Pei Ran has been called "teacher" many times. Some people who like his paintings on the Internet will call him "non-teacher". When he participated in a certain art exhibition before, the staff would also call him "Teacher Pei".

I was a little embarrassed at first, but got used to it.

Pei Ran walked into the lounge in silence. After the coach adjusted the angle of view, he got up and said, "You can switch the angle of view by pressing this button. I have to go over there and stare. You...why are you blushing?"

Pei Ran's skin was pale, and it was especially obvious when his face was hot.

"Teacher" is used to hearing it, but calling it strictly seems a little different from other people's.

Pei Ran lowered his eyes, touched the place where his palm had just been rubbed with his fingers, and said, "I'm fine, I've had a drink."

The coach thought about it, and Pei Ran seemed to... just took a sip or two on the table? Later, the wine glass was tightly covered, and no one could pour anything into it.

The coach said: "Then I will open the window to ventilate and sober you up, or let my aunt give you a hot glass of milk?"

"Don't bother, it'll be fine in a while." Pei Ran said, "Thank you."

After the coach left the lounge, Pei Ran fixed his perspective on the strictly used ID according to the method he taught.

Yan Zhun's style of play in training matches is completely different from when he usually plays games with him, because his teammates are all very strong, and there is no worries, Yan Zhu can perform every operation to the limit, and he can feel it through the screen. .

Yan Zhun played the home team's No. 2 raider today. Although they don't usually train together, they have known each other for a long time and have a good understanding. They quickly destroyed both teams and went to a small house in a certain wild area to rest. condition.

Yan Zhun was drinking painkillers, turned on the map, and was thinking about where to go for a while, when he heard a "deng" from the earphones.

After closing the map, Lin Xuhuan squatted beside him, and there was a SCAR-L just dropped on the ground.

"Brother~ I also want to add a buff to you~~" Lin Xuhuan said while squeezing his throat.

This is to replace the fully equipped M4 in Yan Zhun's hands.

Yan Zhun said lazily: "Take your little broken gun and walk away, you can see it outside the window here."

Lin Xuhuan said with a "fuck": "You treat me like a baby, let me enjoy his treatment?! I'll pay you to accompany you at the end of the big deal! I'll cover you for 500 hours!"

Yan Zhun said, "I can't do it."

Lin Xuhuan was dissatisfied: "Why?"

Yan Zhun said, "You are not as cute as him."

As soon as these words came out, the headset was quiet.

Not only Lin Xuhuan, but the other two couldn't help but turn their heads to look at him in confusion and surprise.

In terms of looks or talent, Pei Ran is indeed a lot taller than ordinary people. He usually doesn't talk much but has a good personality. Everyone recognizes these.

But cute? ? ?

"Brother, I'm not saying that, but if baby's character is cute, then I, Lin, are the number one sweetheart in the world." Lin said without blushing, "The kind that squeezes out honey by pinching my cheeks. "

The other two burst out laughing, Yan Zhun laughed too, with a faint smile, and taunted: "Then let the one next to you stop rewarding the female anchor, reward you."

The people around him sneered and said, "Then I might as well throw the money into the water and still hear the sound."

Lin Xuhuan stretched out his hand and pinched his neck: "Damn, apologize to Lao Tzu."

The coach smiled and took notes in the back, a little back to the feeling of a few years ago. At that time, everyone was a youth trainee, and he was also a new coach. Several people were huddled in a small practice room and quarreling. At that time, Yanjian was not as silent as he is now. Full of youthful spirit.

Yan Zhun usually doesn't play scrims in the first team. Today, another assaulter had a problem with his wrist. The team's management took him for acupuncture, and he said it would take an hour or two to come back.

Two hours later, Yan Zhun's mind was obviously a little distracted. After another training match ended, he glanced at the time: "Is the person still back?"

"It's still getting acupuncture, it's almost over." The coach glanced at the date, "Didn't you have no class today? What's the hurry, just finish today's scrims and go, the doctor told me, even if he came back. I can't move for a while, so I have to take a day off."

"No." Yan Zhun said, "Someone is waiting."

The coach then remembered that there was a guest sitting outside. He thought for a while: "Then why don't I have someone send him back first?"

Strictly press preparation: "The last round."

It means refusal. The coach pondered for a while, and it was not good to let the guests sit outside alone for two hours. He compromised: "Okay, then I'll let the second team's assaulter fill the seat. When will you pack your bags and come over?"

Strictly don't plan to live in the school anymore. First, the dormitory environment is poor, and second, the roommates are too annoying.

He originally wanted to rent a room, but the coach knew that after a while, he finally tricked people into the base dormitory.

Yan Zhun said: "Tomorrow."

After the training match, Yan Zhun moved his muscles and bones towards the lounge, and when he heard the door slam, Pei Ran subconsciously looked over.

"Stop fighting?" Pei Ran was a little surprised.

Yan Zhun said "um": "Was it annoying to wait?"

"It's not annoying." Pei Ran said, "It's beautiful."

Yan Zhun approached and glanced at the screen, saw his data settlement, and raised his eyebrows: "Have you been looking at my perspective?"

Pei Ran nodded honestly.

The assistant coach came in with his mobile phone: "They are shouting for supper. What do you two want to eat at the seafood barbecue on the side of the road?"

"Don't eat." Yan Zhun said, "He will have to sleep when he goes back, and he won't be able to fall asleep."

The two left the base shoulder to shoulder, and the little assistant saw off the guest, still standing at the entrance with the phone in both hands.

Lin Xuhuan went to the toilet and came out, looking at her with a puzzled face: "What are you doing? Have you ordered takeout? I'm starving to death."

"It's clicked," the little assistant returned to his senses, followed Lin Xuhuan to the training room, and suddenly asked, "Xiaohuan Shen, do you think it's a little strange for Brother Zhun and baby Ran?"

"What's weird?"

"I can't tell, but I always feel that the quasi-brother hurts a bit."

Lin Xuhuan looked at her without words.

After a long while, he patted the assistant's shoulder: "You think too much. I have known my brother for so many years, and the only thing he has ever hurt is his precious keyboard."

Strictly send people to the gate of the academy without hurting people: "Go back, Teacher Pei."

Pei Ran's drowsiness in the car vanished in an instant, and he gave Yan Zhun the packaging bag in his hand with a "hmm".

It's a massager, exactly the same as the one gave to Lin Xuhuan today.

No wonder the bag is so bulging, it originally contained two.

Yan Zhun asked, "Did you take one along by the way?"

"No." Pei Ran lowered his eyes and said, "I was optimistic about it before."

It means that Lin Xuhuan is the way.

The night wind was blowing, making it ticklish. Yan Zhun smiled and said, "Mr. Pei is so nice."

This "Mr. Pei" called out, and Pei Ran dreamed that he became an art teacher that night.

Fortunately, he hadn't had a long headache for the students before he was woken up by the ringing of the phone.

The caller ID was Lin Kang, and Pei Ran squinted to look at the time. At two o'clock in the morning, he had just slept for less than half an hour.

Pei Ran cleared his throat before picking up the phone: "Hello?"

Lin Kang anxiously asked nonsense: "Pei Ran, are you asleep?"

Pei Ran rubbed his eyes: "No, what's the matter?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Lin Kang said. "The car has just left, so hurry up and go to the hospital to have a look! It's in the city hospital!"

Pei Ran asked vaguely, "What are you going to do in the hospital?"

"You don't know yet?" Lin Kang said, "Yan Zhun and Luo Qingshan fought!!"

Lin Xuhuan was on the live broadcast in the middle of the night, and he made a phone call.

The coach was so anxious that the driver didn't even have time to shout, and got into the driver's seat himself.

"Which hospital?" the coach asked.

"It's the city hospital, the one on Third Street." Lin Xuhuan said, "Brother, there are not even flies on the road, you drive faster."

"I'm about to speed!" The coach said, and he glanced at the street from the corner of his eye, and suddenly a brake hit his foot.

Pei Ran was standing at the bus stop waiting for the bus. During this time, taxis were squatting at the entrance of the entertainment venue, making it difficult to stop him. The taxi-hailing software was temporarily maintained, and he couldn't wait for a car for a long time.

The coach thought that he was going to look for Yan Zhuan, so he simply pulled over to the side and pulled down the car window: "Of course, baby, you..."

"Can you take me to the city hospital?" Pei Ran interrupted him, "I'm sorry."

The coach was stunned: "We were going to go, but don't you want to go to class tomorrow, just go back and rest..."

Before he could finish speaking, Pei Ran opened the door and got into the car.

coach:"……"

On the way, Pei Ran kept looking out the window in silence.

Lin Xuhuan glanced at him several times and couldn't help but say, "Of course baby, don't worry, my brother has never lost a fight."

Pei Ran asked, "Has he fought before?"

"Of course!" Lin Xuhuan became excited when he remembered what happened back then, "There was a youth trainee who stole something from my brother back then. After being caught by my brother, he was unwilling and broke my brother's keyboard secretly, and gave it back to us for the substitute position. The underwater laxative that my brother ran into, he beat him to the ground on the spot!"

The coach glanced at them from the rearview mirror: "Okay, what's the old thing to mention."

Lin Xuhuan shrugged, turned his head and asked, "That's right, baby, how did you know my brother was in the hospital? Did he call you?"

"My friend told me."

Lin Xuhuan nodded and said, "My brother doesn't know who he is doing this time. He has seen through the red dust for so long. Which idiot is so capable, he can trouble his old man to do it."

Pei Ran was silent for a long time and said, "His roommate."

"His roommate? The one surnamed Luo?" Lin Xuhuan suddenly thought of something after speaking, and suddenly stopped, looked at the person beside him blankly, "That person is not..."

Pei Ran continued his words and said naturally, "Well, it's my ex-boyfriend."

The hospital corridors reeked of the smell of disinfectant.

Lin Xuhuan peeked at Pei Ran worriedly while looking for the emergency room, thinking about it, but the baby might not come to see his brother, but to see his ex-boyfriend.

Pei Ran was very thinly dressed, with a simple pair of thin long sleeves and jeans. His hair was a little messy, and the edges of his eyes were slightly red, as if he had just been woken up.

Lin Xuhuan swallowed, they won't quarrel for a while, right? That's too ugly.

He is good at arguing with people, but not good at persuading him.

Lin Xuhuan found the emergency room with a full heart.

There was no one in the middle of the night. His brother sat alone on the bench outside the emergency room, sitting in a slack posture, with gauze on his arms and face, staring at the floor with his head down in a daze.

Hearing the footsteps, Yan Zhan turned his head slightly and looked at the person who came.

Lin Xuhuan rushed forward with a vigorous step, blocking the two of them.

"Brother, how did you get hurt like this?! Does it hurt? That grandson... where is that person? Could it be that you lost the fight? Why didn't you tell me in advance if you wanted to beat someone..."

Rumbling, listening to strictly upset and headache.

He raised his hand and waved at Lin Xuhuan.

Lin Xuhuan took a deep breath: "What do you mean? Does your hand hurt? I'll call the doctor!"

Yan Zhun said in a hoarse voice: "Get out of the way, and block me."

Lin Xuhuan: "..."

Lin Xuhuan finally stepped aside, his eyes were vigilantly back and forth between the two, and he was ready to smooth things out.

Pei Ran kept frowning, looking down at the gauze near Yan Zhuan's wrist.

Yan Zhun let him watch, and it took a moment for him to act.

He stretched his legs and gently touched Pei Ran's sneakers under Lin Xuhuan's nervous eyes.

"I'll do it first." Strictly frankly said the crime, and said in a low voice, "Don't be angry... Teacher Pei."