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

A night without dreams.

It is rare for Fang Huai to have such a relaxing sleep.When he came to the training room temporarily to issue the notice, the manager was a little surprised and said that he looked really good today.

"Is there any good news?" The manager asked casually.

Fang Huai smiled lightly: "It's sort of." He turned his head, but saw Song Rongtan's gaze averted as if trying to cover up.

In his heart, he gave Song Rongtan another account of not paying attention in training.

Song Rongtan himself didn't know why there seemed to be more training recently, but he never refused, which made Fang Huai curious about the upper limit he could bear.

RTG's game tonight is at 7 o'clock, and the venue is not far from the club.After dinner, everyone boarded the bus and came to the venue without haste.

"The last game!" Bibabu looked at the poster outside the venue and couldn't help being excited, "Can we have a holiday tomorrow!"

The little bald head looked forward to it: "Dinner! Offseason! Travel!"

The big brother in the team, Da Zhong, laughed: "There will be a singles competition next week. You have said since last year that you will compete with the captain in the singles competition."

Bibabu withered a little visibly with the naked eye: "Then it's okay to go out and have a supper at night...you have to celebrate."

"Unless it's 2-0 with zero GR today, the first place in the points will be considered a hand-off. There will be another GR game the day after tomorrow." Song Rongtan smiled.

"Or do you think No.2 is also worth celebrating?"

Bibabu raised his eyebrows: "Then fight! Isn't it two to zero, who is afraid of whom?"

There was excessive conceit in his tone, Fang Huai tilted his head, his cold gaze fell on him, and Bibabu immediately fell silent.

"I'm sorry, coach, I'm drifting again..." His voice was like a mosquito.

"Senior!" Suddenly a lively voice came from behind, everyone turned around and saw Zhao Zichu coming out of the GR lounge.

The little girl ran up to Fang Huai and stood still, smiling cutely: "Senior, do you want to have supper together after the game?"

Before Fang Huai could speak, Song Rongtan stepped forward from behind and pushed Zhao Zichu away.

"RTG will have a team dinner after the game." He smiled, "Or you can also come to our championship celebration dinner?"

Bibabu:?

"Bibab, tell the manager to find a good restaurant tonight." Song Rongtan bent his eyes, but there was no real smile in his eyes.

Zhao Zichu turned his head to look at him and gritted his teeth.

He and Song Rongtan's B are really at odds with each other, and when they see each other, they feel like they are fighting against each other.

Squeezing a disdainful snort from his nasal cavity, Zhao Zichu looked at Fang Huai with a questioning expression: "Senior?"

Fang Huai touched Song Rongtan's shoulder with the back of his hand, signaling him to get out of the way.

"It's not convenient today." He said, "There will be a chance later."

Song Rongtan breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately raised his chin to Zhao Zichu to show off.

The GR manager came to take away the captain who was running around, and the RTG people also returned to their lounge.

"Have you noticed? The coach has suddenly become much more popular." Bibabu realized that there was something wrong with his wording after finishing speaking, and hurriedly made up for it, "I mean, just..."

"Usually only the captain is asked for his autograph when he is in the background, but he was also asked for the last game if he was not the coach?" Da Zhong laughed.

Song Rongtan sneered without raising his eyes, "Trouble."

"But First is really good in front of the coach, as if he's a different person." Bibabu squinted at Song Rongtan, "When I saw him before, he was either scolding Song Rongtan, or he was scolding Song Rongtan. on the way."

"How many years ago..." Song Rongtan rolled his eyes, suddenly thought of something, and knocked on Fang Huai's notebook as if knocking on the door.

Fang Huai moved away from the notebook and cast a cold gaze.

"Zhao Zichu is just a fool." Song Rongtan said, "He's always pretending to be good in front of you."

Fang Huai's face remained unchanged, and his tone was calm: "It's better than thorns."

Song Rongtan: "..."

Bibabu covered his mouth, trying not to let out a laugh, but Song Rongtan still threatened revenge with supper.

Fang Huai's gaze stayed on the two people who were fighting for a few seconds, and his lowered eyes covered his faint smile.

When he signed a one-year contract with RTG, he didn't tell anyone, including Fang Yaoming, who thought that he would move to other teams in the second half of the season.

Before returning to China, he sometimes hesitated whether RTG would be the best choice, and was once ready to break the contract and leave halfway.

But everything went smoothly like a plug-in.

RTG has not only improved his strength at an astonishing speed, but he has never slackened in chasing his ever-improving goal.The atmosphere in the team also brought him new cognition time and time again.

Fang Huai has spent four months in RTG, but he still smiles knowingly because of the banter among the players.

"...coach, coach?"

"Ready to play."

Only then did Fang Huai realize that he had lost his mind.

He hummed, got up and was about to push the door, but found no one followed.

"Why..." He froze for a moment.

Several people from RTG formed a circle with a gap left, and stacked their hands one on top of the other. Song Rongtan stood opposite the gap, facing his hand that was still outstretched.

"It's the last scene. The publicity side wants to shoot us to create an atmosphere." He smiled, revealing all the deliberate plans of the publicity department.

"Come to refuel?"

Fang Huai's fingertips hanging by his side twirled slightly.

Song Rongtan hooked his fingertips, and moved forward half a point.

Before his brain came to a conclusion, his feet moved involuntarily, and Fang Huai filled the gap.

He stretched out his hand in a strange way, and put it on the back of Song Rongtan's hand on the top layer. When the other party moved his fingertips, the protruding knuckles bumped against his palm like a peck.

"Come."

"Three, two...one."

Fang Huai moved his eyelashes, and there seemed to be a small drumstick beating in his heart.

"RTG—"

Song Rongtan's hand hanging in mid-air fell with the sound, and covered the back of Shanghuai's hand. The gentle but irresistible firm force hidden in the muscles led everyone's hands to press down.

"come on!!"

The gears of time rotated slowly, and at the same time as everyone shouted in unison, there was a loud sound of mechanical collisions, and they were inserted into the new tooth sequence tightly.

It is both a change of track and a return to the original track.

In the first game of BO3, both RTG and GR came up with a set of tactics with the highest winning rate this season.

The two collided, and the situation was at a stalemate for a while.

In the end, it was Ah Mai who purposely sold a loophole in front of the GR beacon. Zhao Zichu missed his shot and was killed by Song Rongtan who was searching in the bunker.

1:0, RTG took the lead to get the match point.

When the second match took place, the atmosphere on both sides was very dignified.

For RTG, if they lose the second round, it is equivalent to handing over the choice of World Championship tickets to their opponents.

For GR, the situation is even more severe.Once they lose again in the second game, they will directly lose the chance to be sent to the World Championship in the Spring Split.

This is a huge blow to a peak team that won consecutive championships in spring and summer last season.

The commentary on the stage was passionate, and the audience's voice was overwhelming. The names of the two teams began to fight among the shouts of supporters before the start of the game.

The door of the soundproof room was closed by the referee, and the shouts outside the field suddenly weakened.

"Coach, what's the ban in this round?" Song Rongtan asked casually.

Fang Huai stopped flipping through the notes in his hand: "Isn't the pre-match prediction that I usually teach you familiar?"

Song Rongtan turned his back to him, because the rules couldn't turn his head to look at him, but Fang Huai could still hear the smile in his tone that was so thick that it almost melted.

"The coach is here, don't you allow me to be lazy?"

Fang Huai raised his eyebrows and smiled lightly.

The staff around him approached: "Coach Fang, I'll change your headset for you. Now this one has a bad connection just after checking."

Song Rongtan heard Fang Huai's voice fading away in the earphones, and presumably he had already taken off the earphones.

"I knew you wouldn't leave...what am I trying so hard to learn." He muttered to himself.

"Snapped!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the top of his head was suddenly hit by a paper tube.

It didn't hurt, and it didn't even feel that big, but the chilly voice that followed made him sit up straight.

"Song Rongtan?"

"You think I can't hear you if I take off the earphones?"

"...I'm joking." Song Rongtan raised his eyes, but saw the camera moving in front of him following the breath of gossip.

Although he was wearing sound-proof headphones, he always felt that he heard the laughter from outside the arena.

The barrage in the live broadcast room was already laughing like crazy, and the two parties who were at war with each other a minute ago suddenly retreated.

People who just clicked into the live broadcast room were at a loss, wondering whether they had entered the wrong live broadcast room, how could the barrage before an important game be full of laughing and joking?

[?I just came here, did hxd tell me what this is a joke...]

[laughing cowardly hahahaha]

[Some people look at people with their nostrils outside, and they can only shrink their heads when they are hit on the head by the coach in the soundproof room]

[Screenshot has been taken, I am a fan of Song God, brother Meng said I did it right? ]

[No, it should be recorded like me/doge]

Song Rongtan clicked his tongue and stared back at the camera confidently.

The camera deliberately leans against him, even a few centimeters closer, trying to capture a hint of embarrassment on the face of the famous prick.

But after all, the director underestimated Song Rongtan's psychological quality.

He propped his chin with one hand, and suddenly raised a wanton smile.

The right hand that has been resting on the mouse is raised, and the index finger is stretched out in front of the camera, making a "1".

He deliberately moved forward two points, and spoke silently.

【we are the champion】

Before the start of the match, the youth announced his victory in arrogance and arrogance.

His every move fell into the eyes of Fang Huai behind him, he didn't care, took back his notebook and opened it, there was a hidden smile in the lowered eyelashes, and it sneaked out from the corner of his lips.

The camera moves away, the main screen cuts to the game interface, and the game enters the disabled map link.

But the barrage was still on the screen just now and didn't react.

[Damn...damn...Fang Huai is so spoiled? ? ?I'm blind? ]

[Where is the promised devil coach? ]

[No, this is a devil!How glass-hearted are those foreign teams? ! ]

[u1s1, if RTG really won the first place in the Spring Split, and Fang Huai returns to China this time, RTG will really make a lot of money. ]

[Before I heard that Ring threatened that RTG had a Fanghuai brand plug-in, I still laughed at it for a long time...]

[Damn it, I don’t know which one will be cheaper in the second half of the year! ! ]

[Bet a wave of GR!The banknote ability GR is for the master! ! ]

[If you can't beat it, just buy it and hang it, right? ]

On the competition stage, RTG's "cheater" himself just supported the headset, and spoke in a steady voice to ask the players to disable the map.

In this small round, it is RTG's turn to ban the map first. While taking the initiative, it will also reveal the tactics that their side may use.

The right to ban was transferred to GR, and when there were only ten seconds left in the countdown, they chose the map late.

There was an uproar!

GR even disabled what he is best at [Rocco Airport].

This has never happened in the GR Spring Split schedule.

The system draws [Wils Jungle].The complexity of the terrain is well-deserved first among the seven maps.

Fang Huai looked up and saw the coach of GR raised his arms and cheered on the opposite bench. He frowned slightly, and quickly recalled all the tactics of GR this season in the main game in his mind.

The 120-second countdown for tactical preparations has already begun.

In TETD professional competitions, the responsibilities of the coach position are not only responsible for the daily training of the players, but also the 120 seconds that best reflect the level of a coach.

When the selected map is within expectations, there will not be too much of a level gap between coaches.

However, the form of TETD's map selection has added more uncertainty to the competition.

Once the situation changes suddenly during the map selection period, the coach only has 120 seconds to adjust the tactics that have been formed.

During this period of time, coaches of average level can only tell their players some innocuous suggestions such as "calmly confront the enemy" and "don't get on top", and are ridiculed as low-level psychological counselors.

Those who are better will choose a set of tactics that may have a higher winning rate from the past tactics, and then fine-tune them.

The prestigious coaches of the top teams can even predict the dark horse tactics they may prepare by analyzing the opponent's recent training situation.

After all, it is also the coach who formulates the tactics. As long as it is the result of human thinking, there will always be traces to follow.

It just depends on who is better.

The countdown counts down continuously.

Facing an opponent who obviously adopted a new tactic, and the information was still blank, the RTG team's voice was quiet, and only the sound of breathing one after another could be heard.

There was also the rustling sound of Fang Huai flipping through his notes.

Coaches are allowed to carry electronic products when they enter the competition seats, but Fang Huai has always only had this paper notebook with dozens of pages with him.

Before he returned to China, this book was called "E-sports Grimoire" by foreign e-sports media.

——"E-sports Magic Book".

Its owner doesn't often flip through it at 120 seconds, but as long as it is flipped, what awaits the opponent is a defeat without any suspense.

Someone once tried to sneak|take a photo of his notes in the background, but after opening it, they found that it was written in Chinese.

And after translation, no useful information can be obtained.It's all scattered records of game times and time points, with occasional annotations, but there are terribly few.

This is a "magic book" that only Fang Huai can understand.

He memorized all the things that other coaches needed to watch the video to find out.He watched and analyzed every game dozens of times from different angles.

Sometimes the human brain is more reliable than a computer.

As long as he thinks, any game he has analyzed can be clearly reproduced and deduced in his mind.

What's even more frightening is that Fang Huai won't miss any games.

With one hundred seconds left in the countdown, he found a game of GR in [Wells Jungle] from his memory.

The opponent in that match was a mediocre team, and it was not a pleasure for GR to win, so this match was lost in the sight of the coaching staff just like countless other matches.

But Fang Huai noticed a cooperation of GR.

The cooperation came a little strangely and suddenly, and even gave people the illusion that the first half of GR was acting. Now someone gave an order, and they gathered into fireworks that ignited in the air.

Fang Huai suddenly realized that they were experimenting with new tactics and trying to cover it up skillfully.

GR did succeed, too.

——If they were not facing Fang Huai.

Countdown, 92 seconds.

In Fang Huai's mind, the jungle terrain rises from the ground. If anyone can see it, they will be amazed at the detail of this virtual map.

He seems to have loaded the game into his mind, and to do this, he needs more than thousands of replays of the same map battle situation.

The players from both sides entered the map, and Fang Huai watched every move of the GR players.

He manipulated his team members to evade, counterattack, double-team...

There was silence in his ears, and the attack and defense of the hail of bullets played out in his mind.

Countdown to 80 seconds.

Fang Huai opened his eyes and spoke.

In the earphones, the last timer sounded with only ten seconds left. The monotonous beep sounded like a bell about to pronounce a death sentence for a certain party.

"Have you memorized the tactics?" Fang Huai's voice was as flat as usual, and the calm aura spread from him to fill the entire soundproof room.

He never needed to tell more.

The referee standing behind him witnessed the process of him inferring and reconstructing a new tactic on the spot within 120 seconds. The palms behind his back broke out in cold sweat uncontrollably, and his scalp was numb.

Counting down, Fang Huai closed his notes and lowered his eyes: "GR's strategy is really clever. No matter how we deal with this game, there will still be a unique variable."

"I hand this gun over to you."

"Ring—"

The moment the countdown reached zero, the coach's voice channel was cut off, leaving Fang Huai half-sentenced.

Song Rongtan suddenly clenched the mouse, every inch of his shoulders and neck muscles tensed up, screaming for him to turn his head to look at the person behind him who trusted him completely, but his brain kept sending instructions very rationally.

[no turning back]

[No turning back! ]

Suddenly, a familiar yet unfamiliar cool feeling covered his head.

His fingertips swayed from side to side among the fluffy hair, and finally gave him a light, rewarding pat.

Fang Huai, who was behind him, lowered his eyes, and with a slight and gentle smile on his lips, he finished the unfinished sentence in his heart.

——Ring, you are the only stability in this change.

"Coach Fang?" The referee reminded him.

Fang Huai nodded, raised his hand and left.

After walking out of the soundproof room, he suddenly heard shouts from the audience, subconsciously turning his head back.

On the corner of the big screen that belonged to the RTG players, Song Rongtan raised his eyebrows and made a "1" gesture to the camera again.

He was doing the provocative action before, but his expression did not have the sharp edges and corners before.

It seemed that through the camera, under the attention of everyone, only one person responded.

Inexplicably, Fang Huai's heart beat faster.

His body took a step ahead of his thoughts, and he stretched out his hand towards the screen, his smile, which was usually at most light, was tainted with a bit of flamboyant pride.

He compared the gesture of No.1.

- We will be champions.

for sure.

The author has something to say:

Gouzi: 1!I am 1!

Brother Huai: (followed by a comparison)

Gouzi: Shocked! !