I’ve Liked Your Boyfriend for a Long Time

Thinking that his expression exposed himself, Pei Ran pursed his lips and said, "I'm not angry."

As soon as Yan Zhun was about to say something, his phone rang. It was a WeChat call from Lin Kang. As an informer, Lin Kang had no guilty conscience. He just wanted to eat melons and hurriedly told Yan Zhun to watch the WeChat group. Anyway, those parties have almost withdrawn from the group, and they won't quarrel anymore.

Strictly press hands-free when connected.

Yan Zhun said quietly, "I saw it."

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

"I know." Yan Zhun said, "and then, something?"

Lin Kang was stunned by such a rhetorical question. It took him a long time to say: "It's okay, then I...hung up?"

Yan Zhun hung up the phone with an "um".

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

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

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

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

"No need." Yan Zhun paused, "Aren't you venting my breath for me?"

Just a few words, what a vent.

Pei Ran thinks about it now and feels that he is indeed angry. He rarely does things impulsively, but he doesn't regret it at all.

Pei Ran is usually either expressionless or with a faint smile. It is especially obvious when she is angry. Yan Zhun glances more and stretches out his hand to rub his hair: "Have you had dinner?"

The two went to a noodle restaurant. Strictly does not choose what to eat. During training, he often had two meals a day for training, one of which was basically instant noodles. It wasn't that the club was too poor to support the players, it was mainly to save time.

They happened to occupy the last empty table in the store. Now it’s a meal, bustling, and there is only a couple busy in the palm-sized store. Several bowls of noodles are left at the dining outlet and no one takes them. Yan Zhun just got up and took it by himself. .

Yan Zhun turned his head and saw Pei Ran sitting quietly in the corner, his whole person out of step with the mottled wall next to him, staring at the empty jar with chopsticks in front of him.

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

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

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

In fact, Yan Zhun's injury was really not serious, and his wrist was only skin wound, and he wrapped a gauze for fear of infection and inflammation.

"One point, not serious."

Yan Zhun ate very quickly, and when he finished eating, Pei Ran still had half of his bowl.

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

Seeing that Pei Ran's speed of eating noodles became faster, he said strictly: "Eat slowly."

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

Seeing that his cheeks were stuffed up, Yan Zhun felt funny and said, "I used to get used to it."

Pei Ran raised his eyes: "Huh?"

"When I first played professionally, because I was a new team, I couldn't afford to schedule a training match, so I had to pick up heads for the training matches of other teams, and I was often called after eating halfway." Yan Zhun said calmly, "Later The food is served at the computer desk, and most of the time I eat noodles."

Pei Ran rarely heard Yan Zhun say these things. He held his chopsticks and asked hesitantly: "At that time...was the salary low?"

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

That was a world that Pei Ran had never touched. He raised his eyebrows, surprised and novel, and slowed down unknowingly.

It was the rush hour of traffic jam at 6 or 7 in the evening. When the two of them walked out of the noodle restaurant, an impatient horn sounded on the road.

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

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

"Go back to the movie?" Yan Zhun asked.

When I enter the cinema, there are only two movies that have been shown recently. One is the urban romance movie that tells the content by looking at the cover and introduction, and the other is the domestic horror movie that even elementary school students will not be scared.

The two looked at each other and turned out of the theater.

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

For meals, the basketball court next to it was also empty.

Coming out of the court, Pei Ran felt amused inexplicably. Those emotions had disappeared.

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

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

Yan Zhun stopped abruptly and stretched out his hand to hold the corner of his clothes: "Did you bring your ID card?"

Pei Ran was stunned, turned his head and looked at him blankly, then turned his head to look at the hotel next to him, his head went blank for a moment, and it took him a long time to respond dumbly: "Take it."

Then he was taken away by Yan Zhun.

Every entertainment place has a time when it is deserted or rested, only one place does not.

The boys were sitting side by side, and the entire Internet cafe was filled with sentences such as "You are such a **** dish", "Are you the long-lost shooting technique for all sentient beings" and "Go on, go on, you are watching cockfighting behind", lively extraordinary.

Yan Zhun pushed open the glass door, and saw that the people behind him were slow, and raised his eyebrows lightly: "Don't want to play?"

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

Yan Zhun and the owner of the Internet cafe are old acquaintances. The price of this Internet cafe is relatively high, but it is clean, disinfected well, and the soundproofing of the boxes is also very good. Guests are still willing to come.

Yanzhun opened a double box in a familiar way.

The box chair is big and soft, and sits very comfortable. Yan Zhun took out his cell phone and flipped through the messages, and his cell phone had been vibrating at the noodle restaurant.

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

"Brother, do you play games?"

Enter the password strictly to turn on the computer: "No training?"

"Today, Friday, take a break." Lin Xuhuan said, "Come on? We just finished the hot pot and we are at the base soon."

Yan Zhun asked: "How many people?"

"Two, just me and Ayu, the other two went looking for girlfriends..." Lin Xuhuan paused, "What's wrong, brother, there are people there?"

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

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

"No effect."

Pei Ran said, "That's good."

Lin Xuhuan asked a few more questions, and Yan Zhun responded without a hitch. He turned around and saw that Pei Ran had been on the number and opened a training ground.

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

Pei Ran stared at the target on the screen: "I didn't play well... I want to practice."

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

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

Pei Ran: "Huh?"

"The muzzle has also been replaced with a compensator." The chair wheel made a slight rubbing sound on the ground, and got up strictly and said, "I teach you to press it."

Pei Ran was wearing headphones and focusing on target shooting. After a shuttle bullet had finished hitting, he asked afterwards, "How to teach..."

Before he finished speaking, Pei Ran's back stiffened, and the whole person stopped for a moment and dared not move.

Yan Zhun circled him from the side and back, and asked quietly, "How far do you want to press first?"

Both of them took off their coats when they entered the room. There was a thin long T inside. The posture was problematic. Somewhere behind his shoulders inevitably fit tightly, and the hot temperature is conveyed through the soft fabric.

Pei Ran paused for a few seconds.

Yan Zhun asked: "Huh?"

"...It's okay." Pei Ran said, "you teach whatever you want."

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

Pei Ran fired the shot obediently, and forty shots popped out. There were only a few bullet holes on the target. If it was a moving enemy, it could not be hit by a single shot.

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

Yan Zhun laughed, very softly, the exhaled breath sprayed on the tips of Pei Ran's ears, and Pei Ran fell silent for an instant.

"I see." Yan Zhun said, "reload."

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

Yan Zhun’s palm was very hot, and he put pressure on him, and said, “The recoil of each gun is regular. The M4 doesn’t shake so much. You don’t need to press it so much...”

Pei Ran was the mouse that was completely led to move by his strength, and the bullet popped out, and the target was instantly full of bullet holes.

"It really doesn't work. You can squat down or lie on your stomach. The recoil will decrease. Try it." Yan Zhun said, stretched out his other hand to press the squat button on Pei Ran's keyboard, his arm touched Pei Ran's neck Touching is all hot.

"The side pressure gun can also reduce recoil."

"Aim your head as much as possible when you fight."

The deep voice fell, Pei Ran held his breath and controlled by him, and the bullets changed again and again.

"Will it be?"

Pei Ran opened his mouth and said after several seconds: "...it seems to be."

like?

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

Yan Zhun released his hand and turned to answer the phone.

"What are you doing?"

Lin Xuhuan said: "Brother, we are home, you are on the number soon."

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

"But I have been pulling you for a long time, you have no response. But baby is also in the game."

Yan Zhun glanced at the screen and saw the invitation message: "Teaching him to press the gun, right away."

Pei Ran took a long sigh of relief, and let go of the mouse quietly and slowly while Yanzhun was on the phone.

His fingers were all numb, his palms were oozing sweat, the back of his hands was held for too long, and he suddenly loosened, he could feel a slight coldness, and he could feel the tremor caused by the heartbeat in his palms.

After entering the game, the headset was quickly flooded by Lin Xuhuan's twitter.

"Come on, baby, come over to me and shoot a few shots in the tree." Lin Xuhuan half joked, "Let me see how my brother teaches. If he teaches well, I will also ask him for a class. "

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

The bullet hole was twisted and floated from the middle to the branch.

Lin Xuhuan: "..."

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

Pei Ran choked, put away the gun and looked back for Yan Zheng.

In fact, Yan Zhun had taught him in 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 gunfire.

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

Pei Ran has not had time to refuse.

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