Although why Qiu Yi suddenly became a little cold and didn't understand it in the end, Bian Nan didn't care much about it, so he just thought Qiu Yi was sick.

Anyway, they have returned to their previous state, sitting in the sunshine chatting, without any inexplicable embarrassment, that's all.

He has never been very good at pursuing this kind of thing. He has developed a habit from childhood to adulthood. If he keeps chasing why you treat me like this, the final result will usually cause him to suffer.

"It's holiday now, you're not as busy as usual, right?" Bian Nan looked at Qiu Yan, who was running back and forth while slapping the ball on the sidelines.

"It's almost the same," Qiu Yi smiled. "There's a lot of time during the summer vacation, so it's just right to find another thing to do."

"Hey," Bian Nan couldn't help but sigh, "Can you just take a break?"

"You feel tired in training every day, but you can handle it. Let you take a summer vacation and start training. How do you feel?" Qiu Yi asked him.

"I want to die." Bian Nan said.

"The same is true here." Qiu Yi laughed.

"...You just keep tense yourself until you break it," Bian Nan tsk, "You are quite awesome, and you still have the skills to take care of your shipping troubles."

"Don't worry," Qiu Yi leaned on the chair and raised his head, "Whoever is happy to take care of him in the future, I will have to have an internship next semester."

"Then the demons are dancing for a while again," Bian Nan waved and called Qiu Yan over, "I'll find a little brother to teach you how to serve?"

"Okay!" Qiu Yan nodded vigorously with the pat.

"You coach is so relaxed." Qiu Yi said with a smile.

Bian Nan got up and walked to the coach next to him and said a few words. The coach called a little boy and looked at him as he was eleven or twelve years old.

The little boy took Qiu Yan to the field and began to explain the serving posture and key points to him.

Qiu Yan stared at his movements with wide eyes, very serious.

"Biannan," the coach patted Biannan on the shoulder, "Go and help me feed the ball to the children over there, and those practices to fight back."

"Hey?" Bian Nan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly looked reluctant, "I'll take a break for the next two days, don't let me touch the ball, my friend is still there."

"Who told you to come here after holiday?" The coach pushed him.

Bian Nan had to drag a basket of balls over, looked back at Qiu Yi, and was having fun at him.

He was not tired of feeding the ball, so he played the role of a serving machine. Bian Nan took the ball and hit it one by one, and the child on the opposite side practiced his fight back.

"Don't take the lead!" the coach shouted.

"...Oh." Bian Nan responded lazily and continued to pick up the ball and hit it.

Qiu Yi looked at him, took a chocolate and put it in his mouth.

Bian Nan's movements were very lazy, and he looked like he was about to fall asleep in the next second, but his technical movements were still very standard, and the ball landing points in the past were also changing.

After feeding the ball half-dead for half an hour, Bian Nan returned to the chair on the sidelines and sat down.

"It looks like I was beaten up in the morning." Qiu Yi gave an evaluation.

"Damn, I know, I don't want to sweat," Bian Nan tsk a few times, and then shouted at Qiu Yan, who was burying his head to serve, "Seibao! Take a break!"

"No!" Qiu Yan shook his head straightforwardly.

"I'll go play with Erbao for a while." Bian Nan stood up again.

Qiu Yan is very smart, with good imitation and physical coordination skills. He can play the ball well in a very short time, but occasionally hit the empty ball.

Bian Nan corrected his hand and touched his sweat.

"Baby, I put a towel in your ball bag and wipe my sweat."

"Oh." Qiu Yan ran to the next side of the ball bag, took out a towel from the bag, rubbed it around his face and neck a few times, and then covered the towel on his head like Bian Nan, took out the bottle and drank two sips of water.

Qiu Yan was very energetic. At about noon, Qiu Yi was so unbearable that he was shining in the sun, so he went straight to the venue and picked him out.

"Look, you're all tanned." Bian Nan touched his face.

"I'm not afraid of the darkness." Qiu Yan looked reluctant.

"Then look at your brother," Bian Nan had no choice but to point at Qiu Yi again, "He is all tanned."

"My brother can't tan. My dad said that when he was a child, he lay a mat in the yard and hanged it on it for two days but it didn't tan..." Qiu Yan said.

"Oh," Qiu Yi was a little helpless. He lifted Qiu Yan's clothes and wiped his sweat with a towel. He packed the things into the bag. "Then look at Dahuzi, if he tans it, he will only have teeth left."

Qiu Yan turned his face and stared at Bian Nan.

"Don't you fart," Bian Nan laughed, "I am the healthy and sunny wheat color, which is far from the only teeth left!"

"Cooperate." Qiu Yi said.

"Oh, Erbao, you recognize my teeth first," Bian Nan bared his teeth at Qiu Yan, "If you can't see my face clearly in the future, look at teeth."

Qiu Yan was stunned and laughed loudly.

Qiu Yi doesn’t have time to send Qiu Yan to practice football every day. He took up tutoring from two junior high school students, and arranged the next morning and afternoon.

When you can't send Qiu Yan, Bian Nan would take a taxi to pick him up, take Qiu Yan to the venue every day, and occasionally help the coach to take him.

My father took the whole family out for vacation on the beach. Before leaving, he made a final effort and wanted Biannan to go together, but Biannan still refused.

The only home of Bian Nan breathed a sigh of relief and gave the nanny a vacation to the family. When he accompanied Qiu Yan to practice football, he finally stopped feeling tormented when he came home.

"Big Huzi," Qiu Yan took the initiative to go to the sidelines to rest during practice today, sitting beside him wiping his sweat, "What can I buy for 30 yuan?"

"Hmm?" Bian Nan was playing with his cell phone. After hearing this, he turned his head, "What are you going to buy?"

"I don't know," Qiu Yan lowered his head and shook his legs, "I have 30 yuan."

"Who are you buying things for?" Bian Nan asked.

"Give it to my brother," Qiu Yan said with a hint of embarrassment, "He has his birthday tomorrow. I want to give him a gift, but I have never bought a gift."

"Your brother's birthday? Tomorrow?" Bian Nan was stunned.

"Well, can you accompany me to buy gifts? I don't know what to buy, what can I buy for 30 yuan?" Qiu Yan was a little confused, "Buy snacks?"

"You should buy snacks for yourself," Bian Nan laughed, "I will accompany you to the mall after practicing the ball at that time."

Bian Nan is a veteran in buying gifts. The gifts he bought for the little girl before were not renovated.

He bought a lot of gifts to boys, but if it was a gift he gave to Qiu Yi, he could think of it any way he could do it. However, the maximum gift for Qiu Yan was 30 yuan, so he had to think about it.

After taking Qiu Yan around the mall for a while, they went to the small commodity street, which was a lot of cheap but interesting little things.

Qiu Yan held his 30 yuan and stared at all kinds of gadgets, but he never picked out what he wanted to buy. This one was good and that one was quite fun. Bian Nan felt that the child's difficulty in choosing was already in the late stage.

In the end, he decided to pick a reading lamp that could be clipped to the head of the bed.

The lamp design is very simple, with a metal hose that can adjust the angle and a small slender lamp tube on the clip.

Bian Nan took out all the skills of bargaining for more than ten years, but he basically didn't bargain for buying things, so he added about 20% of his skills. Finally, the boss waved his hand and bought a white light type for 30 yuan.

Bian Nan originally wanted to buy one that could adjust white and warm light for 20 yuan, but he gave up after much consideration. After all, this was a gift from Erbao to his brother.

"Will brother like it?" Qiu Yan followed Bian Nan with the box in his arms, "This lamp is like a water pipe."

"...Why is it like a water pipe!" Bian Nan wanted to laugh.

"Like the tube on top of my spray head." Qiu Yan looked at the picture on the box.

"This is called simplicity! What do you know!" Bian Nan tweeted, it was actually quite similar, "If you choose, you can't make your brother's birthday next year."

"But this can be twisted around, it's pretty good," Qiu Yan studied it for a while, "It's fun."

When I was sending Qiu Yan home, Qiu Yi went out to make up for classes. Bian Nan helped Qiu Yan hide the lamp in the cabinet.

"Take it out tomorrow, do you know?" Bian Nan closed the cabinet door, "This is called surprise."

"Yes." Qiu Yan nodded.

"What I want to come tomorrow afternoon must be kept secret," said Bian Nan. "I bring the cake over. You love chestnut cake, right?"

"Yes." Qiu Yan replied shinyly.

"Then I'll order a chestnut, don't let your brother know." Bian Nan emphasized again.

"I know!" Qiu Yan patted his shoulder.

Bian Nan doesn’t care much about his birthday. Anyway, Aunt Lin celebrates it once every year at home, and he takes his classmates out to celebrate it again.

But he likes to celebrate his birthday, pick gifts and surprises for others. He finds it very interesting every time, especially if he is someone like Qiu Yi who never has a birthday and cooks a bowl of noodles and finishes his birthday, that would be even more interesting.

The feeling of watching the other person be happy because of him will make him feel that he still needs someone.

After leaving Qiu Yi's house, Bian Nan ran to the mall and prepared to buy a gift for Qiu Yi.

However, after walking twice, he sat down on a chair in the mall's rest area, and he didn't know what to buy for Qiu Yi!

In his heart, Qiu Yi cannot buy gifts casually, and he has to give something that matches his relationship with Wan Fei. He has bought PSP for Wan Fei and bought a game controller. Wan Fei loves to play games.

But what about Qiu Yi? This person is working in class.

Bian Nan didn't even know what interests and hobbies he had. Qiu Yi would fight if he took time, but this could not be considered a hobby. He could not give him a set of fighting tools. Besides, Qiu Yi had already expressed that he would quit the fight industry.

Love reading? What books do you love reading? I don’t know, because Bian Nan always felt that he had allergies in his writing, and felt uncomfortable after reading the words, so he never looked at what books the cabinet in Qiu Yi’s bookcase was.

The Encyclopedia? Twenty-Four Histories?
To be continued...