Thinking that her expression was revealing herself, Pei Ran pursed her lips and said, "I'm not angry."

Just as Yan Zhun was about to say something, the phone rang. It was a WeChat call from Lin Kang. As a whistleblower, Lin Kang was no longer guilty. Anyway, those parties have almost all withdrawn from the group, and they will not quarrel anymore.

Handsfree pressed when strictly on.

Yan Zhun said in a low voice, "I see."

Lin Kang was stunned for a moment, not quite sure: "I asked you to scroll up, they are too good at swiping the screen. What, Pei Ran just joined the group..."

"I know." Yan Zhun said, "And then, what's the matter?"

Lin Kang was stunned by such a rhetorical question. It took a long time before he said, "It's okay, then I... hang up?"

With a "hmm" sound, he was the first to hang up the phone.

Pei Ran didn't expect that he would watch the group. He frowned and listened to him finish the call. After a long silence, he said, "Sorry, I didn't handle it well before."

He didn't expect things to be twisted like this.

Yan Zhun held the cardboard box with one hand and put the other hand in his pocket: "It doesn't matter."

This is a matter of reputation. Yan Zhun was "out of the closet" inexplicably. Pei Ran didn't think it mattered: "I will talk to him again, this kind of thing will not happen again."

"I really don't need to." Yan Zhun paused, "Aren't you angry for me?"

Just a few words, nothing to get angry.

Looking back now, Pei Ran felt that he was really angry. He rarely acts on impulse, but he doesn't regret it at all.

Pei Ran was usually either expressionless or with a faint smile, but his anger was very obvious. Yan Zhun took a few more glances, and reached out to rub his hair: "Have you had dinner?"

The two went to a noodle shop. Strictly don’t choose what to eat. At the time of training, I often had two meals a day for training, and one of them was basically instant noodles. It’s not that the club was too poor to support the players, but it was mainly to save time.

They happened to occupy the last vacant table in the store. It was lunch time, and it was lively. There was only a couple busy in the slap-sized store. .

Strictly looking back, he saw Pei Ran sitting quietly in the corner, completely out of tune with the mottled wall next to him, staring at the empty can with chopsticks in front of him.

Strictly put the noodle bowl in front of him, pulled out a pair of chopsticks, opened it, and put it on Pei Ran's bowl.

Pei Ran also chewed the noodles slowly, the juice spread on his lips, and he was quickly licked clean.

"Does your hand still hurt?" Pei Ran looked at his wrist, "Would you like to go to the hospital again."

Yan Zhun was actually not seriously injured, and the wrist was only a flesh wound, so he wrapped a gauze for fear of infection and inflammation.

"A little, not serious."

Yan Zhan ate quickly, and when he finished eating, there was still half of Pei Ran's bowl left.

Pei Ran sandwiched the noodles, looked at Yan Zhun, and then looked at the empty bowl in front of him.

Seeing that Pei Ran was eating noodles faster, he said sternly, "Eat slowly."

Pei Ran swallowed and said, "I'll be fine soon."

Seeing his cheeks puffed out, Yan Zhun felt amused and said, "I'm used to it before."

Pei Ran raised his eyes: "Huh?"

"When I first started playing professionally, because it was a new team, I couldn't make an appointment for scrims, so I had to go to scrims for other teams, and I was often called in halfway through." Yan Zhun said lightly, "Later The meals are brought to the computer table to eat, and most of the time they are eaten with noodles.”

Pei Ran rarely listened to Yan Zun's words. He held his chopsticks and asked hesitantly, "At that time...was the salary low?"

"A few hundred thousand a month." Yan Zhun said, "I'm fine. Many people didn't get paid when they first joined the team, so they only covered room and board."

It was a world that Pei Ran had never encountered before. He raised his eyebrows in surprise and novelty, and his eating movements slowed down unknowingly.

Six or seven o'clock in the evening was the peak traffic jam period. When the two walked out of the noodle restaurant, an impatient horn sounded on the road.

Yan Zhun said: "It's not good to take a taxi at this time."

Pei Ran nodded, just about to say that he could take the subway.

"Go back after watching a movie?" Yan Zhun asked.

After entering the cinema, there are only two movies that have been released recently. One is an urban romance movie that you can see after reading the cover and the introduction, and the other is a domestic horror movie that will not frighten elementary school students.

The two looked at each other and turned to leave the theater.

Then went to the nearby game city. This Friday, the students were completely occupied by the night, and almost all the machines had to line up.

At mealtime, the basketball court next to it was also empty.

When he came out of the stadium, Pei Ran felt amused for some reason. Those previous emotions had disappeared.

They had nowhere to go, and walked aimlessly for a while, with no one saying to leave.

It was winter, and the night wind was itchy on his face, and Pei Ran couldn't help sniffing.

Yan Zhun stopped abruptly, reached out and grabbed the corner of his shirt: "Did you bring your ID card?"

Pei Ran was stunned, turned his head to look at him blankly, then turned to look at the hotel next to him, his head was blank for a moment, and it took a long time to answer in a hoarse voice: "Bring it."

Then he was taken away strictly.

Every place of entertainment has moments of desertion or rest, but there is only one place that doesn't.

The boys were sitting side by side, and the entire Internet cafe was filled with sentences such as "You are a fucking dish", "Could this be the long-lost shooting method of purifying all beings" and "Go, go, you are watching the cockfight in the back." It was lively. extraordinary.

Strictly pushing open the glass door, seeing the slow pace of the person behind him, he raised his eyebrows lightly: "Don't want to play?"

"..." Pei Ran said, "I think."

Yan Zhun and the Internet cafe owner are old acquaintances. The price of this Internet cafe is high, but it is clean, the disinfection is in place, and the sound insulation of the box is also very good. The guests are still willing to come.

Strictly opened a two-person box with ease.

The box chairs are big and soft and comfortable to sit on. Yan Zhun took out his mobile phone and flipped through the news. His mobile phone had been vibrating at the noodle restaurant.

As soon as he asked Lin Xuhuan a question mark, the other party immediately called.

"Brother, are you playing games?"

Strictly enter the password to turn on the computer: "No training?"

"Today is Friday, rest." Lin Xuhuan said, "Are you coming? We just finished eating hot pot, and we'll be at the base soon."

Yan Zhun asked, "How many people?"

"Two, just me and Ah Yu, the other two went to find girlfriends..." Lin Xuhuan paused, "What's the matter, brother, do you still have someone else?"

Yan Zhun didn't answer him, took the phone away and asked, "They called playing games, are you going?"

Pei Ran asked, "Can you play with your hands?"

"It doesn't affect."

Pei Ran said, "That's good."

Lin Xuhuan asked a few more questions, and Yan Zhun responded without a hitch. Turning around, he saw that Pei Ran had already signed up and started a training field.

He hung up the phone and asked, "How did you open the training ground?"

Pei Ran stared at the target on the screen: "I'm not playing well...I want to practice."

Although it's just a game, it can't always hold back teammates.

After watching for a while, Yan Zhun said, "Go and change the grip, and change it to a light one."

Pei Ran: "Huh?"

"The muzzle is also replaced with a compensator." The wheelchair made a slight rubbing sound on the ground, and he stood up strictly and said, "I will teach you to press."

Pei Ran was focusing on target shooting with his headphones on, and only after shooting a shuttle of bullets did he ask, "How to teach..."

Before he could finish speaking, Pei Ran's back froze, and he stopped for a moment and didn't dare to move.

Yan Zhun surrounded him from the side and behind, and asked in a low voice, "How far do you want to press first?"

Both of them took off their coats after entering the room, and there was a thin long T inside. There was a problem with their posture. Somewhere behind his shoulders inevitably fit tightly, and the hot temperature was conveyed through the soft fabric.

Pei Ran paused for a few seconds.

Yan Zhun asked, "Huh?"

"...You can." Pei Ran said, "You can teach whatever you want."

Yan Zhun picked a target that was not too far away and said, "You press it again."

Pei Ran fired obediently, and forty bullets went out. There were only a few bullet holes in the target. If it was an enemy that could move, he couldn't get a single shot.

Pei Ran was silent and explained, "I didn't play well."

Yan Zhun laughed, very lightly, and the breath he exhaled sprayed on Pei Ran's ears, and Pei Ran instantly fell silent.

"Understood." Yan Zhun said, "Reload."

Pei Ran loaded the bullet and wanted to try again, but someone grabbed the back of his hand.

Yan Zhun's palm was very hot, and with force, he said, "Every gun has a regular recoil, M4 doesn't shake so much, you don't need to press it so much..."

Pei Ran was completely dragged by his strength to move the mouse, the bullet popped out of the chamber, and the target was instantly filled with bullet holes.

"It really doesn't work, you can squat or lie down, the recoil will be reduced, give it a try." Yan Zhun said, stretched out his other hand to press the squat key on Pei Ran's keyboard, and his arm touched Pei Ran's neck. Touch, it's all hot.

"The side head gun also reduces recoil."

"When fighting, try to aim your head."

The low voice fell, and Pei Ran held his breath and let him control it, changing the bullets again and again.

"Will it be?"

Pei Ran opened his mouth and said after a few seconds, "...It seems to be."

like?

Yan Zhun raised his eyebrows and wanted to ask again, but the phone on the table suddenly rang, and Lin Xuhuan called.

Yan Jun let go of his hand and turned to answer the phone.

"What?"

Lin Xuhuan said, "Brother, we're home, you can get on the number soon."

Yan Zhun said, "I'm on it, I don't know how to watch it myself?"

"But I've been pulling you for a long time, and you haven't responded. But the baby is also in the game."

Yan Zhun glanced at the screen and saw the invitation message: "I'm teaching him to press the gun, right now."

Pei Ran breathed a sigh of relief, and quietly and slowly let go of the mouse while Yan Zhan was on the phone.

His fingers were all numb, and his palms were sweating. The back of his hand was held for too long, and he suddenly loosened it. He could feel a slight coldness, and he could feel the tremor caused by his heartbeat in the palm of his hand.

After entering the game, Lin Xuhuan's chatter quickly filled his earphones.

"Come on, baby, come to me and shoot a few shots into the tree." Lin Xuhuan said half-jokingly, "Let me see how my brother is teaching, and if he is good at teaching, I will ask him to sign up for a class. "

Pei Ran was so urged that he had no choice but to drive a shuttle to the tree.

The bullet holes were crooked, and floated from the middle to the branches.

Lin Xuhuan: "..."

Lin Xuhuan stepped forward and took a closer look: "But baby, what did my brother teach you..."

Pei Ran choked, put away the gun and turned to look for Yan Zhun.

In fact, Yan Zhun had already taught it in great detail, but he couldn't listen to it at all. His only thought at the time was that his heart seemed to be beating faster than the sound of gunfire.

Lin Xuhuan said, "Brother, don't misunderstand your children in the future. But baby, when you come to the base one day, I will teach you to suppress. Let's look a little farther and directly suppress AK four times."

Pei Ran didn't have time to refuse.

"Shut up." Yan Zhun interrupted his chatter, "It's not your turn."