Yan Zhun poked the milk open with the straw and clinked it against the Coach's glass. "Yeah. They say it's good for the stomach."

Pei Ran: "..."

He discovered that here, Yan Zhun was very relaxed and talked more.

Yan Zhun seemed to be very familiar with the team members. They all called him Big Bro, and would occasionally tease him during chats, which Yan Zhun just let them do.

"This must be my bro's legendary client, right?"

Suddenly being addressed, Pei Ran subconsciously sat up straight. "No, I'm not his client. We're schoolmates."

That team member nodded and pointed at Yan Zhun. "Aren't you the one who gave him that weird BUFF?"

Pei Ran said, "I am."

Another asked, "Aren't you the one he accompanied to wander through all the little houses in the wilderness?"

Pei Ran said, "I am."

"Aren't you the one who made him kill himself with his own grenade?"

Pei Ran: "...I am."

Someone suddenly stood up and extended a hand towards Pei Ran. "Boss, boss, let's shake on it... If I may be so bold to ask, how many hours of his did you buy? Is there any time left? I'll buy it back at five times the price, how about it, boss?"

Before the hand could reach Pei Ran, it was slapped away by Yan Zhun. "Get lost."

The person grinned. "Baby Ran, let's discuss the details on WeChat. I'll use Lin Xuhuan's WeChat to find you tonight."

"No way, I have to interact with my female fans tonight." Lin Xuhuan paused. "Of course, if you transfer me some rental fee..."

"Yeah, and I'll expose your alt Weibo account right now, let everyone see how the world champion chases female idols on his alt account every day."

"Fuck you... Then I'll expose that your phone wallpaper is a female streamer!"

The two bickered back and forth, and it eventually escalated to a one-on-one tile-matching game.

"Let's go! Get over here!" Lin Xuhuan said threateningly. "I'll crush you so hard, you won't even know what Constellation Pair-Up is!"

"Who's afraid of whom? Let's make it clear, best of five. The loser has to post an ugly selfie on Weibo!"

The training room was on the first floor, surrounded by transparent glass. It wasn't until they started their first intense match of the tile-matching game that Pei Ran remembered he had forgotten to ask Lin Xuhuan for his computer.

The other team members also slowly returned to their seats. The Coach stood up at this moment. "Yan Zhun, come upstairs with me. There's something to discuss."

The Coach had a serious expression; it was clear he wanted to discuss something private.

Yan Zhun said, "Can't we talk about it here?"

"No," the Coach said bluntly.

Just as Pei Ran was about to tell Yan Zhun not to worry about him, Yan Zhun got up from the sofa.

"Go to the training room and find Lin Xuhuan. Have him set up a PC for you to play on first." Since it was a convenient position, Yan Zhun naturally raised his hand and patted Pei Ran's head, then quickly moved it away. "Wait for me to come down."

When Pei Ran walked into the training room, the Constellation Pair-Up player Lin Xuhuan had just lost a round.

"Damn, again." Catching sight of Pei Ran out of the corner of his eye, Lin Xuhuan pulled a chair over next to himself. "Baby Ran, come, sit and watch me completely crush him."

Pei Ran sat down as told.

Lin Xuhuan wasn't as fast at clearing the tiles as his opponent, but his voice was quite loud. Pei Ran silently watched them play, and eventually couldn't help but raise a hand to rub his ear.

Yan Zhun's earlier action had been very casual. He had touched the outer part of his ear, and his fingertips had been warm.

The tile-matching showdown ended in the third round. Lin Xuhuan had lost three rounds in a row.

"So much for Constellation Pair-Up. Disgraceful." The Assaulter sneered. "Hurry up and post the ugly selfie."

Lin Xuhuan was furious, but he was a good sport. He picked up his phone. "I'll post it, I'll post it. Just wait for me to take one..."

He pressed the phone twice, but the screen didn't light up. It was out of battery.

"You're doing that on purpose, aren't you? The Coach will be down soon and it'll be time for scrims. I bet you're just trying to stall for time, waiting to post it late at night when everyone's asleep."

"Stalling my ass! I'm logged into WeChat and Weibo on my computer, just you wait." Lin Xuhuan shot him a glare, then said, "Baby Ran, use your phone to take a picture of me, then send it to my WeChat. My phone won't turn on for a while."

Pei Ran opened the camera function. Lin Xuhuan skillfully made a funny face. "Take a few more, so I can choose."

"Okay," Pei Ran said.

After taking the photos, Pei Ran handed the phone to Lin Xuhuan to choose. Just then, he heard a sound from behind him. Two people were coming down the stairs.

The Coach was still saying something to Yan Zhun, but it was too muffled to hear clearly. Pei Ran turned his head to look. Yan Zhun had his lips pressed lightly together, not speaking.

At that moment, Lin Xuhuan's hand moved too fast, and he accidentally swiped the phone screen one extra time.

It wasn't until they were near the lounge that Yan Zhun finally spoke, "Not considering it for now, maybe later..."

"Holy shit!!!"

Lin Xuhuan suddenly yelled, interrupting Yan Zhun.

Everyone subconsciously looked at him.

Lin Xuhuan blinked, excitedly took Pei Ran's phone, and turned the screen to face Pei Ran, shocked and delighted. "Baby Ran! You actually saved so many photos of me!!! Are you my fan? Why didn't you say so before? These photos are so old, even I can't find them anymore, yet you still have them... Have you liked me for a long time?!"

Yan Zhun, who had just walked into the training room, stopped in his tracks.