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

Early the next morning, Fang Huai saw that the empty seat in the corner of the training room had been wiped brand new.

The peripherals originally configured uniformly by the team were replaced with another set. Fang Huai got closer and found that it was the champion-customized model of Song Rongtan's precious set.

Song Rongtan came in with two glasses of drinks, and smiled when he saw him: "How is it?"

"Did you sit here instead?" Fang Huai asked.

Song Rongtan shook his head: "No, it's for you."

He put the cup on the table, took advantage of the opportunity and sat down next to that seat, looking up at Fang Huai.

"I'm sitting here."

Fang Huai raised his eyebrows: "Isn't your position really good?"

Song Rongtan: "Over there...the sun is so hot."

"Then what does this mean?" Fang Huai tapped twice on Song Rongtan's champion keyboard.

"A gift for part-time sparring from Mr. Coach? Or remuneration, extra salary...you can understand it any way you want."

Song Rongtan made a fuss about it, and finally urged, "Try it, you definitely didn't feel it well when you traveled last time..."

Fang Huai's eyes lingered on him for a moment, then he sat down and moved his slender fingers together.

The dark color of the keyboard made his complexion fairer, and his ruddy fingertips pressed the keyboard crisply.

"Click."

Song Rongtan didn't like the keystroke sound of this set of peripherals before, thinking it was soft and not strong enough.But suddenly Fang Huai rang it very rhythmically, and unexpectedly gave birth to some other feelings.

With a light cough, Song Rongtan said like a mature salesman: "My set of peripherals is very expensive. The original price is just that, let alone my champion's customized model..."

Fang Huai heard his rambling briskly in his ears, and felt amused in his heart.

If Song Rongtan had a tail, it must have been up to the sky at this moment.

The set of peripherals in his hand feels really good, as if it was tailor-made for him, even more comfortable than the set he used during his military service.

Blinking, Fang Huai said, "Very expensive?"

Song Rongtan nodded heavily.

Fang Huai nodded thoughtfully, and suddenly said: "Then give me the cash."

...?

Song Rongtan got stuck for a moment.

"Didn't you mean extra salary?" Fang Huai stopped tapping and looked at him with a faint smile in his eyes.

Only now did Song Rongtan realize that he was only joking, but he had already been drawn into the hole he dug, so he could only say angrily, "No compromise!"

Fang Huai smiled lightly: "Thank you, I like it very much."

Song Rongtan bent his eyes.

Just as Fang Huai was about to get up, he suddenly smelled the fragrance of milk. Following the smell, his eyes fell on the two glasses of milk in Song Rongtan's hand, and stopped.

"How old are you, still drinking milk to grow tall?"

"Oh, here's a cup for each of you. Aren't you used to drinking coffee in the morning?" Song Rongtan pushed one of the cups in front of Fang Huai, "It's warm, not hot."

Fang Huai paused slightly, frowning: "I don't have the habit of drinking milk."

"I know..." Song Rongtan said, while taking out a packaging box from behind the display screen to show Fang Huai, "Here, coffee with milk, is it okay?"

Only then did Fang Huai reluctantly accept it.

Song Rongtan watched him finish a cup of warm milk and take the empty cup with regret in his eyes.

Noticing his expression, Fang Huai raised his eyes lightly: "Look at what I do."

Pursing her lips, Song Rongtan asked, "Why don't you have a milk beard?"

"What?" Fang Huai was puzzled.

"Milkbeard, after drinking the milk, there will be a circle around his mouth..." Song Rongtan gestured twice, seeing that Fang Huai still didn't understand, he simply picked up his own cup and took a sip.

When he put down the cup, a tuft of light brown beard appeared between his upper lip and nose.

"……puff."

Fang Huai tilted his head, but still couldn't hold back his laughter.

Song Rongtan had a milky beard, and looked at him with a serious expression. It wasn't until he saw Fang Huai's reaction that he realized that he had been manipulated again.

"Fang Huai, you've learned badly." He pretended to be laughed out of anger and scowled.

"What do you call me?" Fang Huai raised his eyebrows slightly.

Song Rongtan immediately changed his words: "Brother Huai."

Satisfied, Fang Huai took out a piece of paper and handed it to him, but Song Rongtan just raised a glass in each hand to indicate that he didn't have any extra hands to pick up the paper.

Then he pouted lightly.

Song Rongtan's lips were naturally smiling, and unless the corners of his mouth were drawn down deliberately, it seemed that he was smiling all year round.

Originally, he should have a kind and pleasant appearance, but because of Song Rongtan's naturally prickly mouth, it made people see a bit of ostentatious mockery.

——It's like saying "Look, I'm a genius."

But at this moment, this curved mouth moved closer to Fang Huai's Fang Huai along with the slightly raised chin.

It's like a dog coquettish.

Fang Huai hesitated for a moment, but still raised his hand——

"Eh!"

A startled voice suddenly came from the door, interrupting Fang Huai's movements, and the two looked over together.

It's a little bald head.

The innocent child touched his nose, wondering: "Captain, why are you secretly acting like a baby with the coach?"

He didn't even lower his voice, Bibabu, who was not far behind him, staggered when he heard it.

This, this... What is Song Gou doing in such a sacred place as the training room while they are going downstairs for breakfast! ! !

Ever since there was an additional training partner at work, in order to free up time, Fang Huai postponed some of his daytime work to after evening training, and it was early morning or even late at night when he returned to the dormitory every day.

At first, Song Rongtan also proposed that he and Dazhong would stand in double rows during the day, but Fang Huai pushed him back to his seat.

"You're an assaulter, it's inconvenient." Fang Huai said.

Song Rongtan could only turn around and help Fang Huai sort out the training materials.

But what he could do was limited after all. After half a month of overloading, Fang Huai finally fell ill.

There was a match between RTG and EUP on this day. EUP, which was sacked last season, also held back a lot of energy this time, vowing to avenge this revenge.

However, under Fang Huai's training, Da Zhong's condition gradually improved.

Fang Huai was the unshakable number one sniper in the world who had a disparity in strength with No.2. Even with a two-year gap in the game, he still maintained a level that could rank among the top in the world.

Dazhong couldn't think of any other reason besides talent.

If it is someone with similar strength, it is indeed easy to have a heart of comparison, but if a person is much stronger than you, then in front of him, naturally there is only a mentality of looking up.

To Da Zhong, Fang Huai's strength is like an insurmountable mountain.

Thankfully, he doesn't need to scale the roof of the gaming ring, he just needs to climb as far as he can.

With Fang Huai's comparison and guidance, he not only made rapid progress, but also stabilized his mentality a lot.

After all, there's nothing more reassuring than knowing how many questions you can get right before you go to the test room.

In the game against EUP, the tactics did not leave Dazhong with many bright moments to show himself, but he still played a magic gun with one penetration and two while guarding the rear.

In the rematch with EUP in the summer split, RTG still won 2:0 cleanly.

The one who got the mvp in this game was Song Rongtan, but he refused the interview and pushed the stable and reliable big brother Da Zhong over.

"I'll go back to the lounge." Song Rongtan pursed her lips, her expression not showing any signs of relaxation after victory. "Brother Huai didn't seem to be feeling well when he came here today. I'll go and have a look first."

Da Zhong nodded in understanding and urged him to come back quickly.

The manager was on a business trip today, and the assistant coach stayed at the base to sort out the replay materials. Fang Huai was the only one in the waiting room.

Pushing open the door of the lounge, Song Rongtan only saw Fang Huai reclining on the sofa, with a sullen expression and an abnormal flush in his face.

Fang Huai felt sleepy and lazily raised his eyes to look at him.

Song Rongtan leaned over to touch Fangfang Huai's forehead, the frighteningly hot temperature made his complexion turn pale.

"...I shouldn't have let you come today." Song Rongtan gritted his teeth, "Did you sleep in the office again yesterday?"

Fang Huai didn't speak, but squinted his eyes, pursed his lips and yawned sullenly, with an attitude of not cooperating.

Song Rongtan just wanted to withdraw his hand, but felt the hot skin in his palm move forward slightly, and chased after him.

He paused for a while, changed the cooler back of his hand, and put it back lightly.

"Go to the hospital? It's better to go back and take the medicine." Song Rongtan asked.

He belongs to the kind of physique that can carry it by himself, but it is related to Fang Huai, so he decided to be more cautious.

"...hospital." Fang Huai spoke only now, his voice hoarse, "The intravenous drip heals quickly."

His breath was hot.

Song Rongtan frowned even tighter: "I'll carry you?"

Fang Huai looked up at him, his eyes were foggy, but he still clearly conveyed his doubts.

"Am I paralyzed?"

Song Rongtan: "..."

He struggled to look away.

Normally, Fang Huai would probably raise his eyebrows slightly when he said this, his eyes would definitely be cold, and he might even have a slight tease.

But now, Fang Huai's eyes were still full of tears from yawning.

No matter how indifferent his eyes came out through the handful of wetness, even Song Rongtan's eyes changed.

Not to mention the person who has always had a cold and crisp voice, now with a nasal sound and a slightly elongated suffix, he has become a bit... like a burnt fudge.

Coffee with milk.

……

Wait, people can't, at least they shouldn't!

Song Rongtan woke up like a dream, and while deeply despising himself, he forcibly turned his head to the other side.

"...Let's go then." He muffled.

Fang Huai straightened up, raised his hand to help his slightly crooked glasses, probably due to dizziness, the first help was useless.

Song Rongtan turned around and saw such a scene, as if a sniper had hit him hard in the chest, his heart was beating too fast, but he still kept his voice and said calmly: "Pick it off, Isn't it uncomfortable to hold on?"

Fang Huai hesitated for a moment and thought he was right.

"I'll get it for you." Song Rongtan stretched out his hand, and Fang Huai handed over the glasses, and carefully checked whether they were aligned before putting them down.

It was the first time Song Rongtan saw Fang Huai's sick state, like snowflakes falling into the palm of his hand from the sky, and then the hard and cold shell fell off, revealing the original softness.

"It's better to get sick less in the future." Song Rongtan suddenly said something without beginning or end.

Even though his thinking was a little dull due to the fever, Fang Huai still gave him a look like a fool.

Who wants to be sick?

Song Rongtan met Fang Huai's gaze, but couldn't defend himself.

"Brother Huai is so easy to lie when he's sick..." Just think about it for yourself.

Like a child who got a treasure map, he secretly hid it.

The author has something to say:

Who wouldn't want to take care of Brother Huai who is sick... ^q^

Gouzi bared his teeth: Don't think about anyone.

(It's okay, we can still read the next chapter, it doesn't matter if you look at it! ^q^)

To be added: 8

I pinpointed that I could pay it off by the end of the week, no big problem!So the nutrient solution Modo Modo——