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

Zhao Zichu in the audience just felt that he was stared inexplicably.

But since Song Rongtan stared for a reason, why bother?

Stare back! !

Zhao Zichu immediately looked back at Song Rongtan viciously, and stared until Song Rongtan let go of Fang Huai, and the two of them stepped off the stage side by side, their eyes still glued to the golden-haired head like continuous arrows.

"What's wrong with you?" The teammates around him asked him, "What did Ring mess with you again?"

"Song Rongtan stared at me?! I don't know why." Zhao Zichu said, "Tomorrow is a solo match. Is he declaring war on me?"

The day after tomorrow is the 4v4 championship match. Before the team match, tomorrow will be a single match.

Zhao Zichu felt that he had been connoted.

Indeed, he did not get the first place in the single competition every year!

Zhao Zichu's fist hardened, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that he couldn't bear it, so he took out his phone and found Song Rongtan, and slammed it out.

When Song Rongtan received the news, he was already in the car back to the base.

It was rare for him not to sit in the same row as Fang Huai - Fang Huai sat alone in the first row of aisle seats, and did not give him a seat to sit in.

Song Rongtan could only sit down in the back row in desperation.

He knew very well that it was his fault today, after all, when he was on stage, he went too far.

But he knew that Fang Huai would not point it out, even if Fang Huai really felt that his actions had gone too far, there was no way to really put this matter on the table.

Song Rongtan suddenly felt that he looked like a villain, while manipulating Fang Huai's character, he did something like bullying him.

As if he was sober after drinking, he silently lowered his head.

However, when Song Rongtan was thinking about it halfway, he took out his mobile phone and saw Zhao Zichu's "incompetent rage".

Sentence after sentence like a cannonball, but in Song Rongtan's eyes, he is like a stern little Teddy who only barks at others.

"Heh." He sneered, and his reflection disappeared immediately.

[Ring: Are you jealous?Envious? ]

[Ring: No use, he is my coach. ]

[Ring: People from RTG. ]

[First: Are you proud?Don't think I don't know Brother Huai only signs with you until the end of the year. ]

[First: He stayed with you for a year is already the limit, you don't think Brother Huai really won't leave next year, do you? ]

[First: No way, no way?idiot! ! ]

[Ring: So what if he's not in RTG?Is he going to GR? ]

[First: You are incompetent and furious here, right?You know again? /soya smile]

[Ring: I don't know what you're proud of, if he wanted to go to GR, he would have gone.He didn't go the first year, there's no way he'll go after that :)]

[Ring: Next year, I will go wherever he goes. ]

[Ring: Everyone has been sent to me, what are you fighting with me for? ]

[First: Are you fucking out of your mind?Have you watched too many Gongdou dramas? ]

[Ring: You are the one. ]

[Ring: Do you think Brother Huai will be okay with you now?His favorite player is still me.It was me who hugged in front of the camera for so long! ]

[Ring: You can only watch from below! ]

There was no sound from the other side.

Song Rongtan's eyelids drooped, exuding the remnant anger after the elementary school chicken quarrel.

He seems to have won the quarrel, but lost completely.

Although he spoke harshly, he also felt that Zhao Zichu was right.

It was he who was impotent and furious.

His eyes kept falling on Fang Huai's exposed arm beside the armrest of the first row of seats.

Fang Huai gave him the windbreaker—in order to cover his bleeding arm and prevent others from seeing it.

The air conditioner in the car was turned on a little bit, and it was just right for the teammates to wear team uniforms and jackets.

Song Rongtan got up suddenly, and walked to the front row with his coat in hand.

The phone vibrated suddenly, and he looked down to see another message from Zhao Zichu.

[First:? ?Song Rongtan? ?I? ]

Song Rongtan stood still in the middle of the road, with the corners of his mouth clenched and low air pressure exuding from his body.

[Ring: It's your father and me. ]

[First: What bullshit are you talking about! !Do you like Fangshen? ?The unreasonable kind? ? ]

[Ring: Yes!How about it?I was standing beside him. ]

Behind Zhao Zichu's id is displayed [the other party is talking...]

Song Rongtan's earphones were hanging on his ears, and he clicked to play almost as soon as the voice bar popped up.

"You are fucking sick!!——"

Suddenly, the driver slammed on the brakes, Song Rongtan subconsciously stretched out his hand to support the back of the seat, and let out a soft "hiss".

Then, something happened that made him regret for the rest of his life.

He held the mobile phone in his outstretched hand, and the earphone cable was straightened by this action, and the jack became loose.

The sound in the headset suddenly disappeared, and his finger was resting on the voice bar, and was shaken by the bumpy vehicle, and he clicked on it again.

Zhao Zichu's roar came from the loudspeaker.

"Song Rongtan, you are fucking sick! My girlfriend saw your bullshit! I don't like men! Climb!!!"

……

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The driver slammed on the brakes in fright.

Bibabu, who had been chatting in full swing, stopped their voices instantly like a goose being strangled by the neck.

Including Fang Huai, the eyes of everyone in the car fell on Song Rongtan.

But Song Rongtan only saw Fang Huai's.

When the voice note was broadcast, his first reaction was not to deny the deep-rooted relationship between Fang Huai and Zhao Zichu.

Instead, he wondered if Brother Huai would be sad.

Does he know that Zhao Zichu has a girlfriend?Do you know he doesn't like men...

Song Rongtan's panicked eyes met Fang Huai's usual calm expression.

"You..." No one dared to speak, Fang Huai organized his words and asked, "Has your love life been frustrated?"

His tone was completely irrelevant.

Song Rongtan didn't know whether to be happy or sad for a moment.

Only now did he belatedly feel the gazes of other people on him, and when he saw Bibabu's eyes filled with "shocked my whole family for a whole year", he suddenly felt a burst of suffocation.

The car drove slowly again, and Song Rongtan stumbled to the front row.

Fang Huai put down his legs and offered him a seat.

"Come over here." Fang Huai said, "Don't keep sad things in your heart."

Song Rongtan hesitated for a while, whether to sit here or go back to his back row and shut himself up, but in the end he couldn't resist Fang Huai's temptation.

Putting this person here is completely a trap for Song Rongtan.

"Let me see." Fang Huai said, stretching out his hand to signal Song Rongtan to pass his arm over.

When he looked over, Song Rongtan was supporting the back of the seat with his injured hand, with a very painful expression on his face.

Song Rongtan stretched out his arm hesitantly, the gauze on it was still as white as new.

——The wound didn't mean to ooze blood at all, let alone crack.

Fang Huai raised his eyebrows.

"What did you tell me on stage?" He said, his voice was flat, but with the coolness of asking a teacher to ask a crime.

Song Rongtan opened his mouth, facing Fang Huai's cold gaze, he felt like a criminal awaiting trial kneeling under Qingtian Grand Master's hall, completely unable to utter a single lie.

Fang Huai narrowed his eyes.

The next second, Song Rongtan gritted his teeth, leaned over and hugged her.

His whole body was hung on Fang Huai's shoulders like a koala, and Fang Huai's windbreaker was spread out on his arms, covering half of his head that was pressed against Fang Huai's shoulder.

"Brother Huai...I didn't lie to you." He lowered his head and buried it in Fang Huai's shoulder again, his voice low and muffled.

"It was really painful at the time, I just... I was afraid that the wound was open, so I..."

Fang Huai swallowed the words that were already on his lips.

"How long will you hold me?" He asked lightly.

Song Rongtan didn't speak, her breathing was steady and long—he went straight to pretending to sleep for a second.

The manager sitting across the aisle looked embarrassed at the captain of his team who was coquettishly avoiding reprimand.

"Coach Fang, let me help you carry him away...?" He asked tentatively.

Fang Huai raised an indistinct smile on his lips,

"Let him go." He said calmly, "He will cry when we go to the hospital later."

As soon as he said a word, Fang Huai felt the arms around his neck tighten.

The manager was also stunned for a moment: "What, what..."

"It just so happens that the stitches should be removed today." Fang Huai said, and after finishing speaking, he smiled softly.

The manager only felt a shiver all over his body, like a bucket of ice water being poured from the sky.

He slumped back to his seat, feeling shocked.

Their coach... really deserves to be someone who can tame thorns.

He was obviously just an ordinary stitch removal, but if he said it, why did he feel like he was full of the top ten tortures? !

Suddenly, Fang Huai's phone vibrated twice.

Song Rongtan suddenly bounced like an electric shock.

Fang Huai looked at him suspiciously: "The pretending to sleep is over?"

Song Rongtan's head was welded to the side facing the window, Fang Huai could only see his suddenly red ears, and the redness was still spreading down his neck.

What's the matter, is this again...?

Fang Huai reached out to touch his phone, and suddenly made a move.

His mobile phone was placed in the trouser pocket on Song Rongtan's side. With Song Rongtan's koala posture just now, the mobile phone should just stick to...

Fang Huai's gaze drifted down subconsciously.

——Song Rongtan's long legs, which were always placed neatly by his side, were folded awkwardly in the cramped seat at this moment, and his legs were stretched reluctantly.

Fang Huai didn't know whether he should continue to take this phone.

However, the phone vibrated continuously, as if there was something urgent for him to look at.

The vibration spread from the outside of Fang Huai's thigh, and he suddenly felt awkward, and he pulled out the culprit in a panic.

It was Zhao Zichu's news.

[Zhao Zichu: Brother Huai! ! !run! ! ]

[Zhao Zichu: Song Rongtan likes you! !Depend on!He has a crush on you! ]

[Zhao Zichu: He said it himself!Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah]

[Zhao Zichu: Brother Huai!quick!run! ! ]

Fang Huai raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked back and forth between the pictures of evidence that Zhao Zichu sent him.

[Square: Thank you. ]

[Zhao Zichu: Brother Huai, come to GR! !All iron-blooded straight men!No danger! ! ]

[Square: No need. ]

[Square: I still have work to do in RTG. ]

[Zhao Zichu: Ah... what is it QWQ? ]

Fang Huai smiled silently.

[Square: Sit back and wait. ]

The author has something to say:

After I wrote that hug yesterday, I thought I would see everyone in the comment area, but I woke up in the morning and it was all hahaha. I was so stupid at the time. Home, why are you laughing so loudly QAQ

In the end, I found out that you guys were joking (heartbreak.jpg)

That is to say, I will no longer spoil the atmosphere with my words... The water of the West Lake is my tears.