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

The warm light from the lamp gave Fang Huai's side face a soft edge. He stood not far from Song Rongtan, and even leaned slightly to get closer to him.

The young man's indifferent eyes, which have been hidden behind the lenses all year round, are now filled with interest, and the corners of his mouth curled up in an inconspicuous arc.

His voice is not loud, but it seems that he deliberately made such small movements and voices, so that the listener can actively reject all other sounds and listen to him alone.

Song Rongtan's Adam's apple rolled, the tip of his tongue pressed tightly against his jaw, and grazed the roots of his canines fiercely, and his body leaned forward without warning.

Fang Huai subconsciously took half a step back to avoid it.

With a vague look in his eyes, Song Rongtan smiled and said, "Such a special title, it's too violent to call it every day."

Dazed for a moment, Fang Huai turned sideways and sneered, "I hope I can wait until this day."

Until the next day when everyone in RTG got off the plane and went to the hotel, they called the bully holding their loot, but they still didn't shout out.

The manager went to check in with everyone's ID cards. Fang Huai sat down on the sofa, and saw Song Rongtan slid over like a child sitting on the suitcase.

... childish ghost.He chuckled inwardly.

Song Rongtan seemed to have heard the words in his heart, and explained: "I'm not here for fun, I'm just a clean freak."

Fang Huai paused, frowning slightly in doubt.

Song Rongtan suddenly raised his eyebrows and smiled, pointing to the sofa where Fang Huai was sitting: "This, I don't know how many people have sat on it, and it's not like the sofa in our base, which is cleaned by hourly workers every day. The clothes of people who come and go I don't know what to stick to..."

Fang Huai was convinced that he had no cleanliness, but Song Rongtan said so...

He frowned even more tightly, and his muscles tensed uncomfortably: "Are you really a clean freak?" It's best not to trick me.

Song Rongtan saw it, and smiled deeper: "Really, didn't you notice that my desk is very neat? If the coach doesn't believe it, I can invite you to my room when I go back..."

There was a crisp sound of something falling to the ground, and the two turned their heads together, and saw the manager who dropped two room cards on the ground, looking at them with complicated eyes.

Song Rongtan: "No, I..."

The manager raised his hand to stop him, gave him a look of "Stop talking, I understand", bent down and picked up the room card.

"Because it's outside, we'll all live in the standard room to prevent anything from happening." The manager said, "Who does Coach Fang want to live with?"

Song Rongtan rested his hand on the trolley of the suitcase, in disbelief: "Why didn't you ask me? Is this how you treat the sponsor of this trip?"

He had a thorny tone, but what he said was damn reasonable, the manager's head was getting big.

Fang Huai glanced at him lightly, and said, "Let him choose first."

The manager turned to Song Rongtan with an expression of "Oh, my silly son is just too naughty, I'm sorry".

Song Rongtan smiled with his eyes bent, and looked at Fang Huai: "I think it's best for someone to take care of the prickly head, right?"

Fang Huai stepped aside and said calmly, "I'm not a breeder."

"?" Song Rongtan paused.

You don't want to live with me, I want to!

He directly reached out to find his and Fang Huai's ID cards from the manager's hand, and took another room card.

"It doesn't matter. Kidnapped." He snorted lightly, talking about kidnapping, but handed over the room card to Fang Huai for him to keep.

Fang Huai glanced down at the card handed to him.

The frosted gray card was held between the young man's slender and beautiful knuckles, and the simple and beautiful golden pattern on the card surface also served as a foil for that hand.

Song Rongtan handed it forward again, and the rounded corner of the card stuck to the back of Fang Huai's hand.He shook his fingertips slightly, the thin card shook up and down, and rubbed against the back of Fang Huai's hand twice.

"What are you doing?" Fang Huai didn't answer, but turned his head and looked up, his eyes fell on Song Rongtan's face.

The other party rested his chin on his arm, tilted his head and returned a cute chuckle: "The kidnapper surrendered himself."

Fang Huai frowned slightly, and took the room card with a light hum.

"I'll just live with him." He told the manager, who finally showed a relieved expression.

The manager walked away, and Song Rongtan came over eagerly: "Does the coach want to try the suitcase?"

"No." Fang Huai said coldly.

Song Rongtan said unremittingly, "I push you."

Fang Huai admitted that a large part of his refusal was because he felt that sitting on it and sliding with his feet looked really... like a duck paddling.

And Song Rongtan's insane guess about the sofa just now affected him somewhat.

Seeing Fang Huai's hesitation, Song Rongtan got up and gave up his big suitcase.

"Try sitting on me." He patted the wide face of the suitcase like a kid showing off toys with his playmates.

"I'll drag your luggage for you." He finally threw Wang Zha out.

Fang Huai stood up.

Under the shocked eyes of everyone, Fang Huai sat on Song Rongtan's big suitcase, his back still straight, and he sat on the suitcase like a throne.

Song Rongtan pushed him with one hand, and took Fang Huai's small suitcase into the elevator with the other. He was in a good mood and asked casually, "What are you looking at?"

Fang Huai gave up his mobile phone screen and showed him a glance without avoiding suspicion.

[Zhao Zichu]

Song Rongtan:?

"No, you sat on my suitcase and chatted with others?!" He laughed angrily.

Fang Huai raised his eyes faintly: "I can't chat anymore?"

Song Rongtan got stuck.

"First sue me." Fang Huai said.

Song Rongtan subconsciously recalled whether he had done anything in the past two days.

Fang Huai flipped through the chat history and handed him the phone.

It was a screenshot of Weibo, and the content was the "Kidnapping Fang Huai" notice that Song Rongtan posted last night.

The focus is on the number one hot comment that Zhao Zichu specially circled with a red pen below.

[@你好流行fitness my cp to understand: Damn, I just said this, why does it sound so familiar, what a brave man and a dragon, isn't this the fucking way you described your first love? ?exist?Song Rongtan?Come out and explain. ]

Song Rongtan flicked through the screenshots, and raised his eyes to meet Fang Huai's calm gaze in the elevator mirror.

But the more indifferent his gaze was, the more chaotic Song Rongtan's heart beat.

The clear bell of the elevator rang, Fang Huai got up from the suitcase, and reached for his own suitcase.

"Hey!" Song Rongtan subconsciously stretched out his hand to stop him.

Fang Huai looked at him suspiciously: "The outside is a carpet."

Song Rongtan let out a bewildered "ah".

Fang Huai almost looked at him like a fool, and laughed: "The carpet, the suitcase is not easy to push."

The atmosphere was awkward for a moment, until Bibabu's suppressed laugh came from the innermost part of the elevator.

"Song Rongtan, silly dog! Puff chi chi chi..."

Song Rongtan turned around and gave the light bulb who had followed them all the way a fierce look, even the little bald man with the real light bulb next to him suffered.

Fang Huai had already gone a few steps, and Song Rongtan followed with a suitcase.

"You also know that some professional players...for example, I don't have a high level of education." Song Rongtan explained, "I didn't mean it, I really only know this metaphor."

"Oh." Fang Huai said indifferently, "S college students with low education level."

There are three well-known domestic universities in S City, and S University is one of them.

Song Rongtan paused for a moment: "How do you know?"

Fang Huai didn't speak.

Song Rongtan got excited, and kept making noises until entering the room: "Does the coach pay so much attention to me? Is the coach satisfied with my education? Coach..."

Fang Huai couldn't bear it anymore, and sneered: "I only know that if you take two years off from school, if you don't go back to class next year, your S University will be gone."

This remark hit Song Rongtan's weakness - he was sincere and didn't like studying from the bottom of his heart.

He flattened his mouth: "If you don't have it, you'll be gone... What education do you need for a professional player? In the future, when you become a coach, people will only see how many championships you have won, and whoever will judge whether you are an S or a pheasant."

Fang Huai narrowed his eyes slightly, but didn't say much.

RTG's gang of dead houses didn't arrange an overly tight itinerary. Today they just need to fix it in the hotel.

In the evening, everyone had a hot pot together, and Fang Huai went back to his room to take a shower.

Song Rongtan asked him to wash it first, and she sat awkwardly in front of the desk with her hot pot-smelling hair on her head, not wanting to get close to her bed for fear of getting the smell.

"Ring."

Suddenly there was a soft shout with an echo in the bathroom.

"Help me get the shower gel in the suitcase."

Song Rongtan touched his nose and responded.

Fang Huai's suitcase was not big, and Song Rongtan remembered that he came to RTG with this small suitcase at the beginning of the year.

After living abroad for so many years, come back... Is there only such a little thing that I carry with me?

Thinking wildly in his mind, he opened Fang Huai's half-hidden box, and before he could rummage through it, he saw a small medicine bottle rolling out from the upper interlayer.

The English above is full of dense professional vocabulary, and the characters are poured into his brain with a buzzing sound.

A bad premonition gradually spread in his heart, and after hesitating again and again, Song Rongtan slowly took out the phone and entered the letters one by one according to the letters on it, for fear of making a mistake.

The hotel's network is extremely fast, and before he was mentally prepared, under the thick and black "warning words", a line of words suddenly hit his eyes.

[…|suicidal tendencies and antidepressants]

Song Rongtan was cold all over, he picked up the medicine bottle and shook it casually.

Already half empty.

"Ring?" Fang Huai's voice came from the bathroom. It was empty and moist. It fell into Song Rongtan's ears, but it was as cold as autumn dew.

Not hearing Song Rongtan's reply, Fang Huai brushed his hair casually, put on a change of clean pajamas and came out, then froze in place.

Song Rongtan half-kneeled in front of his suitcase, looked up at him in a trance, the medicine in his hand shook mechanically, making an empty knocking sound.

Fang Huai lowered his eyes, hiding his unsurprised expression.In Song Rongtan's eyes, it became an escape.

He said in a hoarse voice, "Fang Huai...what's wrong with you."

Obviously, Fang Huai opened his mouth, but he still couldn't say what he had already written.

"...It's vitamin C." His voice was a little dry.

Song Rongtan smiled, but with a strong sense of self-mockery: "Fang Huai, it's not that I can't read..."

Fang Huai raised his head and laughed, "I know, a talented student."

He opened a bottle of mineral water and walked over, sat down on the corner of the bed near the suitcase, and took the medicine bottle.

"It's really vitamin C." He smiled, poured out a small white tablet, and threw it into the water.

Fine air bubbles quickly emerged from the tablet, dragging its tail like a silver ring and sinking down. When it stopped at the bottom of the bottle, most of it had already melted.

"Here." Fang Huai handed the bottle to Song Rongtan with a calm tone, "The original medicine in it is not so soluble."

Song Rongtan looked up at him, poured out two pills and threw them into his mouth.

Fang Huai watched his face become tense due to the sudden burst of sour smell, and felt a little helpless: "You... What if I lie to you, and you just casually take medicine of unknown origin?"

Song Rongtan didn't speak, maybe it was because of being sour, or for some other reason.

Fang Huai waited quietly for the vitamin C in his mouth to melt, and he thought he could speak before he said, "Is there anything you want to ask?"

"...you can answer them all?" Song Rongtan looked at him.

Fang Huai nodded and gave a soft "hmm".

Song Rongtan felt that he might be soured into a trance, but he could hear some softness in Fang Huai's tone.

"This... have you eaten?" he asked, "I mean, it used to contain these..."

Fang Huai paused before answering: "I ate some, but poured the rest away."

After a long silence, Song Rongtan forcefully squeezed out a hoarse "Oh".

Fang Huai was still waiting for him to come up with the second question, but he didn't expect to wait until such a sound. He frowned slightly, and his patience began to drain rapidly.

One second before he was about to get up and walk away, Song Rongtan finally spoke.

"you……"

Fang Huai concentrated.

What will he ask?reason?illness?Or...why did you tell him this?

Fang Huai didn't notice that his emotions seemed to be a little out of control.

His voice was still as calm as a deep well, but his fingers clenched the corner of the quilt tightly, and his flat-cut nails unconsciously kept scraping against the rough fabric, rubbing his fingertips red.

He stared intently at Song Rongtan, seeing that he was hesitant to speak, his usually bright and smiling eyes only reflected his dark silhouette at this moment.

Did I choose wrong.Fang Huai thought suddenly.

...these eyes should be filled with light.

Suddenly, a hand came over gently, covering his eyes.

While falling into darkness, Fang Huai crashed into a warm embrace.

Song Rongtan's breath was suddenly let out by him gently and long.

The scorching breath disturbed the congealed air in Fang Huai's nose, and he thought of breathing.

"Don't think about it..." Song Rongtan's voice was close at hand, hoarse, with some wetness that was like crying.

"I... don't ask anything."

The past replayed back and forth in Fang Huai's mind suddenly stopped, as if covered by a layer of hot mist by these words, he could no longer see clearly.

He blinked slowly, his eyelashes flicking on Song Rongtan's palm.

It must be itchy, he thought.But Song Rongtan just shook his hand slightly, still firmly covering his eyes.

Fang Huai's mind was empty, but he stretched out his hand to touch Song Rongtan's face, and gently brushed his eye sockets with his fingertips.

As expected, it was wiped with a little wet water mark.

He rubbed it again, but Song Rongtan turned his head slightly, and the water marks lightly wiped a mark on his face.

"Don't touch it...Brother Huai."

The author has something to say:

touch?What touch!where to touch! (Suddenly Excited.jpg)

"Chengzi Diary"

Gouzi called me today and told me that he called Brother Huai on the bed. I was very excited and planned to send him a red egg, but it turned out that it was not what I thought.I customized a [Song Rongtan can't do it] pennant and sent it to him, sisters, do you think I did it right?

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I'm Hanhan, I put it in the manuscript box and forgot to send it regularly, I refresh like a clown like crazy (tears)