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

It was not until after dinner that Fang Huai returned to RTG when it was completely dark.

After winning the championship, RTG had a day off, Da Zhong went to accompany his girlfriend, and there were only a bunch of single dogs left in the base.

Standing on the first floor, Fang Huai could hear Bibabu and the little bald head screaming one after another from the training room on the second floor—probably playing a horror game.

At dinner last night, Bibabu warmly invited him to join him online, but Fang Huai was not interested.

Horror games can stimulate the secretion of adrenaline, and can also help release some hidden subconscious pressure, such as the training period that makes everyone breathless.

However, Fang Huai has become accustomed to this kind of high-intensity work.

He doesn't need these releases.

Fang Huai walked up the stairs, and just as he walked around a corner, another burst of shouts erupted in the training room.

"Ahhh help!!"

As if responding to the scream, a black shadow suddenly appeared in Fang Huai's vision, and he was taken aback by the atmosphere rendered by Bibabu.

——At the door of the coach's office, there was a hill-like figure squatting.

Fang Huai calmed down and took a closer look, only to find that the man's blond hair was loosely pulled behind his head, and even the rubber band was still in a familiar style.

...It was Song Rongtan.

Fang Huai bought him that childish and cute little sun-patterned rubber band.

Fang Huai smiled silently, walked over, but walked around Song Rongtan who was squatting in a ball without saying a word, and put his hand on the doorknob of the office.

"Brother Huai..." The low and weak voice rang out without any confidence, like the weak whimper of a stray animal.

Fang Huai looked down at the sound.

The squatting person still didn't look up, but raised his arms high, holding a folded letter paper almost respectfully in his hands.

There are three large characters written on the cover - "Letter of Apology".

Fang Huai raised his eyebrows slightly.

The handwriting on it is beautiful and unrestrained, completely different from Song Rongtan's usual cursive handwriting.It's the same as Ah Yuan's little star's handwriting.

Presumably this is Song Rongtan's usual font.

It's just that Fang Huai didn't expect Song Rongtan to confess to him in this way.

"Raise your head." After a moment of silence, Fang Huai said.

Song Rongtan buried her head deeply in front of her chest, the hair on the top of her head swayed under Fang Huai's eyes, made a gesture of rejection, and then passed the letter forward.

Fang Huai held back the smile in his heart, reached out and pulled the letter out of Song Rongtan's hand.

Then he sandwiched the letter between his fingers, stretched it out, lightly swung the letter with his fingertips, and picked it on Song Rongtan's chin with the cool letter.

The strength of the letter paper is limited, and there is no strength at all when it falls on the skin, but Song Rongtan still raised his head along the way.

Fang Huai frowned slightly.

Song Rongtan's slightly long bangs were scattered in front of his eyes, but under his hair, he couldn't hide his red eyes.

"I'm sorry." He said hoarsely.

"Don't you ask me when I found out?" Fang Huai said flatly.

Song Rongtan shook his head.

"What if I said I knew it from the beginning." Fang Huai continued.

If he really knew from the beginning, then all of Song Rongtan's deceptions would not be valid - he was just played around by Fang Huai.

Then he can take back his letter of apology.

However, Song Rongtan still shook his head.

"Wrong is wrong," he said.

Fang Huai put away the letter of apology.

"Don't you want to see..." Song Rongtan pinched his palm.

Fang Huai looked down at him: "I want to hear from you."

Song Rongtan was ready to speak without hesitation.

His letter had been drafted five times, drafted three times, and rewritten twice when it was transcribed.

It is not a problem to let him recite it backwards.

However, Fang Huai interrupted: "I only listen to three sentences."

Song Rongtan looked at him blankly.

Fang Huai raised his eyebrows slightly: "Do I want to listen to you recite your text here?"

"I'm not your Chinese teacher, and I'm not interested in whether your composition is good or not."

"Do I need to give you 2 minutes?"

As the wind blew between the two of them, Fang Huai's key hanging at hand collided with the glass tube pendant, making a crisp sound.

"No need." Song Rongtan moved his Adam's apple without any hesitation.

Fang Huai took half a step back, leaned back against the door, and made a gesture of listening.

"Sorry, I haven't confessed my identity to you all this time."

"I told you in the game about feelings... I didn't lie to you."

"Now I accept any punishment and treatment from you."

Listening to his words, Fang Huai narrowed his eyes.

"The treatment you're talking about... is any form of treatment acceptable?" he asked.He held the letter paper between his fingertips and patted it casually in his palm.

"Yes." Song Rongtan said.

He suddenly got up and approached Fang Huai, the emotion in his eyes was no longer concealed or tolerated, like the sense of aggression that could evaporate any moisture around him before the volcano erupted.

"Except for one..."

"If you want to drive me away, then I don't accept it."

Fang Huai leaned against the wall, less than [-] centimeters away was Song Rongtan's lips, opening and closing, with the wound he bit on it.

He chuckled: "You are a shareholder of RTG, I'm just a coach, can I drive you away?"

"Will you stay in RTG forever?" Song Rongtan asked.

Then, as expected, he got no answer.

Song Rongtan pursed her lips: "I know you won't. Especially after my incident..."

Fang Huai remained calm.

Song Rongtan said: "You will leave, but I will also go to find you."

"You told me yesterday that you have no love partner for the time being."

"Then I will go to you until you have a next love partner."

Fang Huai said softly, "You don't want RTG anymore?"

Song Rongtan looked at him, and suddenly raised the corner of his mouth: "Yes."

"If you go to another team...you go to one, and I will change to another-take Bibabu and they will change together."

Fang Huai raised his eyebrows: "Can you change for a lifetime?"

"No." Song Rongtan said, with stubbornness in his voice, "Can't I be a coach after retiring?"

Fang Huai couldn't help laughing out loud.

His smile seemed to have disrupted Song Rongtan's thoughts.

"You..." Song Rongtan's publicity just now dissipated completely like a bubble that had been punctured.

He was at a loss.

"I accepted the apology letter." Fang Huai said, "But I won't open it to read."

"Write it with the pen I gave you?" He looked at the beautiful handwriting on the cover again and asked.

Song Rongtan couldn't figure out what he was thinking, so he could only nod.

"The ink...seems to have a smell." He tried his best to post his impressions after using it.

"Yeah." Fang Huai said casually, "It's a special ink."

"When you run out, you can come to me to fill it."

Song Rongtan suffocated for breath.

He started again...

She had already bit the hook and landed on the shore, and even turned over her snow-white belly to show him...

Why do you still have to be so close...

The heartbeat accelerated involuntarily, and soon Song Rongtan's ears turned red.

"Good," he said.

He didn't ask Fang Huai for the bottle of ink.

Song Rongtan knew that Fang Huai was holding his leash, but he still squatted on the spot.

"Okay." Fang Huai stretched out his hand to push him away, turned around and opened the door of the office, as if he just remembered something, he suddenly turned around and said.

"I went to the RTG boss this afternoon," he said.

"—Signed a contract for next year."

Song Rongtan seemed to have been punched in Tianling Gai.

Fang Huai smiled lightly: "It's for all of you...a championship gift."

In the next second, he closed the door, and the smile was blocked behind the door panel like a flash in the pan.

Song Rongtan stood where he was, with the tip of his nose less than ten centimeters away from the door panel. He couldn't see anything clearly because of the close distance, and his whole body was almost empty.

He knew that he had been baited again.

There was even a leash attached.

The door of the training room was pushed open, Bibabu held his mobile phone, and walked out with the little bald head supporting each other, trying to resist the fear in his heart.

"It's not me... Audience friends... This shit is too scary..." Bibabu seemed to be on the live broadcast.

"I'll put you on the railing outside when I go to the bathroom...I'm really afraid of a showdown...Ahhhhhhhhh!!"

"Ghost ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!" The little bald head also had goosebumps all over his body, and he also yelled loudly after being frightened by his screams.

Bibabu glanced at the figure almost pasting the door of the coach's office out of the corner of his eye, and was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder were torn apart.

It's too close, it's not a place where normal people would stand!

Immediately afterwards, he saw the "ghost" looking back sullenly.

——It was Song Rongtan.

"Damn!!" Bibabu blushed with anger, but anyway, his macho image tonight had been completely shattered, and now he no longer had any sense of cowardly shame.

He pointed at Song Rongtan's nose confidently and scolded: "What are you doing here in the middle of the night!"

Song Rongtan pursed her lips.

Only then did Bibabu realize that something was wrong... Why didn't Song Rongtan fight back?

Fuck...fuck! !This fucking won't... it won't really be...

Bibab, who was so good at me scaring myself, looked ashen again.

"Good evening." Song Rongtan spoke, his tone so light that it could almost be blown away by the wind.

The untimely words made the atmosphere even more weird. His tone fell on the ears of the two shuddering people, and it was exactly that kind of "ghost" voice.

The brain circuit of the little bald head was obviously connected to Bibabu, his scalp was numb with fright, and he stammered: "Who are you, who are you, what's the matter..."

Song Rongtan stared at them blankly for a long while before opening his mouth again like sleepwalking.

"Brother Huai has renewed his contract."

One sentence seemed to be full of righteousness, dispelling the non-existent coldness surrounding Bibabu and Xiaobald.

Or maybe it's the role of the name.

"...I'm dreaming?" Bibabu was in a trance, "Have I been killed by Captain Ghost... and now I'm in heaven?"

The little bald head stretched out his palm and slapped his head hard twice without mercy.

Bibabu probed: "The appointment you mentioned...is the one I thought...?"

He only felt that his heartbeat was heavy and fast, which was several times stronger than the excitement brought by playing horror games.

Song Rongtan pursed her lips, muttering to herself.

"Brother Huai...will still be the coach of RTG next year."

Bibabu's chest seemed to be clogged with emotions. He wanted to scream like he was playing a game, but he couldn't yell for a while.

He looked down at the barrage that had gone crazy.

[Congratulations RTG! ! ! ! ]

[Congratulations to RTG for successfully renewing the Hengshui high school life for one year——]

"You're only in the third year of Hengshui High School! Your whole family is in the third year of Hengshui High School!!" Bibabu scolded the bullet screen angrily, but he didn't realize that his voice was trembling with excitement, "This blessing is for you... Forget it, I can't give it to you." .Hey... Hey hey!"

Immediately afterwards, he saw gorgeous gift special effects suddenly lit up in the live broadcast room, a beam of sunlight poured down from a corner of the live broadcast room, and the dark corridor in the camera image was instantly filled with bright colors.

[River gave Sunbathing x1 to the streamer and left a message]

[Congratulations to RTG for successfully renewing the championship for one year. ]

Bibabu knew very well that the person behind this account was Fang Huai. He almost burst into tears when he saw this sentence.

"Captain!!" He choked with sobs and rushed towards Song Rongtan together with the little bald head, but they were in vain.

Song Rongtan seemed to ignore them completely, and his whole body was lost in the sky, passing them by.

If this is Fang Huai's "handling" of him...

Song Rongtan opened his mouth and breathed deeply and heavily, as if trying to suppress himself.

He could barely hear the sound of the outside world, he was only thinking of Fang Huai's words and the smile that only showed for a second.

That laugh he's seen... must be... somewhere...

He tried his best to search his memory, and suddenly, a hazy memory suddenly became clear.

Late night, grass, cold wet soil, and hot, thirsty lips.

Fang Huai asked him while lying in the moonlight.

"do you like me?"

It's the same smile...

It's just that no matter how much he recalled, Song Rongtan couldn't remember more words, and he couldn't even remember his own response.

But he certainly responded.

And Fang Huai even chose to renew his contract with RTG after receiving such a reply from him.

He didn't go, and stayed here even longer.

He also has a special bottle of ink that only he has, so that Song Rongtan can go back at any time after using it up.

Song Rongtan's rationality told himself not to think too much, hasn't he learned his lesson yet?

But if rationality prevailed, he wouldn't be Song Rongtan anymore.

He was tied by the neck, but if the end of the rope would be wrapped around Fang Huai's hands forever, instead of some unattended corner.

Then he would love it.

He couldn't ask for it.

Song Rongtan leaned against Fang Huai's door and took out his mobile phone. If someone behind him also leaned against the door, he could even feel his overly strong nervous heartbeat.

Fang Huai heard it, and at the same time felt the vibration of the new news on the phone.

He lowered his eyes, the fundus of his eyes was lit by the screen.

[Ring: Brother Huai, can I chase you? ]