Luo Qingshan only realized that Pei Ran fell after running.

Luo Qingshan had good sports cells and threw Pei Ran a lot while running. When he ran, he looked back and saw Pei Ran missing a long time ago.

After watching the students asked about the situation, he came over before he even had time to register his grades.

Unexpectedly, he would come. Pei Ran paused and then was pulled back to his senses by the sudden coldness on his ankle.

Yan Zhun glanced at Luo Qingshan, nodded lightly, and then put the ice pack on Pei Ran's sprained ankle: "Is it here?"

Pei Ran subconsciously replied: "Absolutely."

Luo Qingshan recovered and quickly walked into the lounge: "Pei Ran, Pei Ran, where are you injured? Does the bones hurt?"

Seeing the injury on Pei Ran’s leg, he took a deep breath and picked up his cell phone, "I'll take you to the hospital."

"No need." Pei Ran said, "It's not that exaggerated, just disinfect it."

"No, I still have to make a movie. What should I do if I hurt my bones?" Luo Qingshan insisted.

"I'm not hurt, I just twisted it." Seeing that he really opened the taxi call software, Pei Ran had to say, "If you call, I won't get in the car."

"..." Luo Qingshan paused his fingertips and closed the software angrily.

He looked at Yan Zhun awkwardly, and Yan Zhun was helping Pei Ran with an ice pack without even raising his head.

"Yan Zhun, why are you here?" He put aside the topic and pulled the corner of his mouth, "Have you finished running for one hundred meters?"

Yan Zhun said: "Yes."

"How was it running?"

"Run whatever you want."

"It's okay, ranking doesn't matter, and I don't expect to win the prize." Luo Qingshan said casually, "You guys who love playing games don't exercise much."

Pei Ran was quiet for two seconds. Seeing Yan Zhun's as if he had agreed, he couldn't help but speak before Luo Qingshan said the next sentence: "He got the third place, and the top two are all sports students."

Yan Zhun's expression changed a little. He pulled the corner of his mouth, picked up the ice bag, wiped off the water from Pei Ran's ankle with his palm, and applied it again.

Pei Ran felt that he was burned by his palm.

Luo Qingshan was stunned: "Ah? Such...congratulations."

He still had many doubts in his heart, which were reflected in his frowning brow. He picked up a tissue to wipe his sweat, then stretched out his hand to Yan Zhun: "Thank you for sending Pei Ran over, give me the ice bag, and I'll do the rest."

Yan Zhun finally looked up and did nothing else. He looked at Luo Qingshan and said in surprise: "Didn't you break up?"

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere became colder again.

Luo Qingshan's expression changed a lot. After a while, he smiled and pretended to be relaxed: "So he needs an opportunity to show off."

Yan Zhun asked back: "Why should I give you this opportunity?"

Luo Qingshan: "?"

Pei Ran couldn't bear to listen, so he pulled his foot back: "I won't bother you anymore, just a little injury, I can handle it myself."

Luo Qingshan was still looking at Yan Zhun, his eyes slightly complicated. He was about to ask, but his phone suddenly rang.

It was their squad leader who asked him to go back to the playground to sign his signature quickly. If he didn't sign it, it would be a waste of running away and the results would be cancelled directly.

Luo Qingshan asked a few more questions before leaving. When he left, he turned around one step and looked worried.

The ice pack frozen hands, Pei Ran symbolically covered her casually, and sincerely said to the people around her: "Thank you today."

Yan Zhun nodded and suddenly said, "When you came here, you stepped on me several times."

It is difficult to walk with one foot, especially when I fell, Pei Ran’s legs hurt and he walked very hard.

Pei Ran looked at him for two seconds, then looked down at Yan Zhun's shoes.

The white limited edition model has shoe prints, which is a proof.

"Sorry." Pei Ran said, "I'll help you wash it."

Yan Zhun was stunned for a rare moment and raised his eyebrows: "Clean me?"

Pei Ran added: "Send it to the laundry, where you can wash your shoes."

Yan Zhun's interest dissipated: "No."

He looked at Pei Ran's hands, a very beautiful pair of hands, suitable for painting, suitable for playing the piano, and suitable for Pei Ran.

Yan Zhun thought to himself that even if Pei Ran really wanted to wash his shoes with his own hands, he would not be willing to ruin them.

Pei Ran said: "Then I will use a wet tissue to help you wipe it?"

"Farewell," Yan Zhun withdrew his gaze, "If you owe me a favor."

Pei Ran frowned lightly and said firmly: "I'll pay you a pair, what model are you?"

Feeling the subtle change in Pei Ran's attitude, Yan Zhun looked at him for a long time, and then sighed lightly.

He turned around and pulled out a tissue from the table next to him, grabbed Pei Ran's wrist, rubbed the tissue on the ice pack, and then smeared it on his shoes casually.

"It's clean, you don't owe it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Zhun's cell phone rang several times in a row.

After seeing the news, Yan Zhun remembered that he promised Lin Xuhuan to go to the base today to play a few training matches with them.

Yan Zhun stood up and said, "Let's go."

Pei Ran looked up at him: "Where are you going?"

"Send you back." Yan Zhun finished speaking, regardless of whether Pei Ran agreed or not, grabbed his hand and put it on his neck, "Hugging it tightly."

Pei Ran’s dormitory was very clean. After his roommate moved out, he did a big cleaning, and the air was filled with a faint fruity fragrance.

Yan Zhun put him down and left, the dormitory door was not closed.

Pei Ran was not in a hurry. He opened the black bag on the table and thought that he should have asked Yan Zhun if he could eat fruit.

Pei Ran walked to the sink with difficulty and carefully peeled off the peach skin. Just as he was about to take the first bite, something came from the door again.

Yan Zhun went back and carried a black bag in his hand: "Hold it."

Pei Ran asked: "What is it?"

"Ice cream." Yan Zhun said, "You use it to apply it to your feet."

Pei Ran smiled.

Yan Zhun didn't know where he poked his laugh point. He stared at Pei Ran for a long time: "Why are you laughing at?"

Pei Ran smiled and shook his head, took the bag and said, "Thank you, do you want to eat fruit?"

"You want." Yan Zhun glanced at his hand: "Taozi?"

Pei Ran nodded, hesitated for a moment, and handed the peach over: "I washed my hands, it's clean."

As soon as Pei Ran finished speaking, Yan Zhun suddenly came up and lowered his head and bit his peach.

He swallowed a mouthful of flesh under Pei Ran's shocked gaze: "Sweet."

After several training matches, TZG's coach's WeChat was directly blasted.

"I'm asking if I've tricked you into the team, and I'm also saying I'm insidious and I'm hiding it and not telling them." The coach sneered, "It's so funny, if I really get you, I won't have to use a loudspeaker to go to their base to broadcast it ten or eight times?"

Yan Zhun leaned on the e-sports chair and was sniping against someone else. Three seconds later, he was shot in the head.

"Beautiful!" The coach leaned behind his e-sports chair, "So what do you think? Will you give me the chance to broadcast?"

Yan Zhun sneered, why did anyone ask him for a chance today?

"No." Yan Zhun said, "You talk again, I'm going back."

"Don't, the room is ready for you, sleep here tonight." The coach has long been used to it, "Can you come here often for them to practice your skills in the future?"

Lin Xuhuan wailed: "Don't, I'll be autistic later."

The coach said: "You can't be proud of yourself if you want to beat you up. You can't be proud of it. You talk in the live broadcast room every day. I think you think your salary is too high."

"What's the matter..." Lin Xuhuan muttered, "Brother, how many people in the building?"

After the training match, everyone else went to eat skewers. Lin Xuhuan was so angry that he couldn't eat it, so he could only stay and beg Yan Zhun to play with him on a double and four-row line.

"Four, full of escorts, I'll knock down three," Yan Zhun replaced the steps/gun and "rush to the building."

At the end of a game, they were attacked by a cheating god and ate a chicken butt.

Yan Zhun felt it was boring. There were more and more gods in this game. He was about to close the game, but Yu Guangdu met an online friend.

He immediately called for an invitation.

"No more fight? Brother?" Seeing that he was not prepared, Lin Xuhuan asked.

Yan Zhun said: "I don't know."

Lin Xuhuan asked: "...I don't know what it means?"

Yan Zhun lit a cigarette: "Let him ignore me."

Lin Xuhuan wanted to ask again, and suddenly there was one more person on the game interface. This person was wearing a white original costume and could tell at a glance that he was a newbie.
To be continued...