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

Half a minute before the evening training, Song Rongtan almost finished copying Fang Huai's manuscript of replay materials that was dyed purple.

Because of the excessive pursuit of speed, he wrote all the handwriting on the paper in a fluttering manner. The strokes are connected, and it looks a bit messy visually, but fortunately, it still maintains a certain shape, not to the point where it is unrecognizable.

"Have you ever practiced calligraphy?" Fang Huai asked.

Song Rongtan flexed his wrist and smiled: "My dad said that I have to stick to one of my grades and my handwriting."

Fang Huai nodded, noncommittal.

He thought of A Yuan's handwriting on Little Star, which was neat and stylish, and he had obviously practiced it before. When he chatted with A Yuan before, he could feel that the child was probably educated very strictly, so he might be from a scholarly family, but Song Rongtan took him a little by surprise, this prickly head really looked like it was raised in a free range.

Song Rongtan followed Fang Huai into the training room, feeling that he had the aura of pretending to be a tiger.

Fang Huai's replay is different from most coaches. He pursues efficiency more, and it is impossible for him to talk about taking the blame.Before the resumption of the evening training, he asked each team member to reflect on his own problems. At the resumption meeting, he would first finish his speech briefly, and then Fang Huai would play the video of the game at double speed, according to what he had organized before the evening training. Review the data, point out everyone's problems and solutions in turn, and finally decide on the training plan for next week.

When it was Song Rongtan's turn, he himself mentioned the risky behavior of using a big sniper to guard the house at the end.

"How sure were you at that time?" Fang Huai asked him.

Song Rongtan thought for a while, and reported a conservative statistic to Fang Huai: "Five percent. I've practiced this set before, but it's the first time I got it on the field."

Twelve seems to suddenly think of something, and said: "By the way, coach, you have explained the principle of this method to us during the international youth training! I will tell the captain when I come back."

Fang Huai wondered why Twelve emphasized this again, and just nodded: "He told me."

Song Rongtan kept smiling.

When Huai Huai taught him a few years ago, he said that one day this shot will explode on the field, and the Jedi counterattack is the most handsome.

But until Fang Huai retired, Song Rongtan didn't wait for the shot on the field.

During the interview, if he admitted that he had a sudden idea, there would be no risk of losing his horse now, but in the end he almost instinctively mentioned Fang Huai... Fortunately, he still has the relationship of Twelve, who can help him Round up the words.

"I was so stupid when I saw the captain holding a sniper today!" The little bald head said enthusiastically, "Captain, I didn't tell you that when I was in the international youth training, the top few in the battalion were under the guidance of coaches. You haven’t practiced well yet, and you can actually type it out just by describing it in words! Captain, you are too good!”

Fang Huai's slightly probing eyes fell on Song Rongtan.

Song Rongtan's smile froze for a moment, and he silently accepted this unrealistic compliment.

Can he say that he is also guided by the coach himself?Your international youth training is only one month, but he played behind Fang Huai for a whole year.

Unable to explain clearly, Song Rongtan could only change the topic.

In this game, RTG's problems basically focused on coordination proficiency. Although the game was very anxious, Fang Huai picked up fewer technical problems in the rematch than in the first game.

There is nothing more gratifying than progress.

"Next week's training plan will be entered into the monitoring system later." Fang Huai said, "Add double row training on the basis of this week."

Everyone nodded in response, and no one did not refute at all.After tasting the improvement brought about by Fang Huai's devil training, they gradually got used to this training method comparable to 996 and 007.

Who doesn't want to hold the top trophy in the profession?There is always a team of people who will win the cup every year, why can't it be him RTG.

What's more, they have Fang Huai, the four-time champion coach, as their strongest pillar. Today's RTG is full of confidence.

At the end of the replay, a few people casually chatted about their opponents in the next game.

"CRC... To be honest, they are probably not as strong as UPP right now." Da Zhong said, "In the second match against UPP, they lost 1:2."

"I've practiced more with the little bald head in the past few days. In the next game, the captain should just sit on the bench!" Brother Bibub said, holding the little bald head's shoulders nicely.

The little bald head clenched his fists: "Is CRC the coach's old team? If we don't win, the coach will be taken away by them!"

Sensing the eyes of the team members on him, Fang Huai said coldly without raising his head, "They don't deserve it."

Bibabu scratched his head, remembering that Fang Huai's contract with CRC was not a matter of peaceful termination, so he didn't dare to say anything.

Since Fang Huai came to RTG, although he hasn't had much communication with them outside of work, Bibabu thinks he can read people very accurately, and he still has doubts about the authenticity of those things uploaded on the Internet. He also communicated with other teammates in private Discussed these things.

Regardless of the truth of the matter, at least today they can be sure that the relationship between Fang Huai and CRC is definitely not good.

Subconsciously, Bibabu cast his eyes on Song Rongtan for help.

Song Rongtan leaned on the back of the chair and looked at Fang Huai who was drooping, and smiled lightly following his words: "OK, I will let CRC know in three days that they are not worthy."

After that, he turned his head to look at his teammates: "The coach issued a military order, you must have heard it."

Bibabu took the lead and nodded.

"Okay, let's continue training." Song Rongtan pushed the chair and slid back to his seat, but when he turned his back, the smile in his eyes disappeared completely.

The matter of Fang Huai has always been a thorn in his heart. After becoming a professional, he has all the money and connections, but he still didn't choose to ask someone to investigate those past events.

It was because he was afraid that Fang Huai would mind, and also because he wanted to wait until Fang Huai could tell him in person.

After thinking for a while, before Fang Huai's training monitoring system was turned on, Song Rongtan boarded A Yuan's trumpet, and saw the gray [Huai] in the friend list as expected.

He suddenly became dissatisfied with the status quo, and twirling with his fingertips, he found the number that he hadn't used for thousands of years.

There was no training match on the second day, and Fang Huai never showed up in the training room after the terrifying number of training tasks assigned in the morning, and the assistant coach helped to type in lunch and dinner.

The aunt who was cooking couldn't help asking: "That young coach of your team, what is this retreat practice?"

The assistant coach was helpless: "Busy with work."

Auntie shook her head: "Nowadays children... one or two, they all abused their own bodies. He didn't eat his lunch well. Auntie saw that the food you brought down didn't move much."

The assistant coach then sighed: "I can't persuade you, and I dare not persuade you."

"I'll go." Song Rongtan put the chopsticks aside, took the dinner that the assistant coach had prepared for Fang Huai, looked at it twice, and took some serving chopsticks and put some into his own bowl.

"You can't do that, Song Rongtan?" Bibabu said vaguely after enjoying his meal, "How do you snatch the spicy chicken nuggets from the coach?"

Song Rongtan didn't even raise his head, and carefully picked up the chili peppers: "The interest of bringing rice."

Da Zhong watched his movements, and suddenly asked: "Is the coach having a bad stomach?"

Song Rongtan looked up at him in some surprise, and hummed.

The big clock fell silent.He has always been the big brother in RTG, and some fans even exaggeratedly called him a male mother, which is enough to show that he is careful about his teammates, but he didn't notice anything about Fang Huai's body.

On the contrary, Song Rongtan, who always went his own way, became so sharp...

Touching his chin, there was a little interest in his eyes.

The assistant coach was stunned for a moment: "Coach Fang never told me..."

"It's no wonder he can talk." Song Rongtan snorted coldly with two extra chopsticks of boiled shepherd's purse in his hands, "He would only say 'it has nothing to do with you'."

Ah Mai poked him lightly, motioning him to turn around.

Fang Huai was standing at the stairs directly facing the restaurant with his arms folded, with a cold expression of "I'll see how you explain it", obviously hearing his words clearly.

Song Rongtan shook his hands, and the dishes almost fell on the table. He calmed down, closed the lid, and looked back not to be outdone.

"Did I say something wrong?" He was getting angry, and bravely stood in front of Fang Huai, "It's not training time, so you can still find a reason to punish me?"

Fang Huai looked at him with raised eyebrows, but said nothing.Although he was dubbed a "devil coach", it was all because he was absolutely strict and unreasonable in training.

And Song Rongtan had already discovered that Fang Huai was not very good at dealing with things other than training... it could only be said that he knew nothing about it.

Asking is the "nothing to do with you" kind.

Song Rongtan, who had the upper hand, held his head high, carrying Fang Huai's dinner in one hand, and his half-eaten bowls and chopsticks in the other, and ran upstairs in three steps at a time.

Fang Huai looked up.

The blond young man stood on the stairs, bent over to look at him, and smiled with joy as if he had succeeded in a prank: "Now it's my turn to exercise the authority of the captain, coach."

"Before the evening training, eat all the rice, and don't leave a grain of rice in all the dishes." He grinned, imitating what Fang Huai punished him for copying yesterday, eating every word.

"I, supervisor, supervisor, you."

Half a minute later, Fang Huai let out a soft snort under the eyes of everyone in RTG, turned around and went upstairs.

"Hurry up." He even urged, "Stop wasting time here."

The two entered the coach's office. Fang Huai gently closed the door and leaned against the door.

"What do you want to say?" he asked.

Song Rongtan turned her head and raised her eyebrows: "How do you know I have something to say?"

Fang Huai snorted lightly, but didn't answer.

Song Rongtan smiled: "Let's eat first, and talk while eating."

Fang Huai rarely felt hungry when he was busy, so he often couldn't eat on time. The vicious circle over the years made his stomach full of holes.

Song Rongtan and him are almost two extremes. The RTG team often say that no matter what they eat, they must take Song Rongtan. It is not because of the majesty of the captain, but because his food is really delicious.

To put it bluntly, take him to dinner.

Fang Huai had to admit that their actions did make sense.He smelled the light and less oily vegetable fragrance in the air, and he had a rare appetite.

He sat down and picked up his chopsticks: "Ask."

Song Rongtan: "Take two bites first."

Fang Huai narrowed his eyes: "Aren't you a little drifting?" He was willing to compromise twice, which was already for Song Rongtan's face, and continuing to push forward is definitely not within his tolerance.

Looking up and seeing Fang Huai's serious face again, Song Rongtan sighed from the bottom of his heart, and said, "Have you been studying CRC all day today?"

After a pause, Fang Huai nodded: "CRC has three strong foreign players, all of whom are well-known players in each division, and their strength on paper is no worse than that of RTG."

"So what?" Song Rongtan was puzzled, "This is a 4v4 match, not four 1v1 matches. CRC's coordination is poor..."

Fang Huai frowned: "Last year's RTG didn't cooperate at all, and it was still fourth in the summer split."

Song Rongtan: "Can it be the same? Can you find me in CRC?"

Fang Huai looked up at him, and suddenly realized that no matter how much Song Rongtan expressed concern for him, he was still the No. [-] thorn in the TETD league, and his mouth was never polite to anyone.

"Don't talk about me, just talk about the old CRC, when you were here." Song Rongtan suddenly changed the subject, "Tell me the truth, did CRC still cooperate in the season before retiring? Four."

"Coach, I don't ask why you are so obsessed with CRC, but like you said yesterday, does CRC deserve you to study so much?"

Song Rongtan's rapid-fire words blocked Fang Huai's rebuttals, and he could only frown slightly, feeling a little confused.

"...Eat." Seeing him stop his chopsticks, Song Rongtan pushed the lunch box towards him again, and said naturally, "So I said, how about I take care of the next game."

"What?" Fang Huai was slightly taken aback.

"Take it as training my ability to formulate tactics and command." Song Rongtan picked at the chili in his bowl with downcast eyes, and said casually, "There are only a few months left before the end of the spring season, and the annual salary of one million is invited. It’s better for the coach to play one less game, and I’m going to get started slowly now.”

He always remembered that Fang Huai only stayed in one team for half a season.

The expression in Fang Huai's eyes changed, and finally returned to his usual expressionless expression, and he said, "Yes."

Song Rongtan raised the corners of his mouth when he heard the words, but he didn't seem to be very happy at all, and quickly dropped it again.

Fang Huai saw it, and found it interesting in his heart, and rarely boasted: "You can be an excellent conductor."

"...Then I thank you?" Song Rongtan smiled indistinctly.

"No thanks." Fang Huai didn't say anything more, but slowly finished the dishes that were not heavy, oily or spicy. After eating a bowl of warm porridge, he rarely felt comfortable in his stomach.

In the evening training that day, Song Rongtan completed the training task ahead of schedule as usual. He was supposed to be happy with the live broadcast, but today he clicked on the game video uncharacteristically.

The phone suddenly vibrated twice, Song Rongtan looked down.

[GR Dumb: Good brothers, come to the double row to score! ]

[Ring: No queue, busy. ]

[GR Dumb: Shit, Bibabu said in the afternoon that you finished your coach's devil training ahead of schedule, what are you busy with. ]

[Ring: The dragon is busy protecting his princess. ]

[GR Dumb: ... What the hell? ? ]

[Ring retracts a message]

[Ring: The dragon is busy protecting his treasure. ]

[GR Dumb: You are finished brother. ]

[GR dumb: I'm live streaming :)]

[GR Dumb: The barrage has gone crazy. ]

[Ring: ...? ]

[Ring: I have to pay for the popularity, 1000 yuan, call me now. ]

Song Rongtan joked and didn't think much about it. He closed the chat box with his bad friend and continued to study CRC's latest breakthrough point... It turned out that CRC's situation this season was worse than last year.

Also, four members of a team come from four countries, so it's no wonder that they can cooperate and communicate efficiently.

He recalled Fang Huai's phone call in the background, pursed his lips and shook his head, concentrating on continuing to formulate tactics.

The team that Fang Huai wants to beat is probably CRC.

Song Rongtan would never let this victory happen to him in the slightest.

However, the law that the busier you are, the more accidents you have, can be passed down by word of mouth to this day, and there is always a reason for it.

That night, as soon as the manager made a phone call, Fang Huai's mobile phone was about to pack up and get off work.

"Something went wrong, Coach Fang!!" The manager was on a business trip, his tone anxious, "What happened to Xiao Song's hot search? I can't get through to his phone number!"

Fang Huai opened Weibo on the computer, and unskillfully found Song Rongtan's name in the top ten most searched places.

[#宋荣村或设计交拍交恩恩排联盟高级线#]

"...What is this?" Fang Huai frowned.

The manager was angry: "It's probably because the marketing account spread the rumors and posted another photo of Xiao Song. The popularity is soaring. He has been out of the circle like this before... By the way, Coach Fang, did you contact Xiao Song?"

Fang Huai glanced at the screen. After the training, although the monitoring system did not continue to capture the screen images of the training room, it continued to pay attention to the operation of each computer.

It was past twelve o'clock, and most of the RTG team members had gone back to their dormitories to rest, except for Song Rongtan's machine, which showed that it was running.

"He's training." Fang Huai said, "If you need to refute the rumors, I'll find his training video and rank records today."

The manager was obviously relieved: "That's good! Please tell Xiao Song, let him quickly post the evidence on Weibo. I'm planning to talk about sponsorship tomorrow... Nothing can happen at this juncture. Thanks for your hard work!"

After hanging up the phone, Fang Huai got up and went to the training room.Song Rongtan's seat was facing away from the door, and he was wearing earphones to watch CRC games, pausing from time to time to jot down something in his notebook.Fang Huai tapped the back of his chair with his fingers.

Song Rongtan turned around in shock, and when he saw Fang Huai, he subconsciously covered the notebook, paused, and spread the notebook back.

"You're on the trending list." Fang Huai's eyes stayed on his notebook for a moment, the fonts on it were still in a messy state, he looked back with a lack of interest, and said concisely, "I'll send you your training records later, Remember to post on Weibo to clarify."

Song Rongtan was stunned, opened Weibo and looked around, and said softly "tsk": "My question, I didn't take it seriously during the dumb live broadcast."

"Let me start a live broadcast to explain, and post a Weibo for this, and there is no silver in this place for 300 taels." Song Rongtan said.

Fang Huai didn't comment on his handling, and said casually, "How could you make such a combination of a dragon and...the princess."

It stands to reason that the dragon guards the treasure, and the princess is not the work of a prince or a knight.

Song Rongtan's hands froze suddenly. Fang Huai rarely said something that had nothing to do with work. He didn't want to be perfunctory, but he couldn't speak directly, so he could only blame the input method.

"Then your input method is quite strange." Fang Huai just asked casually, then nodded and left.

The door of the training room was closed by Fang Huai, and Song Rongtan listened for a few seconds with his ears pricked up. When the door of the coach's office was also closed, he relaxed and leaned back on the back of the chair, slapping his hand Putting her forehead together, the roots of her ears turned red instantly.

He was glad that Fang Huai didn't ask, but he also felt a little regretful that Fang Huai didn't seem to care much about his answer...

But what can he do?Can he say that the princess is you?

After calming down for a while, Song Rongtan watched the video of the game in his hands before starting the live broadcast without haste, as if he was not the one who was rumored to have touched the high-tension line.

[? ! !Let me see who I brushed]

[Dog! !You fucking have a girlfriend?Still fucking fighting? ! ]

"...Do you believe what the marketing account says?" Song Rongtan sneered.

[But this time I really have a nose and eyes!Even your first love is confirmed. ]

Song Rongtan was taken aback for a moment: "What kind of first love is real."

[There is a recording, my silly dog!It should be your celebration dinner last year?What a truth or dare.Otherwise, how do you think it will be on the hot search this time! ]

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Then the column pre-accepts everyone Kangkang - don't miss the sand sculpture cookies when you pass by.

"After reading the mind, I found that Lao Gong is a sand sculpture succubus" by Fang Cheng

Before Jiang Yushuang's accidental death, she always thought that her business marriage partner would slap him at home and flutter the colorful flags when she went out, so she probably hated this marriage very much.

When he woke up again, he was reborn to the day after his wedding two years ago. Sitting at the dinner table, he heard Xie Qianye who was expressionless saying: "Shuangshuang must have stayed up late to work recently, and the dark circles under her eyes have come out...but Shuangshuang has dark circles It’s also pretty, my wife is really pretty, hehe.”

Jiang Yushuang frowned: "What did you say?"

Xie Qianye didn't even look at him: "You can't talk about food."

Immediately afterwards, Xie Qianye's voice sounded: "At 2121:9 am on September 3, 6, my wife talked to me for the first time in the morning. My wife's voice is really nice."

As for Xie Qianye, he obviously didn't open his mouth.

After having mind reading, Jiang Yushuang gradually felt that the world was a bit magical.

He discovered that Xie Qianye cooked the three meals a day that the so-called nanny was in charge of.

And his show husband, Xie Qianye...has been in love with him for many years, claims to be a top succubus, and is a living charmer.

The so-called estrangement from him is all to reduce the influence of his blood and to obtain his most sincere love.

Jiang Yushuang: ...that's outrageous.

At the dinner party, he heard Xie Qianye who was surrounded by men and women shouting in his heart: "Go away! You disgusting peach blossoms. Me! No! Need! Want! I have a wife!"

Jiang Yushuang turned around and suppressed a smile.

Xie Qianye lowered his eyes, his voice hoarse: You left me 99 times... Shuangshuang, I gave you a chance, but you didn't cherish it.

Jiang Yushuang:?

That night, Xie Qianye used the subwoofer, and Jiang Yushuang said not to make noise, and was at work.

Wearing a half-covered bathrobe after taking a shower, Jiang Yushuang only had plans in her eyes.

Gritting her teeth and laying naked on the big bed, Jiang Yushuang...

Jiang Yushuang went to the company to work overtime.

All night, Xie Qianye sat on the bed biting his quilt and suspected Mo Sheng.

And Jiang Yushuang locked herself in the lounge, and only then loosened her clenched teeth, her breath was scorching hot, and the roots of her ears were red.

Damn...underestimated the succubus.

[small theater]

midnight file

Xie Qianye: Shuangbao, do you love me?

Jiang Yushuang trembled: Love...

Xie Qianye stopped his movements: No, what you love is my money, my face, my subwoofer inverted triangle and great technology... You are the only one who doesn't love me.

Jiang Yushuang:?

Strictly abide by the male virtue, the subwoofer is inverted, and the wife likes everything. The real succubus attack

You flirt and let you flirt, even a cold workaholic who wants to write a plan on the bed