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

The lid hangs down weakly, falling into the warm white cut light.

Under the cover of the watch strap, there is an ugly wound that has healed, and the potholes are twisted and twisted on the white jade-like wrist... like tooth marks.

Half a minute later, Fang Huai's breathing gradually calmed down.Song Rongtan hesitated for a moment, retreated into the shadows, pressed against his back through the thick wall, and let out a breathless breath.

Song Rongtan leaned against the wall and closed his eyes. He suddenly remembered that the year before he officially entered the professional league, he bought a ticket to watch the World Championship abroad—the one where Fang Huai won the championship as the coach of GG.

The tickets he bought were in the front, and he even specifically inquired about the location of the GG competition platform, and bought a seat in the first row facing the competition platform.

The situation of the battle was changing rapidly, and the competition was intense and intense, but Song Rongtan's eyes were always glued to the young man standing alone like a green bamboo at the exit of the backstage.

It's a strange feeling. A person who was sitting on the bench a year ago and fighting willfully, can only leave the field in a hurry after 120 seconds of tactical preparation.

Fang Huai stopped before the exit of the dark backstage, and suddenly turned around.

He turned his face sideways, and even the first row couldn't see his expression clearly, but Song Rongtan still remembered Fang Huai's hand on his left wrist after standing there for a while.

There were staff walking around Fang Huai, and the cheers in the arena never stopped, but the waves of excitement couldn't shake the gloomy atmosphere around him.

It was as if an invisible cocoon trapped him in place, leaving a gap, so that he could only glimpse someone else's stage from then on.

Fang Huai's eyes stayed on the stage for a long time, but finally fell powerlessly. When he turned around, his eyes met Song Rongtan who was looking at him through two guardrails.

Everyone was looking at the screen in the middle, only he sat there blankly, leaving all eyes on him.

Song Rongtan's mind went numb for a moment, but he was greedy and refused to look away. The emotion in Fang Huai's eyes had not yet dissipated, and it just hit him straight into the bottom of his heart.

The smoke between the two of them in the memory seemed to disappear instantly, and he suddenly saw Fang Huai's gaze clearly.

——That is not reconciled.

Song Rongtan withdrew from the memory, raised his sleeve and wiped it around his eyes twice, taking away a little dampness, and heard the sound of Fang Huai's leaving footsteps, peaceful and firm.

He suddenly tightened his palms into fists, took out his mobile phone and dialed the number, and the other party connected quickly.

Song Rongtan stabilized his breath: "Brother, help me check the CRC e-sports club..."

The other party smiled: "Why did you suddenly agree to investigate? Didn't you say you respected privacy two years ago and didn't allow me to investigate?"

"Understood, just wait and play your game well." However, the other party didn't leave time for him to reply at all, "World champion and marriage partner, you must bring me one for the Chinese New Year, or you don't go home, shame on you .”

Song Rongtan was relieved of the depression in his heart by his words, and lightly scoffed: "Children make choices."

"I want it all!"

In the RTG lounge, the urging staff came to find Song Rongtan to go on stage for an interview, but they couldn't find anyone anywhere.

"If you really can't find it, can Coach Fang go for him?" The staff begged with their eyes.

Fang Huai was the last person to interview, whether he was serving as a coach or after retiring, but today's situation is special, and it is obviously not feasible to switch to other players.

He got up and said in a cold voice, "Leave for no reason after the game... When Song Rongtan comes back, tell him that the basic training will be doubled in the evening training."

"Be merciful!" The door of the lounge was pushed open with a bang, and Song Rongtan stood outside, probably trotting all the way back, and exhaled softly.

Fang Huai was about to sit back on the sofa, but he reached out and grabbed his sleeve.

"Let's go, coach, go to the interview with me." Song Rongtan smiled slyly, leaned closer, and whispered, "Trust me, there is a good show for you, and it will definitely not be a loss."

"What's the matter with the hair?" Fang Huai subconsciously took half a step back and frowned.

Song Rongtan raised his hand and tugged at the bangs that were still dripping with water, and smiled: "I'm a little sleepy, wash my face."

Fang Huai glanced at him, then turned around and took a tissue from the table and handed it over.

"Wipe it off," he said.

Otherwise, it's really like being drenched in the rain and eagerly looking at your... little golden retriever.

The dog with Ah Yuan's head suddenly appeared in his mind, Fang Huai paused, and quickly put these thoughts behind him.

He went to the interview booth with Song Rongtan anyway, and after a few polite questions, the host finally turned to the key question.

"Coach Fang, before the game yesterday, the coach and manager of CRC welcomed you back home on Weibo. They also said that the boss said that CRC will always be your home... Would you like to respond?"

Fang Huai glanced at Song Rongtan, his eyes seemed to ask, "Is this the good show you said?"

Song Rongtan smiled with his eyes bent.

He withdrew his gaze and said lightly: "There is nothing to respond to. I will not take the team I left for a second time. The same rules as a coach apply to being a player."

There were rustling discussions from the audience, and the CRC boss sitting in the first row suddenly turned pale. Before the interview was over, he answered a phone call and left.

Song Rongtan covered his mouth with his hands, and leaned into Fang Huai's ear and whispered, "The last investor in CRC withdrew its capital." Fang Huai raised his eyebrows slightly, as if not surprised.

The host looked at the two, his smile deepened, and there was even a strange kindness in his eyes.

"I'm sorry to disturb your private conversation..." she said, and the audience burst into laughter.Song Rongtan stood up straight when he heard the words, as if "I didn't do anything".

The host said, "It's Ring's birthday soon, and the last question is, what's your birthday wish?"

Song Rongtan paused for a moment, thought for a while, searched the auditorium, and suddenly settled on a certain place, and raised the corner of his mouth: "My birthday wish is..."

"I hope that the player I like can return to the game."

His eyes fell on the only small support card with the word "Fang Huai" written on it, which was simple in style.

The pearl is covered with dust, and the dark cloud covers the moon, and one day it will be blown away by the strong wind.

"Coach, wish me my wish come true?" Song Rongtan tilted his head slightly to look at Fang Huai, as if asking for blessings, but strangely had an attitude of declaring war on something, and his tone was sharp and flamboyant.

"It doesn't matter if you don't wish..." He smiled.

"I'll get it myself."

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