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In fact, it took several days for Wen Huancheng to realize that he was in love with a child who was four years younger than himself.

And this kid doesn't look very smart, and his EQ is often on par with Erha's IQ.

He turned off the mobile phone in his pocket, nodded to the Russian woman across the tea table, and said in English: "Sorry, my family's phone."

The woman raised her eyebrows and nodded at him with a smile.

Wen Huancheng sat cross-legged for a long time, and was a little anxious to get up. He supported the tea table with his hands halfway, and walked outside quickly.

"It's almost over." Wen Huancheng said.

Zhou Yanchuan said: "But you said it will take two hours at most. I have finished the training games now, and you still haven't sent me a message."

"Okay, okay, I miscalculated the time," Wen Huancheng said, "Is it okay for me to video with you later?"

Zhou Yanchuan quickly said, "Okay."

"..." Wen Huancheng was helpless, "Have you eaten yet?"

Zhou Yanchuan said: "Not yet, Jin Yuan has gone to pick up Qu Yi, and we will eat when they come back."

"Well, I'll call you before your evening training." Wen Huancheng said.

"It's a video." Zhou Yanchuan emphasized.

Wen Huancheng: "Video, it's video."

Zhou Yanchuan finally hung up the phone contentedly.

Wen Huancheng lowered his head and smiled for a while, put his phone in his pocket, and opened the door again: "Sorry, I've been waiting for a long time."

Everyone said they didn't mind, but the woman smiled: "You look very happy, the feeling that your whole body suddenly glows."

Wen Huancheng was amused by her exaggerated description, and admitted frankly: "My boyfriend."

It was almost dinner time, Lin Yu came to pick them up, Wen Huancheng whispered in her ear: "I'll call Zhou Yanchuan, you go to the hotel first, I'll be there later."

He locked the door of the tea room, exhaled wearily, and made a video call to Zhou Yanchuan, who answered in seconds.

"Is it over?" Zhou Yanchuan asked.

Zhou Yanchuan was sitting on the gaming chair in the room. He didn’t wear his team uniform today. He just wore a simple white T-shirt, which looked very refreshing and comfortable. It reminded Wen Huancheng of his green high school days, and he felt that he had cheated a little boy in hand.

"Well, I sat with them all afternoon, and my back hurts, and I always have to cross my legs." Wen Huancheng leaned against the wall.

Zhou Yanchuan stretched out his fingers to touch the screen.

Wen Huancheng smiled: "What's the use of touching the screen."

"I miss you." Zhou Yanchuan said.

They have only met three or four times since they confirmed their relationship that day. 2UTen was preparing for PCI, Zhou Yanchuan had no time to rest, and the three or four times they met were Wen Huancheng who went to the 2UTen base to deliver food and clothes to Zhou Yanchuan. Clothes, shoes.

And what Zhou Yanchuan said most on the phone every day is - I miss you.

"I just started calling today and said I missed you." Wen Huancheng unbuttoned three collar buttons, moved his neck, and said leisurely, "I'm going to hang up later, what should you do?"

Zhou Yanchuan stared at his sunken collarbone, and said infatuatedly, "You look good in this."

"Is this?" Wen Huancheng moved his mobile phone and showed him the Tang suit on his body, "Today I want to hold a joint exhibition with an art gallery in Russia, so I specially wore such a suit. Do you think it looks good? I think I am fine. I don't think it's suitable to wear this kind of clothes..."

Zhou Yanchuan said: "You look good in anything."

"God Chuan, can we talk about stopping this unilateral rainbow fart?" Wen Huancheng said with a smile.

Zhou Yanchuan moved closer: "Brother, can you undo another button?"

Wen Huancheng paused, lowered his head, and narrowed his eyes: "Zhou Yanchuan, did I not scold you these days, your skin is thick again."

"Okay." Zhou Yanchuan rubbed the corner of his eyes.

"..." Wen Huancheng knew that this person started to pretend to be pitiful again, and stretched out his hand to cover the screen, "Don't even think about it."

Zhou Yanchuan asked again: "I'm leaving for London next Wednesday."

"Has the time been set?" Wen Huancheng lowered his eyelashes, deliberately bent over to pour himself a cup of tea, Zhou Yanchuan followed the camera and saw that he opened his chest under the collar, and the corners of his mouth moved slightly.

"Well," Zhou Yanchuan asked, "are you coming to the game?"

Wen Huancheng took a sip of tea: "I can't go away recently, there are a lot of things, I will go when you compete next time."

The corner of Zhou Yanchuan's mouth dropped: "Can't you ask for a vacation?"

Wen Huancheng looked at him and comforted him, "I will accompany you during your offseason."

Zhou Yanchuan was like a deflated balloon, with his head downcast: "Then you video with me every night."

"Well, good." Wen Huancheng said.

"Then you have to message me back."

"okay."

"Then unbutton it."

"..." Wen Huancheng disliked him, reached out and unbuttoned his clothes, "What's so interesting about it?"

Zhou Yanchuan stared at him intently, looking down from the thin collarbone, greedily wanting to look to both sides, and asked in a dull voice, "Brother, when can I kiss you?"

Wen Huancheng licked his lips unconsciously: "Next time, let's meet..."

"The first time I kissed you, I got drunk and forgot, and the second time I kissed you lightly, before I even had time to feel it." Zhou Yanchuan said, "This time I want to kiss you to death."

"...Your words, I really want to die." Wen Huancheng re-buttoned, "I have to go eat."

Zhou Yanchuan waited for him.

Wen Huancheng got up, kissed the microphone, and Zhou Yanchuan kissed him before hanging up.

There was a helpless and sweet sigh in the tea room. Wen Huancheng smiled and thought to himself, thanks to Lin Yu, when he looked at Zhou Yanchuan's photo, he said: "This child looks quite introverted...do you two have nothing to say when you are together?" ?”

However, when Zhou Yanchuan meets Wen Huancheng, he will automatically become a clingy chatterbox.

----

Wen Huancheng sent a message to Zhou Yanchuan: [There is an art exhibition today, and it is stipulated that mobile phones are not allowed. I will send you a message when I get home at night. 】

He thought for a while, took a photo in the mirror, and after sending it over, he said: [What?]

There was a jet lag in London, and Zhou Yanchuan didn't reply immediately. Wen Huancheng put his phone in his pocket, checked his passport and ID card, and went out with his suitcase.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, when the plane landed, Zhou Yanchuan turned on his phone. Sure enough, Zhou Yanchuan's news had already occupied the screen.

【I got up】

【I started to play the training game】

[Today's training game is in a bad state]

【Are you home yet】

【returned home】

【Brother, it's time to go home】

【Brother, it's ten o'clock】

【Go home go home】

【Why don't you go home】

【Go home, I'm angry】

……

Wen Huancheng quickly replied to him: 【Now, wait for me for a while. 】

He contacted the car and rushed to the hotel.

As soon as he entered the room, Zhou Yanchuan's call came. Wen Huancheng drew all the heavy bed curtains to block the strong sunshine in London, and answered the video call.

"Where have you been?" Zhou Yanchuan was supposed to be standing in the corridor of the hotel to make a video call with him, "Aren't you at home?"

Wen Huancheng confirmed that his surroundings were not exposed, and took a breath: "I've lived here for a few days, and I still have some things to finish."

"How long do you want to stay?" Zhou Yanchuan immediately asked, "Can't you bring your mobile phone every day?"

Wen Huancheng said: "No, wait until I finish speaking, you can't use your mobile phone today, and you can start tomorrow."

"Oh," Zhou Yanchuan breathed a sigh of relief, "I've been worried about you for a long time."

Wen Huancheng hooked the corner of his mouth: "Okay, it's fine."

Zhou Yanchuan poked his head out behind him, and it was Manager Chi: "God Chuan, the training match has begun."

Wen Huancheng noticed that the screen suddenly went black. Zhou Yanchuan probably covered the phone, and he could only hear his hazy voice: "I'm coming."

After waiting for two seconds, Zhou Yanchuan reappeared on the screen and whispered, "I'm going back to training, I'll call you before going to bed."

Wen Huancheng couldn't hold back the smile on the corner of his mouth: "Yes."

Three days before the competition, 2UTen did not play well, and ranked seventh. Zhou Yanchuan did not pass this pressure on to Wen Huancheng. The phone calls before going to bed every day were still the same, but the time was shorter than before, and we still couldn’t talk. I accidentally fell asleep in 10 minutes.

Wen Huancheng looked at the darkness on the screen, and couldn't help feeling distressed.

He didn't tell Zhou Yanchuan that he came to London because he was worried. According to Zhou Yanchuan's mood of jumping non-stop when he saw him, it might really affect the game.

In the second game on the fourth day of the PCI competition, Team Pen and Sic put on the same color clothes, and imperceptibly beat 2UTen. Wen Huancheng was furious in his seat and swearing. He calmed down and called Zhou Yanchuan.

"Is it in the lounge?" he asked.

Zhou Yanchuan gave a low "hmm": "Don't worry."

Wen Huancheng felt that at this moment, he saw Zhou Yanchuan in the eyes of others.

Calm, composed, perfectly overlapped with "Chuan Shen".

"Come on." Wen Huancheng said.

Zhou Yanchuan said "hmm" again.

The last match was about to start, Wen Huancheng pursed his lips: "I'm in London, if you win the match, I'll kiss you."

Zhou Yanchuan froze in place, and after two seconds, he changed from "Cruel You Chuan Shen" back to that silly dog: "You came to see my game, didn't you?"

"Well, I came to watch your game." Wen Huancheng said, "Don't lose in front of your boyfriend, it's too embarrassing, I will laugh at you for a long, long time."

Zhou Yanchuan gave a heavy "um" and asked in a low voice: "I...if I win, can I touch you..."

There was a voice on the phone urging him to play, and Wen Huancheng quickly said, "Okay."

The last game begins.

In the early stage of 2UTen, Pen and Sic were ruthlessly eliminated. In the final round, the eighth team was sacrificed and Louis was eliminated again. Zhou Yanchuan and Jin Yuan fought to the end, and played 2V2 with the remaining two. They spread out their positions and opened up the battle line, successfully eating chicken!

2UTen jumps to the top of the leaderboard!Get the PCI Championship!

Zhou Yanchuan won, and fought to the end!

Wen Huancheng looked at him on the stage, his face was still expressionless, but only he knew that Zhou Yanchuan pinched his thumb and index finger together, indicating that he was impatient now.

Wen Huancheng walked to the backstage entrance, glanced at the cordon, and simply stood outside waiting for Zhou Yanchuan's call.

The call came within 5 minutes after the awards were presented.

"Where are you!"

"I'm here at the backstage entrance, you..." Wen Huancheng hadn't finished speaking, only the whistling wind was left on the phone.

He slightly bent his mouth.

Zhou Yanchuan ran towards him, pushed aside the cordon blocking the door, and threw himself on Wen Huancheng: "You are really here!"

Zhou Yanchuan was tall, and Wen Huancheng was so tightly pressed that he almost lost his waist, but he still smiled and said with difficulty: "Yes, I came to see you specially, congratulations on your victory!"

"Well, I won!" Zhou Yanchuan rubbed his ear against his ear, "It's good that you're here!"

Wen Huancheng patted him on the back with a smile: "I can't breathe, relax, relax..."

Zhou Yanchuan let go of him, but his arms were still around his waist, and he pulled towards him forcefully: "Brother, I want to kiss you."

Wen Huancheng raised his head and kissed him on the lips.

Congratulations, my boy.

----

Zhou Yanchuan went back to the lounge to get his clothes, put them on Wen Huancheng, ignored the messy interviews, and dragged Wen Huancheng away.

It's like running away.

When the two of them hugged and dragged back to the hotel where Wen Huancheng lived, the night was getting dark.

"Brother, you can say yes." Zhou Yanchuan said.

Wen Huancheng's Adam's apple rolled, and he acquiesced.

Zhou Yanchuan finally got permission.

It took only half a minute from standing to lying down, Wen Huancheng grabbed Zhou Yanchuan's hand in a panic: "What do you want to do?"

"Brother," Zhou Yanchuan propped his arms on his side, looking at him with scarlet eyes, "I think..."

Wen Huancheng trembled.

"OK?"

"Brother, are you okay?"

His tail sound fell gently, and the night in London has just begun.

----

Wen Huancheng moved his eyelids, and before he could open them, he felt sore. He rubbed his eyes and found that they were swollen.

He felt that the ceiling above his head was spinning, so he simply turned his head and saw Zhou Yanchuan propping his arms beside him, and smiled: "Brother, good afternoon."

Wen Huancheng was inexplicably scared when he saw him.

Soon, the memories of last night flooded into my mind messily.

Wen Huancheng's face turned red visibly.

He was still conscious in the first half of yesterday, but after Zhou Yanchuan started playing tricks, he could only cry and beg dimly.

"You..." Wen Huancheng couldn't make a sound, he coughed again, "You..."

No hoarse.

"Brother, your voice is broken." Zhou Yanchuan hugged him.

Wen Huancheng stared at him ferociously: "Are you a fucking human, Zhou Yanchuan!"

"But there was only one time yesterday..." Zhou Yanchuan was still aggrieved.

Wen Huancheng rolled his eyes, he didn't want to look at him, but just as he was about to turn sideways, the pain made him feel refreshed.

Zhou Yanchuan hurriedly rubbed near his coccyx: "It doesn't hurt when I touch it." He buried his head on his shoulder and rubbed it obediently, "I will perform better next time, really."

Wen Huancheng sighed helplessly.

Zhou Yanchuan smiled and hugged him: "From today on, you are mine."

Wen Huancheng was disdainful of the territorial consciousness of his puppy peeing.

But he still raised his sore arm and touched the back of his head gently, expressing encouragement.

Zhou Yanchuan's whole body was full of energy, and he hugged him again and wanted to push him over, but Wen Huancheng ruthlessly pushed his face away: "It's beautiful to think about."

"Okay..." Zhou Yanchuan thought for a while, and took the phone from the side, "I took a photo last night, brother, do you want to see it, it's so beautiful."

"???" Wen Huancheng snatched his phone, "What photo?!"

Zhou Yanchuan blinked innocently: "Just your photo, when you are not around, I can look at your photo..."

Wen Huancheng couldn't listen anymore, and slapped him on the face: "You are crazy!"

Zhou Yanchuan finished what he hadn't said: "...I miss you."

Wen Huancheng's hands froze, it turned out that he was thinking too much... He raised his hand and rubbed Zhou Yanchuan's face lightly, and unlocked the phone with the other hand. The next second, the hand that was still rubbing Zhou Yanchuan's face suddenly fell A slap in the face.

"Are you going to die!" Wen Huancheng didn't dare to look at another one after seeing one.

Although Wen Huancheng hit him twice without any strength, Zhou Yanchuan had already learned how to please Wen Huancheng with his experience.

He covered his face and whispered, "Brother...it looks so good."

"You fucking..." Wen Huancheng wished he could kick Zhou Yanchuan out of bed, seeing his appearance, he finally let himself go and threw the phone back to his chest, "Delete it, otherwise there will be no next time .”

Zhou Yanchuan has a strong ability to grasp key points: "Next time?"

"Otherwise, do you think it's a one-off?"

Zhou Yanchuan leaned over to him: "I'll delete it now, and next time, okay?"

"Get out..." Wen Huancheng couldn't lose his temper with him, and turned his neck away, not wanting to keep discussing with him about the next time, "The picture I saw last time is said to be your girlfriend's photo, it's from P ?"

In fact, Zhou Yanchuan almost forgot about it, Wen Huancheng searched for a long time to find out that picture and show it to him.

"It's not P's, this girl is from your school... I'm talking about the school badge, I want one..." Zhou Yanchuan said, "You rejected me at the time, and I want to put something related to you."

Hearing Zhou Yanchuan say it himself, Wen Huancheng's entire throat burned.Those few days should be the saddest period for him, but he never thought that their sadness was the same.

He leaned close to Zhou Yanchuan's chest, touched his soft blond hair as usual, and said a very clear sentence in his already hoarse voice - "Zhou Yanchuan, I love you."

Zhou Yanchuan paused in his neck, and quickly raised his head: "I heard it!"

"The reason for saying it is for you to hear." Wen Huancheng said.

Zhou Yanchuan hugged him tightly, and shouted jerkyly like his ignorant confession: "I love you, and I love you too!"

——The end of Chuancheng Fanwai.