The cold beauty coach likes to be good [e-sports]

The director switched the perspective to the data of the two people.

[Huai] 20 kills.

[Huai Ge Wo Di Superman] Killed 20.

[Good guy, this pair is two people who slaughtered half the round...]

[Why do my eyes hurt so much? ! ]

[…How should I put it, I am a little happy, but also a little sad. ]

[I understand what you mean.I'd love to see Ring and Square play on the same team too, eh. ]

On the court, Song Rongtan and Fang Huai stood at the two ends of the safety zone.

A distance of 60 meters is no longer within the reach of an assault rifle.

In other words, Song Rongtan needs to confront Fang Huai.

When training sniping before the world competition, Song Rongtan practiced like this with Fang Huai a lot, winning less and losing more.

Even so, Song Rongtan never said that he couldn't beat Fang Huai - the most important thing he lacked was the courage and confidence to fight.

He is willing to fight Fang Huai...but not now.

Song Rongtan hid behind the bunker, thinking secretly.

This kind of battle, when Brother Huai returns to the arena next year, there will be plenty of opportunities for a showdown.

Now is a rare all-star carnival, Entertainment Bureau!

Moreover, there are so many people in the audience, and even more people online are focusing on them.

Song Rongtan's eyes lit up.

He didn't sell the assault rifle with insufficient range on his body, but walked to the other side of the bunker, raised his gun and aimed at a rock not far away.

He, Fang Huai, and that stone can roughly form a triangle.It was a place where both of them could see without going out of cover.

Song Rongtan suddenly raised his hand and moved his fingers, so loud that Fang Huai couldn't help but look sideways at him.

He put his hand back on the mouse and focused on pressing the fire button.

While pressing the gun, he accurately punched a row of bullet holes in the stone.

Once the magazine was finished, he changed another magazine, and soon, an arc appeared on the stone.

Before the bullet holes on the stone dissipated, Song Rongtan typed in the chat box.

[All|Brother Huai, I drop Superman: Let's compare the gun? ]

[All | Huai: ...]

[Hahahahahahaha Coach Fang's use of the ellipsis is very essence. ]

[Laughing like crazy, I have already imagined Coach Fang's idiot-looking eyes 23333]

[Although, Gouzi's half of the thing can't be half a heart, it looks like it...]

[...Good guy, the cow is still your Song Rongtan cow! ]

Because of the entertainment nature of the carnival, the seats of the contestants were not equipped with soundproof rooms, and the soundproof effect of the earphones could not block the sound of the mountains and seas roaring from the stage.

Just as Fang Huai wanted to make an excuse that this was a competition, he burst into laughter because of the host's voice from outside.

"Our Ring God issued a love and coquettish begging technique to the coach—"

[All|Brother Huai, I drop Superman: QWQ? ]

The moment Fang Huai saw this expression, he closed his eyes.

Originally thought that Song Rongtan dared to speak like this because he was on the trumpet before, but he never thought that since his identity was exposed, he has become more arrogant day by day, and now he can even naturally, in tens of thousands...or even millions of lines In front of the audience, typed out this kind of kaomoji.

[All | Huai: The sniper rifle can't hit your effect, and the assault□□I can't reach it at this distance. ]

[All|Brother Huai, I drop Superman: Come out, I won't hit you! ]

[All|Huai: You come out. ]

In the next second, Song Rongtan really stood up, but he was about to crouch back just for a moment.

[Huai used AW|P to kill Huaige Wodi Superman]

Song Rongtan opened his eyes wide, took off the earphones on his head indiscriminately, and looked at Fang Huai condemningly.

Fang Huai's face was cold, and the movement of picking up the earphone with one hand was more leisurely than that of Song Rongtan.

"I didn't say I wouldn't hit you if you came out." Before Song Rongtan could speak, Fang Huai struck first.

Song Rongtan was dumb.

Zhao Zichu stood behind him, pointed at him and laughed.

"Are you worthy of the laugh?" Song Rongtan turned away with a cold face, "Didn't you get killed by Brother Huai? We're not the same."

Zhao Zichu: "?"

Song Rongtan thought of something, and added: "Oh, it's different, I'm much nobler than you, and I'm the last ghost he shot!"

Zhao Zichu: "...Let's go, my mother won't let me talk to idiots."

Fang Huai watched the two bickering like elementary school students with amused expression. Zhao Zichu left, but Song Rongtan didn't look like he had won the quarrel. He turned his head and looked at Fang Huai with a pitiful expression.

"Don't watch." Fang Huai said, "The lucky audience is going to step down."

Song Rongtan said: "Don't lucky viewers need to get in touch with me?"

Fang Huai narrowed his eyes dangerously, did not make a sound, but turned his back to the direction of the audience, and mouthed him.

[you dare? ]

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Fang Huai felt something was wrong.

In front of him, Song Rongtan's expression seemed to be that he had accepted a letter of challenge, and he suddenly raised the corners of his mouth and laughed.

Before Fang Huai could react, he was embraced by this young man with a flamboyant smile.

"Ohhhhh!!"

The duo's movements looked out of place among the other well-mannered players and fans, and immediately caught everyone's attention.

The host took a look and almost laughed so hard that he threw the microphone out.

"Hey, hello! That blond contestant! Our event prohibits fans from forcibly touching contestants, and contestants are not allowed to forcibly touch fans!" He laughed loudly.

Song Rongtan seemed not to hear, leaned into Fang Huai's ear, and said something with a light smile.

"Brother Huai, the feeling of the game... isn't it particularly good?"

Fang Huai froze for a second, then smiled lightly.

"It's definitely better to play against my team, believe it or not?" Song Rongtan said.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Fang Huai didn't dare to let him hold him for too long. He patted his back and the two separated.

He looked into Song Rongtan's shining eyes, and it seemed as if something was about to overflow from his chest.

"letter."

he said softly.

On the day RTG returned to China, it was Fang Huai's birthday. The boss of RTG, who hadn't seen the dragon, asked the manager if he wanted to hold a birthday party. It was a big show, but Fang Huai refused.

"But Coach Fang... are you going to start a live broadcast?" the manager asked suddenly.

Fang Huai was a little puzzled: "What am I doing live broadcasting?"

"Coach Fang, you really underestimated your popularity." The manager laughed, "Every day! There are at least ten fans squatting under our official blog, asking when the coach can also broadcast live."

"I thought it was my birthday, so let's do a one-hour short live broadcast?" He said, "Of course, if you have other arrangements, forget it."

"There is no arrangement..." Fang Huai just spoke, but was interrupted by Song Rongtan.

"He has arrangements." Song Rongtan said.

Fang Huai and the manager cast puzzled looks at him at the same time.

Song Rongtan smiled with his eyes bent, leaned close to Fang Huai, covered his mouth with his hand and whispered, "I'll take you to a place after going to the base for a while."

"Why, how do you whisper?" The manager pretended to frown, "Have you made an appointment with Coach Fang and you just cut in line...I came first."

Song Rongtan made a "cut", which made the manager very angry.

"What are you going to do?" the manager asked, "If it doesn't affect the live broadcast, just broadcast it for a while..."

"Influence." Song Rongtan said decisively.

"Evening! Head office at 10 o'clock in the evening?" the manager said, "I'll take your prime time in the afternoon and evening."

Song Rongtan thought for a moment, then shook his head: "It's even worse."

The manager was silent for a while and said: "I said, you are not going to kidnap and sell Coach Fang?"

It was clearly the center of the topic, but Fang Huai didn't know what to say, so he could only sit between the two of them and pretend that he didn't hear anything.

"Hey! Coach Fang, don't listen to him. This kid has a bad stomach, and nothing good will happen." The manager saw that he couldn't say it, and began to attack him personally.

Song Rongtan sat next to Fang Huai with her arms folded, her body squeezed in Fang Huai's direction, and her whole body was tightly attached to him, as if swearing sovereignty.

Fang Huai turned his head and asked him, "What are you going to do?"

"I can't tell you now." Song Rongtan said.

Fang Huai nodded to show that he understood, and turned to the manager and said, "Then let's live stream for an hour at 8 o'clock in the evening... chat with them."

"Brother Huai!!" It was Song Rongtan's turn to turn pale.

"Do you have live broadcast equipment over there?" Fang Huai asked, referring to the place Song Rongtan said he would take him to.

Song Rongtan paused for a moment, with a complicated expression: "...Yes, yes."

"Then it's settled." Fang Huai said lightly.

"Hey, that's right! Isn't this something everyone is happy with?" The manager smiled happily, and even became more pleasant to Song Rongtan.

After the manager stopped looking at them and went to do other things, Song Rongtan quietly moved to Fang Huai's side.

"Brother Huai...you will regret it."

Fang Huai glanced at him calmly.

"You better not do something to make me angry."

Song Rongtan smiled obediently: "How could it be?"

The pick-up bus stopped at the gate of the base, and Song Rongtan really did what he said, and only gave Fang Huai time to put his luggage, and then stood at his gate.

Song Rongtan didn't urge her, but her whole body exuded an air of impatience.

"Are you going out?" Bibabu asked, "Then when will the gifts we prepared for the coach be delivered?"

Song Rongtan thought for a while and said, "Why don't you...give it up now?"

Bibabu was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, his expression changed from thoughtful to unbelievable: "You, you won't come back at night..."

Song Rongtan didn't answer, but put his hands in his pockets and leaned against the wall as if nothing had happened.It was only then that Bibabu discovered that this guy had definitely dressed up carefully today.

"……Depend on."

He ran back into his room like a tornado, and brought out the gifts that several people had bought for Fang Huai. He had just closed the door when he happened to run into Fang Huai who also came out of the room.

"Happy birthday coach!" Bibabu immediately handed over the big box with both hands, and said loudly, "This is a gift from me, Brother Zhong, Xiaobald and Ah Mai!"

"Thank you." Fang Huai chuckled. He took the box, weighed it, and asked, "Is it a peripheral?"

"Damn, coach, you are amazing." Bibabu said in amazement, "Can you guess this?! It's Mufeng Electronics' new model, full set, super cool!!"

"It's that set." Fang Huai was slightly surprised, "You spent a lot of money, I like it very much."

"As long as the coach likes it!" Bibabu immediately seemed to have received a big compliment, "Then I'll go first! That...the coach captain has fun!"

After finishing speaking, he ran away in a hurry without waiting for Fang Huai's reply.

"What's going on with him?" Fang Huai asked.

Song Rongtan turned her head away and smiled: "Who knows...you must be envious."

Fang Huai smiled, and didn't ask further: "Let's go, take a taxi?"

"Let's go." Song Rongtan shook his head.

The RTG base is located in a high-end villa area, and the base is put together by the boss who bought two townhouses.

Fang Huai followed Song Rongtan out of the gate of the base, but found that he had no intention of leaving the villa area at all, but went deeper, and couldn't help but have an idea in his heart.

"...You didn't buy a house here, did you?" Fang Huai said.

"Brother Huai guessed it?" Song Rongtan said with a smile without any intention of hiding it.

Fang Huai glanced at him and smiled, "So today you asked me to help you see the house?"

"No." Song Rongtan said, "There are other things to show Brother Huai."

"Anyway, just follow me and you'll know."

The RTG base was in the first row of the entire villa area. The two turned twice along the path of the villa area and stood in front of a villa.

"I suddenly thought of something." Fang Huai said, "Did I get rich?"

He said joking words in a serious tone, Song Rongtan raised his hand and touched his nose, and smiled with his eyes bent: "It's been decorated." According to the style you must like.

Song Rongtan pushed open the door and took half a step back to let Fang Huai go in.

There are already two pairs of slippers in the entrance hall, the same style, but different colors - probably two pairs of men's couples that I match.

"Which pair is yours?" Fang Huai asked.

Song Rongtan poked his head from behind him: "Ah, they are all the same, they are all new and never worn."

Fang Huai was slightly surprised: "You haven't been here yet?"

Song Rongtan was silent for a while, then said, "It should be...it's rare."

Fang Huai was keenly aware of the hesitation in his tone, and asked, "Seldom do you mean?"

"Uh... once every six months?" Song Rongtan tentatively asked.

Fang Huai's expression was complicated for a moment: "This house... how many years have you left it unused?"

"Two years." Song Rongtan said sincerely, "This is actually my coming-of-age gift..."

"...Little Master." Fang Huai chuckled, suddenly he thought of something, and said, "You... since when did you think about decorating such a house?"

"Ah, did Brother Huai find out..." Song Rongtan paused, put on the pair of shoes he had picked out, and said, "Since...since I met you."

Fang Huai laughed.

He suddenly remembered that when he was still a professional player and Song Rongtan was just a netizen A Yuan whom he had never met, this kid would often ask him about his favorite decoration method for various reasons.

Including style, color tone, house type...all investigated clearly.

He asked what he was going to do, but the other party didn't tell him, only saying that he wanted to build a house in the game.

"This is what you said...building a house in a game?" Fang Huai didn't know whether he should laugh now, "What kind of game is this?"

Song Rongtan thought for a while, and said sincerely: "Earth Online."

"Pfft..." Fang Huai finally laughed out loud, "Why do you ask me about the decoration style of your own house?"

He knew that his question came out of a sense of knowingly asking, but he still couldn't help it.

Even though he had already got Song Rongtan's answer, he still wanted to hear those words from his mouth again and again.

"Because I want to live here with you." Song Rongtan said, "Because this house has had you since its conception."

"What if I stay abroad for the rest of my life and never come back?" Fang Huai asked.

Song Rongtan didn't hesitate: "Then it will be empty forever."

Fang Huai stared blankly at Song Rongtan, suddenly raised his hand to gently rub his soft hair, and sighed with a smile.

"...Stupid or not."

Song Rongtan lowered his eyes, curved the corner of his mouth, and obediently rubbed his head against his palm.

"Do you like it?" He asked Fang Huai.

"It's beautiful." Fang Huai said, "So this is your birthday present for me?"

Song Rongtan nodded emphatically, "Yes!"

Fang Huai patted his head twice, but withdrew his hand again: "I don't need this."

Song Rongtan froze in place, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured from head to toe.

Fang Huai saw that he looked as if he had suffered a great blow, and his chest felt a little tight, so he opened his mouth to explain.

"It's not that I don't like it, I just think it's too precious." He said, taking half a step forward, the distance was so close that he had to tilt his head slightly to see Song Rongtan's downcast eyes.

Song Rongtan said in a low voice, "Bubab's set of peripherals is not cheap."

"... Can peripherals compare with houses?" Fang Huai was helpless.

Song Rongtan turned her head away and didn't speak again.

"What's wrong... Are you sad?" Fang Huai asked after a long silence.

Song Rongtan sniffed.

Fang Huai couldn't laugh or cry, even though he knew that he was acting, he couldn't help but leaned over and hugged him.

"I didn't mean to refuse your gift..." he said, "It's just, don't you think the act of giving a house is... strange?"

"What's so strange?" Song Rongtan said in a low voice.

Fang Huai paused for a moment, then said uncomfortably, "It's very similar to... Bao|Nursing?"

"Ah." Song Rongtan answered almost subconsciously, "Then Brother Huai, can you hide me in this golden house?"

"... A kennel." Fang Huai said with a smile.

Song Rongtan was shocked: "Brother Huai, why do you only let me live in the kennel?!"

Fang Huai "pushed", buried his head into Song Rongtan's neck, and laughed muffled.

His breath fell on Song Rongtan's neck, which also made him laugh out loud.

"Happy?" Fang Huai asked.

Song Rongtan immediately changed his face, suppressed his smile, and said in a firm tone, "Unhappy."

Fang Huai raised his eyebrows and let go of his arm: "Then I'm leaving."

However, before he had time to back away, Song Rongtan reached out and hugged him back.

"Do you listen?" Fang Huai asked him.

"...I see." Song Rongtan could only say sullenly, "Fortunately, I have another gift."

He let go of his arms, took Fang Huai's wrist and went up to the second floor. He first visited the master bedroom and study room, and finally came to a room at the end.

"The second bedroom?" Fang Huai asked.

"There is no second bedroom." Song Rongtan said, "There are only two of us in the house, there is no need for a second bedroom... I will change it."

This was the first time Fang Huai heard the word "home" from his mouth.

He stood there in a daze for a while, until Song Rongtan pushed open the door of that room, and then he woke up.

It's like pushing open the door of a small exhibition hall, and there are all kinds of things in the showcases displayed inside.

Fang Huai tilted his head and saw the first showcase on the left. Inside was a picture of a baby with the first year written on it.

"This... what?" Fang Huai said, his voice a little dry.

Song Rongtan stood behind him: "It's my growth record cabinet."

He held Fang Huai's hand and walked through all the cabinets one by one. Fang Huai suddenly had a strange feeling, as if Song Rongtan had gradually become more complete in his eyes.

Song Rongtan had been telling him the story of each showcase in a soft voice. Fang Huai listened, and there seemed to be a child in front of him, who had grown up from a stumble to a straight and flamboyant boy.

They walked to the display case with the 15th year written on it. The first 14 display cases were all warm beige, but from the 15th onwards, they were painted soft and lovely pink.

"You...you started to like pink at that time?" Fang Huai chuckled.

Song Rongtan shook his head: "Look inside."

Fang Huai looked over carefully when he heard the words, but was taken aback.

[Today there is an exchange student activity between the school and No.16, and a good-looking senior came. ]

"...Are you in a relationship?" Fang Huai raised his eyebrows slightly.

He suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, and felt that Song Rongtan was too honest, why did he put all the things about first love in front of him and tell him.

Looking away, Fang Huai raised his foot and was about to go to the next showcase.

"Hey! I haven't finished reading this yet." Song Rongtan said.

"Don't want to see that."

Song Rongtan was stunned for a moment, and his intuition told him that something must have offended Brother Huai. He looked down at the display cabinet, and suddenly asked in his heart: "Brother Huai, are you jealous?"

Fang Huai didn't even look back at him, his tone became colder: "Are you very proud?"

Song Rongtan suddenly burst out laughing.

Before Fang Huai really turned against him, he tugged on his sleeve fawningly.

"Brother Huai, take a closer look."

There was a slight smile in his tone, Fang Huai realized that he might have misunderstood something, he turned back and took a closer look at showcase No. 15.

In addition to the first small diary he saw, there were other papers written on different dates.

[Senior came to give an inspirational speech... He spoke really well - someone else told me, I only cared about his people. ]

There are some cute little flowers and little hearts drawn with red pen on this paper.

[Ha ha!After two months, I finally got the chance to go to No. [-] High School for exchange! !senior—]

This piece of paper was probably written on the car. There are some bumps in the handwriting, and the thin paper was punctured, but it was carefully patched up with tape.

[... People from No. [-] High School said that he dropped out of school. ]

The crumpled paper seemed to be in the same mood as the owner.

……

[I see him! !In the Spring Split of TETD!It turns out that he went to play professionally... id name is Square, nice! ]

The handwriting on this piece of paper was flying and dancing, and joy almost jumped out of the paper.

[Today is my birthday, the seniors and their team won the game, and the seniors also won the MVP, a great birthday present! 16 years old - here I come! ! ]

The stub of the game ticket was pasted under this piece of paper, which was carefully sealed in plastic and kept for collection.

"Brother Huai?" Song Rongtan bent his eyes and lightly poked Fang Huai's waist.

Fang Huai ignored him.

Song Rongtan sensed something was wrong, and walked around in front of Fang Huai, only to find that he turned his head away, trying to cover the wet marks on his cheeks.

Song Rongtan panicked all at once.

"What, what's the matter, brother Huai... did I say something wrong... I..."

Fang Huai raised his hand to cover his face, but tears still flowed from between his fingers. He was crying but smiled lightly.

"You know what? I always thought I was a realistic person." Fang Huai said, his voice hoarse from the emotional immersion.

"But just now... I suddenly very, very hoped that you could really stand in front of me and tell me these words."

Song Rongtan had a sore nose: "I'm sorry..."

The next second, Fang Huai suddenly opened his arms and wrapped them around his neck.

"What are you talking about sorry..." he said, "You've done a good job."

Song Rongtan subconsciously hugged Fang Huai's waist, and Fang Huai's tear-soaked voice came from his neck, almost sighing, like the first words of a drowning person after waking up leisurely.

"Song Rongtan...Thank you for not giving up on me."