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

Song Rongtan only read the title of that outrageously trending post, and then clicked on it again under the urging of the barrage, and the most popular marketing account brought a video.

Various photos of Song Rongtan were displayed on the ppt on the screen. His bluffing looks made many passers-by think he was some little star or idol.

And the audio...

"Truth or Dare! Choose Song Rongtan!" It was Bibabu's voice, with a slightly tongue-in-cheek voice.

Immediately afterwards, Song Rongtan heard his vaguely drunken reply: "Let's be honest, those big adventures of yours are meaningless."

[As expected of you, the big thorn, it’s the first time I’ve seen someone say that big adventures are boring hhhh]

[Tell you to choose the truth!Overturned you!Mad.Those who record secretly are not allowed to house! ]

[Isn't it you? !Don't you even know you've been recorded... Take care, silly dog! ! ]

There was a sound of shuffling the cards, and Bibabu drew a penalty card and read: "Do you have... your first love?"

"...Yes." Song Rongtan's voice was muffled.

There was a blast on the field, and they booed him to talk about his emotional experience.

Song Rongtan snorted: "I have no emotional experience."

Da Zhong: "Not together...?"

"No." Song Rongtan said a little confusedly, "He ran away with foreigners."

[...Damn it, no matter how many times I listen to it, my pupils will quake. ]

[To be honest, don’t you guys think that a drunk and wronged dog is very rua...]

[? ?People can't at least not treat thorns... well, I admit that I have a little bit of affection. ]

Song Rongtan's face turned green when he saw the barrage, and he directly cut off the audio transmission, so that tens of thousands of people in the live broadcast room could only stare blankly at his photo in the video.

And the content of the recording continued to come from his own earphones.

Everyone in RTG comforted her, and Song Rongtan suddenly slapped the table and raised her voice: "He...he thought he had gone abroad to live a happy life of a prince and princess... Bah! Those people are not a good guy."

"One day I will beat all those foreigners to the ground... I will be the dragon who will steal the princess!"

"East, Eastern dragon!" Bibabu was probably drunk, and he raised his arms and shouted.

There was a rustle from the recording, and it seemed that the recording was about to be terminated, but Song Rongtan still vaguely heard a small sentence, which was drowned in the noisy singing, making it difficult to distinguish the content.

But he knew it himself. At that time, he buried his head in his arms through drunkenness, and muttered:

"Brother Huai...I miss you so much."

On the way back, Da Zhong asked him why his sleeve was wet.

"It's okay." He tilted his head, "Accidentally spilled the wine."

[After the video is over, Gouzi is in a daze, admiring his beauty. ]

Song Rongtan closed the webpage, and finally understood why so many troubles were caused by one of his specious words. It turned out that it was an inner ghost who had confessed to the previous situation.

He turned on the audio switch again, sorted out his emotions, with a half-smile:

"I'm wondering how the boss will deal with this person who secretly recorded and sold it to a marketing account."

"As for what I said during the dumb live broadcast in the afternoon...the input method is automatically associated, and it doesn't mean to go to the real person to PK."

"Well, I'm training in the afternoon, and also in the evening. Whether I have a girlfriend or not is none of your business? Although it's true that I don't have a girlfriend..."

His words were interrupted by the two vibrations of the mobile phone. Song Rongtan looked down and saw the word "Brother Huai" on the note. Lala fell clean.

"I'll send you a message."

[expression? ?Isn't this a girlfriend? ]

[Such a simple dog dad is really worried about being cheated/doge]

[If you have the ability to reply to the news, if you have the ability, let the brothers see it too! ]

Fang Huai sent him the training records for the afternoon and evening, and Song Rongtan forwarded it to the team PR.

[PR: Captain, that... the manager said he would do his own thing. /cry]

[Ring:...]

In order to support Song Rongtan's thorny head, the manager and the public relations department did not lose their hair. When he first entered the professional league, Song Rongtan's ability to deal with things was several times what it is now. He doesn't care about fines, and he enjoys extra training. Among them, the manager was so angry that he called him hob meat.

After Fang Huai arrived in the new season, I don't know whether it was because of the increased training intensity or other reasons.

[PR: We will resolve the matter of the recording, and we are also investigating the source, but the manager said that the captain should do it yourself to refute the rumor...]

[PR: "Long memory"... that's probably what it means/fingers]

Song Rongtan has a big head.He opened the chat box with Fang Huai, his lips tensed into a line, and he was in a bad mood visible to the naked eye. He typed out "Brother Huai" in his hand, and finally silently pressed delete.

[Ring: Coach, you are so proficient at exporting these things.Did you also work as a PR in other teams before? ]

[Ring: No other meaning, I just ask casually. ]

[Square: ...never did.Language barrier. ]

[Square: Alright, let's rest early after finishing. ]

Song Rongtan raised the corners of her mouth, and a chuckle spread along the microphone to the live broadcast room.

[Damn it, I'm so anxious!What laughing! ! ]

[It's broken up, RTG captain is addicted to love, RTG pills. ]

[Leziren, is it because RTG's zero-block winning streak can't stop your mouth? ]

[Pure passers-by, RTG fans even accept Fang Huai's stuff, it's really not a big deal for the most face-to-face earner in the team to find a girlfriend who finds a girlfriend]

[No way, no way, no one really thinks Gouzi has a girlfriend fan, right? ]

[Yes, there is, but at most it’s like "God Ring is so handsome in the first second" and "Can you fucking do some human affairs" in the next second, die laughing]

While chatting with Fang Huai, Song Rongtan raised his eyes and glanced at the barrage, immediately changed his face and snorted coldly, in exchange for a barrage of curses from the barrage.

[Ring: I'm not in a hurry, it's still early, I just discovered a feasible idea, I'll start custom research for a while before going to bed. ]

[Square: Alright, tomorrow afternoon I have an appointment with XXL for a training match. ]

[Ring: ok. ]

Song Rongtan held back his hand that wanted to post an emoji, and only replied a cold and reserved OK.

Ring player--a cool guy with a thorny head, the character design must not collapse.

He stretched his shoulders and neck, and clicked on the custom game: "Come on, let's live broadcast, it's all open. No ranking today, let's take everyone shopping on the map."

In the coach's office, Fang Huai did not reply to Song Rongtan again. He found Coach XXL in the address book and sent a message.

XXL coach Fang Jianming, the captain of CRC when it dominated the world and won the championship. After winning the championship, he retired and went to K country to become a coach. He is Fang Huai's only senior and friend in the circle.When he went abroad to coach GG, he was also a matchmaker. Fang Huai's WeChat notes to him have always been the word "Fang Team" with great respect.

[Fang Team: Make an appointment for a training match, we just happen to be fine tomorrow. ]

[Square: Thank you Captain. ]

[Fang team: Little things.How are you at home?I heard that there is a thorn in RTG who uses you as a target for every interview, is it okay? ]

Sting?Song Rongtan?Fang Huai laughed.

[Square: Ring is not as unruly as the rumors say, and he also fully cooperates in training. He is a very good player. ]

[Square: As the captain is also very competent. ]

[Fang team: Such a high evaluation?It seems that this kid is not simple.How are you doing with them? ]

Fang Huai stared at the line in a daze.

When he was abroad, he seldom communicated with his team members about matters other than training. During leisure time, the team members were always respectful and insensitive to him. The contract was signed, but it was just a relationship of paying money and working.Before coming to RTG, Fang Huai thought the situation would be worse, considering that he was covered in black materials in China.

He got used to the solitary style, but on the second day when he came to RTG, he was given an ultimatum by the captain to "have breakfast together"... Life was disrupted inadvertently.

Fang Huai suddenly thought of Song Rongtan's thorny posture supervising his meal in the evening, and smiled lightly.

[Square: All good. ]

[Fang team: That's good. ]

[Fang Team: If it suits you, this team can stay for two more years. ]

[Square: Check it out. ]

[Team Fang: CRC... I think their grades are getting worse and worse. Zhou Yuansheng must still be staring at your contract. Be careful yourself. ]

After thinking about it for a while, Fang Huai still didn't say that Zhou Yuansheng had contacted him, but just replied hello. Fang Jianming said that he couldn't survive the night with his old bones, and then told him a few more words, and then went to sleep.

The phone screen went black again, and Fang Huai sat in the chair for a rare moment of stupefaction. He could occasionally hear Song Rongtan's live broadcast from next door, laughing and cursing. The live broadcast room must be full of excitement.

He suddenly wanted to play games with people.

Fang Huai straightened up and opened the game client on the desktop, but when he was logging in and loading, he remembered what A Yuan told him last time, that he was underage.

The hour hand of the wall clock on the wall has already pointed to the position of 1. At this point, a certain underage child has probably had a good dream.

Fang Huai shook his head helplessly and rubbed his eyebrows.

After the game was loaded, the main interface spread out on the screen. Fang Huai lost interest and was about to exit the game directly, but saw a small red dot popping up in the friend message bar in the lower right corner.

[Brother Huai, I drop Superman: Brother Huai, do you use penguins?Do you want to add my Q! ]

[Brother Huai, I drop Superman: I can only play for three hours a week...but I can usually chat with you! ]

[Brother Huai I drop Superman: If you need it _(:3/_)_]

The facial expression at the end was so cute that Fang Huai almost laughed out loud. He took out his mobile phone and logged into the Penguin account that he hadn't used for a long time, searching for the number left by Ah Yuan.

The nickname is [Authentic Song Ayuan], and the profile picture is a golden retriever.

Fang Huai's hands froze, and suddenly he clearly felt the generation gap between Ah Yuan as a minor and himself.In his opinion, this nickname is more like the name that elementary school students would use social software for the first time.

The friend request went through almost instantly.

[Authentic Song Ayuan: Brother Huai! ! ! ]

[Genuine Song Ayuan: Gougou compares heart.jpg, Gougou hugs.jpg]

The child came up with a string of eager emoticons, as if the feelings that were bound in the game burst out in an instant, Fang Huai laughed, and found a picture of a small animal touching its head in the emoticon automatically associated with the penguin, and replied past.

[Square: Your name...]

[Genuine Song Ayuan: Oh...my dog ​​is my avatar. It has the same name as me and is called Ayuan. I am the genuine one, but it is a pirated one _(:3/_)_]

[Square: How can dogs and people have the same name. ]

The dialog box showed that the other party was typing. Fang Huai looked at his tone, and suddenly noticed that it was a little stiff, so he followed Ah Yuan's example and sent another emoji.

The input on the opposite side disappeared for half a minute before reappearing. There was the sound of something falling to the ground from the training room next door, and the bargaining between Song Rongtan and the barrage.

"What's the hurry? I'm busy and wait a minute. The scenery of TETD is so beautiful, why don't you look at it for a while."

Fang Huai turned off the computer and leaned on the back of the chair, his body was rarely relaxed, and it was the first time he felt the comfort of this chair that was touted by the assistant coach.

The world seemed to come alive suddenly, the quiet late night splashed with ink was painted with brisk colors, the glowing light of the mobile phone danced, and Ah Yuan sent another message.

[Genuine Song Ayuan: The dog was adopted the year before last. It was originally called Ayuan. I tried to change the name, but it only recognizes this name... I am so mad! ]

[Square: Is it inappropriate for me to call you Yuan again? ]

[Authentic Song Ayuan: Is there anything inappropriate?I will not give up my name to it! ]

[Authentic Song Ayuan: Brother Huai called me this name first, I am! ]

Fang Huai smiled and chatted with him for a while, until the wall clock rang the hour, and he got up and put on his clothes to go back to rest.

[Square: It's getting late, let's rest, I finished my work and went to sleep. ]

[Authentic Song Ayuan: Why do you have to work so late...]

[Square: The players are still in the training room. ]

Fang Huai walked to the training room while typing.

Before Song Rongtan could react, the sound of the door opening sounded behind him, and the mobile phone, which was already unsteady, fell to the ground, with the screen facing upwards, where the chat records of [A Yuan] and Fang Huai were clearly displayed.

As soon as he entered the door, Fang Huai saw him covertly picking up his phone, and his gentle expression instantly turned cold.

The person who just praised his seniors for his hard work in training a few minutes ago was playing with his mobile phone in the training room in the name of extra training.

"Song Rongtan, team rule No. 13." Fang Huai almost laughed angrily.

Between explaining and pleading guilty, Song Rongtan chose the latter without hesitation.

"...Understood, I will have more training tomorrow."

Fang Huai glanced at the screen: "The live broadcast is off, go back and rest."

Song Rongtan didn't even say good night, but clicked the downcast backhand, leaving a group of people in the live broadcast room to swipe question marks at the black screen without warning.

[Is this the thorn head? ? ]

[Grandpa laughed Song Rongtan!We said that if you play with your mobile phone, you will barge, but your coach said that you immediately admit your mistake, right? ? ]

[pass it on!Song Rongtan is afraid of the teacher! ]

[Learned, next time if you don’t do a good live broadcast, you will directly sue the teacher.

At the other end of the network cable, Song Rongtan silently followed Fang Huai and walked to the dormitory in a dejected manner, like a primary school student who got into a fight at school and was taken home by his parents to clean up.

It was as if the mute button had been pressed in the villa area in the middle of the night, and only the rustling of the two footsteps could be heard around. Song Rongtan intentionally slowed down her pace and adjusted her pace until the sound of the two footsteps gradually overlapped.

Feeling inexplicably lightened, he raised the corners of his mouth silently, put one hand in his pocket, and opened the training notes with the other hand to Fang Huai.

"Coach, here, the CRC style and countermeasures I compiled today, and there are two universal tactics, one is formed, and the other is still being studied."

Fang Huai nodded: "I'll go back and watch." After speaking, Song Rongtan was about to pick it up, but Song Rongtan pulled his hand suddenly.

"Don't tell me that you will continue to stay up late with this when you go back?" Fang Huai narrowed his eyes, "If you are talking about training ability all night, then it's still free."

"RTG doesn't need a leader who can only figure out the enemy by staying overnight."

Song Rongtan took back the notebook and did not speak.

After seeing the disassembled little stars on the table in the office that day, he was consciously changing his handwriting, and what he has shown recently are all his deliberate sketches.But on the title page of this book, there is a sentence that he carefully wrote down stroke by stroke when he first started his career.

Although he didn't know if Fang Huai could recognize his handwriting, he didn't want to take the risk.

Song Rongtan, who could only suffer again, snorted: "Then let's talk about it tomorrow."

Fang Huai didn't give him half a look, and lowered his head to send a message to A Yuan, but he didn't notice that when he sent a message, there were two buzzing vibrations behind him.

[Authentic Song Ayuan: Why is he like this! !What's the difference between this and playing with your mobile phone in class!Brother Huai, scold him! ]

[Square: Well, the team rules fined me. ]

[Authentic Song Ayuan: But Brother Huai, don't be too angry, there is no one to replace you.If he is sensible, he will train himself tomorrow.Don't be angry. ]

[Square: No gas, know he's trying. ]

[Authentic Song Ayuan: Dog Gou is sluggish.jpg]

Fang Huai chuckled almost imperceptibly, but was accidentally tripped and staggered.

A hand behind him firmly grasped his forearm, which allowed him to stabilize his figure.

"The coach is chatting with his girlfriend?" Song Rongtan withdrew his hands, kicked the stone in the middle of the road into the grass, and snorted lightly, "I'm so serious that I don't even look at the road."

"No." Fang Huai replied casually.

Song Rongtan listened to his reply with pricked ears, raised her eyebrows, and showed a well-planned smile from an angle he couldn't see.

"Oh... that's right, where did the coach get his girlfriend from?" He spoke casually, but his eyes seemed to be glued to Fang Huai's back, "Coach, see my clarification, I haven't..."

Fang Huai turned around and interrupted: "I mean I'm not chatting with my girlfriend."

For a moment, Fang Huai felt that Song Rongtan's expression was somewhat similar to that of Ah Yuan's sluggish Gougou.

There was a hint of a smile in his eyes, but it was instantly covered by his drooping eyebrows.

"Go to bed early." Fang Huai said flatly, turned around and opened the door to enter the dormitory. After a while, there were footsteps walking away from the door, and the sound of the door closing deliberately softly.

When Song Rongtan handed him the training notes, by the light of the corridor, Fang Huai saw the final conclusion circled in red pen in a scribble.

In all fairness, this can already be regarded as a very mature tactical design, and it is hard to believe that the planner has only officially contacted the command for less than two months.

Fang Huai went to the training room today, and even if he wasn't caught playing with his phone, he would turn off the live broadcast and go back to rest.

Fang Huai smiled lightly, feeling a prank-like bliss that he hadn't seen for a long time, and even the nervousness about fighting CRC was dispelled.

Lying on the bed, he deduced the tactics written in Song Rongtan's notebook over and over again in his brain, winning seven out of seven battles.

Fang Huai rarely had a good night's sleep.

Two days later, the competition venue.

Everyone in RTG got out of the car and went backstage. Bibabu chatted shoulder to shoulder with the little bald head: "I just heard someone say that they came to see the coach."

The little bald head nodded as he should.

Song Rongtan sneered: "That's miserable enough. You can only watch two 120 seconds, and the director doesn't necessarily give the camera." After finishing speaking, he turned to look at Fang Huai at the end of the line, and received a cold look from the other party. Can only shrug.

A few people were chatting all over the world, and there was no tension before the start of the game. Suddenly, there was a burst of noisy footsteps behind them.

The leader is in his thirties, wearing the CRC team uniform with the word coach written on it, and a young man in a suit and leather shoes beside him is the CRC manager.

"Square, long time no see. Why haven't you contacted us for the past two years? You see, you are serious." The coach took two quick steps, walked up to Fang Huai and was about to shake his hand.

Fang Huai turned sideways to avoid it.

The coach put up the airs of the old senior: "You kid, you have been fighting with us for two years, you should calm down. Why didn't you understand which step CRC took that was not centered on you... Hey!"

Before he could finish his sentence, all he was left with was the back of Fang Huai leading his team away, without even saying a word.

Song Rongtan replaced Fang Huai at the end of the line, raised his chin slightly with his pocket in his pocket, tilted his head and smiled lightly: "I'm sorry, but I want to shake hands on stage after the fight."

"Two rounds, if we play against you... it's only 10 minutes if you play all rounds. You should be able to wait." Song Rongtan smiled brightly, but there was some piercing pity in his eyes. Speed ​​up a bit, that's fine."

The CRC coach's face was as suffocated as an eggplant.

Song Rongtan withdrew his gaze and sneered, "See you on the field."

Bibabu, who deliberately slowed down to eat melons, came up: "Damn, you really looked like a villain in an anime just now." In exchange for Song Rongtan's indistinguishable "hmm".

"...I think Fang Huai is already abolished. Even he can't keep his form after the two-year vacancy period." Behind him, the CRC manager lowered his voice.

Song Rongtan listened intently.

The coach of CRC responded: "I'm afraid the boss has misjudged him and asked us to have a good relationship with him... It's funny. Even if he is in this state...it's over, there is nothing to be afraid of. He will be 24 in two years."

The manager's tone was pitiful: "It's a pity. If he had listened to my persuasion and stayed, he wouldn't have been among the professional players."

"Then the first one he overturned is you." The coach sneered, "That kid is not familiar with it..."

The two walked away in opposite directions, Bibabu glanced at the captain with a gloomy expression beside him, and shuddered.

While the players were still preparing in the lounge, the official broadcast room was already full of enthusiasm.

[Fight, fight! ! ]

[I hope to invite the RTG coach to interview after the game today, it will be interesting hhhh]

[Laughing, wouldn't it be more interesting if they lost. ]

[Fang Huai's tactics in the first two rounds were so beautiful, today I suddenly look forward to how he will beat his old club violently. ]

[He really has no conscience!Yesterday, the CRC coach and manager posted friendly words on Weibo and wished him a bright future, but he didn't respond at all.Speechless. ]

[srds, Fang Huai doesn't seem to have a social account... The one used in CRC is said to be sent by the club, and he logged out when he retired]

[If you ask me, it must be more than that simple. The CRC coach is so hypocritical, don’t you all know? ]

[Gossip, I heard that before the spring game, CRC's last remaining sponsor's contract renewal request is to allow Fang Huai to return to the team to play games within this season. ]

[Oh.Then it’s not guaranteed that they will be contacted now, and they won’t release the water, this news is somewhat sensitive.]

The passionate voice of the commentator announcing the start of the game interrupted the thinking divergence of the barrage. The camera turned to the contestants on stage. Fang Huai stood quietly behind the players with his hands down at the edge of the competition.

The camera stayed on him for two more seconds, and sharp-eyed viewers noticed that he didn't even open the training notes in his hand.

From the stage to the opening bp, to the last 120 seconds of tactical preparation.Fang Huai remained silent the whole time, only nodding occasionally.

[Damn it, right?You haven't returned to CRC yet, so you're starting to fish? ]

[I was stunned, was the water released so openly? Ring didn't respond? ? ]

The live camera seemed to hear the words of the barrage, and the small screen in the lower left corner immediately cut to Song Rongtan's face.The young man had a relaxed and flamboyant smile on his face as usual, and the other team members also turned a blind eye to Fang Huai's "strike".

[I have a guess, maybe they think they don't need a coach to deal with CRC]

[It’s not impossible, CRC is really too much now]

As the barrage said, the first game ended with thunder in 7 minutes, and RTG won an overwhelming victory without any suspense.The speed was so fast that at the beginning of the second game, the audience had no expectations for the result of the game.

The level of the game was like frying fish ponds, so they couldn't help but wonder if this was the scene of a professional league.

[CRC doesn't know what it's doing all day long, the games aren't very good, and the live broadcasts and commercials are pretty busy. ]

[The key point is that with their current results, they can't receive any good advertisements. With this energy, it's better to train for two more days, and they won't lose three games in the Spring Split. ]

[Why is Fang Huai still standing there motionless as a supporting beauty? ]

[Helping out Beauty Grass...how can I say this is quite appropriate 23333]

[Song Rongtan, what is that stinky bastard doing?Why not bp?It's almost time Hey! ! ]

[? ? ? ? ? ]

In the live game screen, RTG's disabled map selection time is less than 10 seconds left.In the arena, the sound of insufficient remaining time began to sound, and in the small screen in the lower left corner, Song Rongtan was leaning on the back of the chair, hands away from the keyboard and doing manual exercises in front of his chest, with drooping eyelids and a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. The smile seemed a little mocking at this moment.

3, 2, 1...

Disabled time is up.

There was an uproar.

Song Rongtan seemed to know that the camera was slapping him, so he lazily raised his eyes to stare at the dark camera, and gave a small smile to save face.

He opened his mouth to say something, but was slapped on the head by Fang Huaiyi who was behind him in the next second.

[? ?What is this doing?I am very confused. ]

[This lip-talking master is here, and Ring just said, "It is agreed that the command of this game is all up to me, coach, whoever repents is a puppy"]

[...I don’t have to murmur anymore, although it fits Gouzi’s style]

[Grass ha ha ha ha The director is too good at broadcasting, CRC's camera showed their coach, his face turned green. ]

[But it’s true, who cares about an opponent who can be blown up in a safe house in 7 minutes? ]

[No way, no way, is anyone really here to watch the game today?Aren't they all melon-eating people who are going to wait for the post-match interview? ]

[Laughing, indeed.Even if I played a promotion match, it would be better than this enthusiasm.It's really one-sided, outrageous. ]

The 2nd game was randomized to CRC's only map that could win respect last season. The terrain of this map is very suitable for them to play the team game into 4 single games, which brought them the only few victories last season. .

In all fairness, the four players in the CRC team are not too bad in personal strength, but because of language barriers and personality differences, their cooperation has been poor.

However, in the first minute of the game, after the CRC assaulter shot the headshot of the RTG deputy assault Bibabu, the wind direction of the barrage began to change.

[Brothers, I am a little embarrassed, embarrassed for Ring. ]

[I said earlier, this prickly head is so crazy, something will happen one day...]

[The scouts and snipers in RTG are not as strong as the opponent, and Bibabu is not strong enough to crush the opponent. This map is so big, and you let Ring carry the whole field by himself, then I don’t believe it]

The atmosphere in the RTG team's voice is peaceful.

"Big clock! Have you found the location yet?" Bibabu, who had just been killed by a headshot, spoke lightly enough to jump up, without any psychological pressure at all.

"It's ok." The big bell announced the point, and smiled, "The captain's current posture of being able to pinch and count, feels like he has got a lot of coaches' true teachings."

"The coach's direct disciple." Song Rongtan said in a relaxed voice, with a little bit of pride, "Just don't worry about beating me."

In the next second, the counterattack suddenly started!

Ah Mai and Song Rongtan, who had already penetrated into the enemy camp, turned around without warning, followed the announcement of the big clock, and directly touched the enemy's back.Before the other party had time to turn their eyes to the muzzle of the gun, the screen suddenly turned black and white amidst a few crisp gunshots.

[I'm so fucking handsome! ! ! ]

[Please put your cooperation on the public screen]

[Damn, you're too good at slapping your face, isn't that what you mean by teaching CRC to play games? ]

[It's gone, brothers, there's nothing to watch in the second round]

When the CRC safe house was blown up, the game time hadn't reached 10 minutes.The RTG fans at the scene almost broke their throats.

In the history of professional leagues, very few teams have played Bo15 in only 3 minutes. CRC's opponent in the last game was the No.1 of last season, but it also ended in half an hour.

Since the spring split, RTG seems to be on the Rockets, and every game can bring new surprises to everyone.Just after the last game, when everyone thought that RTG's existing victories were all based on Fang Huai's tactics, Song Rongtan was fully responsible for today's game and told everyone that RTG is not only Fang Huai .

——This is a team with a truly promising future.

After shaking hands, several people from RTG chatted and laughed and returned to the backstage lounge. Song Rongtan walked in the front and opened the door, preparing to receive Fang Huai's compliment, but only saw the assistant coach and the little bald head in the room looking at each other with smiles on their faces. pause.

"Where's the coach?"

The assistant coach said: "It seems that an acquaintance of Coach Fang called him away just now."

Song Rongtan frowned.He used Ah Yuan's account to ask about it two days ago, and Fang Huai's answer was that he didn't have any friends in China.

Her heartbeat gradually accelerated, like an ominous omen, Song Rongtan gritted her teeth, turned and went out.

At an extremely remote corner in the background, Fang Huai stood in the shadows with folded arms, and a man in a famous brand stood across the narrow corridor.

Fang Huai lowered his eyes, and his tone couldn't hide the sarcasm: "You are really haunted...Zhou Yuansheng."

Zhou Yuansheng suppressed his anger, with a hypocritical smile on his face: "I can charge you a high price, Xiao Fang. This amount..." He stretched out his finger.

Fang Huai's eyelids lifted slightly, and his expression was cold, as if he saw dust that would disperse with a handful of dust.

"In this way, I will also give you the liquidated damages for your retirement in the name of extra bonuses." Zhou Yuansheng said in a tense voice, "I can also ask you for all the scandals about you over the years, after all, if you are willing to come back to play , then we will all be members of CRC..."

"Zhou Yuansheng, do you still want to use these things to pinch me now?" Fang Huai said, calm interrogative sentences, but every word seemed to be slapping the person opposite. Zhou Yuansheng's face was stiff, and the flesh on his cheeks trembled with anger.

"Don't forget the contract you signed with yourself! For six years, your career can only be shared with CRC..." He gritted his teeth, "If you didn't have this contract, where would you get so much money to pay back your gambling father? Debt! To be a man, one must know how to be grateful!"

Fang Huai's indifferent gaze was poured down like a basin of ice water. After a while, Zhou Yuansheng calmed down, pretending to be gentle and said: "Let's not talk about the past. Fang Huai, I know you professional player Brother Zhou very well...you are only 22 years old , your old captain Fang Yaoming had to play until 24 with a hand injury before retiring."

The eyelashes of the young man on the opposite side drooped slightly, like a carved jade statue, not speaking or moving, quietly looking at the person in front of him who was trying his best to whitewash the peace.

Zhou Yuansheng continued to patiently say: "You won the championship and retired at the age of 20. Brother Zhou believes that you must have been wanting to return to the game for the past two years. Look, you have taught the thorny head of RTG so well. It will definitely be even better to return to CRC." It's like a fish in water!"

"The team leader told me that your vacancy period will be two years, so you must have been out of action long ago. I scolded him." Zhou Yuansheng pretended to be indignant, "I said Xiao Fang can be the same as you!"

"Our Fang Huai became a god in the first battle, wearing the national flag and winning double championships in the World Championships. We all know it at home and abroad-Xiao Pojunxing, Square..."

Fang Huai interrupted suddenly, mockingly: "I'm quite skilled in off-script speech."

Zhou Yuansheng smiled: "I'm all from the bottom of my heart..."

"Okay, Zhou Yuansheng, let me say it one last time, I'm not interested in professional players." Fang Huai leaned back against the wall, tilted his head slightly, and looked at the CRC boss in front of him with an almost disdainful attitude.

"I made it very clear when I retired... I played professionally for two years, and I won all the championships I could. Is there anything new?"

The corridor lights in the side aisle suddenly flickered twice, and Fang Huai's ice-jade-like face showed a hint of haze between the light and darkness.

Fang Huai suddenly chuckled: "What am I staying here for, to be pushed out as a target?"

Zhou Yuansheng was terrified for a moment.He suddenly discovered that the person in front of him was no longer the young man he forced to leave the house two years ago, let alone the desperate and easy-to-deceive young man when he was just an adult.

In the end, he gouged out a bitter look at Fang Huai, who had only left half of his face in profile, and Zhou Yuansheng turned and left hastily.

After he left, a figure slowly walked out of the corner...

The lights in the corridor were half dead, emitting a dim yellow light, as if it was going to be dusk.Occasionally extinguished and then brightened, falling in the eyes of that person, like two clusters of dancing flames.

Song Rongtan's hair faded to the flamboyant gold under the dim light, and he hid behind Fang Huai's wall, biting his lower lip tightly.

After the slight fusing of the filament, this corridor fell into darkness without warning.

After a long time, Fang Huai let out a breath that seemed to be laughing and mocking, and then, Dou's rapid panting swayed from the corner, like the last cry for help from a person on the verge of suffocation, pouring into Song Rongtan's ears like a tide In the process, his heart beat wildly, and he hurriedly turned to look.

Before he had time to land, his footsteps stagnated in the air, and his pupils suddenly constricted.

The other end of the I-shaped corridor is brightly lit, and a beam of light is obliquely cut at the corner of the wall.Fang Huai squatted in the shadows, the clasp of the watch he usually wore on his wrist broke, and it fell silently on the carpet, with his left hand resting on his knee