I’ve Liked Your Boyfriend for a Long Time

When Luo Qingshan received Pei Ran's mother's reply, Su Nian just came out of the bathroom with a hot towel.

Su Nian spread the towel on her hand, trying to help Luo Qingshan wipe his face, but Luo Qingshan stopped him: "I'll do it myself."

Su Nian moved for a while and obediently gave him the towel.

Luo Qingshan wiped his face twice, keeping his eyes on the phone.

[Luo Qingshan: Auntie, I brought you some special products from a trip before. Recently, I had a little conflict with Ranran and couldn't pass the gift to you. When will you be free? 】

[Mother Pei Ran: It's okay, the gifts are no longer needed, the aunt doesn't lack anything, and we are not in China recently, thank you. 】

Luo Qingshan rubbed his aching temples and got up from the bed, propped up.

Su Nian gave him a position and grabbed his elbow: "It's okay, can you go?"

"Yes." Luo Qingshan's voice was hoarse, and he patted him on the shoulder as he passed by, "I troubled you yesterday."

Su Nian's little smile froze on her face, until the toilet door closed.

He is very sensitive to the contact between boys. The two shots Luo Qingshan just took are really grateful to his brothers, and they don't mean anything else.

Su Nian ordered breakfast, and Luo Qingshan just came out when the takeaway delivered it.

"I bought soy milk fritters and ate a little to cushion my stomach. You drank too much yesterday. If you don't eat it, your stomach hurts." Su Nian put the things on the table, "Your complexion is bad and uncomfortable?"

Luo Qingshan's complexion was very heavy, not much better than the way back to the hotel last night.

"Pei Ran came yesterday." He took two bites of fried dough sticks, and finally couldn't help but open his mouth.

Su Nian asked, "What then? Did you quarrel?"

Luo Qingshan drank a big mouthful of soy milk: "Then... he took Yan Zhun away."

Su Nian raised her eyebrows, her expression delicate.

Luo Qingshan couldn't help it. He was so angry that he had restrained his temper last night, and he could have smashed the shop if it wasn't for a friend's birthday.

Worried about making trouble, he can only ask someone to take him away first.

"Strictly..." Su Nian paused deliberately, "No wonder."

Luo Qingshan asked: "No wonder what?"

"It's okay, I just remembered... I seem to be at odds with him." Su Nian smiled, "Before I was chatting in the group, and I was scolded by him for no reason. Did you forget?"

Of course Luo Qingshan remembers.

Su Nian said again: "But I remember that it hadn't been a few days since you broke up with Pei Ran? You didn't get on the Rockets so fast... Didn't you find anything wrong with Pei Ran before?"

Luo Qingshan couldn't eat breakfast anymore, he put down the fritters and turned around to take his coat.

Su Nian quickly grabbed him: "Where are you going?"

"Back to the dormitory." Luo Qingshan said, "Thank you for picking me up last night."

Luo Qingshan walked to the door, and was caught by Su Nian again.

Su Nian frowned. He rarely had such an expression. After a long time, he squeezed out: "Brother Qingshan, Pei Ran has made you green. Are you still looking for him?"

Luo Qingshan said: "It was Yan Zhun's fault."

Su Nian still wants to ask, but Luo Qingshan's strength is too great for him to catch it.

So he could only ask the question he most wanted to ask: "Brother, in your eyes...Who am I?"

"Good friend." Luo Qingshan threw three words succinctly, then stretched out his hand and rubbed Su Nian's neck, his tone was perfunctory with the action, "You continue to rest, I will give you a room for the whole day when I go down, I'm leaving. ."

In the middle of the night, Pei Ran sent the painted manuscript to Party A and planned to turn off the computer to sleep. Who knows that less than ten seconds after the message was sent, the QQ prompt sound was like a storm.

[TZG Saigo: Ah]

[TZG Saigo: Ah, ah, ah, what kind of fairy are you]

[TZG Saigo: Your wife is great! You are too strong! How can I make an appointment with your painting! ! ! 】

[Fei Yuyi:...... The information and photos you gave are detailed enough. 】

[TZG Saigo: It’s so good, it’s so good! ! 】

[TZG Sai Gao: Can I post a Weibo wife? Can I take it to the scene as a helper? [prayer]】

[Fei Yuyi: Yes, but this price is a private manuscript. Commercials need to discuss the price with me. 】

[TZG Saigo: Understand! The wife is kind! 】

【Fei Yuyi:…………】

This is not the first time that Pei Ran has seen this kind of words. Fans on Weibo seem to think he is a girl.

After submitting the manuscript, Pei Ran let out a sigh of relief and turned off QQ.

His eyes fell on the last picture file on the computer desktop, a few seconds later, he double-clicked to open it.

The boy in the painting has cold eyebrows, his shoulders are loose and he wears TZG team uniforms, his fingers are randomly placed on the keyboard, behind him is a slightly messy training room, a few empty gaming chairs, and other teammates’ clothes are placed on them. .

Yanzhun blended into this environment perfectly, as if he was an e-sports player himself.

Pei Ran watched quietly for a while, until the phone prompted the sound.

[Yan Zhun: Lin Xuhuan will go to the base together on her birthday the day after tomorrow? 】

[Pei Ran: No, he didn't tell me, it's not good to go without permission. 】

[Yan Zhun: He originally wanted to say, I took the job. 】

[Pei Ran:...]

[Yan Zhun: See you the next night? 】

[Pei Ran: Good. 】

[Strictly: Go to bed early]

Pei Ran replied, so do you, and then closed the dialog box, pasted the TZG team logo in the picture and transferred it to the phone, and posted it on Weibo.

After washing, there were hundreds of comments on Weibo.

Pei Ran rarely responds to comments, but he seems to be particularly interested tonight, lying on his side on the bed and swiping with his mobile phone.

[Ahhhhhh, it's a handsome guy in gaming! good looking! It feels a lot different from the previous painting style. Is it a commercial manuscript? 】

[I feel like a fan? 】

[Fei Yuyi: Not a business manuscript, nor a fan. 】

[Is it an avatar? Is there a follow-up? Want to chant! 】

[Fei Yuyi: People around me. 】

[There is such a handsome person next to your wife? ! I do not believe! It must be beautified! 】

[Fei Yuyi: Yes. 】

[Wait, this background, this e-sports fan inexplicably finds it, familiar? 】

[It turns out that I am not alone! Which e-sports player is it? It makes no sense, I should have an impression of being so handsome. 】

[Fei Yuyi: Not a player. 】

After the reply was sent, Pei Ran thought for a while, and seriously replied one more sentence on this floor——

[Fei Yuyi: But he is also very good at playing games. 】

Pei then replied a few more intermittently, until the sleepiness struck, he turned off Weibo and went to sleep. After waking up, he didn’t think of it again. Posting the sketches on Weibo was a way for him to save pictures or commemorate, not for those reasons. Repost comments.

Pei Ran had no class on Lin Xuhuan’s birthday. He went out early in the afternoon to buy gifts. When he came back, he saw Yan Zhun standing outside their college, wearing a black baseball cap, white sweater, wearing a mask, and holding two cups of room temperature milk tea in his hand. .

He is overhanging, and the men and women passing by will look at him intentionally or unintentionally.

Yan Zhun turned his head, and the two met.

Yan Zhun walked up to him in two or three steps, handed him the milk tea, and asked, "What did you buy?"

Pei Ran said: "A very small shoulder and neck massager."

Small?

Strictly glanced at the bulging bag, raised his eyebrow noncommittal.

Because it was still in the competition period, Lin Xuhuan’s birthday was at the base. When the two arrived at the base, a table of food and wine were all ready.

The dining room was lively, Lin Xuhuan opened Pei Ran’s gift, grabbed it in his hand and yelled: "Look, look! This is a gift! Look at the few things you all gave..."

The coach asked: "What did they give?"

"The socks for buying shoes, the umbrella from the bank for events, and the **** bank's logo on it...Is Lao Tzu a trash can?" Lin Xuhuan died, pointing to his assaultman and said, "This idiot returns Gave me a 5G movie!"

The assaulter was righteous: "Do you think I want to? It's not tight. What kind of disaster month is this month? How do I think everyone around me is celebrating their birthday this month?"

Lin Xuhuan said, "If it weren't for the fact that I saw your trumpet give the female anchor a gift of 20,000 yuan last night, I would have believed it."

Pei Ran: "..."

Lin Xuhuan had enough trouble, took a picture of food with his mobile phone, and prepared to share it with his fans on Weibo.

Lin Xuhuan always likes to talk about his fans. He does have a lot of fans. Weibo fans can be ranked in the top three in the e-sports circle. He is the darling of advertisers.

So as soon as he opened Weibo, he was overwhelmed by the enthusiasm of the fans.

Most of them wished him a happy birthday, some of them directly sent red envelopes on Weibo, and a small part of them sent special birthday gifts.

Lin Xuhuan smiled more and more, until he saw a private manuscript sent by a fan and couldn't help but "fuck".

It was posted by a fan named "TZG Saigo". In the painting, he is hanging and handsome, holding a trophy in his hand.

He watched it several times and couldn't help but reply: [You paint really well. 】

Within a few seconds, the people on the other end went crazy, and they calmed down after sending "Ahhhhh" several times.

[TZG Saigo: No, no, wait! The painting was not painted by me, but by @非与衣Mrs.! 】

Lin Xuhuan curiously entered the other @'s Weibo.

Pei Ran eats very quietly. Even in such a noisy environment, he rarely speaks, but occasionally laughs when he hears two funny words.

After spending a lot of time to play together, everyone also let go. When the assaulter poured himself a drink, he stared at the empty glass in front of Pei Ran.

The assaulter easily wanted to pour him a cup: "Pei Ran, you also have something..."

Yan Zhun raised his hand to block Pei Ran's cup: "He doesn't drink."

The assaulter was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled: "Why are you like his parents, just a little bit, it's okay."

They have had a game recently, and the coach has been so desperate to allow them two small glasses of cold beer each.

Yan Zhun looked at Pei Ran and realized that the other party was asking for his own opinion. Pei Ran said, "It's okay, I can drink."

The assaulter smiled: "Look at..."

"My grass!" Lin Xuhuan said loudly, "My grass! Brother!"

His volume was too loud, Yan Zhun frowned upon hearing: "What are you doing?"

Lin Xuhuan raised the phone and turned over: "Look at the person in this painting! Does it look like you!"

Yan Zhun raised his eyes and glanced, before he took a closer look, the people around him coughed sharply.

Pei Ran's expression was rare and flustered, her eyes widened slightly, a little at a loss——

Lin Xuhuan is holding his paintings.

To be precise...it is his exact accuracy.

But... how come? He doesn't have many fans on Weibo, this is not a business manuscript, and there is no publicity. Why was Lin Xuhuan discovered? !

Yan Zhun's voice floated from his side: "Take it over and let me see."

Seeing himself in the painting, Yan Zhun was startled for a moment, then opened the big picture and glanced again.

After a long time, he went to see the blogger's ID.

Non and clothing.

"I'm going, it's really like it." The coach beside him leaned over and took a look, surprised, "Isn't this really you?"

Yan Zhun glanced at the people around him, Pei Ran lowered his head, pinching his chopsticks and pinching the fans one by one.

He looked funny, and said lightly: "Who knows."

"And I read the blogger's reply. He said that he painted real people, and he is good at playing games..." Lin Xuhuan said, "Is it such a wicked one?"

The coach took another look: "Don't you think that even this background is a bit like our training room?"

Pei Ran thought without knowing that he shouldn't be lazy to refer to the TZG training room.

"Wait, brother, is it possible that this is the case?" Lin Xuhuan touched his emptiness beard, "Will this person be a fan of your previous youth training? Even though you have been away for many years, she has kept you Keep it in your heart..."

"No." Yan Zhun said, "I didn't have this long hair before."

Lin Xuhuan looked at it again: "...also."

Assault hand said: "Tsk, the more you look, the more it looks like, this must be you...Is there a little girl who learns to paint recently chasing you?"

Pei Ran's movements are like being called in class, and his heartbeat is like beating a drum.

"No." Yan Zhun said, "I don't know many who learn to paint."

The people on the table discussed the painting for a long time, and Yan Zhun listened quietly, until the faces of the people around him were almost buried in the bowl, he said: "Okay, it's just a coincidence. If you are full, you can't fight for training. Match?"

Although today is Lin Xuhuan’s birthday, there will be a game the day after tomorrow, so everyone still has to train.

Because I didn't eat a bite of cake for my birthday last year, I greeted my face. This year, Lin Xuhuan didn't order the cake at all. They were full of food and drink, and a few people stretched out and moved to the competition room.

The coach arranged the auditorium for Pei Ran as always. He walked shoulder to shoulder with Yan Zhun at the end. When he reached the fork of the training room and the rest room, Yan Zhun tugged his finger and Pei Ran subconsciously stopped.

Yan Zhun didn't stop, he wiped Pei Ran's shoulder and walked by, deliberately lowering his voice.

"The painting is very beautiful." He said, "Thank you Teacher Pei."