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

Fang Huai felt that the tacit understanding with Song Rongtan felt during the replay in the afternoon did not seem to be a coincidence.

He has been paying attention to this young talented player since Song Rongtan first entered the professional circle a year ago. He understands Song Rongtan's style and can accurately predict most of his choices on the field, which is as it should be.

But what made him feel different was that Song Rongtan seemed to be constantly giving him feedback.

It's as if the other party is familiar with every habit of his and can guess his next thought.

"7 meters in the direction of 30 o'clock, scouts are approaching the beacon. Someone is going to shoot you at 2 meters in the direction of 40 o'clock." Fang Huai said.

"Okay." Song Rongtan answered simply.

In the next second, the two split up without warning. Fang Huai opened the mirror and held his breath. He aimed his gun at the moving scout, and Song Rongtan rushed around.

Gunshots rang out almost simultaneously,

[Huai killed my gun with SSG08]

[ringring kills me with M4A4 gun for you]

Song Rongtan laughed out loud: "Good guy, lovers."

Fang Huai also chuckled.

"No. [-], I suspect that the team chat channel of the two of us has been blocked." No. [-] said with a smile, "When will they divide the work and who will fight which?"

Number three laughed out loud.

Song Rongtan was stunned, and coughed lightly, saying seriously, "This is the sympathy between masters."

[Gouzi scolds fans for being a real hit]

[Brother No. [-] is too cowardly, he obediently called Brother Ring throughout the round, and called Gouzi in between. Don’t see me/doge]

[No. [-]: In the live broadcast room, I punched hard, and I met obediently in the ranking and was taken away, laughing to death. ]

[Non-nonsense, Gouzi clearly has number one hhhh]

"Should I take him?" Song Rongtan joked, "Am I worthy?"

[Oh shit!Love humbles!Let him, who has always been arrogant, bow his head! ! ]

[It smells like grass! ]

[Hurry up and ask for a friend seat with No. [-], Gouzi! ]

"Number One, do you want to line up together for the next game?" Song Rongtan asked, "You played well."

Fang Huai didn't even want to play the game when he went online, this round was just an accident at the beginning.

"No, there is still work."

Song Rongtan pursed her lips: "Then give it to a friend? Next time we have a chance to line up together."

Fang Huai was slightly taken aback, he remembered the only person in the friend list, the person who last logged in a year ago.

In the past when he was in duo with [Square World No. 4], Fang Huai had a nice voice and a good marksmanship. In 4v[-], he was often asked to be a friend.

"What if you are stripped of your vest by other malicious people!" After the game ended, the child said timidly, "It's safer to only have me as a friend."

Fang Huai didn't say anything at the time, but he was taken aback.

"It's not very convenient." After a pause, he said, "I promised others, and I won't add friends."

The beacon lights of the three roads have all been ignited, and the enemy group is still in the resurrection cd period. Fang Huai stood there for two seconds, and led No. [-] and No. [-] into the enemy's safe house.

The steampunk style [Victory] popped out, and the music in his ears was magnificent and joyful, but Song Rongtan suddenly felt a little complicated.

Fang Huai still remembered what he said, and still cared about him... But this kind of thing of shooting himself in the foot still made him feel a little awkward.

[Square World No. [-]] in Fang Huai's heart still maintains its former status, and the name Song Rongtan is probably just an ordinary stabbing player with Fang Huai.

It is difficult for those who have tasted the sweetness to give up. He had just regained a bit of the tacit understanding with Fang Huai in the past, but the next second he was pushed away as a stranger again.

After the game is over, the system automatically pops the four out of the room.

Fang Huai didn't even say "goodbye".

[What's wrong with Gouzi... suddenly stopped talking. ]

[Ah, it's not really sad because of being rejected by No. [-]...]

[Gouzi, do you need to be cautious in online dating? ? ]

[Yeah, maybe No. [-] just has a nice voice and is ugly and round.Gouzi relax]

Song Rongtan frowned, picked out the barrage, and directly gave a one-hour silence package.

[? ? ? ?Grass]

[Is this the crowning of Lan Yan in a fit of anger? ]

[Damn it, although the dog is so miserable, I really want to laugh, what's going on]

[This wave, this wave is a dog, and evil people have evil rewards. ]

"Hey, Captain, let's line up together!" Bibabu called out from behind, but Song Rongtan ignored it.

[A man who is worse than Bubba...]

[Why doesn't Bibabu broadcast live!Wasn't he the most diligent live broadcaster before? ]

"He can't finish the training." Song Rongtan said unhappily, suddenly remembered something, and turned to look at Bibabu's seat.

Sure enough, the game window had been minimized on the screen, and the interface of Doudizhu was very gaudy and attractive.

"Have you finished your training?" Song Rongtan asked.

Bibabu scratched his head: "No...this is not a break. I'm dizzy."

"I advise you to close it quickly." Song Rongtan sneered, "If you get caught later, don't blame me for not reminding you."

Bibabu panicked, looked out of the empty window, and said, "I'll just play for a few minutes."

After Fang Huai arrived at RTG, everyone had a remote monitoring software on their desktops, similar to the computer class in primary and secondary schools, where the teacher can control the computers of all the students in the class.

During the training, Fang Huai can remotely control everyone's situation at any time.

The system will detect the completion of the players' training today. After the plan is completed, the monitoring system will automatically disconnect.

"The coach must be watching Ah Mai." Bibabu patted his chest, "Didn't you just give Ah Mai a training session this afternoon...Damn it!!!"

Song Rongtan turned around when he heard the sound, and a warning dialog box popped up on Bibabu's screen.

[Training to fish?The seventh and eighth items in the plan, all doubled, open training clothes, I will watch you do it. ]

Bibabu frantically closed the Doudizhu interface.

Song Rongtan smiled gloatingly.

[What scares me to death, why is Bibabu here to watch ghost movies? ? ]

"He fought landlords during training, and was caught by the coach." Song Rongtan was in a good mood.

[Didn't see the trainer]

[Vaguely saw a warning dialog box on his screen... Your coach is not a hacker, is he? ? ]

"Well, remote monitoring." Song Rongtan didn't explain much, and arranged another game.

[Fuck, it's too strict... Xie Yao has already recalled the fear of being caught playing games in the information class. ]

[No wonder you can bring out the four crowns, this is too tight... Lu Zhuan fans! ]

Before the corners of Song Rongtan's mouth curled up, the wind direction of the barrage suddenly changed sharply.

[srds, I heard that this person earns a million dollars a year, so he should be stricter and more powerful...it should be. ]

[How many? ?million? ? ? ]

[Is it true or not?Look stupid to me, the head coach of GR, the domestic champion last year, heard that the annual income plus winning bonus is less than seven figures? ? ]

[The salary of domestic coaches is not as high as that of players]

[Laughed angrily, why should he, Fang Huai?Wouldn’t it be great if you went abroad to be plated with gold? ? ]

[Don't come back to make money because of the large amount of money given in the country, have fun. ]

[yue, no way, no way, no one has illusions about Fang Huai's character/doubt/doubt]

"I don't know more about it, but last season, Fang Huai's salary in Country Y's AR team was equivalent to 70 in domestic currency for half a season, which is 140 million per year."

Song Rongtan still had a habitual smile on his face, but it didn't reach his eyes.

"Black people should also pay attention to the basic law. Is it interesting to talk about empty words?"

It was still full just now, when the bullet screen that gathered the crowd to denounce suddenly froze for two seconds.

[Brothers, let me be fair, foreign countries, especially countries Y and H, have huge coach salaries. ]

[The premise is that the data Gouzi said is true. ]

[Gouzi has no reason to lie to us, he is old and thorny, so he has never defended anyone. ]

[Which of the keyboard warriors here is willing to take 40 less annual salary and still be scolded?Oh I forgot, you don't have 40. ]

[It's not Fang Huai fan, I'm a dog in this wave. ]

[no?You have heard that the wind is the rain, and it has become too fast, right? ]

[Admonition to some people, if you think you don’t make enough money in the country, you don’t have to come back?Who told him who begged him to come back? ? RTG is really unlucky, has it been plagued? ]

[really]

[Are those in the front navy?Give grandpa a whole smile.Need to give you some popular science about what this rubbish coach did when he was a player :)]

[It’s not good, don’t cause trouble for Gouzi. ]

[what's the trouble? ?Has Gouzi provoked Fang Huai rarely before?It's time for Liang Zi to get married early.It's something that everyone knows well, so what's the whitewashing of peace. ]

[The anchor has activated the ban on the entire live broadcast room]

In the camera, Song Rongtan's face was terribly cold, but he remained silent for a long time. The only sound in the live broadcast room was the clattering of keyboards in the training room.

"I hope everyone will focus on RTG's games and results, and don't be led into unnecessary rhythms. RTG's goal is always to be the champion."

"I don't want any of my teammates' live broadcast room to have such provocative remarks about fishing in troubled waters again."

"The RTG legal department is always on hand, and I will inform you in the name of the captain."

Song Rongtan paused for two seconds, then said bluntly, "Training, let's download it first."

The training room was so quiet that a needle could be heard, the teammates stopped training and looked at each other, but Song Rongtan just opened the custom training uniform in silence, and greeted the bull's-eye with a burst of bullets, but was hit like a goddess. everywhere.

Feeling a little irritated, Song Rongtan got up: "I'm going back to the dormitory first." Ah Mai and Da Zhong said goodnight to him.

"Damn it! Why!" Bibabu was envious.

Song Rongtan opened the door with his pocket in his pocket: "With your captain, I have already finished training, understand?"

After leaving the gate of the training room, he subconsciously wanted to take the shortcut of turning right and going back to the dormitory. After a pause, he finally turned left and passed the coach's office.

Fang Huai sat quietly at the table alone, occasionally taking a sip of the coffee at hand.

As if sensing the sight from the window, Fang Huai raised his eyes without warning, and bumped into Song Rongtan.

Song Rongtan panicked for a moment, before he could come up with a countermeasure, he saw Fang Huai put down his work and get up to open the door.

"Didn't you say you want to download the training?" Fang Huai said.

Song Rongtan was stunned: "...Did you watch my live broadcast?"

"Bibba McCree heard it."

Fang Huai looked at him calmly, but Song Rongtan's expression changed.

"I didn't mean to speak to you." He said, "I'm just stating the facts for the sake of RTG's reputation. After all, you are also a member of RTG now."

"I won't be tied to RTG, and you don't need to have a good relationship with me." Fang Huai said coldly, "After I leave, RTG will naturally be innocent, so you can put away your worries."

Song Rongtan opened his mouth.

"If it's for the good of RTG, put away your unrealistic thoughts..."

"Do your thorns well."

After recovering from the daze, Song Rongtan turned his head abruptly, but only saw the back of Fang Huai walking into the training room.

Song Rongtan recalled that when Fang Huai hadn't decided where to join him, he told the boss firmly, "If the annual salary is directly adjusted to seven figures, I don't believe that other teams would dare to join."

The boss had a "you're crazy" expression on his face: "Are you asking me to raise another first-line player who can't play?! The reputation is still rotten..."

Song Rongtan: "But he brought out four champions."

The boss sighed: "Seven figures are too expensive, Xiao Song..."

Song Rongtan raised his eyebrows: "He has nearly 200 million overseas."

The boss wrinkled his face: "It's not that you don't know that the situation at home and abroad is different, and that's not how we make money."

Song Rongtan was silent for a while: "... Forget it, I'll give you the money, you just have to bid."

"Are you sure?" The boss widened his eyes.

"He deserves it." Song Rongtan smiled, "If I can't win the championship, I will pay you my salary this year?"

The boss looked him up and down, jokingly: "Do you know what you look like... like a boss who spends money on a starlet, hahahaha, what's the relationship between you two?"

Song Rongtan half-truth and half-false: "My first love."

The boss laughed out loud: "Fuck, you might as well say that black fans are more real."

Song Rongtan smiled, but didn't answer.

The memory came to an abrupt end, and Song Rongtan suddenly clenched his fingers that had been blown a little cold by the wind, and there was an idea in his heart that spiraled and spread like a vampire vine, growing fast.

He finally trotted, pushed open the bedroom door and turned on the computer. While panting, he entered a string of numbers and letters on the game client that hadn't been used for a long time, but was still engraved on his heart.

The screen flickered, and a special welcome message appeared for players who hadn't logged in to the game for more than half a year.

[Long time no see! Square World No. [-] welcomes back to TETD! ]

Song Rongtan quickly skipped the animation, and after entering the lobby interface, the bright red message prompt in the friend list gave him a hard time.

He moved the mouse and clicked on the only message.

[Huai: Are you playing professionally?Which team lacks a coach. ]

The time of sending the letter was one year ago.

Song Rongtan's pupils suddenly tightened.

Eighteen|Nine years old, average talent, well-behaved personality... This is what [Square World Number One] looks like in front of Fang Huai.

Fang Huai thought about looking for him, and went through several teams, still trying to find out his whereabouts.

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This chapter has been modified a bit ww