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

Of course, the MVP of this game was given to Tianxiu's Song Rongtan. Before he had time to return to the backstage lounge, he was invited to the interview booth in advance.

In the RTG lounge, several people felt sorry for each other.

"Damn... the captain's hand made my scalp tingle." Bibabu touched his arm that was still covered with goosebumps just now.

Da Zhong sighed: "When did he practice? We don't even know about this trump card?"

The big screen in the lounge had switched to the interview booth, and the beautiful hostess was standing beside Song Rongtan with a blushing face.

"Laughing, look at Song Rongtan's expression hahaha!" Speaking of gossip, Bibabu's full of respect just now disappeared immediately.

Fang Huai looked over, but saw Song Rongtan had a polite business smile on his face, but his body was standing 800 meters away from the young lady.

He smiled lightly, a smile that was so fleeting that no one caught it.

When Song Rongtan picked up the AW|P of the big clock on the field, Fang Huai's hand holding the notebook was suddenly clenched, leaving a bunch of wrinkles on the paper. Smooth out that wrinkle in one stroke.

"Ring players, first of all congratulations on maintaining a 2-0 winning streak in the second game of the Spring Split! It's really not easy, you may not be able to hear it in the soundproof room. It feels like the voice should be heard clearly outside the stadium."

Song Rongtan nodded.

Host: "Then the first question, I think everyone wants to know very much. Is Ring player's AW|P guarding Tianxiu operation, is it a temporary research by yourself?"

"No." Song Rongtan chuckled, showing half of his canine teeth, "Teacher taught me."

Not only the host and the audience were stunned, but everyone in RTG in the backstage lounge was also stunned.

Bibabu looked like he wanted to ask but didn't dare to ask, he hesitated to ask: "Coach... make a small mistake...?"

Fang Huai said coldly, "I never taught it."

He sat on the sofa and was lost in thought. The interview on TV had come to an end, but Fang Huai didn't listen to a word.

The vibration of the mobile phone in his pocket interrupted his thoughts. It was an unfamiliar number, so he picked it up.

"Hello? Xiao Fang, it's me, Zhou Yuansheng."

Fang Huai's expression suddenly turned cold.

Bibabu turned his head for a glance, and was so frightened that he shut up on the spot.

Fang Huai could no longer notice the expressions of the team members around him. He clenched his hanging hands tightly and got up to go out with a cold face. It was very quiet near the lounge, but he still walked to a corner that was inaccessible.

On the phone, Zhou Yuansheng still greeted eagerly, but Fang Huai only found it harsh.

Zhou Yuansheng, his old club, the boss of the CRC team... was also the real culprit who sold the players and ruined the CRC.

Fang Huai interrupted him coldly, "How did you get my number?"

Before going abroad, Fang Huai canceled his original phone number, and this time he returned to China and applied for a new card.There are almost no phone numbers in his address book, and no matter how often he changes the card, it will not affect it.

Zhou Yuansheng still smiled: "I asked a friend to ask, Xiao Fang, I don't go around in circles anymore. I have been paying attention to your situation over the years. In the interview for today's competition, I heard... Ring's move is powerful, Did you teach it yourself?"

"Nothing to do with you."

"Xiao Fang, don't be so excited. Brother Zhou, I just want to ask you a question." On the other side of the phone, Zhou Yuansheng didn't seem to be angry at all because of Fang Huai's attitude, and he was still nice to speak.

"Two years have passed, you are in such a good state, you must still want to continue to play professionally? Brother Zhou understands you... You see, why don't you come back to CRC? Although CRC has undergone a lot of changes over the years, but you come back, Brother Zhou must tell them to listen to you. Now this sniper position is not good, CRC will always have your position..."

Hearing Zhou Yuansheng's endless chatter, Fang Huai lowered his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, but there was only a mocking coldness.

After he went abroad, he deliberately didn't learn about domestic affairs, and it was only after he decided to return to China to become an RTG coach that he learned about the domestic professional circle again.

His old club CRC was the world champion team four years ago, but it became increasingly chaotic after selling off its players. After Fang Huai also retired and left, CRC's performance dropped steadily. The boss Zhou Yuansheng kept poaching and selling people, but it didn't get better. He was kicked out of the season last season. Playoff ranks.

"Boss Zhou." Fang Huaihan said in a cold voice, his tone was light, as if he was stating something unimportant, "Are you about to go bankrupt?"

Zhou Yuansheng was poked at the sore spot, he paused eagerly, and he gasped with anger on the other end of the phone. Fang Huai waited for a moment, then snorted lightly, and was about to hang up the meaningless call.

"Fang Huai, don't be shameless." Zhou Yuansheng growled, the mask of hypocrisy was completely torn apart by himself, and the malice in his voice almost solidified.

"Don't forget who owns your contract. If you want to play professionally, you can only go back to CRC." After a pause, Zhou Yuansheng suppressed his fury again and calmed down, but his words were full of threats that could not be concealed. : "You're only 22 years old. It's still too late to come back. When the contract expires... Heh, you don't really think that you can still play games when you are 24 years old?"

Fang Huai exhaled lightly, and leaned back against the wall as if borrowing his strength, the shadow covered the gloomy expression on his face.

"Boss Zhou, I really want to send you out of the league with my own hands." Fang Huai suddenly chuckled, "But wouldn't commanding others to defeat you be easier than doing it myself?"

Before Zhou Yuansheng could say anything, Fang Huai hung up the phone and blocked the number. He walked out of the corner with a normal expression, but saw Song Rongtan standing behind the corner.

Fang Huai frowned: "When did you come?"

Song Rongtan thought for a while, then smiled: "When the coach said he wanted us to beat others... who did the coach want to beat?"

Fang Huai looked away: "It has nothing to do with you." He walked sideways around Song Rongtan to the lounge.

"Want to relax?" Song Rongtan called out to him from behind.

Fang Huai paused: "S City is stuck in traffic."

"Then ride a bicycle." Song Rongtan rushed to him in two steps, smiling, "I'll take you. I won't charge you too much, just the same price as the bus."

Fang Huai raised his head and saw Song Rongtan's smiling expression, but he was clearly not joking. He paused for a moment, and suddenly gave a faint smile: "If you are short of money, you can live broadcast for an extra hour after training. You can make a lot of money as a bicycle driver for an hour.”

Song Rongtan's expression was blank for a moment, and he quickly realized what Fang Huai was talking about. He stroked his hair, but he didn't know how to explain it.

"Coach, captain, are you all here?" The door of the RTG lounge was pushed open not far away, and the big clock came out, "We can go back."

Bibabu followed him and poked his head, and found that the atmosphere was quite relaxed, and the coach's face was not as scary as before, so he was relieved.

"What are you talking about?" he asked.

Song Rongtan straightened his expression, raised his chin, and it was that annoying thorn again: "He was talking about how to beat the world this year." After finishing speaking, he turned his head to look at Fang Huai.

"Including the teams the coach wants to beat." He added.

Novelty than Babu: "Who does the coach want to beat?"

Fang Huai turned his head and met Song Rongtan's gaze.

When talking about the game, Song Rongtan's eyes are always confident and eager, like a sharp knife tempered in publicity, the blade only points to the highest point, so it can break through everything.

Fang Huai suddenly felt a slight movement in his heart.

Song Rongtan and his personality are almost two extremes. Fang Huai himself is silent and indifferent, while Song Rongtan is flamboyant and extroverted. But Fang Huai always feels that sometimes he can see his former self through this person.

Such a firm desire for the only victory was also reflected in his pupils.

"Coach?" Song Rongtan looked at him with raised eyebrows, "Bibab asked who you want to beat."

"The whole world." Fang Huai closed his eyes and spoke lightly, but also with a smile.

Song Rongtan turned his head and patted Bibabu on the shoulder: "Did you hear that? Go back and train hard, RTG is going to beat teams from all over the world,"

Bibabu was excited, and immediately aroused the desire to win, he echoed loudly.

After returning to the base, Fang Huai went back to the office after eating a casual meal. Today's RTG game took a little longer, and he wanted to sort out the replay data before the evening training, so as not to waste time.Song Rongtan glanced at him, but said nothing.

Sitting at the table, Fang Huai pushed away the notebook and accidentally touched the pen on the ground. He bent down to pick it up, and the pendant that had been hidden in his clothes suddenly fell out along his collar.

It was a pendant like a small life storehouse, opaque silver, with only a few simple stripes on it.

When the work came to an end, Fang Huai put the pen away, reached out and pinched the two ends of the pendant with light force, and there was a crisp snapping sound, and the little star rolled down in response.

The pattern of the stars is gaudy, making it obvious at a glance that it is the kind of folded star paper sold at the gate of the middle school, but the size is one size smaller.

When Ah Yuan was in his third year of high school, he secretly folded it and sent it to him at school. Each pendant had some words written on it. After buying this pendant, Fang Huai put one in it every day and carried it with him. It has become a habit.

Fang Huai skillfully opened this one, the handwriting on it was sharp and beautiful, completely different from what Ah Yuan gave him. If you only read the words, it should make people think that this is a flamboyant young man.

Although the handwriting doesn't look like a child's, the content on the note is obviously something that only a child can say.

"I will defeat the whole world for you!!" At the end, there is a cute and vivid expression of a villain struggling to make a fist.

Fang Huai chuckled at first, then suddenly remembered something, squinted his eyes, and a somewhat outrageous thought came to his mind.

His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door, and Song Rongtan's voice sounded outside the door.

"Hi, the takeaway is here—"

Fang Huai felt it was strange, he hesitated for a while and got up to open the door. Song Rongtan held a small plate of various fruits and a glass of milk cereal in the other hand, and handed them to him together.

"Fruits after dinner..." Song Rongtan hadn't finished speaking when Bibabu's whimpering voice came from behind him.

"When did the fruits have cherries after dinner!" Bibabu looked closer and was shocked, "Damn! There are also dragon fruit and mulberries! Where did they come from!"

Song Rongtan held up the fruit plate in disgust: "If you want to eat, buy it yourself, this is the coach's treatment."

Bibabu was obviously taken aback, Song Rongtan waved him away, his eyes fell back on Fang Huai's half-smile face, and he touched his nose.

"Here, I see you didn't eat very well at night."

Fang Huai took the milk and said, "Is this to return my bag of rice cereal?"

Song Rongtan thought about it for a while: "No, I'll give it to you."

Fang Huai was puzzled.

"The one from before...continue to owe it first." Song Rongtan tilted his head, coughed a little uncomfortably, and then resumed his righteous tone, "You said before that I could borrow it from you."

Fang Huai looked at him for two seconds, then suddenly said, "I'll charge interest if you owe too long."

Song Rongtan paused for putting the fruit on him, but her tone remained relaxed before: "What do you want to ask?"

"Let me ask you a question." Fang Huai stood behind him holding warm milk in both hands, the steam was steaming, and the sweet fragrance diffused in the room, but Song Rongtan inexplicably felt a coolness behind him.

"Since when did I teach you to guard your house with AW|P?"

Fang Huai watched Song Rongtan's back through the mist of hot milk. The star paper he placed on the table was slightly moved by the wind, and Song Rongtan's eyes flicked across it without stopping for half a second.

"Twelve told me." Song Rongtan replied with a chuckle, "You mentioned the method to them in the international youth training, and Twelve told me later."

He turned around, only to see Fang Huai's gaze just averted.

Fang Huai lowered his eyes and said softly: "Understood, let's go."

Song Rongtan froze for a moment: "What's wrong, did I do something wrong...?"

"Very good." Fang Huai's voice was as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

Song Rongtan keenly sensed that something was wrong, but couldn't judge anything more, so he could only stand there until Fang Huai gave him the order to evict him.

"...Remember to drink cereal," he said.

Fang Huai hummed lightly.

The door of the office was carefully closed, Fang Huai sat back in the chair, took off his glasses, rubbed between his brows, and sighed silently.

Probably bewildered... How could Yuan and Ring be the same person.Fang Huai smiled, put the fruit and milk aside first, and picked up the replay materials that he had sorted out for a second confirmation.

Not long after, he caught a glimpse of the window next to the corridor from the corner of his eye, and he always felt that something was shaking, dark, like a figure.

Fang Huai raised his head abruptly——

On the window sill, there was Song Rongtan's head and half of his shoulders, but he couldn't retract in time.

"..."

The two looked at each other through the glass window for a while, and Fang Huai tapped his direction with the pen in his hand, signaling him to come in and be scolded.

Song Rongtan pushed the door open and came in, directly preemptively: "I knew you wouldn't eat well."

Fang Huai frowned, the script of the lecture he had planned was disrupted by Song Rongtan's unconventional words.

"It has nothing to do with you." Fang Huai directly resorted to his all-purpose cold-court sentence pattern.

Song Rongtan snorted: "I'm afraid our coach with a bad stomach will be paid to the hospital during the season."

Fang Huai was startled.

Seeing the doubt in his expression, Song Rongtan lifted his chin and spoke confidently.

"What? Only the coach is allowed to understand us, but we are not allowed to understand the coach?"

After a long silence, Fang Huai still didn't speak.It's true that he has a bad stomach, but he hasn't told anyone about it, and no one will care about him abroad, so it's definitely not something Song Rongtan found out through his research.

Fang Huai lowered his eyes and smiled slightly.

Song Rongtan was caught off guard by his sudden smile, clenched and loosened his hands hidden behind his back, and then took over his aura just now, dragged a stool and sat across from Fang Huai's desk.

"Eat!" He inserted a piece of dragon fruit and stuffed it into Fang Huai's mouth.

Fang Huai frowned: "Wait..."

Before he finished speaking, the slippery red heart dragon fruit slipped off the fork and fell into puree on the paper below.

Song Rongtan opened his mouth, and seeing Fang Huai's expression, he knew that he must have gotten into trouble, so he retracted his fork, and quickly took out two pieces of toilet paper to try to remedy it.

"This... what kind of paper is this?" He said.

Fang Huai didn't give him half a look, and sneered.

"Recover data."

Song Rongtan paused for cleaning the table.

"Ring, there are still 10 minutes before the evening training, you sit here and copy the manuscript for me. One minute late, add ten sets of basic pressure guns. All firearms, all!"

Fang Huai got up and was about to leave, but suddenly felt his sleeves being pulled, and turned his head with a straight face: "There is no room for discussion—"

"Take this..." Song Rongtan raised his eyes to look at him, and raised the cup of milk and oatmeal to his eyes.

"...If you have a bad stomach, drink it while it's hot."

Fang Huai paused for two seconds, then stretched out his hand to take it, the expression on his face was no longer tense, as if the ice had first melted in spring.

"Quick copy." He said, "I'm here to oversee the work."

The author has something to say:

The update adds Gouzi's sand sculpture behavior!

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After falling off the horse, Brother Huai's anger for beating the dog is accumulating

Gouzi, he is really out of his mind, so I will scold Brother Huai first!

I am afraid that some little angels will feel abused, so I will directly make a preview of the next episode.

#宋荣村或亲约战战恩护高电线 for first love#

Who is the first love, I know everything/doge