cup too: "Pei Ran, you also have some..."
Yan Zhun raised his hand and blocked Pei Ran's cup: "He doesn't drink."
The assaulter was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Why are you like his parent, just a little bit, it's fine."
They had a game recently, and they asked the coach to allow each of them two small glasses of low-grade cold beer.
Yan Zhun looked at Pei Ran and realized that the other party was asking for his opinion. Pei Ran said, "It's okay, I can drink it."
The assaulter smiled: "Look..."
"I'm mad!" Lin Xuhuan said loudly, "I'm mad! Brother!"
His volume was too loud, and Yan Zhun frowned, "What are you doing?"
Lin Xuhuan raised the phone and turned it over: "Look at the person in this painting! Does it look like you!"
Yan Zhun raised his eyes and glanced, but before he could look carefully, the people around him coughed violently.
Pei Ran's expression was unusually flustered, his eyes widened slightly, and he was a little overwhelmed—
What Lin Xuhuan was holding was his painting.
To be precise... it's his exactness.
But... how? He doesn't have many followers on Weibo, and this is not a commercial draft. There is no publicity. Why was Lin Xuhuan discovered? !
A strict voice floated from the side: "Bring it over and let me see."
Seeing himself in the painting, Yan Zhun was stunned for a moment, then opened the big picture and took a second look.
After a long time, he went to see the blogger's ID.
Not with clothes.
"I'm going, it's really like." The coach beside him leaned over and glanced at it, and said in surprise, "Isn't it really you?"
Yan Zhun glanced at the people around him, and Pei Ran lowered his head, pinching his chopsticks and pinching fans one by one.
He looked funny and said lightly, "Who knows."
"And I read the blogger's reply, he said that he drew a real person, and he was very good at playing games..." Lin Xuhuan said, "Is it so evil?"
The coach took another look: "Don't you think that even this background is a bit similar to our training room?"
Pei Ranshi thought to himself that he shouldn't be lazy to refer to TZG's training room.
"Wait a minute, brother, is this possible?" Lin Xuhuan stroked his nihilistic beard, "Could this person be a fan of your youth training before, even though you have been away for many years, she has been treating you all the time? Take it to heart…”
"No." Yan Zhun said, "I didn't have such long hair before."
Lin Xuhuan looked again: "... Also."
The assaulter said: "Tsk, the more you look, the more you look like, this must be you... Is there a little girl who learns to paint chasing you recently?"
Pei Ran's movement was as if he was called out in class, and his heart beat fast like a drum.
"No." Yan Zhun said, "I don't know much about learning to draw."
The people at the table discussed the painting for a long time, listening strictly and quietly, until the faces of the people around him were almost buried in the bowl, and then he said, "Okay, it's just a coincidence. I'm full, so I won't play training. race?"
Although today is Lin Xuhuan's birthday, there is a game the day after tomorrow, so everyone still has to train.
Because he didn't get a bite of the cake on his birthday last year, he greeted him on his face. This year, Lin Xuhuan simply didn't order a cake.
The coach arranged the auditorium for Pei Ran as always. He walked side by side with Yan Zhun at the end. When he reached the fork between the training room and the lounge, Yan Zhun tugged at his finger, and Pei Ran subconsciously stopped.
Yan Zhun didn't stop, he rubbed Pei Ran's shoulder and walked over, deliberately lowering his voice.
"The painting is beautiful." He said, "Thank you, Mr. Pei."