The roommate was panting like a cow as he crossed the finish line, and Pei Ran hurriedly handed over the water.

The roommate rested on his knees for a long time before he raised his head and laughed: "I won! I surpassed the computer department!"

Pei Ran hummed: "It's amazing."

The roommate was amused for a while before he remembered to ask, "Where am I?"

Pei Ran said, "The second to last."

"..." The roommate wrinkled his face, and quickly thought about it again, "Forget it, it's fine if you don't lose to the computer department."

After registering the results, the roommate remembered: "You and Yan Zhun are quite familiar? I saw you two chatting just before the finish line."

"He is Luo Qingshan's roommate." Pei Ran said.

The roommate suddenly said: "Understood, I came to persuade me."

"..."

Pei Ran thought for a while, but still did not refute.

The roommate quickly said goodbye to Pei Ran and went to cheer up his girlfriend. Pei Ran found a corner by himself, warmed up and prepared for the three kilometers for a while.

3,000 meters is actually not difficult, but some of the boys in their class are too lazy to exercise, and some directly refuse to participate in the sports meeting. All of them are reluctant to go. When Pei Ran signed up, a few people even came to persuade him.

He did a few leg stretches, staring at the ground in a trance.

In the past two weeks, because his father was not at home, he didn't go to the morning run very much to exercise. He tried a run yesterday, and the run was finished, but it was a little slow.

Go faster today.

When Luo Qingshan found Pei Ran, he was doing leg raises in situ.

He does it very seriously, and the straight lines when he bends his legs are smooth and beautiful.

Luo Qingshan watched for a long time before he was willing to call him, "Pei Ran."

Pei Ran stopped for a while, looked back at him, and then slowly lowered his legs: "Is something wrong?"

"Are you also participating in the sports meeting?" Luo Qingshan was stabbed by his polite tone, trying to control his tone, "What event did you sign up for?"

"Three kilometers."

"What a coincidence, so do I." Luo Qingshan licked his lips nervously, "Warm up together? I'll rub your legs for you."

Pei Ran shook his head: "No, I'm almost done."

Pei Ran lowered his eyes and looked at Luo Qingshan's right hand hanging by his side.

Feeling his gaze, Luo Qingshan hurriedly raised his hand and spread his five fingers to show him: "Have you seen the message I sent you? The fingers have recovered in the past few days and don't hurt anymore."

Luo Qingshan's right ring finger is different from other fingers. Although his normal activities are no longer affected, he can still see a slender and slightly twisted line if he looks closely.

Pei Ran used to hold his hand to point out God, and the pressure of the massage was very gentle, and it was like touching Luo Qingshan's heart every time. As he spoke, he subconsciously stretched out his hand in front of Pei Ran.

Pei Ran didn't touch him.

"That's good." Pei Ran looked back and looked up at him, "If there are any sequelae in the future, or if you feel uncomfortable, be sure to call me and I will take full responsibility."

Luo Qingshan suddenly felt that his throat was dry, he withdrew his hand and smiled bitterly: "Okay."

It wasn't until Pei Ran turned to leave that Luo Qingshan realized that the other party didn't even say cheers to him.

He stroked his hair in frustration, sat on the stone chair next to him and played with his mobile phone. The warm-up was done long before he found Pei Ran, and he was just trying to find an excuse to talk to him.

After chatting a few words, Luo Qingshan was more certain of his thoughts - he had to get back to Pei Ran.

This matter was even more difficult than he expected. Luo Qingshan hesitated to open the first friend in the chat bar. Su Nian sent him several messages in succession, asking him what time of the game and saying that he was coming to cheer him on.

Luo Qingshan clicked on Su Nian's data card, and his fingers repeatedly floated over the blackout option.

But he thought about it again, what does it matter if he is blocked or not, he doesn't like Su Nian, even if he adds a friend, he will not cheat.

And Su Nian... actually treats him very well. He doesn't seem to be very kind when he unilaterally blocks people.

[Luo Qingshan: Don't come, let Pei Ran see it, and you will misunderstand us again. 】

【Su Nian:......】

[Su Nian: Okay, then cheer for the game. If you meet Pei Ran, help me apologize to him]

[Su Nian: You can come to me at any time, I'm free :D]

The phone vibrated again, Luo Qingshan withdrew to take a look, and it turned out to be news from Pei Ran.

He was instantly cheered up and jumped up from the stone chair—

[Baby: My phone number has not changed, 134xxxxx, feel free to contact me if anything happens]

Luo Qingshan was so excited that he even typed a few words wrong: What's the matter? I have never forgotten your number.

He read it twice before clicking send.

[The other party has turned on friend verification, you are not his (her) friend...]

Luo Qingshan was stunned by the red exclamation mark.

He widened his eyes in shock, sent several punctuation marks in a row as if to confirm, and finally confirmed the fact—

Pei Ran blocked him.

Pei Ran was the last to register for the class. When the registration was over, everyone else was already on the starting line.

Luo Qingshan was standing on the fifth runway, looking at him anxiously. Seeing Pei Ran coming this way, he subconsciously wanted to walk over, but the person next to him grabbed his clothes.

"Student, it's about to start, don't walk around."

Pei Ran squatted down and re-tyed his shoelaces.

The runway was crowded with people, most of them peeking at Pei Ran.

Many people in the school know him. First, his professional grades are outstanding, and he is often used as a positive teaching material by his tutors. Second, everyone knows that he has a boyfriend.

These days, homosexuality has been accepted by most young people, and there is no disgust or disgust in their eyes when they look at Pei Ran, but more of exploration and curiosity.

Even so, Pei Ran still felt uncomfortable.

The sound of gunfire interrupted Pei Ran's thoughts. He rushed out of the starting line, and the cool wind blowing in front of him finally made him feel much more relaxed.

Nearly eight laps of the 3,000-meter run, Pei Ran counted as he ran, and halfway through the fifth lap, his breath was still stable, but his ranking was slightly behind.

Pei Ran couldn't help but glance back. Fortunately, he was not at the bottom.

When he turned around again, he heard the people around him exclaimed: "Be careful—"

Before Pei Ran could react, he was hit hard.

He was on the runway on the far left, and the classmates who were onlookers broke into the runway for some reason and bumped into Pei Ran. Pei Ran ran out of strength, and was directly hit the ground, with gold stars in his eyes, and burning pain in his arms.

Pei Ran frowned and quickly sat up.

"I'm sorry, sorry, sorry!!!" The classmate didn't fall hard because she was helped by a friend. She apologized repeatedly, "I was squeezed, sorry, sorry! Did you fall? Where does it hurt?"

"It's okay," Pei Ranqu raised his hand and looked at his arm, the skin was scratched and blood oozing, it looked like a skin injury.

He glanced at the petite female classmate in front of him, "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

The girl panicked to death, shook her head, and nodded again: "I don't hurt, you, are you all right? What should I do? Where are you hurt?"

Seeing her panicking, Pei Ran wanted to comfort her.

But he found that he seemed to be hurting more than his arm - he twisted his foot, and there was a slight pain in his calf.

He took a deep breath and tried to stand up against the ground.

"do not move."

Pei Ran raised his head and met his strict eyes.

Yan Zhun squatted down, held his arm and took a closer look, then asked him, "Did you hurt your waist?"

Pei Ran said, "It shouldn't be."

"Can you go?" Yan Zhun said, "I'll help you."

Pei Ran felt that he was strictly "raised".

He put his arms around Yan Zhun's shoulders, dragged Yan Zhun by his waist, and lifted him up easily.

They were so close together that he could even feel the temperature in the strictly thin clothes.

The first thing Pei Ran wanted to do when he got up was to let go, and then he heard Yan Zhun ask lightly, "Can you go to the school doctor's office by yourself?"

Pei Ran was silent for two seconds: "... I'm sorry to trouble you."

At the sports meeting, the school medical room was full of people. The school doctor roughly checked Pei Ran's wounds, and gave complex iodine and ice packs to let them go to the lounge next door for some simple treatment.

Pei Ran sat on the bed in the lounge and carefully rolled up his pants to his knees. He also had a bruise on his calf, and it turned red.

Yan Jin came in with the medicine, his eyes stayed on his wound for a moment, then turned to go out again.

"Where are you going?" Pei Ran asked subconsciously when he saw the disinfectant he was holding.

"Go and ask her to prescribe more medicine." Yan Zhun said.

"Don't," Pei Ran was in a hurry and grabbed his clothes, "It's just a skin injury, disinfection is enough."

Strictly frowned.

Pei Ran: "...Really."

Half a minute later, Yan Zhun dragged a chair and sat down in front of him.

Pei Ran breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to thank the other party one more time when he heard Yan Zhun say, "Come up with the legs."

Pei Ran was at a loss: "Where is the rack?"

He looked at Yan Zhun's complex iodine and suddenly understood: "No, I'll do it myself."

Strictly didn't answer him, Net Worth bent down to support his ankle and put it on his thigh.

Pei Ran was still wearing his shoes, he was stunned for a few seconds, and immediately tried to retract his leg, but was unsuccessful.

"My shoes are dirty." Pei Ran said.

"So don't move." Yan Zhun held the cotton swab stained red with the potion.

Pei Ran wanted to refuse, but the cotton swab was already pressed on it.

Pei Ran's legs are very straight, and his skin is a little whiter than that of ordinary boys. Iodine spreads on it, like a clean canvas accidentally stained with paint.

Yan Zhun was wearing short sleeves today, and his arm would occasionally rub against Pei Ran's calf. Pei Ran unconsciously frowned. Once he touched it, the frown deepened.

Their posture is so strange.

"Does it hurt?" Yan Zhen asked.

Pei Ran deserved it quickly: "It doesn't hurt anymore."

In fact, it was still a bit tingling, but it was completely within his acceptable range.

Strictly watched for a while, then suddenly lowered his head again.

Pei Ran felt a cool breeze on his wound, causing a burst of itching that spread all the way from his calf to his whole body - Yan Quan blew on his wound.

Pei Ran held his breath, and then took a deep breath. He could even feel the tremor from his heartbeat.

Just as he was about to withdraw his feet, the door to the lounge suddenly opened.

Luo Qingshan stood outside, gasping for breath. Seeing the situation in the room, he moved for a while and his eyes slowly widened.

The lounge fell into a brief silence.

Luo Qingshan looked back and forth between the two. After a while, he recovered his voice, surprised and puzzled: "...Strict?"