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

"When did you come?" Song Rongtan asked dryly.

"Just now." Fang Huai was indifferent.

Song Rongtan closed her eyes.

Just how long ago! !One second is also called just now, and one minute is also called just now!

But he couldn't ask any more questions, so he had to carry Bibabu into the training room before Fang Huai got really angry.

"I don't want a third person to know about it, do you hear me!" He said viciously.

Knowing that he was in trouble, Bibabu shrank his neck: "...There are three people. You, me, and your favorite choice..."

"He doesn't know." Song Rongtan interrupted, looked at Bibabu's widened eyes again, and stretched out his finger to threaten again.

Bibabu was stunned.

He obviously just went out for a walk, but when he sat back in his seat, he felt as if he was in another world, and he even wondered if he had traveled to some parallel world.

After calming down for a while, he recalled meeting that [Brother Huai Wo Di Superman] yesterday, and this id, which looked like a soft and cute little girlfriend, was circling in his mind.

And what that account typed on the team channel, which can be called coquettish words.

Suddenly, he was shaken all over.

No way... What on earth did he know...

Song Rongtan, he couldn't get what he wanted, so he pretended to be a girl and tricked that unknown professional player senior into online dating! ! !

He went through all the well-known retired players in his mind, but he didn't find any one with the word "Huai" in his name.

But if you want to say homonyms... there is one in front of him.

Bibabu slowly raised his eyes, looking at Fang Huai for the first time with blank eyes.

He suddenly shook his head frantically, pushing the outrageous emotions out of his mind.

This is too outrageous, even more outrageous than Song Rongtan pretending to be a girl! !

Time flies. Since Bibabu got rid of his heart knot and returned to his former bravery, RTG has won several consecutive victories, but with the lessons learned from Bibabu, everyone's mentality is still stable.

The training was more serious, and the thinking during the review was obviously clearer. Even under the leadership of Song Rongtan, he would take the initiative to ask Fang Huai for additional training.

Seeing the manager's eyes filled with tears, he shouted who is the champion.

Fang Huai felt that something was wrong. The team members always treated him cautiously, which was different from the awe he had when he first came, more like...to please him.

One night after extra training, the team members yawned and left the training room one after another. Fang Huai thought about it and stopped the little bald man who was rubbing his eyes for questioning.

The little bald head hesitated for a moment, and finally scratched his head, embarrassed: "Coach... the captain suggested that we do this."

Fang Huai frowned slightly.

"Because... the spring season is coming to an end, and the coach has only stayed with one team for half a season." His expression was a little hesitant.

"We just thought, if we can behave a little better, you will be willing to renew your contract in RTG..."

"...I will renew the contract whoever says good." Fang Huai's face was light.

The little bald head was serious: "Bubba. He said that you like obedient ones, and the captain also said that it is true... Hey, captain!"

Fang Huai turned his head and saw Song Rongtan who was walking out while moving his shoulders behind him, and met his surprised eyes.

"What's wrong?" Song Rongtan approached.

The little bald head said positively: "You told Bibabu that the coach likes to behave better..."

Song Rongtan understood, and explained what Bibabu had heard about Fang Huai the day he first arrived.

Fang Huai paused for a second, feeling funny in his heart, but he didn't explain anything, and said with a cold face, "Play hard, this is not something you have to worry about."

The little bald head nodded heavily: "Then add training..."

"As usual." Fang Huai looked up at him, "There is no reason to give up halfway what I asked for."

The little bald man who didn't have much hope at first smiled.

"You really like the obedient type?" Song Rongtan asked suddenly.

Fang Huai's face remained unchanged: "I don't hate it."

Song Rongtan pursed her lips, thinking deeply.

How could Fang Huai say he likes it... Then he probably likes it if he doesn't hate it.

He raised the corner of his mouth, becoming more and more sure of his decision to make [Yuan] an adult.

After the spring season is over, he will be able to double row with Fang Huai during the offseason, blowing pillows... No, a few words of persuasion will also increase Fang Huai's chances of staying.

But the current top priority is to get the first place in the spring split.

In the spring segment of the TETD professional league, there is only a points-based regular season, and the summer split will be based on the points-based regular season, adding a playoff for the top eight teams in points.

Both the teams with the first points in the spring split and the champions in the summer split can get tickets to the group stage of the World Championship, and the remaining four wild card spots will be allocated based on the points in the spring split and the ranking in the playoffs.

At present, RTG ranks first in the standings with a complete victory and only a 2:1 record in a small game.

GR, the champion team of last season's summer split, followed closely and also won the overall game. The small game was 2:1 more than RTG, so it ranked second.

As the new king of the league, RTG has maintained a very high level of competition throughout the season, and is even rising steadily.

And the former owner GR is not far behind, and its strength and achievements are as stable as Mount Tai.

The next game will be the much-anticipated duel between the two kings.

This is RTG's last game. If they win 2:0, they will be able to sit firmly on the top spot in points and directly get tickets to the World Championship, which no one can shake.

"Evening training is over."

The day before the decisive battle, at twelve o'clock in the night, Fang Huai closed the training manual full of handwriting, and his tone was a little gentle.

Song Rongtan also turned off the computer and got up. It was rare that he didn't retrain until later, and Bibabu and the others also packed their things.

"Coach rest early." Song Rongtan said.

Fang Huai hummed, and the phone on the table rang suddenly. He looked at the screen, frowned slightly, and went out to pick it up.

Song Rongtan didn't show any reaction on his face, he hastily put away the table and followed.

Fang Huai was leaning against the railing outside the training room. The voice on the phone was not too loud, but it was very clear in the quiet of the night.

"Xiao Fang, which team do you plan to join in the second half of the year?"

The man's voice was full of hypocrisy and gentleness, which made people sick.

It was Zhou Yuansheng, the boss of CRC.

Fang Huai stood in the cold wind of the rainy night with downcast eyes, and did not reply.

Song Rongtan's scalp tightened, and he coaxed, as if a string in his brain suddenly snapped.

He took two steps forward and grabbed the back of Fang Huai's hand, and used his hand to bring the phone to his ear.

"He won't leave." Song Rongtan's suppressed voice was deeper than usual, and his words were like a sword drawn out of its sheath, warning those who tried to get close.

Zhou Yuansheng said: "Who are you..." The phone was hung up without warning before he finished speaking halfway.

Song Rongtan lightly pressed Fang Huai's knuckles with his thumb, and the force was transmitted to the lock screen button. The screen went out, and the reflection on Fang Huai's lens suddenly disappeared.

He raised his eyes and looked straight into Fang Huai's eyes without hindrance, and suddenly felt a force in his palm, struggling to slip away from his shackles.

Song Rongtan subconsciously tightened her knuckles, trapping the soft touch in her hands.

Fang Huai's brows and eyes half covered by glasses and bangs frowned slightly.

Song Rongtan took another half step forward.

Fang Huai narrowed his eyes, opened his lips and uttered an angry syllable coldly.

"Ring."

"I was wrong." Song Rongtan raised his eyebrows, but there was no regret on his face.

Fang Huai's anger was suddenly dispelled by his soft words.

He looked at the young man in front of him in a little confusion, and said the most humble words with the most piercing expression.

"RTG can pay double the annual salary." Song Rongtan's voice was cold and serious, he had never been so serious.

"……what?"

Song Rongtan said with a straight face: "If it's still too little, ask the boss to send you my salary and bonus as well."

Fang Huai paused for a moment, unable to distinguish his emotions: "And then?"

"Shares?" Song Rongtan tightened his fingers subconsciously, "Yes. I have RTG shares, and I'll give you half."

"Let go." Fang Huai tried to pull out his wrist again.

Still not satisfied?

Song Rongtan lowered his eyebrows, gritted his teeth like a buyer who lost his fortune at an auction, "It's all for you."

Fang Huai lowered his eyes, coldly: "I said let go, can't you hear me?"

The wind direction suddenly changed behind him, and the rain turned, all of which greeted Song Rongtan's face facing the gust of wind.

The cold icy rain slapped randomly on his face.

His mood also followed like falling into an ice cave.

The person he had been looking for for so many years was already in front of his eyes, but he only stayed there for a short while.

After a while, Fang Huai felt the tightening of his wrist tightened, and he broke free. In the dim light, there was a faint red mark on his white wrist, which quickly disappeared.

Fang Huai looked away.

"You don't want me to go?" He raised his eyes and glanced at Song Rongtan lightly.

The blond youth lowered his eyes and remained silent.With his back against the light, he couldn't tell the expression on his face, but his fluffy and soft hair was completely drenched by the shower.

The drops of water slid down the base of the ears, suddenly lost support at the corner of the sharp mandible, and hit his already wet shoulder.

Fang Huai suddenly stretched out his hand and wiped the wet mark with his fingertips.

It was just a short, less than a second movement, but under the skin touched by Fang Huai's fingertips, Song Rongtan's masseter muscles suddenly tightened.

Fang Huai covered the smile in his eyes and said calmly: "You know what my annual salary is."

"Not as many as me." Song Rongtan's voice was a little hoarse.

"..." Fang Huai breathed a sigh of relief, and then said, "Why do I talk about annual salary in RTG, but only half a year abroad..."

"Can't you think about it?"

"You...signed for one year?" Song Rongtan looked up blankly, Fang Huai keenly noticed that the color of his eye sockets was different from that of other skin, and was a little red.

Fang Huai said lightly, "Do you want me to show you the contract?"

Fang Huai smiled silently as the sound of wind and rain in his ears gradually subsided. He was about to turn around and go back to rest when he was suddenly hugged into his arms.

The breath belonging to another person broke through all his defenses without warning, wrapping him tightly.

The small mark on Song Rongtan's shoulder that was soaked by the rain was touching his chin.

Fang Huai noticed for the first time that Song Rongtan was more than two or three centimeters taller than him.

The heartbeat and body temperature passed through the thin shirt in early summer, and spread across the chest and back of the two touching without any sense of distance. A strand of slightly damp blond hair with the cold fragrance of shampoo, took the opportunity to stick to Fang Huai's cheek.

Some itchy.

Fang Huai tilted his head slightly in a daze, trying to shake off the tuft of hair, but Song Rongtan's sniffing sound came from very close to his ear.

Thinking of the faint redness in the corners of his eyes, Fang Huai was slightly startled, and was about to push his hand away: "Crying?"

Song Rongtan tightened his arms around his back.

"... angry."

He was about to continue to say something when Bibabu's carefree voice suddenly came from the training room behind him.

"Captain, you don't have a water glass... what the hell!"

The ambiguous atmosphere that hadn't condensed was suddenly dissipated, and the emotions spreading from Song Rongtan's side seemed to have been overturned, and they were awkward in the air.

Fang Huai remained calm, put his hand on Song Rongtan's shoulder by his neck, and gently pushed it away: "Let go."

Song Rongtan didn't move.

"Your teammates are watching."

The warm body was only a little further away.

"It's your teammate too." Song Rongtan's voice was still a little muffled, but there was a smile in his tone.

After saying this, he took the initiative to let go of his hand.

He directly turned around and walked towards Bibabu and the little bald head who were stunned by the door, his eyes didn't even pass Fang Huai's face for a moment.

Just as soon as he lifted his foot, he took a step with the same hands and feet.

"Where's the water glass?" He coughed softly, stabilized his figure, and stretched out his hand calmly.

Bibabu was stiff all over: "You you you..."

"The coach will stay in RTG for the summer games." Song Rongtan raised an eyebrow, "What's the matter with celebrating?"

The little bald man's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at the coach.

Fang Huai smiled lightly and did not refute.

Bibabu and Xiaobald looked at each other, reacted for a while, and then cheered belatedly.

The little bald head opened his arms and was about to run, but was stopped halfway by his captain.

"What are you hugging...it's getting late, let the coach go to bed early." Song Rongtan's words were plausible, and he couldn't see the reason for it.

It also seems that the person who hugged the coach and didn't let go just now was not him.

"What are you talking about?" Bibabu looked strange, "The coach has already left."

Beside him, the little bald head also touched his shiny forehead, wondering: "I just want to run around to vent..."

Song Rongtan turned his head, and the place where Huai was standing half a minute ago was already empty.

Back in the dormitory, Fang Huai took a shower and lay down. The warm water vapor quickly heated the slightly cold quilt to the temperature of a human body, like a low-end hug.

It's the first time he's had that thought -- after his first unexpected hug.

Fang Huai paused for two seconds, turned over, embraced the stacked quilt and hugged him, but still felt a little too soft...

His brows were slightly frowned, the muscles around his eyes were contracted and his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he pursed his lips.

Before... Shouldn't you hug me back.

he thought suddenly.

Out of courtesy... the kind?

The author has something to say:

Gouzi: Listen carefully, you are not allowed to hug Brother Huai, hold hands, talk on the phone, two people secretly row in double row, and blow the coach's pillow wind...

RTG audience (fake smile): Only.have.you.dare!

Brother Huai: I won't talk, you fight.