I’ve Liked Your Boyfriend for a Long Time

When Yan Zhun returned to the base, the others were still training. The PUBG team issued an announcement this morning and the schedule will resume next Wednesday.

Yan Zhun didn't actually plan to live here at the beginning. First, he didn't want to disturb their training. Second, although the base and the school are close, it still takes time to go back and forth. It is not as convenient to rent a house near the school.

The coach said several times before he nodded.

"Brother," Lin Xuhuan saw him through the glass, and took the time to wave his hand vigorously, "Come here!"

Yanzhun put his luggage on the sofa and entered the training room.

It was close to ten o'clock in the evening. The training match was over early. Others were practicing guns on the training ground. Lin Xuhuan and the assaulters were playing double volleyball. They had already entered the finals.

He sat on the chair behind Lin Xuhuan and lowered his hair.

Lin Xuhuan killed the last enemy, jumped out of the chicken-eating page, and snorted coldly: "I said, my quadruple AK has no solution."

After speaking, he took out his phone to take a picture of the computer screen.

The assaulter asked disgustingly: "Where are you from the soil buns, you have to take pictures when you eat chicken?"

Lin Xuhuan said: "I will show it to my new apprentice."

"Who is so unlucky to become your new apprentice?"

"I'm so sweet."

As soon as Lin Xuhuan's voice fell, his head was given a blow.

He was stunned, then turned his head in wonder: "Brother what are you doing?"

"He has a name." After Yan Zhun finished speaking, he glanced at the screen and snorted, "Four heads, which is your four times AK?"

When Lin Xuhuan was sophistry, the coach came in with supper.

"Eat something and then practice." He lifted his chin and said to Yan Zhun, "Yours, I asked them to pack them separately, no spicy."

Yan Zhun said: "I have eaten it."

The barbecue tastes so fragrant that everyone else can't stand it as soon as they enter the house, so they all closed the game and gathered around the table.

"Brother, did you come back after having supper with your girlfriend?" the assaultman asked, "what did you eat?"

Yan Zhun said: "Noodles."

"Did it out?"

Yan Zhun knocked on his cell phone and asked without raising his head, "You changed your career as a paparazzi?"

The assaulter chuckled, lowered his head and concentrated on the string.

After waiting for the news, Yan Zhun licked his lips.

The scallion noodles for supper, the ten-year old shop in front of the school, it is rare to not have to queue tonight. But now only the taste of toffee remained in his mouth, which he had tasted in Pei Ran.

The table is talking about the topic of the game. After a period of offseason, many teams' play styles will change, and the coach is predicting the skydiving locations of several strong teams.

While chatting, someone suddenly got up on the table, and everyone else couldn't help but look over.

He is the sniper and commander of the team and the big brother of the team. He picked up the lighter on the table and said, "I'm going out to smoke a cigarette."

Lin Xuhuan glanced at the table in front of him. There were only two bamboo sticks on it: "Vige, you just want to eat this?"

"Well, I'm very full for dinner." Vigo said, "You eat slowly."

When he passed by Yan Zhun's side, Yan Zhun raised his eyes when he heard the sound, just in time to see his hand shaking his cigarette.

Yan Zhun's heart sank and called him, Vigo subconsciously put his hand in his pocket: "What's the matter?"

Yanzhun looked at him for two seconds, and then said, "Spoke less."

On Wednesday, the official PUBG event was restarted. Strong teams gathered, the audience was full, and the official live broadcast room also climbed to the top of the popular list.

On this day, Pei Ran was stopped by the teacher just after school and told a few words, until the other classmates were gone, he waved him to leave.

Pei Ran went out with her bag on her back, Yanzhun stood with her back to the classroom door, wearing a headset, and looking down at the live game on her mobile phone.

Feeling someone coming by his side, Yan Zhun glanced away, his expression relaxed a little: "Did you detain?"

"Yeah." Pei Ran lowered his eyes, "Is it TZG's game? Isn't it good?"

It's just a bad situation.

This is the third round, and TZG has not made the top five in a round.

Yan Zhun picked up the other earphone: "Do you want to listen?"

"it is good."

As soon as Pei Ran finished speaking, Yan Zhun helped him put on the earphones, worried that he would be uncomfortable, and adjusted the position of the earphones several times, gently rubbing the ears with his fingers.

Yan Zhun stood outside for a while, his hands a little cold.

In the headset, the commentator was talking.

"TZG is not in good condition, is it because the training was too relaxing some time ago?"

"I haven't snooped on the other side. What happened to the TZG sniper? These rounds seem to have been going wrong... been made up."

"TZG started three-to-four. Oops, a team on the right heard gunfire coming. TZG is going to be wrapped up!"

"TZG was destroyed by the group and won...sixth place."

Yanzhun took off the headset.

He was about to say something, his hand was held by the people around him.

Pei Ran stayed in the studio all afternoon, his hands were hot. Yan Zhun held him back, and when he was about to speak, he heard the door opening behind him.

The teacher walked out of the studio while talking on the phone, and when she saw the people standing outside the door, she was stunned for a moment. After she lowered her eyes to see the hand they were holding, she stopped halfway through her words.

Yan Zhun let go.

But Pei Ran still held it.

"Goodbye teacher." Pei Ran said.

The teacher recovered and nodded at them: "...Well, go home early."

After the teacher left, Pei Ran asked, "Have you waited for a long time?"

Yan Zhun came early, and there was a piece of glass on the back door of the studio, just in time to see Pei Ran and his paintings.

But he didn't take a peek for long, so he leaned against the fence to watch the game.

What he saw the other day left a lump in his heart, not sure, he was uneasy.

"Soon," he said.

Pei Ran looked down at the phone in his hand that was still playing the game: "Don't watch it?"

"Still still in the intermission, go to eat first?"

Pei Ran said yes, stepped down two steps, and couldn't help but said: "They have always been very high in the overall ranking. They will play well in the next round and they will return to the top three."

Yan Zhun was silent: "It can't be beaten."

Pei Ran: "What?"

"Vigo has a problem and can't fight anymore," said Yan Zhun.

Yan Zhun found out the clues in the training games of the past few days, which became more obvious after he entered the field.

The shooting was slow, the moving target did not hit a few times, and even picking up things was a little slower than usual...making this sniper the most obvious shortcoming in the team.

Pei Ran was dumb.

Vigo was not seen in the last game of TZG, and he was on the bench. This time, Lin Xuhuan performed very well. After three teammates were killed, he tried his best to reach third place.

As soon as the two came out after dinner, Yan Zhun's cell phone rang.

The coach had a serious tone and told him to return to the base.

"Then you go quickly, I just go back to the dormitory myself." Pei Ran said.

Before Pei Ran turned around, Yan Zhun reached out and grabbed the hanging strap of his backpack.

"Are there classes tomorrow?" Yan Zhun asked knowingly.

Pei Ran said, "No."

Yan Zhun hummed and asked, "Should I visit my boyfriend's room?"

After losing the game, everyone at TZG still looked complacent, training still squatting in the training room, and returning to the room to take a bath if unable to train.

After playing for so long, the mentality is not that bad.

But there are also differences. When Lin Xuhuan and the assaulter were in a row, they frequently looked at Vigo's closed door.

When Yan Zhun arrived, the two of them happened to take a break and lay down on the sofa in the living room. Seeing Yan Zhun coming in, Lin Xuhuan sat up and said, "Brother...but baby!"

Yanzhun put the box on the table: "The dessert Pei Ran bought. Where's the coach?"

"Review room, I've been in it for two hours." Lin Xuhuan opened the dessert box and said something sweeter than the puffs inside. "It looks delicious, but the baby is so good."

Yan Zhun was too lazy to correct his name, he turned his head: "You go up first? The room is the first one on the third floor, turn left, you can use whatever is inside."

Pei Ran shook his head: "I am waiting for you."

When Yan Zhun pushed open the door of the replay room, the big screen was on and the last game of the day was displayed on it.

He closed the door, sat next to the coach, and watched with him.

"The reaction is too slow." After the lens gave the substitute who was on the field today, the coach said, "I often appear in places that shouldn't be."

Yan Zhun said lazily, "I should have practiced for a long time in private. The shortcomings in melee combat are too obvious."

Coach: "Can't keep up with the team's rhythm."

Yan Zhun said: "But the instant shot is okay...one second."

"There are four people in the team. It's useless to knock down one."

While the substitute was killed, the coach raised his hand and paused.

"Don't watch it?"

"Come back and fight."

The two spoke at the same time, the voice fell, and the room fell silent.

Yan Zhun sneered: "Are you crazy?"

The coach took a sip of tea and said, "Not crazy."

"Avi’s hands have been for a while, and I was closed a while ago and wanted to finish this competition, but at the moment it seems...not very good. During this period, I contacted many people, and this year I have been training hard. None of the academies can be used directly. The second team's assaulters are fine...but I don't lack assaulters now."

Yan Zhun's smile faded and said, "I am also an assaulter."

"You are different," the coach said. "You can fight free men."

Freeman, the fourth position of the team, most tests the player's comprehensive ability. Not only is it necessary to have excellent skills, but it is also necessary to judge the position of the team while killing, sweep the tail to prevent sneak attacks, do all that can be done, and think of ways to do it. In many teams, free men are the commanders.

In the past few years of competition, TZG is the only team in the strong team that has no free agent positioning.

Yan Zhun was silent for a moment, helpless: "How long has it been since I played a game, there are so many brilliant newcomers, you don't need to recruit old, weak, sick..."

The coach interrupted him: "Can you fight, I am the coach, I know better than you."

"I know it's difficult for you to give up your studies. Uncles and aunts might not agree." The coach obviously came prepared, and he opened the file on the table, "But I have to try."

"The annual salary is not as high as Lin Xuhuan and the others, but it is definitely the best price among all the rookies of the team. Five insurances and one housing fund are included, free travel twice a year, advertising fees and live broadcast money are not included, food and accommodation are included. , Everything is covered, you can arrange marriage for you if you are willing."

"There are physiotherapists, masseurs, nutritionists in the team... every game is accompanied by a doctor. The wear of the wrist cannot be avoided, but the team will do everything possible to protect it. Other problems, such as your stomach problems, will not Let you commit again."

"As for schoolwork... the training still needs training, but the base is close to your school, you have to bear it, and I will not force you to drop out."

"Strictly accurate." The coach closed the file and pushed it in front of him, "I solemnly invite you to join TZG now, I hope you will consider it carefully."

Yan Zhun looked down at the documents on the table, pressed his fingers on it, and his nails turned white.

In the end, he moved the file a bit to his side.

"let me see."

The coach secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He said: "If you have any other requirements...you can talk about it."

Before Yan Zhun went out, he turned his head and asked, "What's Vigo's plan going forward?"

"Retreat behind the scenes and become an assistant coach."

Yan Zhun nodded and closed the door of the replay room.