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    The rain curtains covered the Magnolia magnolias on both sides with gauze. There were not many people on the campus trail. Pei Ran walked slowly on the road carrying the computer, holding the small pendant he had just received in his right hand.

    The phone rang rapidly.

    [Yan Zhun: Go faster. 】

    Pei Ran was startled, turned his head to look subconsciously, and saw only two young couples holding umbrellas side by side.

    【Pei Ran: Are you still there? 】

    Yan Zhun replied with a voice, and Pei Ran put it in his ear and listened: "Guess, you usually walk very slowly."

    Pei Ran pursed his lips and silently put the phone into the computer bag.

    His heart was beating so fast that it was not good to walk such a long way, and it would be even more strange to hear it.

    Pei Ran did not agree to a strict confession. As before, he said sorry first, but when he opened his mouth, he found that his voice was shaking.

    Yan Zhuan waited quietly for his answer, but this kind of patience made Pei Ran even more nervous, and it was difficult for him to say "I don't want to fall in love yet".

    One sentence was said intermittently, very unfounded.

    Yan Yan nodded calmly and said that I know, but I still want to chase you.

    Also asked him, to chase?

    Pei Ran didn't speak, he was afraid that he would open his mouth and stutter again.

    Finally, Yan Zhun pressed the brim of his hat and said that he knew, then I chased after him.

    "Pei Ran?"

    Pei Ran turned his head and saw Su Nian.

    Su Nian stood shoulder to shoulder with another boy, looking very intimate.

    Su Nian glanced at him, stunned for a moment, and then asked, "It's raining, you don't hold an umbrella? And your face...why is it so red?"

    Pei Ran's face was red, but his tone was as calm as ever: "Is something wrong?"

    "Oh, it's okay, just say hello." Su Nian paused, "By the way, it was my problem to make you unhappy before. Since I met you, I will apologize to you again..."

    "No need." Pei Ran asked, "Didn't Lin Kang tell you something for me?"

    Su Nian smiled: "Take it. I know you were angry at the time and didn't care. It's fine if you don't get angry."

    Pei Ran frowned, not wanting to talk to him any more, and turned to leave.

    "Hey, wait." Su Nian stopped him, "I'll give you the umbrella, don't catch a cold."

    Pei Ran refused: "No, thank you."

    "No," Su Nian smiled, "Brother Qingshan gave me this umbrella before, and I kept forgetting to return it. This time, it's just right, you can just return it to him when you're done using it."

    "I have broken up with him. You should pay the umbrella you borrowed yourself." Pei Ran walked away, leaving the rest in the rain.

    Su Nian stood there and looked at his back without moving.

    The boy beside him bumped into his shoulder: "Listen to what you just said, is it human? I think you're a bitch."

    Su Nian smiled and said, "This is the way to deal with Pei Ran. It's too obscure, and he can't understand it."

    "They've all broken up, why are you still disgusting Pei Ran?"

    Su Nian's smile did not change.

    It was the breakup, but Luo Qingshan still had a man in his heart.

    If Luo Qingshan can't solve it, he can only solve Pei Ran. As long as Pei Ran doesn't get back with him, Luo Qingshan has nothing to do.

    Seeing Su Nian's silence, his friend couldn't help frowning at him. After a long time, he asked: "Why? I don't think Luo Qingshan is good. There are handsome guys everywhere, or I'll introduce you to a few?"

    "No." Su Nian took out his phone and glanced at it. He sent Luo Qingshan more than ten messages, but he still hasn't received a reply. He looked up at the rain curtain, "Let's go."

    Pei Ran returned to the bedroom, took off his hat, changed his clothes, picked up his hat and walked to the washstand.

    He took a new toothbrush and brushed lightly on the hat with his eyes down.

    Pei Ran likes to wash things very much, and he only needs to do repeated actions, and he can relax for a while comfortably. But he couldn't let it go at all now, and his mind was full of strict voices.

    One moment I was saying "I like you", the next moment I was saying "I'm starting to chase you", and now I'm asking "Can I chase you".

    Before parting, Yan Zhun stretched out his hand and touched his head through the hat, but he put his hand away in two seconds and told him to go back, saying that the rain was about to fall.

    The crisp sound of collision pulled Pei Ran back to his senses. As soon as he turned his head, he saw raindrops smashing into the house, and the ground under the windowsill was water stained.

    Pei Ran closed the window, and when he returned to the table, he saw that he had received many text messages on his mobile phone.

    [Unfamiliar number: I lent him the umbrella a long time ago...]

    [Strange number: Are you in the rain today? Remember to drink some hot water to ward off the cold. 】

    [Unfamiliar number: next time there is such a situation, call me, I will pick you up]

    [Strange number: I miss you very much, can you get back to me]

    Blocking WeChat and calling is useless, Luo Qingshan is still pervasive.

    Pei Ran glanced at the time, and only half an hour after meeting Su Nian, Luo Qingshan knew about it.

    Pei Ran didn't reply and exited to read the messages received on WeChat.

    [Strictly: . 】

    [Pei Ran: ? 】

    [Yan Zhun: See if I'm still here. 】

    [Peiran: Where? 】

    [Yan Zhun: Among your friends. 】

    Pei Ran took a deep breath and felt that his ears were a little hot.

    Holding the phone in his hands, he typed a string of ellipses for a long time, but he didn't even have time to send it out.

    [Yan Zhun: I’ve been typing for five minutes, what kind of essay are you writing? 】

    【Pei Ran: ... 】

    [Pei Ran: I was busy with other things, so I forgot to close the chat box. 】

    [Yan Zhun: what are you busy with]

    [Pei Ran: ...a private matter. 】

    After sending this sentence, Pei Ran put the phone back on the table.

    Then he got up and went back to the washstand, and continued to wash Yan Zhuan's hat.

    In late autumn, it rained intermittently for two days.

    After the roommate moved out, the dormitory was quieter than before, and Pei Ran felt much more comfortable when painting.

    After only two strokes, the phone rang.

    "Ran baby, what are you doing?" It was Lin Xuhuan, who rarely did not type on the keyboard.

    "I'm painting," Pei Ran asked, "what's the matter?"

    "Painting? Painting me?" Lin Xuhuan's voice became a little louder, "Tell me to take a look!"

    "It's just a few strokes, but the appearance hasn't come out yet." Pei Ran asked again, "Is something wrong?"

    Lin Xuhuan didn't answer right away, there seemed to be someone else beside him, and Pei Ran heard his voice become a bit distant: "Brother, but baby seems to be drawing me, this kind of thing has to be concentrated, otherwise we should not disturb Is he?"

    Pei Ran instantly knew who the person beside him was.

    He squeezed the phone a little tighter, and when he came to his senses, he had put down the paintbrush and put the speakerphone on his ear.

    Lin Xuhuan came back soon: "It's okay... We are discussing going to your school's basketball court to play today, you can come together."

    When Lin Xuhuan hung up the phone, the person sitting by the sofa asked, "What did he say?"

    "Of course I did." Lin Xuhuan wondered, "Why don't you ask him yourself and insist on calling me?"

    Why else.

    Of course I'm worried about not being able to make an appointment.

    Lin Xuhuan helped Pei Ran, and as long as he spoke, Pei Ran would not stop coming.

    Yan Zhun stood up, raised his hand and patted Lin Xuhuan on the shoulder casually, and said lazily, "Raise soldiers for a thousand days."

    It has been raining recently, and the ground is wet, and all the players have moved to the gymnasium.

    This Saturday, most of the people went to play, the stadium was empty, and there was no need to occupy a seat.

    When Pei Ran arrived at the gym, he saw Yan Zhun jumped up easily and lost a mid-range shot. With the corner of his jersey lifted, he could see his tight abdominal muscles covered with a thin layer of sweat.

    "Of course baby." Lin Xuhuan was out of breath after playing for a while, "Why is it so slow, come on, let's play three-on-three."

    Unexpectedly, Pei Ran was stunned for a moment, and the movement of taking off his jacket paused: "I don't play well..."

    "It's okay, everyone is good, you still participate in the sports meeting, we are usually lazy to walk, you can make up the number." Lin Xuhuan said.

    Pei Ran hesitated for a moment, and was about to nod his head when his half-off jacket was suddenly pulled up and returned to Pei Ran.

    "He doesn't fight." Yan Zhun stood behind him, panting slightly, as always, "He has a leg injury."

    Pei Ran's shoulders stiffened, and his coat was a little loose, and he didn't reach out to lift it.

    "Oh yes." Lin Xuhuan was stunned and blurted out: "You know he can't play, why did you ask me to call him here?"

    Yan Zhun said: "Don't worry about it, go play, don't be lazy."

    Lin Xuhuan didn't notice anything wrong, he said, "Then come here quickly."

    Only the two of them remained.

    Pei Ran adjusted his breathing before turning around slowly.

    They had been playing for a while, Yan Jing's hair gathered in sweat between his foreheads and his dark eyes below.

    I don't know if he has exercised, but Yan Zhun looks much more vivid than usual at this time, and his eyes are still dyed with sweat.

    Boys' hormones are in the air.

    Pei Ran took out the baseball cap from the pocket of the coat. Because of the small space, the hat was a little wrinkled. Fortunately, the brim of the hat could be exposed and not deformed much.

    He smoothed the wrinkles and handed it to Yan Zhun: "This, thank you."

    Yan Zhun smelled the faint fragrance, and he asked, "Help me wash it?"

    Borrowing other people's things and getting caught in the rain must be washed before returning them, but he always hears this sentence very strangely.

    Pei Ran said, "Well, it should be clean."

    There were urging voices from several other people over there, Yan Zhun responded casually, and then said, "Hold it for me first."

    The sound of the basketball hitting the ground was so loud that Pei Ran couldn't hear it clearly: "Huh?"

    "Hold it for me for a while." Yan Zhun said, "I don't have clean hands and my body stinks, and it will stain it."

    He was talking about hats, but he was always looking at Pei Ran.

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