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

The sound was too soft, even if caught, it quickly dissipated in the cheers like a wave. Fang Huai didn't know how to speak, so he could only pretend that he didn't hear it.

Or he didn't even know if it was his auditory hallucination.

"Okay, hurry up and hold the cup." Fang Huai pursed his lips and smiled lightly.

Bibabu pushed his back and let him go on stage first: "The coach is in front! Take it first!"

The little bald man followed him with a happy face, bluffing: "Yes! It is agreed that the coach will hold the cup, and then we will hold the coach!"

"Coach! I recently lifted weights secretly! The audience in my live broadcast said that I can go to Shaolin Temple after I retire! Let me try!"

Fang Huai laughed: "Stop coming."

Song Rongtan's eyes suddenly brightened: "I can lift it up."

Fang Huai froze for a moment.

He uncontrollably recalled the hug two days ago in his mind.

He even wore the same coat at the same location.

At that time, the place where he was shackled suddenly showed his sense of existence, and the temperature in Song Rongtan's palm was higher than that of his body.

It's like being branded with an indelible mark.

Fang Huai's Adam's apple hidden under his shirt rolled slightly, and he raised his hand to straighten his coat.

Bibabu's voice came from behind him—he had long hated Song Rongtan, a guy who didn't dare to speak out, but wanted to take advantage of it.

Relying on the joy of winning the championship today, Bibabu slapped Song Rongtan on the back, fanning the flames with his mouth: "Can you hug me? Who would believe it! Everyone is a dead house, and I didn't see you go outside for a day to exercise. Can you do it?" Hold up the coach, I have your last name!"

Song Rongtan looked at Fang Huai with expectant eyes, as if obediently handing in an application.

"...No." Fang Huai's voice was tense.

But to others, he just returned to his usual indifference, and the emotions he had just been infected by their enthusiasm for winning the championship seemed to have gradually faded away.

Song Rongtan couldn't hide the disappointment in Song Rongtan's eyes.

When Fang Huai turned around and saw his appearance, he couldn't help but soften his heart.

"Wait until you win the World Championship...how you want to celebrate is up to you."

As soon as the words came out of Fang Huai's mouth, Fang Huai felt that several people in RTG looked at him differently.

However, what was said could not be taken back, Fang Huai could only turn around silently not to look at their expressions.

The one with the most exaggerated expression than Babu was about to open his mouth to laugh at Song Rongtan, but his words got stuck in his throat, neither came out nor swallowed, and could only choke there alone.

...fucking, so sour.

RTG's celebration banquet was held in a hotel that was not too expensive, but the dishes were excellent.

"I'm thinking, this time the ostentation can't be too big." The manager's face was almost smiling like a chrysanthemum, and he said in a daze, "Where is this?... It's just a summer champion! If this time Celebrating at a top hotel, then when we win the world championship after a while...won't we get it on the moon? Hahaha!"

As he spoke, he giggled himself first.

Well, a shrewd adult is crazy if he says he is crazy.

"By the way, there is good news." The manager suddenly clapped his hands and remembered something, and his expression became serious.

"During the offline activities in the shopping mall next to us, the person holding the knife was found out as the mastermind behind the scenes."

Song Rongtan pulled Fang Huai's chair away very smoothly, raised his eyes slightly to look at the manager, and asked in a clear tone, "Is it the boss of CRC?"

The manager was taken aback: "I'll go, how do you know?"

Song Rongtan sneered lightly: "Guess."

"You came after me." Fang Huai said suddenly, his tone flat.

The manager nodded hesitantly.

Fang Huai turned his head to look at Song Rongtan: "So for you, this is actually an innocent disaster...sorry."

Song Rongtan turned his head away uncomfortably: "How could it be called an innocent disaster..."

It was a blessing that Zhou Yuansheng was by Fang Huai's side when Zhou Yuansheng attacked.

Song Rongtan didn't mention it to others. After the accident, he had nightmares for two consecutive nights.

The plot is that Fang Huai promised him to return to the arena, but was retaliated by Zhou Yuansheng, leaving serious injuries on his hands.

The manager widened his eyes and glanced back and forth between the two of them: "I found out that you two are very good at it..."

Song Rongtan smiled.

"What about the other person?" Bibabu said while hitting the table with his fist. The table was still intact, so he hissed first.

The manager said: "Then he must have been arrested. But this person kept emphasizing that he didn't intend to find someone to stab our little Song..."

"Of course he didn't dare to say it." Song Rongtan reached out and fiddled with the cup in front of him casually, with a sarcastic tone.

The manager shook his head: "I guess, he may be thinking that if he is really thought to be targeting Xiao Song, he must plan for the worst outcome. It's all in the business field. I met with Xiao Song's family."

"That shouldn't be the case." Song Rongtan said.

"How do you say?" the manager said, "The scope of business is different?"

"No." Song Rongtan smiled, "It's like the manager, you can't rank as many of us in the ranking."

It took the manager a long time to realize that Song Rongtan was thinking about him again—during the offseason last year, the manager asked some of the team's thighs to help him improve the points, and the result was that the entire team was shut down. , and has since been blacklisted.

The manager who was wronged could only suffer a lot, thinking of Zhou Yuansheng, he cursed again as if venting.

"Hey, this bad batch of bullying and fearing toughness."

"It doesn't matter. Let him know that no matter who he hurts, the result will be the same?" Song Rongtan spoke casually, but the content he said seemed to be of great weight and final.

"There is also the matter of the CRC contract back then. I am already looking for a lawyer to deal with it."

Fang Huai, who had been listening quietly, was slightly stunned.

Song Rongtan put his hand on the glass and lighted it lightly, while thinking, he said, "He used this method to trick many people, but the coach probably committed the crime, and he was the one who was the most heavily watched, The most ruthless one."

He clearly felt Fang Huai's gaze on him, and felt that the skin he was looking at was burning hot.

Unable to bear it, Song Rongtan could only raise his glass and take a sip of the ice water.

The manager was a little surprised and said: "Hey, I didn't see it. Our Xiao Song is still an enthusiastic citizen who likes to speak up for justice. Why don't we arrange a pennant for you?"

Song Rongtan suddenly looked up at Fang Huai: "I didn't say that."

Fang Huai raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Thank you." His tone was flat, and after he finished speaking, he lowered his eyes to the wine glass by the table, covering up the surging emotions in his eyes.

He suddenly felt that he couldn't understand Song Rongtan.

The sound of the waiter serving food broke the strange atmosphere in the private room.Seeing that Song Rongtan had no intentions, the manager toasted to celebrate. Amidst Bibabu's reminiscence of bitterness and sweetness, the private room became active again.

"Double happiness is coming today. Let us RTG clear away all the previous haze and set sail again for the World Championship!!"

The crowd responded in unison.

"Hey, that. Xiao Song, don't drink any more." The manager's sharp eyes saw that Song Rongtan was pouring out the liquid in his glass that was originally filled with white wine, and subconsciously opened his mouth to stop it.

"Aren't you a bad drinker?"

Song Rongtan paused when he was pouring the wine, and then at a very slow speed, he raised his head and stared at the manager in a sullen manner.

The manager trembled all over, and only then did he realize that he had accidentally revealed Song Rongtan's little secret.

Damn, why do you, a big man, have so many little secrets to hide? !

The manager felt that he was not guilty of this.Immediately afterwards, he saw Song Rongtan carefully glance at Fang Huai next to him, and suddenly Fu Zhi understood something spiritually, but fell into new doubts.

Song Rongtan, a child, is too shameless in front of Fang Huai...

"Drinking capacity comes from practice." In the end, Song Rongtan just gave the manager a hard look, and found himself a step down.

"That...Coach Fang, do you care about him?" The manager tentatively asked, and sure enough, he saw veins pop out of Song Rongtan's hand holding the wine glass.

The manager suddenly felt the joy of a fox pretending to be a tiger.

Want to hit me?no way!

He can be regarded as grasping the weakness of this thorny head that has made him lose his hair for a whole year.

The manager looked at Fang Huai as if looking at a savior.

Fang Huai didn't know how bad Song Rongtan's drinking capacity was, thinking that the manager was just saying this because he was afraid that Song Rongtan's competitive state would be affected by the alcohol, so he said, "It's okay to drink a little."

He really thinks it's okay... After all, he is probably born with a thousand cups.

Hearing this, Song Rongtan raised his chin, raised his eyebrows and glanced at the manager triumphantly, as if to say: [Look, my coach said it's all right. ]

The manager just felt that his head was getting bigger.

After drinking a glass of wine, Fang Huai didn't react at all, but Song Rongtan accidentally knocked over his chopsticks when he sat down.

Fang Huai frowned slightly, and began to sense something was wrong, and warned: "Be careful."

Song Rongtan looked at the chopsticks that fell on the ground, then raised his head and smiled at him with his eyes bent.

That smile removed all his usual flamboyance, leaving only the most simple...foolishness.

Not very smart looking, but cute.

Fang Huai only glanced at him, then couldn't help turning his head away and laughing.

The wine has already been drunk, and the matter has reached such an irreversible level, the manager can only lower his head and rub his brows, sighing: "When Xiao Song first joined the team, he told me that he can't drink well, don't let him drink."

"I know he's a bad drinker, but I didn't know it was that bad..." The manager glanced at Song Rongtan, who seemed to have had his IQ taken away by alcohol, and suppressed a painful smile.

Song Rongtan looked serious, but spoke in a sober tone: "I'm not drunk, I'm just a little dizzy." He was still pouring wine into the glass as he spoke.

"I will drink as much as Brother Huai drinks today."

Fang Huai was a little helpless. He really didn't expect that the gap between people would be so big.

The last time he had a party with Zhao Zichu and the others was already the first time he drank alcohol - not only did he not feel dizzy, his face didn't turn red, and he didn't even feel uncomfortable at all.

On the contrary, when he was hiding in the store with Song Rongtan and unpacking the blind box, he felt a little drunk, and he didn't know if it was because of the so-called stamina or something else.

However, Song Rongtan's first drink...

Watching Song Rongtan shake his hand, he almost poured the wine out of the glass.Everyone at the table showed a look that couldn't bear to look directly.

"Team, captain... I think we should forget it..." Bibabu twitched the corner of his mouth, "Stop drinking us."

He could understand Song Rongtan's current mood very well.Presumably, he wanted to show Fang Huai the image of "I am an adult who can drink".

It turned out that he didn't expect to be able to do it like this.

Bibabu sternly cast aside Song Rongtan in his heart.

Song dog!Don't live up to it! ! !

"Why are you all looking at me?" Song Rongtan spoke with a clear and clear enunciation, but his eyes were already a little wandering.He raised his glass and was about to bring it to his mouth.

Fang Huai covered his cup with his hand.

Under inertia, Song Rongtan's warm lips were printed on the back of his hand.

Fang Huai froze for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand, but was pulled back by Song Rongtan's wrist.

Then, in an almost pious gesture, he lowered his eyes and kissed lightly.

The air seemed to freeze right there, and Fang Huai heard the gasps of RTG people one after another. In this strange atmosphere, Fang Huai couldn't do it without much thought.

However, Song Rongtan just didn't let go.

"Song, Rong, Tan..." He almost gritted his teeth.

"Hey... oh!" Song Rongtan who was being called by his name in a threatening tone seemed to suddenly think of something and let go.

But he passed his hand over again, hanging down naturally—that kind of gesture of "helping Miss Ben get off the sedan chair".

Fang Huai was disturbed by his inexplicable action, and he paused for a moment.

"What are you doing?" He tried his best to tense his tone, but compared to the last sentence, he was still obviously relaxed by two points.

"Hand kiss." Song Rongtan's tone was very serious, even with a little bit of grievance "Why didn't you respond".

Bibabu had a flash of inspiration and shouted: "Kiss one! Kiss one!"

Fang Huai:?

He walked over with cold eyes, and Bibabu stopped talking.

Song dog, I tried my best.

Fang Huai turned back to look at Song Rongtan, thought for a while and said, "You... kiss them first."

Song Rongtan was puzzled: "Why? It's not the first time I've met them."

Just with me? ?Fang Huai didn't understand.

"Seeing Brother Huai, I feel like I've been reborn...?" Song Rongtan tentatively asked, with a hint of cunning that wasn't hidden in his eyes.

Fang Huai was keenly aware of this little emotion, and immediately realized that he was probably pretending, but in fact he was not so drunk at all, so he sneered and patted the back of his hand with his backhand.

"Not drunk, are you?" Fang Huai looked at him indifferently.

Song Rongtan nodded slowly.

He was indeed a little dizzy at first, but when he just pasted the back of Fang Huai's hand, he was more than half sober in an instant.

He felt like he could do it again.

"It's okay to drink three more glasses." He boasted to Fang Huai calmly.

After drinking the second cup, he yawned, and within 2 minutes, the blond young man, who had gradually become silent, lay down on the table with a "boom".

Bibabu gave him a look of pity, and taunted him boldly.

"That's it?"

Everyone in RTG had a meal, ate and chatted, and did not return to the base until early in the morning.

In the middle, Song Rongtan woke up a few times, probably thinking that he was "practicing his drinking capacity". Taking advantage of Fang Huai's inattention, he secretly took another two sips of wine and successfully renewed a sleep card.

It wasn't until he got out of the car that the cool evening breeze in early autumn blew, and he woke up a little, at least he was able to walk by himself.

While the manager was still hesitating, Fang Huai spoke first.

"Go back first, I will walk back slowly with him."

"Coach, you've worked hard!!" Bibabu immediately grabbed the little bald head's shoulders, pulled Ah Mai to string a big clock, and the four brothers walked away happily.

Song Rongtan stood where he was, sniffing.

"Let's go." Fang Huai walked a meter in front of him and spoke.

Although his body was awake, Song Rongtan still had some alcohol in his brain. Looking at Fang Huai's back walking in front, he felt an impulse in his heart, and kept puffing out.

"Brother Huai... I want to ask you a question after the championship I mentioned earlier..."

Fang Huai stopped and turned around: "In this state, are you sure you want to ask?"

"Ask...why don't you ask? I'm sober now." Song Rongtan insisted.

Fang Huai was sure that he was already drunk.

"Ask." He said.

"Who is your target?" Song Rongtan spoke directly, reeking of alcohol.

Fang Huai had already guessed that he was either asking about this, or about playing a job. He raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at him and said calmly, "I'm not in a relationship."

Song Rongtan's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he was about to blurt out something.

"But I have someone I like." Fang Huai continued.

Song Rongtan only felt her heart beating wildly.

Under the fumigation of alcohol, he forgot how he was rejected when he confessed to Fang Huai using Ah Yuan's account.

——It was also the first to have this kind of, [Is he going to confess to me? ] illusion.

But that was just an illusion after all.

"Yes... who is it?" Song Rongtan asked, anxious like a kid, "If he confesses to you, will you agree?"

Fang Huai took a deep look at him, and finally raised his head to look at the mottled tree shadow cast by the moonlight not far away, shaking messily by the wind.

Same as his thoughts.

After thinking for a moment, Fang Huai said softly, "He confessed to me."

Song Rongtan felt like falling into an ice cave.

... have you confessed?

So not him.

Not him.

"When..." Song Rongtan clasped his wrist with the hand hidden behind him, tightening anxiously, "Then you are now..."

He heard Fang Huai laugh very lightly, but he didn't feel much joy.

"He confessed to me, but I rejected his confession."

Song Rongtan was stunned.

"Don't you like... that person?" Song Rongtan asked blankly.

"Yes, I like him." Fang Huai suddenly turned to look at him, "So do you want to hear it?"

Hearing Fang Huai's affirmative love for others again, Song Rongtan only felt that his heart was bleeding, but still nodded almost masochistically.

The moonlight didn't fall on Song Rongtan's body, he hid himself in the shadow of the street trees, his expression was gloomy.

Song Rongtan felt like there was some kind of emotional seed in the swamp in his heart, which quietly grew in Fang Huai's words full of love one after another.

Since Fang Huai's sweetheart has already been rejected by him, in a way, it is the best situation for him.

At least he still has a chance.

...better than being together already.

Fang Huai is always like this, like a bait, sending hope to him again and again, and pulling it away again.

However, every time he was still looking forward to the next bait.

Fang Huai looked at him, his smile tinged with the cool moonlight.

"His name is Yuan, he is...my netizen."

Song Rongtan dropped the packaged meals in his hand and smashed them to pieces.

The author has something to say:

Angry Dog: Who... I'll kill with a knife...

Or a dog: Oh it's me.

Brother Huai is calm: The knife is sharpened, please?

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There are two more, at 12 o'clock.