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

Fang Huai found that Song Rongtan was very strange recently.

That night, Song Rongtan opened his mouth and bit his own glass pendant, Fang Huai said that it was a lie that he was not angry.

He bought that pendant when he was in country H to carry the star with him. Even if he didn't use it to hold things in the future, he didn't want to just scrap this old thing that had been with him for two years.

In the morning training the next day, Fang Huai maintained his usual calmness towards everyone, except for Song Rongtan.

According to Song Rongtan's behavior in the past, he was about to start calling "Brother Huai" to apologize on the spot, but this time, he actually wanted to avoid it.

The attitude has become a little... secretive.

During the training, everything was as usual, and even worked harder than usual, like a chicken blood.

In the past, he would occasionally deliberately make a mistake to attract his attention.Now he is tense, as if the purpose of his training is to tell everyone that there are no mistakes in my dictionary.

Fang Huai looked at his training plan sheet, and each one was followed by 100% completion. For the first time, he felt that the players were working too hard, which gave him a little headache.

It was as if a puppy that was the size of a palm had grown into a big guy with strong limbs and sharp canines overnight.

The coquettishness is gone, and the lovely pink paw pads have also precipitated into brown, honing out a rough texture.

And the only thing that hasn't changed is the cup of coffee with milk every morning.

In the past, Song Rongtan would take the initiative to make coffee and put it on Fang Huai's table, watching him finish it.

If Fang Huai didn't drink it immediately, he would push the glass towards his hand with his fingertips from time to time. He didn't speak, but kept looking at him eagerly.

But now, he's like an emotionless coffee machine... or the one with the function of timed and fixed-point feeding.

After he put the coffee in front of Fang Huai, he quietly sat back in front of the computer to train, and after completing one item in about 20 minutes, he took away the empty cup at a fixed point.

Fang Huai felt that he was silent, like a child making a fuss...but it didn't seem to be the case in his every move.

Fang Huai, who was troubled by this kind of thing for the first time and had no experience in solving it, didn't know who to contact for a while, so he could only click into the search software hesitantly.

[What’s the matter with my friend’s sudden indifference to me? ]

The answers he found were not as satisfactory as he was.He thought for a moment and typed again.

[The person I like is cold to me...]

The answer is all: he found out that you like him, but he doesn't like you, so he distanced himself politely.

Fang Huai knew in his heart that it couldn't be the answer.

Although he also suspected that this might be the case, Song Rongtan quickly dispelled this guess with his own actions.

Song Rongtan thought that he was secretly watching his movements during training intervals, but in fact, Fang Huai had already seen him in full view.

Every time Fang Huai pretended to look back inadvertently, Song Rongtan would look away like a normal person and resume training without even giving Fang Huai a chance to speak.

It doesn't seem like he made a mistake, but rather like Fang Huai did something ungrateful.For a time, Fang Huai was very confused.

Fang Huai flipped through the results column of the search software for a long time, and suddenly his eyes were attracted by the answer to another question.

[My boyfriend suddenly turned cold towards me, why]

A new answer besides empathy and another love accidentally broke into Fang Huai's eyes.

[Probably because there is no…]

[Intimacy]

The four bold black characters are like a match being ignited suddenly, making the surrounding atmosphere become scorchingly hot.

Song Rongtan's chair moved around, Fang Huai subconsciously turned the phone back upside down, and slapped it on the table with a loud sound.

Song Rongtan froze and turned his head to look over.

"Talking to someone?" he asked.

His eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, which covered the deeper things in his emotions, so that others could not easily peek into them.

Fang Huai suddenly remembered the eyes of Song Rongtan he saw that night.

Clear and thorough... revealing restrained desire/desire.

Fang Huai had never seen such a strong aggressiveness in him, and this fierce beast did bite a glass product.

His neck, hidden under the broken hair, suddenly turned red, the same as before.

"Just chat." Fang Huai said, maintaining a calm tone.

"With Zhao Zichu?" Song Rongtan asked casually.

Fang Huai frowned slightly: "Why do you always mention him recently?"

"I just thought of it suddenly." Song Rongtan withdrew his gaze, and finally revealed a trace of panic under the same calm eyes.

After chatting with Bibabu that night, although he said that he would never let go and would fight Zhao Zichu to the end, but when he thought about the method, his mind went blank.

Fang Huai clearly rejected A Yuan's confession - and logically speaking, A Yuan should be more well-behaved than Zhao Zichu.

So perhaps being well-behaved is not his only criterion.

The messy and entangled clues made Song Rongtan anxious, and the two-point and one-line daily life in the training room of Fang Huai's dormitory became his comfort | placebo.

Fang Huai went to work on time as always, and worked overtime until late at night.

Song Rongtan would come to the training room an hour earlier every morning. When Fang Huai arrived, he must have been sitting upright.

In the evening, he would work overtime with Fang Huai again. Neither of them spoke, but they seemed to be fighting, training and working later than the other.

—Of course, he wins every day.

24 hours a day, except for the seven or eight hours when Fang Huai was sleeping in the dormitory, Song Rongtan was there all the time.

Bibabu secretly said that he was haunted.Song Rongtan gave him a blank look, and excused his behavior in his heart.

Brother Huai himself didn't say anything.he thinks.

He was tired of being with Fang Huai all day long, but in fact, it was also to pay attention to... the progress of his relationship.

However, he never saw that Fang Huai had contacted Zhao Zichu.

This morning, he inadvertently glanced at Fang Huai's WeChat interface, and the time of Zhao Zichu's subsequent messages was still on the day of their dinner.

That is to say, they have no intersection after that.

"I think, according to the personality of the coach, it is very likely that this kind of family affection and personal relationship issues will be delayed until after the competition." Bibabu analyzed clearly.

Although Bibabu is often unreliable, this time Song Rongtan took it seriously.

"So this is your chance to score higher points!" Bibabu saw his indifferent look, but at first the emperor was not in a hurry, but the eunuch was in a hurry.

"From now to the end of the World Championship! More than two months! The coach's time is all yours! Didn't you show anything?"

Song Rongtan coughed uncomfortably.

He didn't tell Bibabu that he had impulsively pressed Fang Huai against the wall a few nights ago...

Although he just crushed his necklace, Song Rongtan knew that that action was no longer a simple touch between friends, and it could be explained.

He knew that Fang Huai was really angry the next day, but when he was about to apologize on the third day, he found that Fang Huai was standing in front of him as if nothing had happened, and gave him training tasks expressionlessly.

Song Rongtan thinks differently, if it is someone who is liked like him...

Cough, being pressed against the wall by Fang Huai, he suddenly got so close.

Even if he calms down after going back, he will definitely feel uncomfortable when he sees him again later.

So the only explanation for this is probably...

Fang Huai...has no interest in him, and doesn't think about that at all.

Thinking of this, Song Rongtan suddenly let out a long sigh.

"Go and rest when you're tired." Fang Huai, who was at the side, heard his voice and thought he was yawning, so he said casually.

Song Rongtan did not respond immediately.

He doesn't even know how to get along with the method now.

In the past, many of his so-called "pretending to be good" in front of Fang Huai were actually subconscious behaviors.He really listened to Fang Huai for no reason.

But obviously, now it seems that those who are too obedient have not gotten any good fruit to eat.

"Need not."

So, in the end, he just imitated Fang Huai's tone and answered briefly.

In this way, the two maintained this almost cold war state for three days.

Between the regular season of the summer season and the domestic league finals, the rest time is only a short week.Four days before the game, the manager suddenly knocked on the door of the training room and apologized to everyone.

"Tomorrow afternoon...do you want to go out and have a rest?"

"Is there an event?" Song Rongtan immediately heard the meaning behind his words, "The competition is coming soon, what event will you take up. Tell the boss to push it."

"The boss guessed that you would say that, and it's not impossible to say so, but you should think about it again." The manager was a little worried.

"Our team hasn't participated in decent offline activities this year. Can you see which team is like this?"

"A lot of money from endorsement." Song Rongtan shrugged.

RTG has a strong backing, even when the player was fourth last year, there was no shortage of endorsements, it all depends on the player's will.

The manager was speechless by his words, and he waited for a long time before saying: "Anyway, it just so happens that our team ranks first in points in the spring and summer. This is unprecedented... It's in the shopping mall near us. an offline event."

"Why don't you go to the circle e-sports stadium?" Song Rongtan asked, "The security over there is good."

"Oh, there just happened to be a sponsor who opened a new store in the shopping mall near us. After thinking about it, we simply got together and saved time and let you spend time on the road. You are definitely not willing." The manager felt that things could be done, and smiled. You can't see the eyebrows, "There is no one like you who can't get along with money."

He is telling the truth.

Everyone in RTG, including Bibabu, who often sees Qianqian in live broadcasts, has a clear understanding of offline activities.

When it comes to the strength of e-sports, food is the original sin.If you want a steady stream of fame and wealth, the most basic thing is to ensure your training intensity and competitive state. Only by firmly sitting on your team's competition ranking can you embark on a positive cycle with the club.

Song Rongtan mocked lightly: "CRC can live with money, do you think it can live with itself?"

CRC is a typical counter-example of e-sports clubs.

Since winning the World Championship, this veteran giant team has been like an avalanche... It's not going downhill, it's almost rolling downhill.

Two days ago, CRC was finally confirmed to be changing hands.After Song Rongtan told Fang Huai, he heard that Fang Yaoming was already making preparations.

And Zhou Yuansheng, who was once full of ambition, now lost the last set of cards in his hand, and was devastated about every day.

Song Rongtan wanted to take this opportunity to settle the matter of Fang Huai's contract, so he and his brother have been watching this matter outside of training for the past two days.

When he called last night, his brother told him that people who are desperate are most afraid of impulsiveness. In Zhou Yuansheng's eyes, CRC's downfall was inseparable from Fang Huai's refusal to return to the team.

He can't shake a bigger capital, but not necessarily a small coach without any background background.

"Ask the sponsor. If you can, it's better to go to Circle." Song Rongtan said, "I always feel uneasy about ordinary shopping malls."

"Hey, my young master...the new store has opened, and can you open the store to your e-sports stadium?" The manager said with a smile, and suddenly realized that he seemed to have missed something. She shut her mouth in embarrassment.

[Your e-sports gym]

"Good guy Song Rongtan...Young Master Kuo." Bibabu leaned back tactically, almost bringing himself to the ground.

Although it is true that the completion of the Circle e-sports stadium and Song Rongtan's entry into the professional league happened in the same year, no one would think that this is not a coincidence at all, right?

"Why is it called Circle? Why isn't it called ring." The little bald head was curious.

"They all mean the same thing." Song Rongtan said casually.

He glanced at Fang Huai beside him without any trace, but was disappointed to find that the other party didn't seem to have any reaction to this.

[Circle] is the id he originally planned to play professionally—an idea in high school, in order to make it look like a good match with [Square] in the professional arena in the future.

But Fang Huai left, and it didn't make any sense for him to sing a one-man show by himself, so he simply changed it to [Ring].

"Then Eldest Young Master Song, I'll just reply over there and talk about it?" The manager said, making a gesture with his hand, "The sponsor is rich, give me this amount."

Song Rongtan raised his eyebrows slightly, he didn't expect there to be so many.

The manager of the social animal for many years knows how to be a man. He didn't reveal the number before he agreed. Otherwise, if he refused to agree at that time, it would cut off everyone's golden source of income and increase the tension between teammates for nothing.

"Coach Fang, let's go too." The manager smiled redly.

Fang Huai was a little surprised: "I don't need it." He thought the manager was trying to give him an extra bonus, so he refused.

The manager said embarrassedly: "The sponsor said that they have already marked your name on the event promotion, and they are waiting for you to nod and agree. And Coach Fang, you may not know that many of your fans have been waiting for many years."

Fang Huai froze for a moment.

The term "fan" seems to be a vocabulary for him in his previous life. He has always kept a low profile when he was abroad, and he will be dubbed "Devil Coach" by foreign e-sports media. There is also a reason why he has always been mysterious.

Bibabu echoed: "This is true, coach, you don't broadcast live, and your fans squat in our live broadcast room every day to watch you. It's so pitiful."

Fang Huai laughed.

Song Rongtan's eyes secretly fell on his face, feeling a little uncomfortable.

You always smile like this to your fans, but why are you always cold-faced towards me.

Am I not a fan?

He wanted to speak, but he didn't know how to organize the words, so he could only flatten his mouth.

After lunch the next day, everyone in RTG went to the shopping mall for a walk. Bibabu took a bald head and made a smug look with great interest. Song Rongtan declined the kindness of the makeup artist, and Fang Huai didn't even need to say a word. Said that the make-up artist has been blocked by his cold eyes all year round.

RTG may only have one or two offline activities throughout the year, and the enthusiasm of the fans is almost even stronger than during the game.

The event arranged by the sponsor was to select three lucky spectators to come on stage and play against the RTG starters - the passerby challenge team was commanded by Fang Huai throughout.

After the host announced the rules, he waited for a full minute before the voices from the audience gradually died down.

"Then please invite our Dec. players to follow Coach Fang and sit in the challenge team seats—"

"Wait a minute." Song Rongtan said suddenly, "I'll go over there."

The host laughed and said, "Hahaha, does our Ring God not want to bully us passers-by?"

Song Rongtan glanced across the audience, and finally settled on the words [Coach-Fang Huai] in the publicity picture at the end of the crowd.

"No," he said, "I just want to be with the coach."

Fang Huai's pupils shrank slightly.

There was a burst of booing from the audience, Song Rongtan seemed to have suddenly returned to the state before the Cold War, and couldn't stop talking about Fang Huai.

"I did something wrong two days ago and made the coach angry, but I have ignored me these days."

"Twelve?" Song Rongtan called his name suddenly, and the little bald man stood up straight in a jerk.

Song Rongtan smiled lightly: "Give this opportunity to Brother Ring?"

The shiny bald head nodded repeatedly under the light, and the reflected light almost blinded the audience's eyes.

Bibabu curled his lips silently.

What is the reflection of the little bald head...then it's the dazzling light of showing affection!

The grouping was decided in this way, the remaining four of RTG walked to the competition seats, and Song Rongtan went against Fang Huai's side against the flow of people.

"It's not easy." Fang Huai's voice was slightly chilly, "Is this the pearl oyster whose mouth was pried open?"

Song Rongtan knew that he would not lightly expose the matter so easily, so he touched his nose.

Fang Huai remembered some other methods that he found on the search software yesterday.

For example [Children cannot be used to it].

He feels that Song Rongtan has been a little drifting lately... probably because of his softening attitude.

Before winning the championship, Fang Huai thought it was better for them to maintain their previous relationship.

Two of the three lucky passers-by who were drawn were fans of Song Rongtan, their faces flushed with excitement.

After the whole game, I "unfortunately" heard the sound of my idol's filter breaking.

It was almost Fang Huai calling "Ring", and no matter what Song Rongtan was doing, he would first agree to say "I'm here".

Even if the last three were carried by the two big bosses, and they did something like "I won the professional player" for a year, they still looked dazed when they stepped down.

The event ended successfully, everyone in RTG stepped off the stage and left, the security guards pulled up a protective line, and the fans also stood behind the line with restraint, and just stretched out their hands to greet them with unbearable excitement.

"RTG! First!"

"RTG is going!! League champion! World champion!!"

The Bibabu's crazy attribute suddenly broke out, and they also shouted, and the atmosphere became even more heated.

However, at this moment, something happened to Dou Sheng.

Out of the corner of Song Rongtan's eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of someone in the crowd with an expression that didn't fit in with his surroundings. He tried his best to squeeze forward, but he didn't feel any joy.

He frowned and looked over carefully, and when he saw clearly, the blood all over his body was instantly cold.

"careful!"

He subconsciously leaned over, reaching out his arms to Fang Huai's shoulders in an almost pounced posture, and pulled him into his arms firmly, then turned around with his strength, completely separating Fang Huai from the crowd with his back.

The man held something reflective in his hand, and he raised it up and swung it down.

The sound of the knife point piercing flesh was covered by the noise of the crowd, but Fang Huai felt that he heard it clearly.

Blood ran down Song Rongtan's arm, almost dripping down.

The first screams erupt from the crowd—and chaos ensues.

Fang Huai felt that his brain was empty, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to press Song Rongtan's wound to stop the bleeding, but it seemed that he couldn't hold it down, and more dazzling bright red overflowed from his fingers.

He knew that his fingertips were cold, because he clearly felt Song Rongtan's warm blood.

Fang Huai opened his mouth, lost his voice for two seconds, and finally let out a hoarse curse.

"You're a pro! Do you know what you're doing!"

"What's blocking me? Can I play for you? Can I win the championship for you!"

"How many times have I told you, can you think about the consequences before doing things! Can you take some responsibility for you and your teammates!"

The expression on Song Rongtan's face froze.

His heart seemed to be pierced by Fang Huai's successive sneering words.

[I fucking like you! ]

There is a villain in my heart standing in the hollow of the heart, screaming as if trying his best.

But Song Rongtan didn't really say it out.

He lowered his eyes and pulled his arm out of Fang Huai's hand.

"Song Rongtan!"

The next second, Fang Huai shouted sharply.

Before his brain could analyze this sentence, Song Rongtan subconsciously passed his arm back.

During a period of turmoil, Song Rongtan's right arm was wrapped into a ball by the doctor in the hospital.

Fortunately, it was only a skin injury.

"Small things... we can train tomorrow." Song Rongtan said.

The doctor said: "No way, young man, you'd better take care of it for a week. I know your industry, you should not touch the computer for at least three days, and then you can slowly resume training."

Song Rongtan's smile froze.

"Doctor, give him a hospitalization." Fang Huai made a decision. Everyone in RTG agreed one after another, telling Song Rongtan that there was no room for him to refuse.

"Da Zhong, help him with the formalities..." Fang Huai said.

Song Rongtan asked: "What about you?"

Fang Huai glanced at him: "I'll go back and pack your things for the hospital."

Song Rongtan shut up and watched Fang Huai turn and leave.

When Fang Huai returned to the base, it was already past dinner time, and he had some stomach pains. Remembering that there were all kinds of fast food and drinks on Song Rongtan's table, he turned around and went to the training room first.

Song Rongtan's sleep light was still on, as if he was waiting for his master to come back at night and continue to train hard with 100% completion.

Fang Huai poured a cup of rice cereal, and looked down at Song Rongtan's training notes, probably blown open by the wind, revealing the handwriting on the title page.

Fang Huai was suddenly stunned by the fuzzy heat.

The handwriting on the title page is majestic and beautiful... completely different from Song Rongtan's usual scribbled handwriting that almost flew into outer space.

However, a word [Ring] is the same as the font of his signature.

This is indeed Song Rongtan's own handwriting.

Fang Huai slowly reached out to pick up the notebook, the mist of steam was pushed away, and the handwriting under the name was clearly visible.

There is a line of English written on it, and the corresponding Chinese translation.

The handwriting was so familiar that Fang Huai was startled.

He suddenly opened the photo album of his mobile phone in a panic - there was a picture he took in it, the words in a star.

[AnywhereyougoLetmegotoo will make you and me inseparable no matter where we go

That'sallIaskofyouThat's what I expect from you]

The handwriting on the picture on the phone screen...is exactly the same as that on the title page of Song Rongtan's notebook.

Fang Huai's brain was a little dazed, but the phone rang at this moment.

[Song Rongtan]

He took a deep breath and picked it up.

"Brother Huai?"

The voice on the other side gradually overlapped with the voice he had heard in the voice call through the receiver.

"What did you call me?" Fang Huai said, his voice trembling in a way he didn't realize.

The person on the other end of the phone seemed to be stunned for a moment, not knowing what the misunderstanding had become, and his voice became a little more cute.

"Brother Huai!"

Immediately afterwards, he asked again cautiously.

"Are you...don't be angry with me anymore?"

The author has something to say:

Brother Huai: Thank you, the anger value is maxed out