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

He has not been asleep.

From Song Rongtan manually fading out of the video, to when he put his hand on his lips... to when he secretly kissed his forehead.

Fang Huai sat quietly in the waking posture, until Song Rongtan's breath became long, probably in a sleep state, and then he moved his sore neck.

Song Rongtan fell into a deep sleep, was injured unexpectedly today, coupled with the ups and downs of emotions throughout the day, and when he got to this point, even a hard-nosed person couldn't hold on.

Fang Huai moved away slightly, leaned forward to brush his bangs away, and put his hand on his forehead to test the temperature.

Song Rongtan's lips were so hot just now, Fang Huai was a little worried that his wound would be infected.

The touch under the palm is reassuringly normal temperature.

Only then did Fang Huai feel relieved.

When Song Rongtan woke up the next day, Fang Huai was no longer in the ward, but the sound of a shower came from the bathroom.

Song Rongtan reacted for two seconds, and the whole person suddenly woke up—along with a sleeping part somewhere in his body.

[Fang Huai is taking a shower]

This cognition woke up his drowsy brain more effectively than the alarm clock.

He lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and when he saw that he was wearing full trousers, he remembered last night when Fang Huai calmly asked him if he wanted to take off his trousers.

Song Rongtan: ...

There was a sudden knock on the door of the ward, and a little nurse came in with her head in. When she saw Song Rongtan, she froze for a moment, and nodded in a friendly way.

Then she put her hand on the closed bathroom door and pressed the handle to push it open.

Song Rongtan subconsciously shouted: "Wait a minute!!"

The little nurse was taken aback by him.

Song Rongtan took two steps and stood at the door of the bathroom, like a general guarding a castle.

"You can't go in...someone is taking a bath inside."

The little nurse's eyes became strange.

The people in the bathroom heard the noise outside the door, and the sound of the shower stopped.

Immediately afterwards, the door was pulled open from the inside, and Song Rongtan staggered.

"Who takes a bath?" The manager looked blank, holding an apple with water droplets hanging on it.

The little nurse thought for a while and said, "Maybe... it's an apple."

Song Rongtan's face turned dark.

"Why are you?" The disgust in his tone couldn't be concealed - he didn't even try to hide it.

The manager almost dropped an apple on his angry mouth.

"Is it me or who?" He said angrily.

Song Rongtan turned around and went back to bed, lifted the quilt and got in again: "Huai... Where's the coach?"

"Going back to watch training." The manager said, "It's already 9 o'clock."

Song Rongtan rubbed her messy hair irritably, and suddenly found that her hair fell down at some point.

At first he thought the rubber band was broken, so he picked up the pillow and shook it for a long time, but nothing happened.

"Looking for what?" asked the manager.

"The rubber band seems to be broken." Song Rongtan said.

The manager pointed to the head of the bed: "This?"

Song Rongtan looked over and saw that his own black rubber band was placed on the table upright, and beside him lay a new rubber band with a small sun pattern on it that he had never seen before.

"... Whose is this?" He said to himself in a daze.

The manager let out an "oh" and suddenly said, "I was here when I came here. I guess it was Coach Fang who undid your braids when you slept at night."

The little nurse covered her mouth and chuckled a few times: "The Coach Fang you are talking about, is that handsome guy with glasses?"

Song Rongtan nodded.

While preparing something to change the dressing, the little nurse said: "That's what he got for you. Before he left this morning, he asked me if the rubber band is a one-time thing and if it needs to be replaced."

"I said no." The little nurse motioned Song Rongtan to stretch out his arm, and continued, "Then he said, you have a cleanliness. I said that the cleanliness probably doesn't apply to me."

Some blood oozes from the white bandage, and when it was removed, the flesh was still attached, but Song Rongtan didn't respond: "Then what?"

He even urged the little nurse to speak more.

The little nurse looked at him with some admiration, and she was not overly cautious with her hands: "Then he asked me where I can buy rubber bands... that little sun is probably the one he bought for you, it's pretty pretty. "

It's just not suitable for boys.

The manager was a little curious, and was about to reach out to grab it, but Song Rongtan suddenly stretched out his hand and slapped it away.

Before he could ask a question, Song Rongtan preemptively struck.

"Why did you move my things?" He said, and picked up the little sun baby.

No matter how you look at it, it looks good.

How can my brother Huai have such good taste...

After changing the medicine, the little nurse was about to help him wrap up the wound, but Song Rongtan stopped him suddenly.

"Wait a minute, I'll tie my hair up." Song Rongtan said, "I won't be able to bend it after wrapping it up..."

The little nurse was anxious: "Your hand is injured! Your coach asked me to watch you carefully before he left."

Song Rongtan didn't move for an instant.

"...It's so useful." The little nurse was obviously stunned for a moment by the method that took effect so quickly, and sighed softly.

"He's very powerful." Song Rongtan said, and while speaking, put the rubber band on his wrist with one hand, the same hand that Fang Huai wore the watch with.

The little nurse was also very supportive: "He is so young...he looks about the same age as you, so he is a coach?"

Song Rongtan was slightly taken aback.

He pursed his lips, and then spoke with firm eyes.

"He will come back." Song Rongtan said, "As long as he nods... no one will stop him."

The captain stayed in the hospital for three days. In the past few days, the atmosphere in the RTG team has been somewhat dull.

Song Rongtan has already confirmed that he will miss at least two games, that is to say, the eight-to-four and four-to-two in the domestic league finals will be led by the assault team of Bibabu and Xiaobald.

Domestic opponents who are comparable to RTG are training in closed doors. Abroad, Fang Yaoming's team also had some conflicts within the team.

Just when RTG couldn't make an appointment for a training match of comparable strength, GG took the initiative to send an invitation for the training match.

After thinking deeply, Fang Huai chose to accept.

A main player's influence on the team is not insignificant, not to mention that this player is also the number one assault king in the country.

Without Song Rongtan, RTG lost many tactical options.

In the subsequent leagues, RTG was confused and dangerous.

And the RTG players have been used to winning for a year...they haven't lost twice.

Fang Huai had expected that today's training match with GG would inevitably end in failure.

Sure enough, in BO3, RTG narrowly won the next round, and GG won the other round with an overwhelming victory.

The big score came to 1:1.

During a short break, in the game lobby, GG captain Quan Shangtai spoke with an unconcealable sarcasm in his tone.

"Is your sub-assault playing today? No wonder it's a substitute...ah, but your sub-assault is also similar to him."

His babbling foreign language made everyone in RTG a little confused.

Fang Huai narrowed his eyes slightly, but did not answer.

Quan Shangtai suddenly called Fang Huai's name.

"Fang, where's your knight?" He asked with a half-smile.

Fang Huai snorted lightly and spoke.

"A knight need not go to battle—I am the sword myself."

Quan Shangtai was quiet for a few seconds, and suddenly burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha! Fang, today is not April Fool's Day." He said in a strange voice with a strong hint of teasing.

"Don't think I don't know, you can't stand on the field at all."

"When GG won the championship, you were so jealous in the audience...Fang, how pathetic."

Before Fang Huai had time to speak, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind.

"Quan Shangtai, I hope you can still be so ignorant and arrogant in the World Championship next year."

Fang Huai turned his head and saw Song Rongtan standing at the door.

He stood at the door against the light, raised his hand that was still wrapped in gauze——

Pointing to the little bald head's seat.

"There's one game left, right?" He asked casually.

The little bald man wiped his eyes and nodded.

Song Rongtan lifted his chin slightly, showing the arrogance and frivolity in his bones.

"The main players have worked hard, take a break and replace me as a substitute."

The little bald head scrambled to give up his seat - Quan Shangtai seemed to know that he was the most vulnerable one in RTG, and he was about to be beaten to tears by GG after the first game.

Song Rongtan sat on the seat and let out a comfortable breath.

"I'm a little tired too." Da Zhong said suddenly, and when he got up, he lightly bumped Song Rongtan's chair.

Fang Huai looked at Da Zhong's hand—it was indeed trembling slightly from the high-intensity competition.

But RTG has no backup sniper.

"Ah...the substitute sniper is here." Song Rongtan said suddenly.

Fang Huai raised his head, but met his gaze.

Song Rongtan blinked at him slyly.

"Our secret weapon, the backup sniper..."

"Circle."

Immediately afterwards, Song Rongtan smiled and mouthed a series of words to him silently.

[Knights need my—]

[sword]

The author has something to say:

Gouzi: My, do you hear me?mine!

If it's a little short, it's not counted as the third watch... The conscientious merchant may not be sure about Fang Cheng (I cried first

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I confess, I just want to add more, I will add more without nutrient solution, that is to say...

But you have the heart to let me be the donkey of the production team, why don’t you feed me the nutrient solution QAQ

Although I know that everyone will probably run out of stock by the middle of the month, but promise me, if you have any, you must renew my life, please.

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