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Chapter 23
Two days before the TZG competition, Yan Zhun packed his bags and prepared to leave.
The coach sat next to him and advised him: "Is it uncomfortable to live? Why do you have to go back?"
Yan Zhun didn't raise his head either: "I will disturb your training here."
The coach said: "Don't, you can help me watch them here."
"I'm going to take an exam soon, so I don't have time to be a training partner for them." Yan Zhun said in a cold tone.
The coach scolded him for having no conscience, closed the door, and asked, "Do you really plan to come back and fight?"
Yan Zhun lowered his eyes, his emotions were all hidden under his eyelids, and he tugged the zipper: "No plan."
Yan Zhun walked out of the room with his bag on one shoulder and saw Lin Xuhuan lying on the sofa, holding his baseball cap and looking left and right, then leaned to his face and sniffed.
Yan Zhun pulled out his hat from his hand and frowned, "What are you doing?"
Lin Xuhuan opened his eyes wide and said innocently: "Isn't it impossible to buy, I just want to see. Hey, what smells on your hat? It smells good, no wonder you held it for a long time that day."
The other people lying down looked at them weirdly.
The assaulter heard the words and put down the chicken wings in his hands: "Come on, smell it for me, did you use perfume?"
Yan Zhun didn't bother to talk to him, and put his hat on his head: "Go back."
"Wait." The coach stopped him and handed over what was in his hand. They were two internal admission tickets. "Take this, the seat is in the front row. You can enter the backstage if you want."
Yan Zhun looked at the TZG team logo printed on the admission ticket and took it over: "Thank you."
Back in the bedroom, Yan Zhun threw the backpack on the table casually, took out the phone and took two admission tickets, and sent them to Pei Ran.
[Pei Ran: Huh? 】
[Yan Zhun: On Saturday, at a restaurant in the city, I took a taxi for the past 20 minutes. 】
[Pei Ran: Okay, I'll post it in Moments for you]
[Yan Zhun:? 】
[Yan Zhun: What circle of friends do you post? 】
[Pei Ran: Don’t you want to sell tickets? 】
Yan Zhun stared at the two words for a few seconds before typing a voice.
It rang several times before answering.
"Where am I scalping?" Yan Zhun asked.
Pei Ran was stunned for a moment: "I just saw Lin Xuhuan enter the Moments of Friends, selling two admission tickets, isn't this his ticket?"
y Press Z to mix: "..."
What's wrong with Lin Xuhuan with an annual salary of several million selling admission tickets.
"It's not a scalping." Yan Zhun said, "I asked you to watch the game."
Pei Ran was coloring the drawing, after listening to the nib, he blinked quickly.
"There are no classes on weekends. I will pick you up. There is no need to queue for internal tickets. I will explain to you if I don't know it." Yan Zhun asked, "Go?"
The phone was quiet, Yan Zhun didn't speak either, waiting for him to answer in silence.
After a long time, Yan Zhun folded the ticket, and just returned to the backpack.
"I know."
Pei Ran's tone is very light, "I'm not a girl, so I don't need to come to pick me up. Can I see you at the bus stop?"
This is the first time Pei Ran has come to the game. They entered from the back door. When they entered, there was no one on the scene.
Knowing that they were coming, Lin Xuhuan greeted them in advance and asked them to sit backstage for a while.
The other players are serious and deadly, but TZG is relaxed. They are used to playing international games and have already developed their mentality. When Pei Ran entered, they even saw their assault hand holding a mobile phone playing Lianliankan.
"Take the water yourself. The sponsor puts it for free." The coach glanced at Pei Ran and smiled. "Yan Zhun, do you know why you can't catch others?"
As soon as this was said, both of them had a meal, and Pei Ran's action of twisting the bottle cap stopped.
Yan Zhun calmed down: "Why?"
"I'll give you two tickets to ask you to invite the little girl, and the two will sit together to promote feelings. What are you doing... Bring Pei Ran." The coach said with a smile, "Of course, it's not forbidden. He comes, you can ask me to get more tickets."
Yan Zhun said indifferently, "With so many votes, let Lin Xuhuan's family get rich."
Lin Xuhuan "leaned on": "The ticket was sold by my friend who didn't have time to come to the scene!"
The coach scolded him: "Then you shouldn't sell it in a large size! It's all taken screenshots and posted on Weibo! Plainly, it was a hot search!"
After a few small chats, the team began to discuss the game tactics for a while.
The tactics have been decided long ago, but now we will discuss the details temporarily.
Sitting next to the coach, Yan Zhun would occasionally say a few words after being named, and occasionally one or two concise opinions. The tone was loose, but his eyes were serious.
The two stayed in the lounge for a while, and then Yan Zhun got up: "Someone from the competition team came in immediately to make a video. I took him out."
There are a total of 16 teams in this competition, and the lounges are densely packed, leaving a narrow aisle.
Halfway through, Pei Ran asked: "Have you played a game before?"
"No." Yan Zhun said casually, "I left the team two days before playing."
Pei Ran pursed her lips and did not continue to ask.
Their seats are in the fourth row, and they can see the screen without looking up, and the surrounding seats are already full.
The players were seated, and the host started to introduce them one by one. When they introduced the TZG team, the voice was the loudest. When the camera was shown to the TZG players, Lin Xuhuan blinked at the camera.
At the beginning of the game, Yan Zhun turned his head slightly and lowered his voice: "They want to occupy the lower right field and want to block the bridge."
Pei Ran paused before realizing that Yan Zhun was explaining to him: "Will the game also block the bridge?"
"Occasionally, when you watch the circle, you will think about it if you have a good circle. If it doesn't work, you will be jungle, the same." Yan Zhun looked at the other team players who are about to meet Lin Xuhuan and said, "TZG is going to take the lead."
Within ten seconds, the announcement that Lin Xuhuan had killed his opponent popped up on the screen.
Pei Ran said: "You have confidence in him."
"He practiced this terrain for a few nights, just a few days ago." Yan Zhun said, "It's the pig that should become stronger."
Pei Ran: "..."
He even heard the girl sitting next to Yan Zhun smile.
Yan Zhun heard it too, and his voice was lower.
In this round, TZG played pretty well, and they won the bottom right field. Unfortunately, the late round was not friendly and ranked third.
Under Yan Zhun's explanation, Pei Ran could understand everything magically. He frowned regretfully, just about to speak.
"That..." the gentle female voice sounded softly, "I heard your commentary so great, are you commenting on the reserve? Do you want to add a WeChat, and later...you can play games together."
The girl next to Yan Zhun was talking to Yan Zhun.
Pei Ran silently shut up and leaned back in his seat.
Yan Zhun said: "Can't add it."
Girl: "Huh? Why?"
"The person I like is at the scene, and he saw it inappropriate." Yan Zhun said lightly.
Pei Ran: "..."
Girl: "... Excuse me."
In the third game, the camera gave a main perspective of other team players. The commentators talked around him for nearly a minute. They all praised him as a rare all-around player and said that he was about to catch up with Lin from TZG. Xuhuan.
The opponent did not disappoint, as the commentator eagerly watched the next two, and the blood won.
"Response quickly," Yan Zhun commented lightly, "It's good, but it's almost better than Lin Xuhuan."
Pei Ran said, "Not as good as you."
Yan Zhun was taken aback for a rare moment. After a few seconds, he asked: "Am I good or Lin Xuhuan is good?"
Pei Ran is watching the game seriously, saying whatever he thinks: "You."
"why?"
Pei Ran paused: "I don't know, I think... it's you."
Yan Zhun said with a "um", put his hands on the armrests, covering his mouth, his eyes bend in the dark environment.
At the end of the game, TZG's total score temporarily ranked second.
Pei Ran was still quite proud of it, and got up with the others in the field, preparing to leave the field.
After only a few steps, I heard an exclamation from around, and a girl called out a name in surprise.
Pei Ran was startled, he had heard this name, and seemed to be a male star.
Pei Ran doesn't pay attention to the celebrity's dynamics, and those who can let him know the name... are very popular.
For example, when this one was discovered, there was quite a sensation in the field. All the people in the back row squeezed here, even those who had already left the field turned back the same way, and the scene instantly became uncontrollable. .
Pei Ran was squeezed forward, and the girl behind him actually started the live broadcast. At this moment, she was screaming: "Ahhhhh!!! It's him! It's him! He's watching the game!!!"
Pei Ran yelled "give me a favor" twice, and was covered in screams, making his head buzzing.
One hand held him firmly in the crowd.
First, he held his wrist, then moved down, holding his hand, feeling the strength of the opponent, Pei Ran subconsciously shook it back, and raised his head to find the owner of the hand——
It is Yan Zhun.
Yan Zhun led him away without turning his head, Pei Ran could only see the back of his head.
The holding hand suddenly started to get hot, Pei Ran relaxed a little, but Yan Zhun grasped it tighter.
The screams in my ears were almost drowned out by the sound of heartbeats.
Walking all the way to the fare gate at the side door, Pei Ran quickly wanted to withdraw his hand when he was blown by the cold wind outside.
Unsuccessful.
But this movement made him realize something very embarrassing-his palm was sweating.
Pei Ran has been holding paintbrushes for a long time and has never had the habit of sweating. Now he has only been held for a few minutes.
"Yan Zhun." Pei Ran said, "...We are already out."
"Yeah." Yan Zhun looked at the ticket gate.
Pei Ran wanted to say something more, when Yan Zhun raised his eyebrows, he pulled out a piece of paper from the paper box on the table.
Then lowered his head, pinched Pei Ran's fingertips, and helped him wipe his hands.
The place where the fingers touched and pressed seemed to be on fire, and it burned all the way to Pei Ran's ears, and it burned for a long time before he remembered to withdraw his hand.
The phone rang, it was a call from a roommate, Pei Ran quickly picked it up as if seeing a rescuer.
"Hey." Pei Ran squeezed the phone and glanced away, "...Is something left in the dormitory? Is it urgent...I need it now? I know, wait a minute, I'll drive back in 20 minutes."
He just hung up the phone, Yan Zhun had already raised his hand to stop a taxi.
"Let's go."
Back at school, Yan Zhun bowed his head to reply to Lin Xuhuan's news, and opened the bedroom door.
His roommate was sitting on a chair, arms folded, staring at the computer motionlessly. There was a Weibo interface on it and a reminder that the video was finished. He heard the door opening and did not respond.
Yan Zhun took off his hat and put it on the table.
"Yan Zhun." Luo Qingshan cut through quietly and asked, "What is the relationship between you and Pei Ran?"