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

Five minutes later, Fang Huai was sitting in his own seat in the training room, holding the coffee with milk that Song Rongtan had just made for him. The steam was steaming on his cheeks, and his fingertips finally turned red.

Song Rongtan sat opposite him, and the video on the screen was paused.

"You just..." He opened his mouth, halfway through the question but closed his mouth again.

He felt that Fang Huai might not tell him.

Fang Huai took a sip of the still hot coffee and said, "I had a nightmare."

Song Rongtan was slightly stunned, moved the hand on his leg, and curled up slightly, as if he was going to do something but held back.

Fang Huai just lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on his hands.

Song Rongtan was uncomfortable being watched by him, and suddenly hid his hands behind his back.

"What are you hiding from?" Fang Huai said flatly.

After two seconds of silence, Song Rongtan smiled lightly and said, "I'm afraid it will attack me next time."

Fang Huai raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes drifted coolly across Song Rongtan's smiling face.

If it was normal, Song Rongtan would have lowered his head guiltyly when he saw his gaze like this, but today he met Fang Huai's cool gaze directly.

It seemed that there was a steady stream of heat overflowing from his body, and the intertwined gaze almost melted away the coldness that Fang Huai sent.

No one can refuse warmth.

Fang Huai raised his chin slightly, his eyes lowered, and lightly fell on Song Rongtan's wrist hidden behind his back.

"What are you going to do?"

Song Rongtan's hands clenched suddenly, and his Adam's apple rolled uncontrollably.

...how?

He blinked, then suddenly rolled his eyes and smiled.

"Brother Huai, are you fishing?" He asked, "Fishing law enforcement?"

Fang Huai narrowed his eyes, with an imperceptible smile on his face.

"What if I say no?"

Song Rongtan shrugged: "Then I can only say that I lost money."

Fang Huai put away his tentative aura, and smiled silently: "Continue watching your video."

Song Rongtan gave a calm "hmm".

He put his earphones back on, and the video started playing, but his mind was in a mess.

Fang Huai may have noticed something... After all, this time he blocked the knife, he really couldn't hide his difference from him anymore.

On the day of the accident, under the statement on the RTG official blog, some people were already questioning why Song Rongtan and Fang Huai stood on both sides, and they were able to go over to help him block the knife at the first time.

Afterwards, the official blog posted another message, telling everyone that Song Rongtan's injury was fine, and there were some strange words in the comment section.

For example [Song Rongtan, you love him so much], etc.

There was absolutely nothing before.

This incident almost put Song Rongtan's concern on the bright side - even the straight man could see it.

Coupled with the slightly ambiguous conversation at the door of the training room just now...

He didn't believe that Fang Huai didn't notice.

Song Rongtan recalled the whole story of Ah Yuan's rejection.

Fang Huai first praised him, thanked him, and affirmed his position in his heart, and then changed the subject - told him but I don't like you as a lover.

Song Rongtan admits that he may have some PTSD, but the question Fang Huai asked him just now is too much like trying to lure | tempt him not to hide his thoughts, and then reject him.

Like catching wild rabbits in the field, first put down delicious bait to lure him out of the hole, then pull the rabbit trap and throw him into the wild together with the rabbit and the cage.

——I won't be fooled again.Song Rongtan thought calmly.

"Next year, what are RTG's plans?" Fang Huai asked suddenly.

Song Rongtan subconsciously said, "Take the championship."

Then he heard Fang Huai chuckle.

"You can't turn on the sound while watching the video?" Fang Huai raised his eyebrows.

Song Rongtan panicked for a moment, then calmed down again.Now that he had been discovered, he didn't hide it anymore. He simply took off his earphones and said casually, "Where's the coach? What are your plans for next year?"

"Champion." Fang Huai said flatly.

"However, with your injury, if you can't win the RTG Summer Championship, you will destroy my brand..."

"Maybe I'll lose my job next year."

It was rare for him to make a joke, and Song Rongtan cheered him on.

"RTG adds money, you stay." Song Rongtan said, "Anyway, you will win the championship everywhere."

Fang Huai did not comment.

"And so what if we lose? What's more, this is an irresistible external force. It doesn't mean that RTG doesn't have this strength. It's enough to win the World Championship."

"Which professional player has never lost a game, is it necessary to change the coach after losing a game? If you can't win the championship, you can retire in place."

Song Rongtan's tone carried his usual lightness and casualness, but he accidentally said it into Fang Huai's heart. He lowered his eyes and thought for a long time.

"You can take it easy." Fang Huai said suddenly.

Song Rongtan chuckled: "I've wanted to say these words a long time ago, but unfortunately no one listened."

After learning that Fang Huai retired and went to another country, Song Rongtan often circled this passage in his mind.

He thought he would never have the chance to say anything in his life.

But this is probably not the end of fate.

He didn't ask Fang Huai any more. He turned his head and saw that Fang Huai's cup was empty, so he picked it up and went out to wash it. Even though he hadn't done it for three days, he acted as naturally as if he had never left.

After he left, Fang Huai's eyes fell on the notebook he was co-authoring. There was no wind to turn the pages for him today, but he still "saw" the line on the title page in his mind.

A thought that has been firmly suppressed in my heart for two years, is blown by the spring breeze and spread like a weed.

It will eventually bloom one day in the future.

In the afternoon of the second day, it was the eight-to-four match of the domestic league finals. RTG, ranked first in points, faced off against NG, ranked fifth in points.

Song Rongtan clasped his hands and swaggered after him.

The big screen shots on the field were shown to the lounges of both sides. This was the first time RTG fans saw Song Rongtan after the accident.

The young man who has always been flamboyant is now alone on the single sofa. The teammates who are going to play are discussing tactics with the coach, but he can only look down at his arms.

In the live broadcast room, it was rare for the barrage to show a little distress for this thorn.

[Ring is such a pity...]

[It can only be said that it is a blessing in misfortune, the muscles on the hands were not injured or anything. ]

[Damn it, I really want to scold him!Don't know you're a pro gamer?Be a fart hero. ]

[Indeed... To be honest, what if the knife is stabbed in the coach's hand?The coaches with their hands tied can still watch them train. ]

[Just speechless, pure passer-by, is Fang Huai the broom star of RTG? ]

[…?Is the brain in front of it somewhat stained?Are you eating the first spring and summer points? ]

[Thank you for RTG internal affairs, idiots don't care :)]

[Which one of you still scolds Ring?Can I meet Ring?it's so funny. ]

[Coach Fang scolded Gouzi earlier than any of you sunspots. I was at the scene at the time, and Coach Fang directly scolded Gouzi for being autistic. ]

[Although it is miserable, it is inexplicably funny. ]

[I never thought that the prickly dog ​​would be sanctioned one day hhhhhh]

[It's so pitiful, 2333 sits on the side and can't discuss tactics with the coach, Gouzi is so fucking resentful. ]

[srds, have you ever thought that when the game starts, he will be alone with Coach Fang in the lounge XD]

[Damn, an unimagined path...]

Song Rongtan obviously also thought of going with the barrage.

He raised his head, his face showed no sign of being unable to play, with his good arm resting on the back of his head, he tilted his head slightly to look at Fang Huai, with a just right smile on his face.

In the next second, the door of the lounge was pushed open, and the manager of RTG walked in.

Song Rongtan's face pulled down instantly.

"Didn't you say you couldn't come today because of something?" He gritted his teeth.

The manager was a little dazed by his sudden hostility: "God is good, it went smoothly over there unexpectedly, if I can come early, I must come, right?"

Song Rongtan pinched the bridge of her nose: "Now I'll give you a vacation, go back and rest."

The manager looked weird: "Playing with the team is considered overtime for me. Cutting people's money is like killing parents."

"...but paid leave could be considered."

A black thread hung on Song Rongtan's face: "I'll ask the boss to resign you if you hurry up tomorrow."

The manager fully saw his stern attitude, relying on this thorn, he didn't dare to make a mistake when Fang Huai was present, so he sat down on the sofa with all his might.

"Coach Fang, don't worry about going on stage later, I'll watch this guy in the lounge." He pointed to Song Rongtan and said loudly.

Fang Huai looked back and saw the manager, nodded slightly: "It's hard work."

This is considered to be temporarily fostering Song Rongtan to him.

As a sick patient, Song Rongtan had no choice but to grind his teeth secretly.

The staff knocked on the door of the lounge and signaled that they were ready to play.

The RTG crowd in a circle suddenly fell silent for two seconds.

In the past at this time, Song Rongtan would raise his head and stretch out his hand, and everyone would pile on top of each other to cheer, but now Song Rongtan was confronting the manager childishly.

Fang Huai glanced at the profile of the blond young man, retracted his gaze, and stretched out his hand.

Everyone was stunned.

The little bald head was the first to react, and put his hand on it very excitedly.

"I've wanted to be next to the coach for a long time!" The child's voice was clear and innocent, "But every time the best position is taken away by the captain!"

"It's my turn this time! Haha!"

His laughter stopped abruptly—

A hand and its domineering and tough posture squeezed between the palms and backs of his and Fang Huai's touching palms.

Song Rongtan had already stood beside Fang Huai at some point, and was trying to get his hand in through the gap in the crowd.

He straightened his arms, and from a certain angle, this movement almost held Fang Huai in his arms.

Fang Huai moved half a step to the side indiscriminately, and Song Rongtan squeezed in, smiling brightly.

The little bald man's eyes were full of disappointment.

"Small bald head, don't show off when you get the benefits, you know?" Bi Babu patted the little bald head on the shoulder earnestly, "When you go out, you must remember this principle of not revealing your wealth."

Fang Huai remained calm, and stretched out his other hand, ready to touch the back of the little bald head's hand. Seeing this, Song Rongtan immediately stretched out his injured paw, which was still wrapped in gauze, as if he was going to push it over.

Fang Huai paused slightly.

"One hand is enough today." Da Zhong smiled kindly, and said, "Otherwise some people may feel that they have lost blood."

Everyone knew who he was talking about, and all laughed.

Stacked palms pressed down in unison, and a chorus of shouts from RTG's young lads pierced through the lounge door.

"RTG—"

"come on!"

Fang Huai took the other four people on stage. In the waiting room, the manager frowned tightly.

"What are you doing with a sad face?" Song Rongtan asked.

"Your hand...you must miss at least two or three games." The manager sighed, "I'm worried whether they can last until you come back."

"RTG is fifth in this matchup, and EUP and GR should not fall to the eighth to the fourth. Then when the four to the second, we are bound to face one of EUP and GR."

"If you still can't play by then, then..."

Song Rongtan suddenly chuckled.

"I think you're a little pessimistic," he said.

The manager is still frowning: "I am realistic, and I am legitimately concerned!"

Song Rongtan patted the manager's arm: "Our RTG is now dual-core, do you understand what dual-core means?"

He stretched out his hands and clenched them into fists: "One me, one him. Without me, I wouldn't lose." He put the two fists together, spread out one of them and wrapped it around the other.

"Although I can't play, I will use other methods to make the other core more powerful."

When Song Rongtan said it, he was still lazily leaning on the sofa, with "drag" written all over his body.

The manager hated him the most, gave him a hard look, and continued to babble:

"Tell me about you, how can you fly so far away to block Coach Fang..."

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, and touched his chin: "Tell me, will Coach Fang soften his heart because of your move, or something... and then renew our contract for another year next year?"

Song Rongtan's expression became more serious: "Don't bring these things up in front of him, I don't want this to be a bargaining chip to keep him."

"I'm not talking about the chips." The manager said, "Even if I don't say it, Coach Fang will definitely keep it in mind. He is not an ungrateful person."

"I will tell him that there is no need to think about these things." Song Rongtan said.

"That's all for later...it's you, sometimes I don't quite understand you." The manager looked at him with some inquiry in his eyes.

"Since you don't want Coach Fang to feel guilty about it, why do you want to do it?"

The corner of Song Rongtan's mouth slightly raised into a helpless smile: "It's a subconscious thing..."

"To put it bluntly, it's still emotional." The manager looked clear, "If you can really be as rational as you say...then you can leave him alone at that time."

Song Rongtan pursed her lips.

"Obviously you can't." The manager spread his hands, "Why do you ask Coach Fang to do something you can't do yourself? Coach Fang is also a human being."

Song Rongtan suddenly didn't know what to say, and turned his head to look in another direction.

He couldn't imagine Fang Huai's choice for just one person - even if the person was himself.

Because he has been abandoned once, so I don't believe it.

The room was silent for a while, the game on the screen had already entered the game, Fang Huai opened the door and came in, and saw a strange and dull atmosphere in the room.

"Have you had a fight?" he asked.

The manager said, "Oh, Ring feels like he's nothing to do with the team."

Song Rongtan: NFDJ?

"I didn't say it!" He couldn't tolerate others slandering him like this, he immediately pulled away from his disappointment and retorted loudly.

Fang Huai looked at him seriously: "You are very important."

Song Rongtan suddenly seemed to be strangled by someone's neck, and his voice disappeared.

The manager watched them with interest.

"You are the pillar of RTG." Fang Huai said.

In just two sentences, Song Rongtan seemed to be frozen there.

Fang Huai's eyes were light: "Satisfied?"

Song Rongtan opened his mouth, but said nothing.

"When you're satisfied, watch the game carefully." Fang Huai turned around and sat down after speaking, as if he had just completed a routine task, focusing on the situation on the screen.

Behind him, the manager gave a soft "tsk", and poked the dumbfounded Song Rongtan with the briefcase in his hand in disgust.

"Stupid?" He whispered, with a gloating tone, "Who said you were not emotional just now?"

"Let me see if you haven't passed the second term of middle school, Ring."

"Isn't it normal for people to have seven emotions and six desires? Are you playing the humanoid computer angel heart here?"

Song Rongtan was still immersed in the exuberance that Fang Huai praised, but he couldn't bear it when the manager ruined the atmosphere.

"Watch the game! Why are you arguing!"

Fang Huai, who was sitting on the chair in front of him, turned his head slowly, his eyes turned cold.

"You are the loudest, Song Rongtan."

"……Oh."

An hour and a half later, RTG narrowly won with a final score of 2:1.

He didn't expect to lose Song Rongtan's RTG, and he had already lost the game just by being fifth in points. Even if he won, Fang Huai's expression in the waiting room was not the slightest bit happy.

In the final match point, RTG played very anxiously, and was once led by the NG team in the middle, breaking away from the tactics Fang Huai told them. Fortunately, they came to their senses at the last moment, which prevented RTG from being humiliated in the eight-in-four.

Fang Huai let out a long breath, leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes to rest.

His nerves, which have been tense for the past two days, need to be rested.

Song Rongtan was stunned for a moment.

He was bending forward with his arms on his legs, but Fang Huai suddenly leaned back and made him straighten up subconsciously.

The distance between Fang Huai and him was suddenly shortened.

The black-haired young man raised his head, his broken hair fell between his closed eyelashes, and then trembled slightly.The white neck line broke into Song Rongtan's sight without warning, and spread into the pure white shirt collar.

Fang Huai's buttons were always buttoned up to the highest point, blocking Song Rongtan's gaze under his Adam's apple.

Song Rongtan suddenly turned away in a panic, feeling like a thief standing in front of someone else's closed door.

"Are you... are you sleepy?" He only felt that there was an inexplicable atmosphere in the air, and he dryly found a topic to try to break.

Fang Huai's voice to respond was extremely soft.

"Very tired." He paused, opened his eyes suddenly, and saw Song Rongtan's earlobe, which was so red that it was almost dripping with blood, that he had turned his head but forgot to cover it.

He subconsciously raised his hand and pinched it.

Song Rongtan almost jumped up, but because Fang Huai pinched his earlobe, he had to stay where he was, and couldn't even look back at Fang Huai's expression.

"You..." He couldn't even utter a word of accusation, he just felt that Fang Huai's cool fingers on his ears that were about to burn were very comfortable.

Fang Huai gently squeezed twice.

It was unexpectedly soft to the touch, just like Song Rongtan's soft hair, and it was incompatible with his prickly personality.

But if it's Madoka...it makes sense.

Fang Huai suddenly chuckled, feeling a strange feeling in his heart, as if being healed by the soft touch of his hands.

"It's tiring to design a tactic without your participation, player Song Rongtan." Fang Huai pinched his earlobe again, as if to punish him at the end.

"...so get well soon."

"Squeak-"

The door of the lounge was pushed open, and everyone from RTG who had finished the game and the manager who went to the bathroom were noisily preparing to enter the door.

Bibabu took the lead, and when he turned his head, he swept to the two people on the sofa in the room.

Fang Huai leaned on the back of the chair and raised his head, his hands seemed to be around Song Rongtan's neck, and their sick captain changed his sick attitude before going out, and looked down at the coach with an uncontrollable expression in his eyes. Possessive, with one hand on the back of the chair, it seems that the next second will follow the strength of his neck and bend over...

Help! !Mai Aisi! ! !

Bibabu reacted very quickly, stepped back instantly, closed the door with his backhand, and subconsciously blocked the official follow-up camera for the two people in the room with a guilty conscience.

"What, what's the matter...?" The official photographer was turned away for the first time, with a dazed expression.

"Ah, uh..." Bibabu had a brainstorm, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and said loudly.

"Then what! Our coach seems to be, yelling at our captain's ear! Yes, yelling at his ear...!"

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Myeyes: myeyes. Said that he saw something he shouldn't see.