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

After living for more than 20 years, Fang Huai clearly realized one thing for the first time——

It seems to me that I can eat soft but not hard.

No matter how Ring is named a god in the e-sports circle, and stabbed in the interview... In fact, he is just a young man who just passed his 20th birthday.

If you put it in school, you are just a college student who has not entered the society.

When Fang Huai thought this way, he didn't realize that he was only three years older than him.

He calmed down: "I didn't mean to kill you that day."

Song Rongtan's eyes lit up.

"But what you said, my answer is still no."

Fang Huai looked at his ears and eyes, and felt that his words were like some kind of switch, making the light in his eyes turn on and off.

Song Rongtan lowered his eyes, but didn't ask him the reason again.

After a pause of two seconds, Fang Huai suddenly said, "I refuse because my competitive state is not stable, not because of anything else."

He himself couldn't tell what the "other" that came out of his mouth referred to.

"Is there anything else you want to ask?" He looked at Song Rongtan for a while, and the other party shook his head.

Fang Huai hummed, and was about to leave when Song Rongtan stopped him.

The blond young man pointed to the document in his hand: "Then you...don't you forgive me?"

Fang Huai understood: "Then you help me deliver it?"

Song Rongtan made a decisive decision: "Impossible! Give it to me and I will destroy it immediately!"

Fang Huai: "... What are you doing to destroy the information of the youth training players?"

"Ah?" Song Rongtan took the document in Fang Huai's hand and flipped through it twice, then heaved a sigh of relief.

After a while, Fang Huai looked at him: "You don't think this is my resignation letter, do you?"

Song Rongtan coughed lightly: "No."

Fang Huai smiled lightly, his gaze stayed on Song Rongtan's outstretched arm for two seconds: "Wait here for me."

He went back to the office and found a bottle of essential oil from the corner of the table. When he went out, Song Rongtan was like a good dog waiting outside the store. He didn't move half a step, and his eyes followed him in and out.

Fang Huai shook his head to get rid of this strange idea, and handed him the essential oil: "Wipe."

Song Rongtan didn't know how long he had been squatting at the door of Xia Ye, his arms were covered with mosquitoes' brilliant achievements, and those who didn't know thought that the star player Ring was bullied at the RTG base.

"...Give it to me!" Song Rongtan looked at Fengyoujing, as if he was looking at some rare treasure, and hesitantly stretched out his hand.

Fang Huai found it funny: "I thought you were that poor young man from before?"

"Ten yuan a bottle."

"Okay!" Song Rongtan smiled, Fang Huai froze for a moment, then looked away and urged him to go back to the training room to do what he should do.

Behind him, the assistant coach packed up his things and came out, touched his beer belly with a smile: "You are the only one who dares to tease him like that."

Fang Huai said calmly, "It's quite fun."

The assistant coach's gaze implied deep meaning, but Fang Huai couldn't understand it.

"I thought you wouldn't get along with him. After all, they seem to be very assertive." The assistant coach smiled like a Maitreya Buddha. "I didn't expect that the two of you have the best relationship after the spring season."

Fang Huai frowned slightly, puzzled.

For the first time, he knew that in the eyes of outsiders, he and Song Rongtan were very familiar.

But it seems... Ring is really different.he thinks.

I seldom joke around with people, but Song Rongtan always seems to have this kind of temperament that makes people want to make a few words, just like walking on the road and seeing a cute dog passing by, I can't help squatting down and barking twice .

"Ring is a player I admire very much." He nodded and said.

The assistant coach looked at him again, smiled and said nothing.

When Song Rongtan returned to the training room, his teammates were all broadcasting live.

"Where have you been, dog!" Bibabu asked, "Your fan gave me a sunbath and asked me where you are."

Song Rongtan pulled out the chair and sat down, smiling: "I went to buy essential oil."

"Fart." Bibabu yelled at him, "Can I buy essential oil for one night?"

Song Rongtan raised her eyebrows: "High-grade essential oil, ten yuan a bottle."

Bibabu turned back in shock: "What advanced stuff! Show me?"

Song Rongtan gave him a happy back with braids still shaking.

"I don't want to watch it, just broadcast it to you."

On the other side, the manager's office.

"Ask me to get the materials, just do some errands, why did Coach Fang deliver them in person?" the manager said embarrassedly.

Fang Huai did not comment.

The assistant coach said: "The two of us came here mainly to talk to you about something."

"Our physical therapist, let him work overtime during the offseason and go on a trip with him."

The manager immediately frowned: "Who is injured?"

"Big clock..." the assistant coach rubbed his brows.

Fang Huai said: "In the last two days of training, his operation has been deformed, and I have seen him rubbing his wrists. It's best to pay attention."

The manager was stunned for a while: "Da Zhong... How old is he this year?"

"22...23 in the second half." The assistant coach said.

Fang Huai sat silently on the sofa, looking down at the player information in his hand again, but his mind was not on it.

At 23 years old, for TETD professional players, he is indeed a veteran on the verge of retirement.

"Hey... I'll let the doctor take a look at it tomorrow. I'm probably just a little tired right now, so there's still time." The manager said, "Take advantage of the offseason to make adjustments, it's fine."

Fang Huai closed the file: "But in the current domestic competition, apart from GR's First, there is no sniper who is more suitable for RTG than Da Zhong."

The manager's eyes lit up: "Coach Fang, you mean..."

"First is the head player of GR, it is impossible to come to RTG." Fang Huai raised his eyes, his voice was cold, shattering the unrealistic hope in the manager's heart.

"At present, this year is the most likely year for RTG."

There was silence in the manager's office.

After a long time, Fang Huai stood up and said, "Observe the situation during the offseason. After I come back, I will adjust the training plan according to the situation of the players."

Originally, he didn't plan to participate in the team building of RTG during the offseason, but now he needs to pay attention to the condition of Da Zhong's hands. There are some things that the physical therapist can't explain clearly over the phone. The best way is for him to follow in person. .

The manager sighed and nodded: "By the way, Coach Fang, recently... Has any other team contacted you?"

Fang Huai recalled the backlog of letters in his mailbox, and said honestly, "I don't know."

In the past few days, besides work, he has been double rowing with Ah Yuan. The child seems to have encountered some emotional problems recently. He has no experience, so he can only be an audience.

Therefore, he hadn't had time to open any of the invitation letters with various team name suffixes in the mailbox.

The manager touched his head: "We are planning to not announce the fact that you signed with RTG for a whole year for the time being, do you think so...?"

"It's okay." Fang Huai said.

The manager smiled: "That's good, don't bother Coach Fang, the plane tomorrow morning, go out to have fun and relax! Coach Fang hasn't been out of the base since he returned to China."

Fang Huai also felt a little lighter, and nodded to leave.

Back in the dormitory, Fang Huai was packing his luggage when there was a knock on the door.

He opened the door and saw Song Rongtan poking his head out from behind, followed by Bibabu.

Seeing him packing his luggage, Song Rongtan also paused: "Why did the coach pack his things?"

"I just decided to go today." Fang Huai didn't say much.

Song Rongtan's eyes lit up, and he said with a smile, "Fortunately, I went to apologize to you today, otherwise..."

Fang Huai raised his eyes, and said in a very calm tone: "It has nothing to do with you."

Song Rongtan's smile remained unchanged, obviously not believing what he said.

"What's the matter?" Fang Huai asked.

Bibabu said: "Oh, we came here to say that we have already brought some things, so the coach doesn't need to bring them. Let me check the list..."

Fang Huai understood, stepped aside and let them enter the door first.

Song Rongtan's eyes fell on the beautiful little star jar on his desk, gold and silver mixed together, shining brightly under the light.

He bent his eyes and asked with a smile, "Did you fold that jar of stars yourself?"

Fang Huai glanced: "Half."

Bibabu heard the sound and looked over, his eyes widened in surprise: "I'll go! Is the coach a girlfriend?"

Before Fang Huai could speak, Song Rongtan raised his eyebrows first: "Boys can't be folded?"

Bibabu looked weird: "But this thing was played by the girls in my class when I was in school...it's folded in fancy ways, so there are so many styles."

He took a closer look and commented: "This jar is very simple, with only five-pointed stars in it."

After all the words were out of his mouth, he realized what he had said. He turned his eyes and began to patch: "Ah, but! I think the color matching aesthetic of the coach's girlfriend is very good. This gold and silver complement each other..."

Fang Huai said helplessly, "I don't have a girlfriend."

Bibabuka shell.

Song Rongtan stood there thinking for two seconds, then suddenly raised his voice: "Then you lied to me before?!"

Fang Huai frowned: "What."

Song Rongtan gestured: "Just before, we went back to the dormitory together, and I asked you if you texted your girlfriend..."

The voice of his memory gradually weakened, and he seemed to be belatedly aware of his deceitfulness.

Fang Huai turned his head and continued to pack his luggage, smiling lightly.

"... Childish ghost."

Song Rongtan touched his nose behind him and laughed too.

"Coach, there seems to be a message on your phone." Bibabu at the table said.

Fang Huai put down the clothes in his hand, walked over to check his phone, with a helpless expression.

"Is there any trouble?" Song Rongtan asked.

Fang Huai said casually, "It's First, asking me if I'm going to GR."

Song Rongtan almost popped out the word "well" next to his forehead, he gritted his teeth: "The dog Zhao Zichu is endless!"

"Captain! Beat him!" Bibabu fanned the flames, "Before the end of the singles match, he also told the coach that GR welcomes him, and the revenge of the coach will be sworn!"

The two short-tempered assaulters looked at Fang Huai in unison.

Fang Huai laughed: "Look what I'm doing. If you want to make an appointment, you still want to ask what the shield means?"

This meant that there was no stopping it, Song Rongtan immediately became more confident and made a phone call.

The moment the phone was connected, Zhao Zichu opened fire on the opposite side: "What are you doing, Song Dog! Why are you disturbing people's sleep in the middle of the night?"

"Are you sleeping? Then who sent messages to our coach in the middle of the night to poach the wall?"

Zhao Zichu scolded angrily, "You..."

Song Rongtan grinned: "Pay attention to the way you speak! I'm with the coach now, and the hands-free is on, understand?"

The other side fell silent for a moment, Song Rongtan looked at Fang Huai as if asking for credit, and chuckled silently.

When he turned around to talk on the phone, he straightened his face again: "Although this matter is still confidential, it's okay to tell you in advance. Anyway, we are also playing professionally together, so let's share the happiness with you."

Zhao Zichu suppressed his anger: "...say."

Song Rongtan said every word: "Our coach has renewed his contract."

"Ah??" There was a sound of something being overturned from Zhao Zichu's side.

"He, no, yes, go! Understand?" Song Rongtan said kindly.

Hearing the sound of soldiers and horses over there, Fang Huai subconsciously cast his gaze.

Soon, Zhao Zichu's voice came from the opposite side: "Give the phone to the coach."

"What's the matter with you? That's our coach, please say 'RTG coach'. Doesn't GR have its own coach?" Song Rong said, "I'm using the speakerphone, and he's listening."

Zhao Zichu's voice suddenly softened, and he said aggrievedly: "Is what he said true? Brother Huai...you just praised my progress yesterday."

Fang Huai suddenly said lightly: "Not necessarily."

Song Rongtan:? ? !

He looked over with wide eyes, and then saw the playful look in Fang Huai's eyes, he was relieved, but soon remembered another important point in Zhao Zichu's words.

"What do you call him?" Song Rongtan frowned.

Zhao Zichu showed off calmly: "Brother Huai."

Song Rongtan's head buzzed, "Why do you call it that!"

Zhao Zichu was puzzled: "What is it called? I've only heard me call it that, and I was the first one to call it that!"

"You...!" Song Rongtan forcibly swallowed the words he almost blurted out, choking uncomfortably.

He suddenly had the feeling of lifting a rock to hit himself in the foot, and it had to be the level of a huge boulder.

Obviously he called first...but he couldn't say.

Song Rongtan turned his head to see Fang Huai's suspicious expression, his heart ached, and the corners of his lips drooped.

He suddenly felt the feeling of "hate that the opposite side doesn't know each other", and there was an idea in his heart that was about to move, but he pressed it down again.

Fang Huai looked at him quietly for a few seconds, and said, "Someone called before you."

Zhao Zichu was stunned for a moment: "Wh, when?"

After thinking for a moment, Fang Huai chuckled: "Two or three years ago."

Song Rongtan blinked, as if a firework exploded in his heart, the sound echoed with the heartbeat, dazzling, but not as good as Fang Huai's slightly raised mouth.

He smiled, and turned to the phone with a high toe: "Your name is very good, you are not allowed to say it in the future."

"The next second, it's mine."

After all, before Zhao Zichu could raise his voice, he raised his hand and hung up the phone.

Fang Huai laughed: "What do you call a bully?" Seemingly infected by the conversation between the two of them, Fang Huai opened his mouth with a metaphor that was far from his style.

"The professional circle is a thorn in the head, and he does all kinds of bully things." Song Rongtan rolled his eyes, "Take the coach of the four crowns... ah, now he is the coach of the five crowns."

Fang Huai smiled.

"I can take the blame for detaining the five-time champion coach in RTG. I don't mind." Song Rongtan spread his hands.

After thinking about it, he clicked on Weibo on his mobile phone and typed.

[@RTG-Ring: I would like to announce to everyone that the bully in this professional circle has detained Brother Huai in RTG for a period of one year.Some self-proclaimed brave @GR-First can come to challenge. ]

As a high-intensity Internet surfer, Zhao Zichu rushed to the comments and cursed at the first time, but Song Rongtan completely ignored it.

After posting on Weibo, he put his phone back into his pocket, raised his eyes to meet Fang Fanghuai's smiling gaze, and suddenly hesitated about the name just on his lips.

This was the first time he stood face to face with Fang Huai...speaking like this.

Fang Huai raised his eyebrows slightly: "Why don't you call me a bully?"

The author has something to say:

Brother Huai: Good boy, call me brother.

The dog is cute: can it bark at any time?

Brother Huai:?

These two people are chatting every day and doing some small theaters that Chengzi can't understand! (The eyes are round.jpg)