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

Song Rongtan sat in front of the screen, his fingertips were a little stiff, and the raised corners of his mouth slowly fell.

"Huai...coach." He said softly.

"You want me to invite you?" Fang Huai was obviously really angry, his voice was as cold as snow that hadn't melted for a thousand years.

In the game, Fang Huai's teammates had placed the detonator in the safe house of Song Rongtan's team, and immediately after, the safe house was bombed to pieces.

A [Failure] corroded by rust popped up on the screen.

Song Rongtan didn't even struggle for another minute or two.

He lowered his eyes and turned off the live broadcast without saying a word.

On the screen that suddenly went black, the barrage had been hit by this news to the point where it would only be filled with question marks.

[Fuck? ? ]

[Who... whose voice...]

[what's the situation?The leader of the list is the RTG coach? ? ]

[To add, the boss of River has been with Gouzi since the beginning of Gouzi's professional career, and he has always been number one on the list. ]

[Then let's make a bold guess, will coach Fang come to RTG and will have his eyes on our dog long ago/doge]

[Damn, the magic has become a reality, brothers. ]

[Song Rongtan is such a miserable man...but so happy!hateful! ]

Song Rongtan, who had already been arranged by the barrage, stood up, rumpled her hair and walked towards the coach's office, like a stray dog ​​who had been scolded.

Although he was a little gloating in his heart, Bibabu still gave him a "sorrowful" look with love from his teammates.

The only ones who were kept in the dark, Xiaobald and Ah Mai, were at a loss: "What's wrong with the captain?"

In the past, when you went to the coach's office, weren't you always excited...

Song Rongtan didn't answer, but silently closed the door of the training room.

His suspicious eyes shifted to Bibabu who seemed to know something. He thought about it for a while, and felt that the relationship between Song Rongtan and his coach should be "secret" for the time being.

"It's probably the result of fishing in the qualifying competition." Rubbing his smooth chin, Bibabu shook his head and sighed like a fortune teller.

Although the door was closed, Song Rongtan could still faintly hear the rustling discussions of his teammates inside. He tried his best to keep their words out of his mind, walked a few steps quickly, lowered his head and kicked away a small stone.

The door of the coach's office, which used to be ajar, was now abnormally closed. Song Rongtan raised his hand twice before knocking on the door.

There was the sound of chairs being dragged in the room. Fang Huai walked to the door, but did not open it.

"...You are angry." Song Rongtan said, he knew why Fang Huai was angry.

After two seconds of silence, Fang Huai said, "What did I ask of you the first day I came to RTG?"

Song Rongtan said: "Treat every game seriously...whether it's a match or a ranking."

"Then what are you calling today?" Fang Huai seemed to squeeze out a small snort from his lips, Song Rongtan couldn't hear clearly through a door.

"My fault, I'm live broadcasting today, I'm a little excited..."

He was a little anxious, twitched the fingertips hanging by his side, looked left and right at the empty corridor, took half a step forward, and quietly put his ear on the door panel.

"If you don't want to line up, you don't need to line up, and don't line up in the future." Through the door, Fang Huai's voice seemed even more empty and deserted.

He seemed to be speaking angry words, but Song Rongtan knew that Fang Huai would not.

He subconsciously said anxiously: "I'm not..."

Fang Huai cut off his excuse: "The live broadcast is a burden for you, so go tell the boss tomorrow that you terminate the contract."

Song Rongtan's first reaction in his heart was "Is there such a good thing?", but he calmly did not blurt it out.

It's okay to let him broadcast and play occasionally, but he is not very happy to set a time limit for him, how long it must be broadcast.

Song Rongtan hates the feeling of being bound - including all rules and people.

But except for Fang Huai.

"I was wrong." He didn't make unnecessary explanations, which would only make him look like he was dying and making trouble out of no reason.

Fang Huai was indifferent: "Go back now and make up your time for this month."

There was no sound of footsteps leaving outside the door.

After waiting for a moment, Fang Huai frowned: "Song Rongtan?"

A muffled "um" came from the window.

Fang Huai turned his head to look over, and Song Rongtan was holding on to the anti-theft guardrail of the window, with his head stuck in the middle of the guardrail, looking in eagerly.

His head drooped slightly, his eyes looked up from bottom to top, and his imposing eyes also made a bit of a dog's eye taste. At the side of his brows and temples, golden hair hangs weakly by the iron railing .

...It's like acting out the tears behind bars of a rebellious high school student who stumbled.

The corners of Fang Huai's lips tightened even more.

He took two steps forward, raised his hand and pulled the curtain with a "swish".

"Brother Huai...don't be angry, just talk to me." Song Rongtan persisted, "Why don't you even look at me."

"Get out." Fang Huai's voice was almost squeezed out between his teeth.

Song Rongtan disappeared for a moment, then suddenly said, "...Brother Huai, my head is stuck."

The curtain in front of him moved, but it still didn't open as he wished.

"Call Bibabu to dial 119 for you." Fang Huai said, seeing through his tricks completely.

Song Rongtan fought and failed repeatedly, but could only swallow his anger: "...Then I will try harder."

The curtains shook again, not as if they were being blown by the wind, but as if they were being grabbed by the corners and shaken lightly.

In the room separated by a curtain, Fang Huai almost held back his tears from laughing.

[Song Rongtan-Iron Cage Tears Limited Skin]'s card face, he can't get rid of it just by looking at it.

He was so angry that after calling Song Rongtan by name in the game, he sat on a chair and waited for him to come over, but he automatically imagined pitiful Song Rongtan's faces in his mind.

Fang Huai was keenly aware that most of his anger had faded.

—and he got up and locked the door.

Just take precautions... but I didn't expect that there are still windows after the door is closed.

Fang Huai took off his glasses and wanted to wipe away the physiological tears that were about to overflow from the corners of his eyes, but he still spoke in a cold tone.

"When did you know it was mine?"

Song Rongtan was silent for a moment before saying, "Just... a vague feeling. Telepathy."

Fang Huai raised his eyebrows slightly, took out the glasses cloth he carried with him to wipe it carefully, and did not speak.

"I was wrong about what happened today... I know Brother Huai was doing it for my own good."

"...What do you know?" Fang Huai snorted lightly.

Song Rongtan shut up.

"If this person wasn't me today, it would be replaced by some other unidentified local tyrant bosses in your live broadcast room. If they are caught by someone with a heart, the public opinion will be enough for you to drink a pot."

"Besides, you are passively ranked today." After a pause, Fang Huai said.

Song Rongtan responded quickly: "I know I was wrong, I am a professional player, and I should have basic respect for competition..."

"The truth?" Fang Huai asked.

"...It's fake." Song Rongtan was honest.Even if it was him, when he was younger, if he met someone who was pitiful or did not deal with them in the rankings, he would scold them and play badly.

Why do you win with a pit?

Fang Huai chuckled vaguely, but still with some lingering coldness: "I don't think you will, go back and make up for your time, and reflect on it."

Song Rongtan didn't move: "Brother Huai..."

"Call the coach."

As soon as Song Rongtan heard this, he knew that he must not have completely calmed down, and even more dawdled and refused to leave.

"Brother Huai, you're still angry." He said stubbornly, as if he didn't hear Fang Huai's rebuttal.

Fang Huai said coldly, "It has nothing to do with you."

Again.

Refuse to communicate.

Song Rongtan panicked and stretched out his hand to push open the glass window.

The night wind was strong, and the light-colored curtains were suddenly raised, leaving only the corner that Fang Huai was holding in his hand remaining in place.

The curtains are like a small package, enclosing the people in the room within an inch.

For the first time, the young man showed his beautiful eyes hidden under the glasses.

The moonlight is also partial to beauties, and it is full of sparkle in his eyes.

The wind that broke into the room suddenly messed up his black hair, and the meticulous young man showed a rare daze, and the glasses in his hand fell from his fingertips.

Song Rongtan hurriedly leaned over to meet him.

"Song Rongtan!"

Fang Huai's eyes were instantly filled with anxiety, and he almost threw himself to the window, reaching out to hold Song Rongtan's head that was about to poke through the security guardrail.

The sound of the glasses falling to the ground was crisp.

"What are you doing! Do you really want to get stuck here and call the fire department?" Fang Huai's voice trembled a little.

"Your glasses fell off." Song Rongtan blinked: "I...don't be angry..."

Fang Huai froze for a moment, the tension in his expression relaxed, and he said helplessly, "I'm out of breath."

Song Rongtan chuckled, shook his head and rubbed Fang Huai's palm against his forehead.

"... What are you rubbing against? Are you a child?" Fang Huai frowned, "Stuck?"

After a long silence, Song Rongtan hesitated and said, "A little bit."

"You!" Fang Huai wanted to scold him, but he didn't know what to scold this impenetrable thorn, so he could only lean over to check.

Suddenly, the door of the training room next to it was pushed open, and Bibabu rushed out like a whirlwind.

"What's the matter, what's the matter! Don't make noise! ​​Don't hit the child, coach! Teach—"

How to describe what he saw...

In the moonlight and night wind, the two young men stared at each other silently, the blond man leaned over, and the black-haired man looked up at him from the room like a princess imprisoned.

About to be accompanied by saxophone lingering bgm, with a peach pink filter of floating flowers...

"Bibab?" Fang Huai said.

Song Rongtan straightened up subconsciously, and his movements were smooth, unlike before when he said pitifully that he was stuck.

Fang Huai frowned suddenly.

"Brother Huai, can you see clearly?" Song Rongtan snapped his head and preemptively struck.

Fang Huai subconsciously raised his hand to hold his glasses, but found that there was nothing above the bridge of his nose. Only then did he remember that his glasses had been forgotten on the ground, and he stepped on them in a panic, breaking one of his glasses legs.

Song Rongtan also saw it, and said, "There should be a 24-hour optical shop open, I'll fix it for you..."

"No need." Fang Huai looked at him with cold eyes, "Plain."

"Then don't..." Song Rongtan opened his mouth, raised his eyes and paused for a moment on Fang Huai's face, but then changed the topic, "I have a plain mirror... Do you want it?"

Fang Huai turned sideways and glanced at him faintly, stretched out his left palm and spread it out.

If it was through the lens, the eyes probably looked cold, but after removing the obstructing glass, Song Rongtan discovered that under Fang Huai's slender eyelashes, the ends of his eyes were slightly raised.

It was obviously a cold look, but when it was thrown, it already had an irritating little hook.

Song Rongtan bent his eyes, diluting his overly focused gaze: "I'll get it for you when I go back."

Turning around, Song Rongtan faced Bibabu who subconsciously took half a step back.

"Sorry if I'm bothering..."

Song Rongtan squinted her eyes, and slightly raised the corners of her mouth, but her tone was threatening: "Go back and live broadcast well."

"Are you still training others?" Fang Huai frowned.

Song Rongtan, who was wronged, pursed her mouth.

Bibabu looked around, although the two of them were arguing about themselves, they always felt that the atmosphere here seemed to have nothing to do with him...

Single Cell's desire to survive made him decide - turn around and leave.

All right, then I'll go.

Back in the training room, several teammates looked at him expectantly.

Ah Mai and Xiaobald, who knew nothing about the background of the love story, were completely worried.

The "Song Rongtan" that Fang Huai called out just now obviously out of desperation made them think that their coach and captain were about to fight.

In contrast, the big clock is much calmer.

It's normal for young lovers to quarrel occasionally.

Bibabu closed the door of the training room with his backhand, thought for a moment, and spoke earnestly.

"Song Rongtan's scheming is extraordinary."

After that, no matter how much the little bald head pestered him to ask questions, he didn't say another word.

Early the next morning, everyone in RTG saw their coach put on a new pair of glasses.

It looks... familiar.

"Hey, did Coach Fang get new glasses?" The manager who didn't know anything about last night said casually, "Xiao Song also has a pair of these glasses."

Fang Huai nodded: "It's him..."

The manager didn't hear him, so he said to himself: "The glasses seem to be expensive in the first place, and he ordered something for his pair. They are very precious."

Fang Huai frowned slightly: "Really."

The manager nodded: "We didn't let us touch it at all, and said it was for his future partner... Coach Fang, you are busy, I will go first."

After the manager walked away, Fang Huai reached out and took off his glasses.

There is a row of delicate notches on the left and right temples, which seem to be inlaid with gold, like bronzing words hovering on a silver-gray ancient scroll.

[Touchme]

[trustme]

Fang Huai squinted his eyes, always felt that these two lines were familiar, but couldn't remember the source for a while.

It's just... Song Rongtan wrote these two sentences to his future lover?

Is it slightly, more or less...

Fang Huai shook his head lightly, not letting his thoughts run wild, he put away his glasses and didn't put them on again, planning to return them to Song Rongtan later.

It's not because of the price, it's just that when he looks at the line, he always feels that the things in his hands are a little hot.

It's better to return the property to its original owner as soon as possible, he thought.

The author has something to say:

It is the addition of pigeon compensation!

That, English is taken from The Phantom of the Opera, it will appear later and is very important, not only this sentence.

Remaining additions: 9! (make a fist)