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

Five minutes later, Song Rongtan and Fang Huai went back and forth. Fang Huai's expression was as cold as usual, but Song Rongtan's face was full of stinking.

"...What's the matter?" Bibabu was at a loss.

Young lovers quarreling?Not so.

"Just received the news that the summer competition may start a week earlier." Fang Huai said, "Tomorrow we will start to recover the training volume of the season."

Everyone in the training room had a meal.

Bibabu let out a "hiss" and asked again: "Then the captain, you came back for training...?"

Song Rongtan glanced at him coolly: "Make up for the live broadcast time."

"Damn." Bibabu cursed secretly.It was only after Song Rongtan reminded him that he realized that the early start of the match not only meant that they would have to take leave in advance, but also that they had to hurry up and complete the live broadcast that was originally planned to be broadcast slowly next week.

Glancing at his remaining request time, Bibabu asked, "I'm still 4 hours away...how much do you have left?"

The little bald head said lightly, "Seven hours."

Ah Mai looked at it: "6 hours."

Da Zhong: "I'm done."

In the past two days, he has been forced to recuperate by the team doctor, and the training is lighter than others. He will broadcast live for an hour or two when he is free, thinking about concentrating on training next week, which is a prophecy.

Song Rongtan was silent for a while, and spoke while everyone was watching.

"... 19 hours."

Bibabu almost sprayed his water on the keyboard.

"How the hell are you so far apart?! We're not all broadcasting live together..." He was stunned for a moment, and suddenly thought that Song Rongtan's evening training has always been separated from group actions in the past week.

The three of them were the only ones who spent the live broadcast together. Song Rongtan used the name of his work to squat in the coach's office next door for ten o'clock training.

Bibabu laughed out loud: "Die, don't you deserve it?"

"You're the only one with a mouth?" Song Rongtan was annoyed.

It's not that he hasn't double rowed with Fang Huai before, but he always wears Ah Yuan's vest, pretending to be good while pretending to be good at the same time, Fang Huai has always led him more in the game.

He had wanted to show off to Fang Huai for a long time.

Originally, the plan worked out, thinking that today he would be able to double row with Fang Huai in an open and aboveboard manner, but was ruined by an unexpected incident.

Well now, not only can he not show off his marksmanship, Fang Huai has to stay up all night to complete the training plan, and the end of a holiday is caught off guard.

Fang Huai smiled slightly when he saw Song Rongtan reluctantly opening the live broadcast software while sitting on the plane seat.

He didn't go back to the office, but turned around and sat in the empty seat in the corner of the training room.

"Eh? Coach, are you watching our live broadcast here!" Bibabu's eyes lit up, and his little calculations rattled in his heart.

Song Rongtan raised his eyebrows and said, "Bibabu, come to the double row."

Bibabu raised his chin: "You used to ignore me, but now you can't stand up to me! Who is the coach here with you..."

"I don't play games." Fang Huai said suddenly, "To make your training plan for tomorrow."

Bibabu suddenly changed the subject, and turned his head to look at Song Rongtan with a dog-legged expression: "I will stand with you! Of course I will stand with you! I wish for it!"

Song Rongtan snorted.

Ah Mai and the little bald head were originally in the double row, otherwise he would not be able to row with Bibabu if he just caught a good kid-noisy.

He lingered on the only dusty empty seat next to Fang Huai for a while, then suddenly turned off the phone and got up, packing up the peripherals.

Under Bibabu's eyes that had shocked him for a whole year, he moved with all his belongings and sat next to Fang Huai.

Fang Huai just glanced at him indifferently: "Wipe it."

Song Rongtan's mood improved immediately, and she nodded with a smile.

After tidying up for another 10 minutes, Song Rongtan unhurriedly opened the live streaming software.

"What I say here won't affect you, right?" He asked with his eyes bent, as if he just remembered now.

Fang Huai raised his eyes: "Influence."

Song Rongtan's smile froze: ...?

Fang Huai: "If you quarrel with me once, your hands may tremble and you will double your basic training."

Song Rongtan's tense expression relaxed: "You're joking. You won't."

Fang Huai smiled lightly.

Bibabu deliberately opened the sound-proof earphones to eavesdrop, but he could only touch his head from behind with a dazed expression.

... Which sentence sounded like a joke?Isn't the tone of the coach the same as the usual training? ?

The big clock saw it in his eyes, smiled and shook his head and patted Bibabu on the shoulder, saying everything without saying a word.

Song Rongtan started broadcasting late.

[? ?Good guy suddenly broadcast live. ]

[Didn't you say that today's broadcast will not be broadcasted? ]

Song Rongtan rested her chin lazily: "Life is not easy."

[RTG shareholders, I believe you ghost! ]

[Solo row today? ]

"No, lead the rookie deputy in the team to score points."

Bibabu also started a live broadcast, and the first thing the audience heard was him roaring: "Who the hell is Song Rongtan Gouge!! I see that you still have so much live broadcast time to make up, so I kindly accompany you!" With you! Fuck!"

[Laughing dead, I pinch my fingers and calculate that there are still nineteen hours left for Gouzi this month. ]

[Before, Bibabu and the four of them started the live broadcast together for a long time and didn't see you for a long time. I thought you gave up this month's live broadcast. ]

[Indeed, you are not short of money. ]

"It's not about money...it's about reputation." Song Rongtan said, "Of course, it's better if you have money, you don't need to buy gifts, and there is a basic salary for live broadcasting."

Bibabu said loudly: "Yes! You don't need to swipe him! Those who want to give gifts to our captain can come to my live broadcast room of Bibabu! The room number is xxxx!"

[I have lost my worldly desires for Gouzi and Bibabu, be bold, I want to see your coach! ]

[Bibab is not interesting enough, the coach was not shown in the outdoor live broadcast before the vacation! ! ]

"He doesn't like others to shoot him." Song Rongtan laughed, and everyone knew who the "he" was referring to.

[tsk]

["other people"]

[Oh, is it okay to take a selfie^q^]

Song Rongtan raised her eyebrows: "That's not okay either."

[Who are you!I don't listen, I don't listen! ]

[I want to hear the coach say it himself, woo woo.The coach scolded me! ]

[? ?People can't at least shouldn't! ]

[People's xp is free! ! ]

Song Rongtan turned his head and glanced at Fang Huai beside him. He seemed to have automatically blocked the noise in the training room, with a cold and focused profile.

He couldn't help raising the corner of his mouth.

[What are you looking at! rwkk! ]

"No." Song Rongtan chuckled, and then changed his tone in the next second, "Bibaba, are you still in the queue? Can't you log in to a game for 5 minutes?"

Bibabu, who was visiting the shopping mall, quit silently, biting the bullet: "The Internet is a bit stuck."

Song Rongtan: "Waste time, pay me three master positions."

"...Okay." In order to score points, Bibabu endured it.

In the next hour, everyone listened to the "Team Bully Establishing Team Prestige Record" for a full hour.

Song Rongtan herself is a thorn in the head, repelling the same sex, and has no patience for Bibabu who is also not very well-behaved and carefree.

If any one of the other three is in the double row with him today, the barrage must be able to blow a wave of harmony and friendship.

And now...

Fang Huai, who finished preparations for another training plan, turned his head to glance at a tiny pop-up window in the corner of Song Rongtan's screen, and chuckled silently.

Song Rongtan carried two top-level assault rifles on his back, and his hand speed was a second slower than Bub's, so he didn't grab the economy, and followed behind in a humble way.

"Give me one!! Please!!"

Song Rongtan refused to enter: "Say something nice."

Bibabu squeezed toothpaste from the crowd and said, "Captain! Good captain! The world's number one captain who cares about his teammates!"

Song Rongtan snorted twice, but still did not let go.

Bibabu scratched his head anxiously: "How the hell do I know what you want to hear! Isn't that flattering enough!"

[Brothers and Brothers Christine]

[good captain]

Fang Huai spoke suddenly, and reminded with a chuckle, "Bibab? He wants you to call him brother."

Compared with Bibabu's loud voice, the cold voice is like a breeze blowing on the face.Song Rongtan heard it through the monitor of the earphones, and his hands were in a mess.

The barrage didn't find it, and only cared about [ahhhh].

When Bibabu heard it, he was also stunned for a moment, and after a while of reaction, he shouted repeatedly as if he had grasped some life-saving straw: "Brother! Brother Song! Brother Ring!! Please——"

Song Rongtan almost popped a well on his forehead: "...shut up." He casually threw a gun on the ground, and then walked away in disgust.

Bibabu picked up his beloved rifle and laughed happily: "Fuck! It's really useful! Coach, are you a god! How do you know he wants to hear it! It can't be... ah, it's okay!"

He covered his mouth and swallowed back the words that almost came out.

"It's not like he asked you to shout that in private..." You can't talk nonsense.

Fang Huai gave him a suspicious look, but didn't ask any further questions.

After Song Rongtan manipulated the character to smoothly hide in the bunker, he freed his hand and gently picked up the earphone next to Fang Huai, and asked softly.

"Did I disturb you?"

[Grass, how loud do you have to be to be noisier than Bibub, die laughing]

Fang Huai didn't speak, but just motioned him to look at the barrage.

Song Rongtan frowned: "That's Bibabu's noise..."

Fang Huai: "...it's okay."

Song Rongtan paused for another two seconds before putting on the earphones reluctantly.

In the game, Bibabu confronted people face to face, and was shot and killed by a passerby.

[ringring:? ]

Song Rongtan didn't want to say anything, and put a question mark on the team list.

"...I always feel that the snacks I eat have expired." Bibabu murmured, and suddenly let out a "hiss" and cut off his voice.

Song Rongtan raised his gun to finish off the enemy who killed Bibabu, turned around and saw Bibabu clutching his stomach, pushing away the chair with a painful expression on his face, and was about to run out.

"Who... help me... beat me..." He ran out with small steps awkwardly, and said firmly, "Ranking..."

It's a pity that Da Zhong had just started a single game, and the duo's bald head and Ah Mai were fighting fiercely, and he didn't even hear his weak voice.

Bibabu stopped in his footsteps, and the threat of being reported and hung up made him hesitate.

He felt that he might not be able to hold back for a while and finish this ranking.

But as soon as he had this thought, before he could turn around, his stomach felt cramped again, and his whole body was tense, restraining the feeling that the flood was about to be released.

"...Teacher, coach—!" He cried out mournfully, "Help me!!"

Fang Huai looked back and saw his awkward posture, a little puzzled.

...here is something to help you.

Song Rongtan closed his eyes and put his hand on his forehead: "He has diarrhea, and I want you to help him rank up."

Fang Huai laughed, saved the file and got up, before Bibabu ran to the bathroom with peace of mind.

Bibabu sat back to back with Song Rongtan, and the camera was still on.

As a result, the audience in the two live broadcast rooms saw that Song Rongtan subconsciously covered his camera.

[? ? ? ]

[You fucking look like a star whose relationship has been revealed. ]

[Is it brother!Look what happened to our coach! ! ]

Song Rongtan ignored it at all, and looked sideways at Fang Huai.

Fang Huai sat down on the seat that Bibabu had pushed away, and the camera could only capture half of a cold jade-like profile.

Suddenly, Song Rongtan stood up suddenly, and grabbed the chair that Fang Huai was about to pull closer with his backhand.

Fang Huai paused when he pushed the chair, then raised his head: "What's wrong."

Song Rongtan stood in front of him, raised his hand and pressed Bibabu's camera upside down on the table.

"...His camera is too ugly to take pictures of people." He thought for a while.

[Cold knowledge: The beauty effect is stronger than the four-digit band thief of Bub's camera. ]

[I have never seen such an outrageous reason? ? ]

Seeing the disbelief in Fang Huai's eyes, Song Rongtan added: "His camera is too beautiful, let alone you, I'm a fairy."

Fang Huai paused, and said, "Do you have a picture?"

Song Rongtan: "?"

[Hahahaha do you have a picture!I'm dying of laughter. Didn't expect Coach Fang to make jokes! ]

[But his tone is so serious! ! ]

[Taste, you carefully taste.What do you mean by "Don't talk about shooting you". ]

[Understood, praise him as a handsome coach/doge]

Song Rongtan tilted his head to see the bullet screen on Bibabu's screen, "tsk", the corner of his mouth lifted happily, and quickly restrained himself.

He pushed Fang Huai to the computer: "I can't keep this kind of picture alive for more than a day."

"That's right." Fang Huai nodded.

Song Rongtan's voice lowered: "... yes."

Fang Huai smiled lightly: "Sit back, you're still in the queue."

Song Rongtan rubbed his red ears, turned around and put his camera on the table before sitting back in his seat.

[Damn, the coach doesn't even show the back of his head? ! ]

[? ?A dog is better than a man. ]

[You don’t do anything with people? ]

"Isn't it okay to listen to what you said?" Song Rongtan sneered, relying on no one to see him.

"12 o'clock, 31m, enemy assaulter." Fang Huai didn't feel casual at all in the live broadcast, and his tone was irresistible and calm.

Subconsciously, Song Rongtan was sitting upright, and in an instant, he was in a racing state, sprinting and raising his gun, the front sight was as steady as if it was stuck in the enemy's heart.

[I go……?The first time I saw the newspaper, there was some odds and wholes? ! ]

[Is this a humanoid self-propelled ruler? ? ]

[Coach Fang...the voice is so astringent...that kind of calm, self-restraining, commanding...ah]

After the kill notice popped up, Song Rongtan glanced at it casually, and the pinnae of his ears, which had just faded from the heat, turned red again.

His eyes drifted past Fang Huai's original position, and his Adam's apple rolled involuntarily.

[... Is there no one you care about in this world? ? ]

[So is there any live recording of Coach Fang's time as a player! ! ! ]

[No eh. ]

[? !Didn't he broadcast it live? ]

[It seems that there is no live broadcast... I don't know why.Maybe this is the willfulness of top players. ]

Song Rongtan's eyes darkened.

he knows.

Fang Huai only played professionally for two and a half years. He just entered CRC in the first year and became famous in the first game. In order to appease the players, Zhou Yuansheng followed Fang Huai's wishes and did not sign him a live broadcast contract.

In the spring competition of the second year, CRC's performance gradually declined after a change of blood. Zhou Yuansheng forced them to sign an excessively long live broadcast contract to squeeze the value of the players.

It was also since then that Fang Huai has incurred a large sum of expenses every month-a fine for not having enough live broadcast time.

No one would believe that Fang Huai, the world's number one sniper who is the core of the championship team and has won consecutive singles championships, played professionally for two years and was unable to make ends meet. When he finally left, he not only left the house, but also lost a sum of money to CRC .

Fang Huai never told anyone about these things, including Ah Yuan.If Song Rongtan didn't investigate, Fang Huai might have buried the past in his heart forever, and only he knew about the past.

"Ring?" Fang Huai asked, and Song Rongtan, who had stopped, came back to his senses.

"I'm here." He replied subconsciously.

Fang Huai smiled vaguely: "Don't be in a daze."

[I'm dead... Everyone scolds Gouzi, everyone wants to be Gouzi! ]

[Damn, my name is Ring from today! ]

[Coach Fang's English accent is really nice, woohoo]

Song Rongtan thought for a moment.

"Huai...coach." He raised his gun to kill an enemy, and after the sound of the gun fell, he called Fang Huai with a chuckle.

[Is it my illusion?Did Gouzi want to call "Huai" just now? ]

[Big guts! ]

Fang Huai let out a casual "Huh?"The voice from the nasal cavity was a little less inhuman and cold than usual, like when the spring snow melted, it was a little soft inadvertently.

Song Rongtan pursed her lips.

"I want to hear you speak English." He cleared his throat and said, "I can exchange this top gun with you."

[Dog pet fan? ! ]

[Wrong, Dog Pet Coach/Lemon.jpg]

[But he asked for us!He helped us ask the coach to speak English! ]

[Grandpa is moved to tears! ! ! ]

[Audience in the live broadcast room-thank you Song Rongtan for giving a sunbath as a gift and leaving a message: From today onwards, Gouzi and I are good brothers for life! ]

[Boss atmosphere! ! ]

Song Rongtan looked weird for a moment, and said with genuine doubts:

"Why do you think I want to listen with you? Is it because I can't turn off the microphone on Bibabu's side, or I can't turn off the microphone in my live broadcast room?"

[?what bullshit are you talking about]

[you dare? ! ]

[Boss is big... Boss is confused! ! ! ]

[Fuck, I just knew...]

The battle situation in Song Rongtan's live broadcast room was rebroadcasted in real time by the audience in Bibabu's live broadcast room.

Fang Huai looked at it twice, amused in his heart, reached out and took the top gun that Song Rongtan had put on the ground, and then performed a show of eating a king's meal.

His voice condensed into ice that never melted for thousands of years, and he said coldly: "Thank you, don't say anything."

Then turned around and took this new gun to perform a 1v3 single kill three people.

Song Rongtan: "..."

[Rely on the cow!He really retired for two years? ? ]

[Good guy, twists and turns belong to hhhh]

[The boss may become the biggest loser of the audience... Miserably]

Immediately afterwards, Fang Huai saw a special effect of sunlight splashing out directly above Bibabu's live broadcast room.

[Audience in the live broadcast room-thank you Song Rongtan for giving a sunbath as a gift and leaving a message: Can you hear the host say a few English QAQ]

Fang Huai paused.He has no live broadcast experience, and he doesn't know how to respond to the audience's request after spending money.

Suddenly, a broken English pronunciation came from behind him.

"Ha, hello everyone! My mother is BIBABO. I'mtwentyyearsold...Thank you boss for sunbathing!"

Fang Huai turned his head and met Bibabu's refreshed expression after unloading his stomach.

After two seconds of silence, Fang Huai still got up and motioned for Bibabu to sit back and broadcast live.

"Hey, thank you coach!" Bibabu said loudly, then scratched his head when he saw the question marks and ellipsis full of barrage.

"What are you doing?" he asked, "And why did the boss suddenly get so aggressive just to hear me speak English?"

[… I laughed like crazy.Bibabu, you are really the number one comedian in RTG. ]

[That boss is so miserable hahaha I'm sorry but it's really funny]

Bibabu didn't have time to look at the barrage, he habitually clicked on his equipment bar, his eyes were straight.

"Fuck?! Why are there so many good things in my bag!"

"This, this gun! The gun of my dreams! Damn Jugui."

"Brothers, am I dazzled, now this popular rifle is only suitable for me as a secondary weapon..."

"It's not an exaggeration, all the saliva is left."

[Be sober, that's what your coach scavenged for you from your captain. ]

[Tell me: Thank you, Coach Fang. ]

Bibabu's brain became hot: "Thank you Brother Huai!!!"

[ringring uses AK|47 to cause damage to teammates and kills with a headshot]

Bibabu was dumbfounded: "Song Rongtan?!"

Song Rongtan snorted softly behind his back.

"There are loans and repayments." He said with a high-sounding sound, "And I didn't lend you my equipment."

Bibabu stood on the spot and stammered "you" for a long time, but didn't hold back what to say, he could only watch Song Rongtan take away the equipment that he got rich.

"What are you looking at? I want to fight myself." Song Rongtan imitated Fang Huai's tone and said impersonally.

Fang Huai turned his head to look at him.

Song Rongtan turned her head and met his gaze without warning.

Both of them were taken aback.

The next second, Song Rongtan raised his hand to turn off the microphone, and there was a crisp clicking sound, and the screen was filled with question marks.

[I'm deaf? ? ]

[What is this for?Turn up the volume, Bibabu! !Say no to whispers! ! ]

The camera screen, which had been dark all the time, suddenly moved, probably because it was distracted by Song Rongtan's movements, and the angle of view was raised slightly.

In a quarter of the corner of the screen, half of Song Rongtan's team uniform sleeves were exposed, and Fang Huai's left hand resting on the table, the shirt cuff buttons meticulously covered the inside tightly.

The sleeve of the team uniform approached the handsome hand with well-defined knuckles, and bumped it lightly twice.He moved cautiously, but with a childish stubbornness, as if he knew that the other party could not ignore him.

Under the lure of the boss's ten sunbathing money, Bibabu quietly increased the volume of the microphone.

"You have already accepted my bribe." Song Rongtan whispered to Fang Huai, "When will you speak English to me?"

He protruded half of his knuckles from the sleeve of the team uniform, and tapped the table twice anxiously.

Fang Huai said calmly, "Bibab returned it to you."

The wrist wrapped under the shirt moved, gently pushing away the naughty fingers that were knocking on the table.

"I snatched it back." Song Rongtan said stubbornly, raising his hand to avoid it.

Fang Huai's wrist was directly below his fingertips, Song Rongtan glanced down, and then lowered his raised hand.

In the only corner that the camera could see, darker-skinned fingers clasped the white shirt.

He exerted a little force, and his fingertips sank slightly, forming two folds.

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I'm coming!Sorry for the long wait! !

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