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

This was the first time Fang Huai heard the word "Brother Huai" from another population.

Different from the mellow and brisk enunciation of the younger brother of the netizen, Song Rongtan's voice was hoarse and seemed to be restrained.

But he doesn't care about it now.

Song Rongtan's voice fell in his ears like a cat with a barbed tongue gently licking the palm of his hand.

The movements are gentle, with a moderate force that makes people calm, but the small hooks make people feel a little itchy.

Even the words that were kind of begging just now have become a feather that doesn't hurt or itch.

"I didn't touch you." Fang Huai smiled lightly and explained, "But your tears wet my hands."

"I—" Song Rongtan spoke, but stopped abruptly, silently grabbed the towel she was about to take a bath in, and wiped it on Fang Huai's fingertips.

Two seconds later, the hand covering Fang Huai's eyes left. He opened his eyes and saw Song Rongtan fleeing from behind.

"...I'm going to take a shower." Song Rongtan muffled, "Hair smells like hot pot."

Fang Huai looked at his own shower gel that he hid in the bathroom together with his hand, and hummed calmly.

Song Rongtan took a bath for an hour, and when he came out, there was only one lamp on in the room, and Fang Huai was lying on his side on the soft bed, obviously asleep.

After a pause, Song Rongtan stepped lightly, went back to the bathroom and wiped her wet hair with a towel, without turning on the hair dryer again.

He lay down on another bed. The distance between the two beds was about half a meter. He could see Fang Huai's slender eyelashes clearly through the light, but he couldn't touch them.

He silently moved towards Fang Huai's direction.

The desk lamp outlined a shadow from behind him, slanting down on Fang Huai's hand hanging outside the bed.

Fang Huai took off the watch that never left his wrist and put it on the bedside. The skin under the watch strap was whiter, but the scar appeared more ferocious.

Song Rongtan was in a daze.He didn't know if Fang Huai had forgotten that he was still here...or if he showed it to him on purpose.

He moved his arm, and the shadow also swayed, and gently pressed against Fang Huai's slender white wrist like a baby.

He leaned over, didn't approach, just kissed his wrist with his shadow.

The desk lamp was turned off, and the feelings that were suppressed in the bottom of the young man's heart quietly dissipated in the darkness.

Early the next morning, the weather was not good, and everyone in RTG yawned and got up to play, but found that it was pouring rain outside.

"Why don't you find an Internet cafe?" Ah Mai said suddenly.

Bibabu took a sneak look at Fang Huai who was eating breakfast slowly.

Fang Huai didn't raise his head, and said flatly, "On vacation, no training."

The eyes of everyone who yawned suddenly lit up.

Then if you say this, I won't be sleepy anymore!

"Let's go!!" Bibabu took out his mobile phone and searched for a while, "There is an Internet cafe next to the hotel, it's a chain, and the environment is great!"

"Is there a box?" the assistant coach asked.

Bibabu was excited: "Seven people!"

"Let's go! Brothers, go back and grab the peripherals—"

A group of players ran away in a hurry, and only Song Rongtan remained at the dinner table.

Fang Huai looked at him: "Aren't you going?"

Song Rongtan shrugged: "I can't get in."

Fang Huai just wanted to give him the card, but was stopped.

"It's okay, you're almost finished eating, I'll wait for you."

Fang Huai didn't say anything, and finished the meal with the strangely loving eyes of the assistant coach opposite.

"Why do you travel with peripherals?" Fang Huai asked in the elevator.

Song Rongtan smiled: "Don't you travel with it?"

Fang Huai paused: "I don't have time to travel."

Song Rongtan was startled slightly, touched his nose: "I brought two sets, you can use mine."

"...Isn't it cleanliness?" Fang Huai raised his eyes.

Song Rongtan was stuck for a while, and only said: "Two different things."

"You are sitting in my suitcase, isn't the keyboard a reason?"

Fang Huai smiled lightly.

The RTG group wore masks and hats, covered their faces tightly in Da Xia Tian and went out.

"Why do I have to wear it?" Fang Huai raised the brim of his baseball cap uncomfortably, and there was a huge Ring written on it.

"There are also some players, why do they bring their surroundings with them?"

"Samples that haven't been released yet, bring them for fun." Song Rongtan's sweater had a wide hood, covering his golden hair, and smiled.

"Brothers, I see why the coach is so strange." Bibabu walked backwards in front, rubbing his chin and opening his mouth.

Fang Huai frowned, and subconsciously wanted to lift his hat.

Bibabu thought for a moment, then suddenly clapped his palms: "I know! Damn!"

"Like the kind of star who avoids being photographed by the paparazzi!"

Song Rongtan turned his head to look at Fang Huai carefully.

A pure black baseball cap, a black mask, glasses, a low-key solid color sweater...

Fang Huai has a well-proportioned figure. When he walks, he has a straight back and a slender and steady body. He really looks like a star out of the street.

Song Rongtan subconsciously took out his phone and took a picture.

The sound of the shutter is unmistakable.

"Good guy, is the paparazzi blowing himself up?" Da Zhong laughed.

"Don't talk nonsense." Song Rongtan snorted lightly, "I'm an assistant to a big star, can an assistant's work be called sneak shooting? That's called Reuters!"

Bibabu pointed at him: "Hahahaha, then you should send it out for business."

Song Rongtan put away the phone and stuffed it into his pocket: "Forget it, the photos are not good."

Bibabu immediately turned his head and complained: "Coach! Song Gou said you are not good-looking!"

Song Rongtan:?Dare to take it out of context again?

Fang Huai laughed lightly, turned his head to look at Song Rongtan: "Then fire."

"?" Song Rongtan raised his foot to catch up with Fang Huai, with a nasty voice, "I have your photo in my hand, if you don't want it to be exposed, then take back your words."

Fang Huai slightly raised his eyebrows, took out his phone and pressed it twice, showing it to Song Rongtan.

On the screen is the dial interface, with three large characters.

——[110].

Bibabu poked his head around to see it from behind, and let out a shocking laugh.

"What you did is extortion." Fang Huai gently pushed his glasses, and said calmly, "Now I give you a chance to reform."

The manager suddenly said: "After all the photos are taken, let's post it. You didn't want to let you wear it and take a photo on Weibo before, but now you don't post it to your head office."

Bibabu suddenly said: "Yes, this hat seems to be selling soon, right?"

As he said that, the manager came over to see the photos Song Rongtan took, and checked for him.

Song Rongtan hid for a while.

"...I'll take pictures, I'll take pictures." He said helplessly, "I'll take pictures when I get to the box, okay?"

Just kidding, he wanted to make his own screensaver for that photo just now, so why send it out for others to use? !

The environment of the Internet cafe is good, and the guy at the front desk is probably their fan. When several people were registering online with their ID cards, the young man pinched them several times.

Bibabu started the live broadcast, and Song Rongtan was arrested by the manager to take a photo of the hat, and the remaining four people lined up in a 4V4. The opposite party probably knew that this was a four-line professional player, and worked from beginning to end.

At the end of the round, Da Zhong rubbed his wrist without a trace, got up and smiled.

"It seems that I didn't sleep well last night, and I was a little sleepy." He said.

A Mai said: "Then you want to go back and rest?"

Bibabu bluffed: "Let's play two more rounds! You were still energetic just now, can't playing games make you happy!"

The little bald head also nodded: "If Brother Zhong is not here, we will have no snipers."

Da Zhong suddenly pointed to the sofa beside him: "Who said there are no snipers?"

Fang Huai, who was sitting on the sofa and looked down at his phone, looked up when he heard the sound.

There was a moment of silence in the box.

[Why did you stop talking all of a sudden? ]

[ah? Does RTG have a new sniper? ]

Bibabu glanced at the bullet screen: "No, we all have substitutes with bald heads, where are the new substitutes?"

On the other side, Song Rongtan finally survived the filming and came over without his hat.

"Play two games?" He asked Fang Huai in a low voice, "I specially brought you peripherals."

[It seems that someone is talking and I can't hear you? ? ]

[What are you whispering about! ! ]

Da Zhong yawned and smiled apologetically.

"..." Fang Huai stood up in silence, sat down on another empty seat, and reached out to Song Rongtan.

"Peripherals."

Song Rongtan went over with her two sets of peripherals and sat next to him.

"Damn! Songgou, why did you take out this set?" Bibabu took a closer look, his pupils trembling.

The set that Song Rongtan placed in front of Fang Huai was a specially customized model sent by his sponsor after he won the singles championship in the spring competition last year. From the keycaps to the corners, it was full of elements of the assaulter RTG-Ring.

Such a keyboard will often become a queen-like existence in the keyboard harem of a professional player, and is often taken out to show off in competitions, but Song Rongtan chooses a lighter weight than his usual keys.

Bibabu still remembers what he said jokingly at the time: "You don't mean to give the keyboard to your future wife hahahahahahaha."

Song Rongtan's nature was not very high at the time, and he only said that he hoped to have a chance.

Later, during the celebration banquet, when Truth or Dare was held, Bibabu finally knew about Song Rongtan and the sad love history of the girl he liked going abroad. He shook his head and sighed, thinking that such a beautiful keyboard would not be able to see the light of day again Alright.

As a result, he gave the keyboard to the coach today? ?

Um? ?

Fang Huai paused when he heard Bibabu's reaction, "Does this set of peripherals have any special significance?"

Bibabu quickly replied: "More than that! This is—"

"It's just an ordinary peripheral, and it looks gaudy." Song Rongtan answered, narrowing his eyes slightly and giving Bibabu a menacing look.

"...Indeed." Bibabu said, shrinking his neck.

"See if you're used to it." Song Rongtan asked.

Fang Huai's movement of installing peripherals was not at all unfamiliar due to his retirement. He tried to type on the keyboard twice, with a surprised expression on his face.

As a coach, Fang Huai knew all the information about the players related to the game, such as the weight of Song Rongtan's hands, and the weight of the keyboard would never be the same as his hands.

But it was the weight he was most used to.

He glanced at Song Rongtan, and the blond young man looked back calmly.

"Very suitable." Fang Huai said.

Song Rongtan smiled lightly: "That's good."

"Then... how do you say it? Start?" Bibabu asked, "That number..."

"Can I use my account?" Da Zhong laughed, "I can still get some points."

[Ah, did you change the sniper?]

[Can't pull the cross bar 23333]

"That's right." Bibabu nodded, shouting frantically in his heart.

How could it be stretched! !Do you know who this sniper is?

Even if all three of us stretched our legs, this guy would be able to grab us by the neck and throw us into the opposite safe house!

But the coach didn't let go of his identity, and he didn't dare to say it first, for fear of getting into trouble, he could only hold it in his throat.

"I command?" Song Rongtan took the initiative.

[Laughing, Gouzi has changed today!You never wanted to command before! ]

The barrage was laughing and joking, but Song Rongtan couldn't hear Song Rongtan leaning over to Fang Huai and whispering.

"Just lie down and win."

On RTG, the four-person team won three games in a row-in a three-on-four situation.

Fang Huai went shopping the whole time, and it was still the kind of shopping with bodyguards.

Sometimes it was a well-equipped Song Rongtan, sometimes it was a little bald man who traveled thousands of miles from half the map to escort him, and occasionally there were Bibabu and Ah Mai who put their lives in defense of the gun.

The RTG boys killed the enemy and took the economy. The first reaction was not to rush to buy things by themselves, but to ask first.

"Three, number three, is there anything you need to buy?" the little bald head asked obediently.

"If you can't get secondary weapons, I strongly recommend buying a bunch of mines!" Bibabu actively promoted.

"I don't have advanced armor yet, I think I should buy an armor first..." A Mai also suggested.

Before Fang Huai could speak, he heard Song Rongtan say.

"Why don't you replace the small gun, the economy is just enough to buy a big gun, and Bibabu and I can still use this little broken gun."

Bibabu:?

Song Rongtan raised his eyebrows: "You won't hit people without a submachine gun?"

Bibabu wanted to win and lose: "Fight! You can fight with a gun better than my grandfather! Who do you look down on!"

Song Rongtan turned around and reported to Fang Huai with satisfaction: "Well, Bibabu doesn't cost money anymore, it's all yours."

Fang Huai smiled, didn't refuse, and bought a big sniper directly, and the economy was almost wiped out.

[Damn... I'm fucking stupid. ]

[Let’s think about it now, those heartthrob favorite novels don’t seem so outrageous anymore. ]

[boss?No, I remember that the boss of RTG was overturned by these people before, and he threatened that he would not find them if he wanted to play with him in the future. ]

[This shit, don’t be some sister-in-law, right? ]

[? ?Good guys are not out of the question. ]

[This posture must be at least on the level of the captain's wife, hey! ! ]

[Nimma, it's outrageous. ]

Bibabu was in a trance as he watched the bullet screen drifting by.

How can I refute you?Say no?

But Song Rongtan, this dog, he did give the keyboard for his wife to the coach! !

"Don't guess." Song Rongtan said suddenly, with a smile in his voice.

"This is my brother."

The wind direction of the barrage changed instantly, and the screen was full of [Hello, brother! ][Brother, say something! ], I can see that Bibabu has a kind of joy of pretending to be a tiger.

Then there was a burst of true feelings from the bottom of my heart, comparable to the sourness of a hundred lemons.

Damn, why didn't there be such barrage when I was live broadcasting!

Before Bibabu recovered his strength, everyone in RTG heard Song Rongtan's voice coming from the earphones.

That tone of voice... seems to be two extremes from the sneer that was on his lips in the past.

"They want to hear you, bro."

With that somewhat magnetic voice, he bit the words round and made a voice that could almost be described as cute.

Fang Huai's operations were messed up, the bullet deviated from the track, and almost hit one of his own people, and he spoke uncomfortably.

"...Stop being coquettish and talk well."

The usually cold voice was a little unsteady, and it fell into Bibabu's ears, just a few bright characters.

Damn, the coach really likes to be good...

Bibabu opened his mouth in a trance, and popped out a straight word: Fuck!

The author has something to say:

Bibabu (hoarse): Song Rongtan! !Green tea dog! ! ! !

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Brother Huai: Your tears wet my hands.

Gouzi: How about we change?

Brother Huai: Don't think about it, I never cried.

Gouzi Lengceng: It's okay, I will work hard!

Brother Huai: ...?