"I saw it, you all went to watch the TZG game together." Luo Qingshan suppressed his emotions, "There was an anchor who filmed a star and took you in."

Strictly open the game update, ignore him.

The sound of ignition came from behind, and the smell of smoke slowly filled the entire bedroom. Luo Qingshan asked: "Are you two together?... When did it happen, recently... or before breaking up with me?"

"Not together." Yan Zhen's voice was faint.

Luo Qingshan's clenched fist just relaxed a little.

Yan Zhun said: "I unilaterally pursued him."

Luo Qingshan pressed his tongue against his cheek, twisted out the half-smoked cigarette on the paper, and burned a hole with black edges.

"Strictly, brother, you don't act like that." Luo Qingshan said through gritted teeth.

Yan Zhun raised his eyebrows: "Me and you, when did we become brothers?"

Luo Qingshan scolded "grass", turned his head and stared at the back of Yan Zhun's head: "Who do you think you are? Do you think you can catch up to Pei Ran? I really thought he would like you after playing a few games with him. huh?"

"I'll tell you Yanjian. The occasional quarrel between Pei Ran and I is just a taste between me and him. It's okay for me to accompany him to make trouble. It's impossible for others to get involved."

Luo Qingshan's words were piercing and loud, and only he knew how flustered he was now.

What he said was half-truth, and Pei Ran was indeed pursued by many people, both men and women. Luo Qingshan was always at ease about this - Pei Ran never gave anyone hope, and rejection was always straightforward and left no room for him.

But this time is different.

Pei Ran's strictness is different from that of others.

This is also the reason why Luo Qingshan is angry.

Strictly said: "Finished? Can you shut up?"

Luo Qingshan was angry now, and the indifference and contempt in Yan Zhun's words made him lose all reason.

As if thinking of something, Luo Qingshan sneered: "You are really interesting, just holding hands is enough to challenge me, when he was lying on my bed..."

The feet of the chair scratched on the ground, making a harsh rubbing sound.

Before Luo Qingshan could finish speaking, the collar was suddenly pulled over, and the force was so great that he leaned over uncontrollably and almost fell down.

Yan Zhun looked at him condescendingly, his drooping eyes were as cold as ever, revealing a ruthlessness.

Usually Luo Qingshan is not afraid of him, but for some reason now, his body seems to be out of his control and can't move.

"Let me hear this again," Yan Zhun warned him word by word, his voice seemed to be icy, "Don't ask for this mouth."

It wasn't until the door of the dormitory was slammed down with a muffled "dong" that Luo Qingshan seemed to return to his place, gasping for breath in shock and anger.

In November, the weather has cooled down. After Yan Zhun went downstairs, he walked into the supermarket at the corner, bought a pack of cigarettes, and sat on an empty bench.

The light of the lighter flickered for a moment in the dark night, and he threw the lighter aside strictly, his hand was casually, and his teeth were neither light nor heavy, holding the cigarette in his mouth.

After a while, he found his mobile phone to make a call.

When the call was connected, Pei Ran gave a soft "hello".

Strictly put the phone to his ear, listened to his subtle breathing, and said nothing.

After a long time, Pei Ran put down his pen: "Yan Zhun, what's wrong?"

Yan Zhun said: "I went too hastily today and forgot to lead the game around."

He restrained his voice, not letting himself show the slightest emotion.

Pei Ran was stunned for a moment and asked, "Is there any surrounding?"

"Yeah." Yan Zhun said, "Keyboard, model, team logo pendant, etc. Do you want it? I'll ask Lin Xuhuan to get a set."

Pei Ran shook his head: "No, I don't lack keyboards, pendants... I have them too."

Strictly exhale.

Pei Ran paused: "Are you smoking?"

"Occasionally one." Yan Zhun said smoothly, "I won't smoke in the future."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Jun closed his eyes.

They had nothing to do with each other, and Pei Ran didn't want to care whether he smoked or not.

Sure enough, there was silence on the other end of the phone.

Strictly wring out jealousy along with this cigarette.

"Okay."

Yan Zhun moved lightly, and his drooping eyelashes trembled: "What?"

Pei Ran opened the window beside him and reached out to feel the temperature outside: "Smoking is not good for your health, smoke less... Are you still outside?"

Yan Zhun said: "At night, the housekeeping is strictly controlled, come out to smoke."

"Then...you go back early?"

"Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Pei Ran stared at the screen for a long time, then closed the window and planned to continue drawing.

He absently sketched the line draft for a while, his nose suddenly itchy, and he couldn't help turning his head and sneezed two consecutively.

Looking back again, after seeing his own drawing, Pei Ran paused, his eyes widened slightly, and he looked a little overwhelmed.

He just drew a rough draft, thinking that if Party A is satisfied, he will continue to refine it.

In the draft, it is right that the gaming chair, computer, and TZG team uniform are drawn.

But the facial features and outlines drawn with just a few strokes... are strict.

Wearing headphones, wearing a TZG team uniform, sitting strictly on the field.

The next day, Pei Ran went to class wearing a mask.

After class, the teacher stopped him and asked, "What's wrong? Got a cold?"

"A little." The mask was stuffy, and the voice was a little heavy.

The teacher has always liked him, stared at Wu Qing in his eyes and asked, "Young man, stay up late."

Pei Ran hummed: "I have a draft."

It's normal for college students to do part-time jobs, but the teacher didn't expect that families like Pei Ran would also accept business papers.

"There's no need to damage your body for that little money, a good rest is the right thing to do," the teacher said.

Pei Ran nodded: "Okay, thank you teacher."

At the end of the day's class, Pei Ran returned to the dormitory and stuffed himself with two cold medicines.

Just after swallowing the medicine, the little girl who asked him for a draft sent a message.

[TZG Saigao: Great! Poke the progress QAQ (carefully)

[Fei Yui: Sorry, I haven't started painting yet. 】

[TZG Saigao: Great! ! Great, I want you to help me draw this trophy, can you? I can add money! ! [picture]】

[Fei Yuyi: Yes, no need to add money. 】

The little girl was so excited that she sent countless cute expressions.

Looking at these expressions, Pei Ran always felt a little embarrassed when he thought of his painting that was off the mark.

After drawing for two hours, Pei Ran got up to rest, and just after making a cup of coffee, the computer beeped a WeChat reminder.

It was Lin Kang, who sent him a video, the preview screen was a bit blurry, and the content could not be clearly seen.

One click to open the video, it is noisy music. The scene was dark and ambiguous, and only the figures could be clearly seen.

After a riot, Pei Ran finally saw who Lin Kang was photographing.

It was Luo Qingshan. He was holding a small wine glass and drinking with his head covered. He drank a glass in one gulp. The people around him immediately exclaimed and applauded. After a few seconds, the video ended.

[Pei Ran: ? 】

[Lin Kang: The distilled wine that I drank is so terrifying. 】

Luo Qingshan High School just likes to play. Almost every night in nightclubs, the alcohol consumption is not bad.

[Pei Ran: Oh, you guys play slowly. 】

When Lin Kang saw this sentence, it was like a big head and two big ones.

He glanced at the wine on the table, where is this drinking? It's such a life-threatening thing.

Luo Qingshan blushed, picked up the dice and said to the people around him: "Drink, dare to continue?"

Yan Zhun didn't even look at him: "Come on."

The friend couldn't help but bump into Lin Kang's shoulder: "These two...what are you doing?"

"I want to know too," said Lin Kang.

Tonight is a friend's birthday. invited everyone to have a drink. After drinking and drinking, the two of them got together inexplicably.

When everyone came back to their senses, the waiter had already brought the distilled wine.

Lin Kang looked at them in confusion. Luo Qingshan always likes to play, so it's not surprising to find someone to fight for wine, but the strange thing is that Yan Zhun actually came to join in the fun.

The two of you went back and forth and drank for another ten minutes. Luo Qingshan was already drunk and couldn't tell the difference between east, west, north and south, and started talking nonsense.

Strictly leaned against the sofa, watching him go mad with indifference.

"I have a headache, fuck...hiss." Luo Qingshan bumped into Lin Kang's leg, "Help me...help me call Pei Ran."

Lin Kang: "You both broke up, why are you still calling him?"

"I want you to fight, just fight." Luo Qingshan said, "He will come, he will come... He can't bear me."

Lin Kang was very annoyed, thinking that it was not a solution for him to drink more, so he had to pick up his mobile phone and make a video call directly to Pei Ran.

Luo Qingshan smiled a little, he turned his head, with mockery in his eyes, sneered and asked: "Do you think he will come?"

Strictly sat quietly, without saying a word.

"I, I can call him when I'm drunk, because... we have a relationship. Even if we break up, our relationship is still there..." Luo Qingshan asked, "What about you? You are drunk, how dare you Looking for him? You have the right to let him wipe your ass."

Lin Kang raised his mobile phone and took a picture of the scene to Pei Ran: "Look, he keeps calling for you, I really can't do anything... Can you come over?"

"People all over the world know about my relationship with him." Luo Qingshan looked at Yan Zhun steadily, "You're an ass."

Lin Kang hung up the video and put their wine glasses away: "Pei Ran said come here now, don't go crazy, Luo Qingshan."

Luo Qingshan closed his eyes and raised a triumphant smile.

Pei Ran rarely comes to such places.

He walked through the crowded booth and walked towards the box, took out his mobile phone and glanced at the box number sent by Lin Kang.

The shoulder was hit hard, and the waiter quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, did it hurt you? I'm really sorry."

Pei Ran said: "It doesn't matter, may I ask about bag No. 103..."

Seeing that the guest in front of him suddenly fell silent, the waiter said, "Is it Box 103? Shall I take you there?"

Pei Ran froze back to his senses, looked back and said, "No need, I saw my friend, thank you."

After the waiter left, Pei Ran looked up again. Yan Zhun stood in the direction where the waiter came. He had just washed his face, his cheeks were full of water, and the bottom of his eyes was dark.

Yan Jun is also looking at him.

Pei Ran was wearing a gray sweater, his hair was a little messy, and he was wearing a mask, so he could see that he was in a hurry. The mask made him feel a little sick, and the whole person looked lazy and warm.

As soon as Pei Ran approached Yan Zhun, he smelled a burst of tobacco and alcohol.

He frowned and said, "Luo Qingshan..."

Before he could finish speaking, someone grabbed his wrist. Yan Chuan was so powerful that he even felt a little pain.

Pei Ran was caught off guard into the empty box next to him, and before he could react, he was pushed onto the sofa.

The box door was automatically closed, and the lights in the room were not turned on. Only the lights in the corridor came in faintly from the window on the door, and he could barely see his strict face.

Because of the alcohol, Yan Zhun's eyes glowed. He put his hands on the sofa and locked Pei Ran in the position he had circled.

Pei Ran felt that he was surrounded by strict aura, and his heart beat wildly uncontrollably again.

Yan Zhun looked down at him, and after an unknown amount of time, he asked, "Why are you here?"

Because of the drinking, Yan Zhun's throat was so low that it made Pei Ran's ears heat up.

Pei Ran's Adam's apple rolled, and just as he was about to respond, Yan Zhun suddenly leaned down—

Bit his lip.

It was a real bite, but it didn't work hard, and there was a layer of mask across it, so Pei Ran didn't feel much pain. He opened his eyes slowly, slowly, so shocked that he could not speak.

Deafening music rang out from the door, mixed with the ambiguous whispers of adult men and women.

Apart from the heartbeat and breathing of the two of them, there was no other sound inside the door.

Yan Zhun looked at his panicked expression and wanted to bully him even more.

I want to go back to high school, arrest people, and care whether they love each other or not. Wanted to lock people in his room and not let anyone touch him. want to kiss him.

Yan Zhun raised his hand to lift all the hair on his forehead and lowered his head again.

Pei Ran raised his hand with all his strength and pressed it on his chin.

Pei Ran's palm was scorching hot, and his fingers were still fragrant. He must have just used hand sanitizer.

Pei Ran's voice was soft and trembling: "The mask...it's very dirty."

Yan Zhun hummed, and lowered his head to hold one of his fingers.

Then he tore off his mask, bent down, and kissed again.