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

After training in the afternoon, Song Rongtan sneaked into the coach's office again, and the teammates around him got used to it.

"Remember to come down for dinner with the coach on time." Bibabu said.

Last night, these two people didn't know what they were doing, and they didn't come down to eat dinner.

Although Song Rongtan looked upright, his credibility with Bibabu was almost zero.

Hearing Bibabu's narrow words, Song Rongtan turned his head and gave him a blank look, but he was in the right mood and didn't care too much about Bibabu.

He pushed open the half-hidden door of the coach's office, and Fang Huai sat quietly at the desk and lowered his head to record in his notebook, wearing his own pair of glasses.

Song Rongtan froze for a moment: "Fixed?" So quickly.

Fang Huai nodded, pointing to Song Rongtan's pair of glasses he put on the glasses cloth: "Thank you."

Song Rongtan took it and smiled: "It's just a pair of glasses."

Fang Huai raised his eyes to look at him: "The things prepared for others should be put away."

"Don't give me what..." Song Rongtan realized halfway through the sentence, probably someone had told Fang Huai about the origin of the glasses.

He took back his glasses with a chuckle, and said naturally: "They are spreading nonsense... Do you mind?"

There was some inquiry in Fang Huai's eyes: "What if I say yes."

Song Rongtan only felt his heartbeat suddenly speed up, and the hands holding the glasses subconsciously tightened up, but he was afraid that he would really break this precious pair of glasses that might soon be promoted to a token of love.

Fang Huai watched all his reactions in his eyes, lightly retracted his gaze and lowered his eyes, and opened his mouth lightly.

"It doesn't mean anything else, it's just that I don't quite understand the two lines you engraved."

Song Rongtan raised his throat in one breath, but it suddenly disappeared, and a huge sense of loss enveloped him.

"Don't you know?" he asked.

Fang Huai didn't raise his head, and his tone was calm and puzzled: "Should I know?"

Song Rongtan's fingertips were cold.

Yeah, you should know.

After a moment of silence, he asked in a chatty manner, "Apart from work and games, does the coach usually have any other hobbies?"

The tip of Fang Huai's pen froze for two seconds, and he hesitated when he spoke, as if he was recalling, but he was a little dazed.

"Maybe not."

His life has always been monotonous.

Song Rongtan lowered his eyes and said casually: "That's it."

"What's wrong?" Fang Huai asked.

"It's okay, just ask casually." Song Rongtan chuckled, "Let's get down to business, I think the tactics discussed yesterday are still a little loophole..."

Fang Huai thought he was a little strange, but he didn't pay much attention to it right now.

More than a month into the summer split, RTG's momentum is unreal, but Fang Huai always has a bad feeling.

Finally, in a certain game against GR, the bell who had performed very well recently and was called a "late bloomer" by many people made a series of mistakes in operation.

RTG, with its tight tactics, collapsed.

When he left the stage, Da Zhong's entire hand was contorted and twitched due to pain. Song Rongtan took two steps forward and put his hand on his shoulder to cover the camera that was about to be photographed.

"...Thank you." Da Zhong smiled reluctantly.

Song Rongtan said with a straight face: "My fault, I didn't fulfill the duty of the captain."

Da Zhong was taken aback.

Song Rongtan's eyes fell on his hand with a cold look: "It's because I haven't paid enough attention recently that you have the opportunity to practice more secretly."

"Isn't it, Clock?"

The footsteps of the big clock came to a standstill.

The two stepped into the backstage and got rid of the camera's follow. Song Rongtan lowered his arms, left him where he was, and walked quickly to the lounge by himself.

Fang Huai had already packed his things and walked out of the lounge, but was blocked at the door by the media who somehow sneaked into the backstage.

"Coach Fang, this time Clock made a huge mistake, will you let him sit on the bench! Where do you plan to promote the new sniper?"

"Coach Fang, the substitute player of the GG team you led just tweeted that you once let him sit on the bench for a season because of a small mistake in the game. Is it true?"

"Why did you choose such a harsh punishment!"

Song Rongtan frowned: "Security!"

Fang Huai suddenly raised his hand to stop him.

"I will make the choice that is most beneficial to the team." He squinted his eyes slightly, glanced at the few non-compliant reporters in front of him, and flattened the line of his lips indifferently.

"For example, some people with insufficient strength and weak mentality can only sit on the bench with me."

These words were close to scolding the GG substitute player face-to-face with the phrase "glass cabbage force".

When several reporters saw that Fang Huai had actually answered their own questions, they all showed expressions of wanting to make a big news, like a hyena smelling carrion, its eyes glistening, and it was eager to speak again.

"As for why he chose harsh punishment." Fang Huai turned over his mobile phone screen for several people to see.

Above it were three numbers that made them shudder.

——[110].

The security guards of the stadium came rushing over now, blocking the escape route of several black reporters.

"If you commit a crime knowingly, the crime will be aggravated."

Fang Huai raised his hand to straighten the cuffs that had just been knocked into disarray, lowered his eyelashes, and his eyes fell on them, but they just passed lightly.

"gone."

The few people in RTG who were carrying peripheral bags suddenly followed up.

Along the way, everyone's air pressure was a little low.

After getting out of the car, Fang Huai called to stop the big bell. Song Rongtan was just about to stop and wait for him to go back together. Seeing this, Fang Huai hesitated for a moment, but still took the initiative to get out of the way.

"I'm sorry, coach..."

"Let's talk to your teammates after the evening training resumption." Fang Huai said coldly.

Da Zhong tightened the strap of the peripheral bag.

"Clock, you should have seen that RTG doesn't have a sniper who can play for you." Fang Huai said, "I hope you can have the consciousness of being the 'only'."

"Snipers are the backing of the team. You have no way out, and you can't back up—even if it's because of injuries."

"This is your own choice... Clock, don't let yourself down."

After a long silence, Da Zhong said dryly, "It's because I've been eager to get things done recently..."

"Protect yourself." Fang Huai said, he tilted his head and signaled the bell to look at the door.

Bibabu, Ah Mai, and Xiaobald all stood at the door and did not enter. Bibabu, who kept shouting hot, fanned himself crazily, but he still stood there waiting for the big clock.

He practiced extra without permission, suffered a hand injury and collapsed, causing RTG to lose to GR. Everyone will be whipped in this failure, but his teammates didn't blame him at all.

On the way back, Bibabu patted him on the shoulder and said in a low voice, "Brother Zhong, don't worry about those scolding people on the Internet...the ups and downs are normal. Who hasn't got a low score in the exam, right?"

Da Zhong was slightly stunned, and finally raised a smile, his eyes were a little moist.

"Go back, you have good teammates." Fang Huai said.

Da Zhong looked back at him: "Thank you coach... During the evening training, I will apologize to everyone and explain the situation clearly."

Ever since he discovered the hand injury, he had been trying to hide it, refusing to let his teammates know half of it, but this time he finally made up his mind to confess.

Fang Huai nodded.

The big clock was far away, and Song Rongtan came close to Fang Huai, who had been watching not far away.

Fang Huai let out a long breath.

He felt a little stuffy in his chest, maybe because he remembered the past, and his mood was a little gloomy, and he didn't even notice Song Rongtan's approach.

"Brother Huai."

Fang Huai raised his eyes.

Song Rongtan didn't look at him, but raised his head slightly, with his hands behind his head, as if looking at the clouds in the sky.

"If I make a mistake, will you just put me on the bench?" He asked, "After all, there are small bald substitutes."

Fang Huai frowned: "This is not what you should say."

Song Rongtan is always fiery and upward, and the word "broken halberd" does not seem to exist in the dictionary of life.

Just as humans cannot imagine the disappearance of the sun, Fang Huai has never thought about Song Rongtan's trough.

The blond young man turned his head to look at him, and bent his eyes: "I am also a human being, and as a human being, I will make mistakes."

"The coach can't just not allow me to make a mistake just because I'm a young genius."

Fang Huai smiled lightly.

Song Rongtan pursed her lips, with a stubborn and aggrieved expression.

"What are you doing? Do you think I'm playing tricks in front of you, a genius boy?"

"I didn't say anything." Fang Huai looked away and smiled faintly.

Song Rongtan's expression didn't stay tense for a long time before he burst out laughing.

"Brother Huai, when you first played professionally three or four years ago, you once lost a game, do you remember?"

Fang Huai narrowed his eyes in confusion.

Song Rongtan was slightly stunned: "You don't remember?"

"Not clear." Fang Huai said calmly, "Maybe it's because of the medicine I took before."

Song Rongtan's eyes dimmed for a moment, and then he smiled again: "It's okay, I remember."

"At that time, you were also blocked by the media in the background, asking all kinds of questions, but you only said one sentence at that time."

"You said, 'I'll pay you back the next time we meet'."

Fang Huai seemed to be gradually picking up the numbers.

Song Rongtan's smile deepened: "Then when you met that team again in the summer split, you directly sniped Tianxiu and got them zero seals, even zero kills."

"Brother Huai, you know that you were in my heart at that time, like the kind of... an avenger with unfathomable strength who came out of the raging fire."

Fang Huai was so embarrassed by his description of the second grade, he tilted his head and coughed lightly.

Unexpectedly, Song Rongtan changed the subject in the next second: "So I have become such a disgusted person now, and you, the coach, are also responsible."

Fang Huai: "...?"

Song Rongtan smiled innocently: "So if I make a big mistake one day, coach, you can just let me watch the water dispenser. I will try my best to win it back."

Just like you were back then.

There seemed to be a cluster of inextinguishable fire in his eyes, and the steam flow continued to rise with scorching fighting spirit.

Fang Huai's mind suddenly went blank for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, those memories that had been blurred by his subconscious became clear instantly.

Song Rongtan stood on the podium of the champion of the singles competition with his pocket in his pocket, which was also the position he had once stood on.

His fighting spirit also hovered in his heart.

These eyes, which were like ice fields, once had inexhaustible blazing flames.

The cold gray-blue sky is lit by the embers of the sun, and the red flying clouds are rushing on the orange-pink dome. Time and wind push it, and it goes around for a long time, and it still rushes towards the end of the sunset.

In the evening training, Dazhong confessed to his teammates about his hand injury and the recent private extra training.

"Sorry... Actually, I know that this should be my last year playing professionally, and I want to win as many games as possible in the World Championship..."

Bibabu's eyes were a little red: "But you have been good enough recently."

Da Zhong smiled helplessly: "I always feel that it is not enough. Since I can reach the current level, I must be better, better..."

"I also often go to watch the matches of foreign front-line teams. I know in my heart that there is a gap between me and them, but I can't find the specific point, and I can't even figure out the difference...I am eager for success."

Fang Huai put his fingertips on the table and tapped twice, then suddenly said, "I can be your training partner."

Da Zhong looked shocked.

He didn't expect Fang Huai to say such a thing.

As far as they know, for retired players, especially former talented players, being a sparring partner is the job they avoid the most.

——No one wants to bear the feeling of the back waves hitting the front waves.

Fang Huai saw his hesitation, so he didn't rush, but spoke calmly.

"I've been a coach for a long time. Is the reason why I retired back then no one remembers?"

Several people subconsciously recalled.

Fang Huai retired so suddenly that year, almost causing a hurricane in the professional circle.

As a sniper at the same time as him, Da Zhong is still fresh in his memory.

The reason for Fang Huai's retirement was not an injury or a decline in his condition...

It's just a light, yet extremely hateful sentence.

"I don't want to fight anymore, it's meaningless."

The author has something to say:

Ah... Brother Huai used to be a hidden middle school boy.

There is no boy who is not in the second grade, let alone a genius boy.

What brother Huai said was because of the previous treatment, he subconsciously wanted to avoid these things, and Gouzi would slowly lead him out.

Da Zhong will get what he wants, and Brother Huai will also return to the game. This is not a conflict. Before winning the championship, no one in RTG will be left behind.