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

Two years ago, in the last game of the CRC Spring Split, the opponent was a team that was always at the bottom of the league.

Fang Huai sat on the competition bench, and there was a dead silence in the earphones.They were clearly teammates who fought side by side, but at this moment they were all stern-faced, without any communication.

——There was really no way to communicate.

Except for him, the scout and the two Raiders are from different regions, and no one else can understand what they want to say to each other.

"Uh, all of you will listen to Captain Fang Huai's command on the field for a while." During the 120-second tactical preparation time, the coach only said this sentence dryly, still speaking in international English, but no one responded.

The coach who asked for embarrassment also knew that what he said was just a display, so he could only step down in resentment.

Of course the first round was lost.In the second game, the teammates all seemed to be sleepwalking.

Obviously they are all well-ranked players in each competition area, but at this moment they are running around like headless chickens.

This style of fighting each other may be able to win by relying on personal strength in the passerby game, but in the professional league, there is only one dead end.

In the past, Fang Huai would try his best to run on the map with a sniper rifle on his back, sacrifice his dazzling record, and become the thread that stitches his teammates together.

But it is difficult to support alone, and his teammates rarely give him feedback.

Fang Huai finally gave up. He changed his previous style of play, as if he wanted to burn himself out, but that little glimmer failed to bring CRC a victory.

This game became CRC's worst game of the season, but it was also Fang Huai's game with the highest personal rating of the season.

The fans in the audience seemed to see the backbone and the savior, shouting "Square" and "Old God Returns".

Fang Huai didn't take a look, got up and walked backstage, not even cleaning up the peripherals.

"I'll see you off." He casually told the referee.

After returning to the club, he threw his two-year salary card on Zhou Yuansheng's desk, terminated his contract and retired.

The photo of Fang Huai leaving with a cold face after the game became his last appearance in the domestic professional circle.

They were puzzled, painful, and even angry... But no one knew that Fang Huai's hand in his pocket was so trembling that he couldn't hold the mouse or the keyboard.

After the top peripherals of his custom keycaps were taken away by the referee, they were put up for auction on second-hand websites, and some even claimed to buy them to smash them up to vent their anger.

……

"You still want to play professionally, right? You took GG to participate in the World Championship last year, and I saw you watching them from the audience..."

Fang Huai looked away.

There was no longer Song Rongtan Qiai's persuasive gaze, but his dry voice could still be heard.

"I can help you……"

Feeling the tightness of the sleeve fabric on his arm, Fang Huai lowered his eyes and struggled away.

"You read it wrong." He said coldly, "This is my own business."

Song Rongtan's hand froze in the air, but finally slowly retracted it.

He was keenly aware that Fang Huai seemed to be surrounded by a thick impenetrable wall suddenly, no matter how much he usually joked with him, he was still the one who was not allowed to enter.

"I thought we were friends." Song Rongtan said.

Fang Huai didn't answer, but just raised his head and looked at him slightly.

"Break time is almost over." Finally he said, his voice still cold, "What are you still standing here for?"

The atmosphere was completely deadlocked, the dull pain in his knee spread, and Song Rongtan almost laughed angrily.

He got up and looked down at Fang Huai, and twitched the corners of his mouth: "Nothing, I'm here to say good news to you."

"See, I broke your record, I beat you."

——So you obviously still have the strength, come back quickly and get your record back.

Fang Huai's eyes fell on the dazzling record on the TV, and he paused for two seconds.

"It's long overdue," he said, "and you think a singles match is enough to beat me?"

Song Rongtan's pupils shrank, and the hands hanging beside him slowly clenched.

"World champion?" Song Rongtan sneered, lowered his eyebrows, turned and went out.

"I still have at least three years left in my career, and your record is already fixed."

The door of the lounge was slammed shut. Fang Huai calmly looked at the pendant shaking behind the door. He spread his left hand on his knee and held it slowly. The hideous wound under the strap had long since healed, but Still aching in my heart.

He thought that he was used to standing in the audience watching the players.But Song Rongtan's words were like the key to Pandora's box, opening the box that was sealed by him and filled with countless emotions.

……

After retiring that year, he went to Country K to join Fang Yaoming. He hadn't touched a game for more than half a month, and it was only then that the old captain discovered the clue.

Because of his hand problem, the two went to many hospitals together, but finally stayed in a psychological clinic.

Fang Huai can't remember the doctor's diagnosis at that time, including what happened during the treatment.

I just remember the doctor asking him, "Do you like esports?"

His hands trembled so much that he couldn't stop, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "I like it."

Finally the doctor said.

"Then let go of what you like."

Treatment is a long and arduous process, and the only thing that can record that period of time seems to be the jar of small silver stars that Yuan has crumpled by himself.

He would take one apart almost every day to see what was written inside, and fold it back in a strange way.

On the day when only one little star remained, the doctor announced that it was his last visit to the clinic.

"Congratulations, Fang! You can continue to work in the industry you like in the future." The doctor had a bright and warm smile on his face, and Fang Yaoming, who called him, almost cried with joy.

"If you don't want to go back to China, you can come back in our team." Fang Yaoming said, "You have also met the boys in our team, and everyone likes you very much."

Fang Huai stood on the side of the street with people coming and going, and when he heard the words of playing a job again, his heart was as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

He lowered his eyes and shook his head.

"No, Team Fang. I want to...be a coach."

……

When Fang Huai struggled out of memory, the solo competition was coming to an end.He looked at the game records on his phone and raised his eyebrows.

After Song Rongtan left the lounge, he was in a bad mood, but his condition improved by leaps and bounds.The number of kills in successive rounds has remained at 20.

The current number of kills in the fifth round has even reached 29—another verge of breaking the record.

"Finals! It's the finals again!" The commentator roared, "There are still three people in the finals, and Ring is only one head away from the record he just set!!"

"Okay! The gunshot rang out, someone exposed the location! Ring raised the gun and aimed!!"

"Kills! 30 kills in a single game! Ring broke his own record on the day he broke the record, and even has a chance to go one step further!!"

"The distance between the two players was very close, but neither of them spotted each other!"

On the broadcast screen, the game screen was dead silent for a while, only the voice of the commentator had been hoarse, shouting frantically.

The indifference on Fang Huai's face that had been stagnant due to memories suddenly loosened, and he spoke softly.

"No, he found out."

In the next second, Song Rongtan in the screen turned around and shot without warning, even omitting the link of aiming.

It seems that the direction is determined in the brain, and the wrist and body are as accurate as automatic cruise.

"Shoot! Kill!! The number of kills in a single game - 31!!"

"A new record! Belongs to—Ring!!!"

The rebroadcast camera fell on Song Rongtan's face, he just twitched the corner of his mouth as if coping, but Bibabu who was not far away was so excited that he almost jumped up.

Fang Huai's calm heartbeat suddenly accelerated slowly, and the blood running through his limbs became scorching hot. His left fingertips subconsciously lifted up and down, as if they were typing on a keyboard.

Realizing this, he stretched out his right hand and grasped the dangling left fingertips.A voice in his heart told him.

Fang Huai, don't go...don't go again.

He looked down at his fingertips.

...The RTG team had a greater influence on him than he imagined.

The door of the lounge was pushed open noisily by Bibabu and the others. The final results of the few of them today were not bad. Bibabu and Dazhong ranked fourth and seventh respectively. They were originally weak in firearms. Mai also got 11th place.

"Coach, aren't we amazing!" Bibabu's eyes sparkled.

Fang Huai's expression was indifferent: "Well, you have already left the teacher."

Bibabu was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and after regaining his composure, he lowered his head and sent a message to Song Rongtan cracklingly.

[Bibab: Damn you!Song Rongtan, you bitch!What did you tell the coach when you returned to the waiting room in the first round?Does the coach seem to want to take us? ! !Hold! ]

However, Song Rongtan was still being interviewed in the interview booth.

"Ring, finally fulfilled my wish, and accomplished it twice in a row, how do you feel?" The host smiled like a flower.

Song Rongtan's face was filled with stinking, and he was silent for a long time before opening his mouth.

"It doesn't feel that good either."

After the single player competition, the spring competition came to a successful conclusion, and the professional players ushered in a month-long offseason.

RTG will also train for three more days, review the entire spring season schedule, and then go to a certain place to travel and build a group.

RTG scored first in the team competition, and also achieved excellent results in the single competition. Logically speaking, they should have looked happy, but the atmosphere in the base was bleak.

Because the two leaders in the base—the coach and the captain—seemed to be fighting with each other.

During the training, everything was as usual, but each other's tone was a bit colder.The situation is even worse when there is no training, like two large ice blocks suddenly falling from the sky in the RTG base.

According to this posture, it may not be possible to go out for group building in peace and security.

Before the evening training on the third day of extra training, Bibabu finally couldn't bear it and dragged Song Rongtan aside.

"Did you read the message I sent you that day?!" Bibabu was furious.

Song Rongtan said with a straight face, "Look."

"But what does it matter to you?"

Bibabu took a deep breath and gritted his teeth: "...you fucking... learn from a coach, right?"

"You have the ability to learn from the coach, and you have the ability to reconcile with others!"

Song Rongtan put his pockets in his hands and didn't speak.

Bibabu is also poor at words, he is not a persuasive personality, and he is already a good brother in this respect.

Song Rongtan's cell phone rang suddenly, he took it out to have a look, then left Bibabu to answer the call elsewhere.

"Hello? Brother." He said.

On the opposite side, his brother seemed to be in a hurry and didn't let him finish his sentence.

"The last time I asked me to investigate, I got some clues." The other party said, "Fang Huai received psychological treatment in Country K for a period of time...Of course, the specific content cannot be found."

Song Rongtan clutched the phone tightly.

"You...continue talking."

The other party noticed that his voice was hoarse, paused, and continued.

"And what about him at CRC...that's a long story."

"Fang Huai was adopted. His adoptive parents were businessmen. Their family was in trouble. After the adoptive mother passed away, his alcoholic adoptive father got involved in gambling again. Not only was he carrying the company's debts, but he also owed a lot of gambling debts. His character was not very good. OK...not to mention the specifics."

"Fang Huai himself signed the CRC contract, and there was something wrong with the contract. The annual salary for the first year was extremely high, and he was given money after signing the contract, which was just enough for him to pay off the debts owed by his adoptive father's company."

Song Rongtan asked dryly: "What about the terms of exchange..."

"Signed in CRC for six years at the lowest price."

Song Rongtan's eyes turned red immediately.

six years...

There are many six years in the human lifespan, but for professional players, there is only one, or even less than one.

Many professional players in TETD are around 22 or 23 years old, and retired sadly due to injuries.

When Fang Huai signed this contract at the age of 18, it was equivalent to selling his career to CRC at the lowest starting price.

"...Crying?" His brother asked over the phone.

Song Rongtan tried her best to say in a calm tone: "No, you continue."

He raised his sleeve and wiped his eyes twice.

It was already nine o'clock after Fang Huai finished his day's work. The manager called him and asked him to borrow a document. He got up and planned to deliver it in person, and asked some questions by the way.

After pushing open the door, he was stunned for a moment, and saw a group of figures squatting at his door.

"Ring?" He frowned.

Song Rongtan woke up like a dream when his name was called, and hurriedly got up.

Just as Fang Huai wanted to criticize him for not being in the training room during training time, he remembered that this guy in front of him would do 100% of his training well in advance even during the Cold War.

So it stands to reason that Song Rongtan is indeed free now.

With no reason to restrain him, Fang Huai planned to bypass him.

"……sorry."

Fang Huai paused.

"I was wrong. I shouldn't have said that to you that day. It was because I didn't consider your thoughts...don't ignore me."

Song Rongtan raised his eyes, but he still looked like he wanted to look but didn't dare to look.

Fang Huai frowned, and when his eyes fell on his reddened eye sockets, his brain went blank for a moment.

Isn't it... Crying, crying?

The author has something to say:

Brother Huai: Did I scold the prickly head? (soft heart)

Gouzi: Tell the truth, do you just like watching me cry?

Brother Huai: (silent)

Gouzi: I can cry for you, but the tears I shed, you have to return them to me twice in other places.

Brother Huai: ...?

Where, Chengzi doesn't understand (pure eyes)

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