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

Song Rongtan's expression gradually changed from a frown to a stretched one, and finally enlightened.

His two so-called "pursuits" seemed to be wearing a coat that didn't quite belong to him.

Suddenly, Da Zhong's girlfriend said, "I'm secretly telling you, Xiao Song."

"During dinner today, when you said you were cooking for your coach..."

"He smiled."

……

Song Rongtan almost sleepwalked to the training room, because he walked slowly on the road and was 2 minutes late.

This was the first time he was late for evening training, but he finished the evening training ahead of schedule during the day, so when he pushed the door in, Fang Huai didn't even look up.

Fang Huai was bending over to discuss issues with Bibabu, his voice was cold and magnetic, but it didn't appear deep, it just added a bit of texture to his voice

... and seductive.

What he said was like a small brush, brushing against Song Rongtan's heart one after another, making his heart itch.

Song Rongtan sat back in his seat and waited for another three or four minutes before Fang Huai ended the conversation with Bibabu.

"Brother Huai, Dazhong's birthday is tomorrow." Song Rongtan took the opportunity to say.

Fang Huai turned around.

RTG team members celebrate their birthdays, and everyone buys gifts together.This tradition dates back to when RTG was first formed.

Among the players in RTG, Amai and Dazhong are players transferred from other teams, Song Rongtan is from Young Master, only Bibabu was short-pocketed when he first came to RTG, but he happened to bump into him in the first month Song Rongtan's birthday.

Song Rongtan said directly that everyone should give him a gift together.

He also thought about not giving it away at all, but considering that this is a social means after all, he just told everyone to control the price and it's fine if he wants it.

The captain took the lead in saying this, and this has become the tradition of RTG.

Usually everyone gets together and picks online—RTG is basically a dead house, and the philosophy of life is "why go out if you can't go out".All group building tours are compulsory benefits issued by the manager.

"After the training, Taobao will start up later." Bibabu said.

"Da Zhong is getting married soon, I want to pay more attention to this gift?" Song Rongtan said.

A few people think so.Bibabu asked, "Then do you have an idea?"

"I finished tomorrow's training ahead of schedule." Song Rongtan said, "Let's probably decide on the gift style today, and I'll go shopping at the mall tomorrow."

Bibabu was obviously not at ease with his aesthetics, scratched his head and said, "Then you go alone? Why don't you find someone to advise you?"

"I want to go!" The little bald head was excited for a moment, but when he saw Fang Huai, he immediately languished, pouted in regret, "But I can only finish training at night..."

Bibabu and Ah Mai also nodded.

All eyes fell on Fang Huai.

Fang Huai said coldly, "I'm busier."

Song Rongtan leaned over: "I can help you."

"That's right." Bibabu rolled his eyes and said, "Anyway, Song Gou has finished his training."

"After the coach returned to China, he hasn't had time to go out for a stroll." A Mai said, "I just took this opportunity to take a look."

"Don't talk about going to work for a week and have a single break." Song Rongtan continued to add fuel to the flames, and he blinked at Fang Huai.

Fang Huai had reason to suspect that Song Rongtan had bought the whole team.

Otherwise, why would they want to push him out so unanimously?

But Fang Huai still didn't agree immediately, he looked through his schedule, and Song Rongtan also came over to look at it.

Fang Huai stretched out his hand and pushed his hairy head lightly, but Song Rongtan followed his force and moved his head away.

Then she looked at him with eyes that almost pierced Qiushui.

His eyes are focused, like a big dog who knows you are working and can't be disturbed, but still wants to stay by your side.

Song Rongtan put one hand on the table, lay down on the pillow, and found himself a very comfortable waiting position.

Fang Huai smiled when he saw his posture from the corner of his eye.

"Tomorrow?" he asked.

Song Rongtan nodded expectantly.

Fang Huai apologized: "Tomorrow is really not possible."

"Tomorrow I want to sort out the new tactics... but it's not going well at the moment," he said.

Song Rongtan's eyes lit up, knowing that there was something to be done, he took the initiative to say, "I'll help you!"

Recently, Fang Huai arranged new training for them, and he had to adapt for several days before returning to the level of completing the training ahead of schedule.

Because of this, he hasn't been able to find a chance to go to the coach's office to watch the game review and design tactics with Fang Huai in the past few days.

Fang Huai paused and agreed.

Early the next morning, Song Rongtan took his notebook and waited early at the door of Fang Huai's bedroom.

Fang Huai was taken aback when he opened the door.

"What are you doing standing here?" He said, "Why don't you wait for me in the training room."

It was already early autumn, and the temperature in the early morning was not as mild as in summer. Song Rongtan only wore a team uniform.

"Is it cold?" Fang Huai asked subconsciously.

Song Rongtan was about to shake his head when his mind suddenly turned.

He sniffed lightly: "It's cold."

He felt a little flattered in his heart.

Brother Huai asked him if he was cold.

Brother Huai is concerned about him...

Are you going to bring me one of his coats next?

Will Brother Huai's clothes be a little tight for me?

However, in the next second, Fang Huai said coolly, "Will you go back and add clothes?"

Song Rongtan: ...

This time it was really cold.

He turned his head and glanced at his own dormitory next to Fang Huai.

"I...forgot to bring the key." He tried his best to round up his words, "Bibab hasn't woken up yet."

However, God seemed to be against him. As soon as he finished speaking, Bibabu opened the door from the inside.

"Eh? Why are you still here?" Bibabu asked, turned his head to see Fang Huai, and said brightly, "Good morning, coach!"

He was neatly dressed and full of energy, and he didn't look like he was "didn't wake up".

Fang Huai glanced at Song Rongtan, his eyes were a little colder than the early morning autumn wind.

Song Rongtan turned and gave Bibabu a hard look.

Bibabu shrank his neck subconsciously.

"Have the ability to murder others?" Fang Huai said.

Hearing this, Song Rongtan still looked away with the idea of ​​being able to bend and stretch.

Fang Huai said, "Take out your hand."

Although he didn't know what he was going to do, Song Rongtan obediently handed it over.

Fang Huai stretched out his hand and gently pinched Song Rongtan's fingertips.

fiery.

Song Rongtan hadn't had time to become aware of "Brother Huai touched my hand", but Fang Huai slapped him lightly on the back of his hand the next second.

"Hands are so hot. Cold?" Fang Huai raised his eyebrows slightly, and said in a bad tone, "Where is it cold?"

Song Rongtan cupped the hand that was photographed aside to his heart: "... My heart is cold."

Fang Huai turned around and locked the door: "Then go out and do a good deed every day."

What's the point of this?

Bibabu, who was eavesdropping, was suddenly a little confused.

When their coach and captain discuss tactics, they often play riddles, and some codes and abbreviations seem to be known only by the two of them.

How is it like this in real life?

Damn...there is something we don't know about you two!

Fang Huai left Song Rongtan here, turned around and left first.

Bibabu's curiosity soared, and he held Song Rongtan back boldly: "Hey, what did the coach mean just now?"

Of course Song Rongtan wouldn't take a good look at this "scourge" who tore down his stage, so he turned around and immediately chased after Fang Huai.

"Brother Huai, let me help you."

Fang Huai glanced at him lightly: "Does this mean that I am old?"

Song Rongtan was shocked: "Brother Huai will always be 18 years old!"

"Want to take advantage again?" Fang Huai didn't look back at him, but there was a smile in his voice.

Ever since he called Song Rongtan "Captain" last time, Song Rongtan seemed to be addicted to it, and even went so far as to want to hear something like "Brother Song" from Fang Huai's mouth.

Of course, it turned out that there was everything in the dream...probably.

Fang Huai saw through his thoughts again, Song Rongtan rubbed his nose, smiled lightly, and didn't answer immediately.

Fang Huai raised his eyebrows and turned around: "Really?"

"...Think about it." Song Rongtan said honestly.

Fang Huai looked at him with interest for two seconds, then suddenly said, "Song..."

Song Rongtan immediately pricked up his ears and his heart was beating.

"...send—a bottle of coffee to my office."

Song Rongtan: ...

He knows it! !

He shouldn't have expected it!

After giving Fang Huai a resentful look, Song Rongtan agreed sullenly.

Fang Huai looked at him and felt that the braids on the back of his head were not as fluffy and lively as before.

He raised his hand to touch the top of Song Rongtan's head twice, and then patted it lightly.

"Go."

It's like throwing a Frisbee, and then telling the dog to get it back.

Song Rongtan immediately revived with full blood.

"Should I still add some milk?" He rolled his eyes.

Fang Huai smiled slightly as he looked at the braids that had been straightened up again.

"It's all right."

When Song Rongtan came back, he brought two breakfasts on a tray.

"I served the sandwiches made in the kitchen today." Song Rongtan said.

"I just wanted to say that I won't go down to eat today." Fang Huai looked up at him.

Song Rongtan bent his eyes: "I knew it."

He put the dinner plate on the corner of the table, leaned next to Fang Huai and glanced at his computer screen. The map of the simulated game on it was filled with countless plans of attacking routes, which seemed dazzling, but it was obvious that The designer seems to have encountered a bottleneck.

"It's a bit troublesome." Fang Huai raised his hand and gently rubbed the center of his brows.

"You eat first, I'll take a look." Song Rongtan said, "Maybe if I look at it from a different angle, I will have a new idea."

Fang Huai nodded, stood up and gave him his seat.

In terms of tactics, although his and Song Rongtan's thinking can easily understand each other, if they are completely allowed to independently research a tactic, their entry points will be completely different in most cases.

They are similar but also complementary.

Fang Huai took a sip of his cup of coffee with milk, and looked at Song Rongtan in front of the computer.

The blond young man restrained his usual flamboyant expression, pursed his lips slightly, and flattened his natural smiling lips into a serious look.

Fang Huai suddenly felt a little sore in his heart.

The sudden deterioration of Dazhong's hand made him have to overturn the originally arranged tactics and reduce Dazhong's operating pressure in the game.

However, reducing the pressure of the big clock means that more pressure has to be shared by the other three people.

It has always been an eternal truth that those who can do more work.

Song Rongtan, the talented captain of the dark horse team, seems to be glamorous, but in fact he is also burdened with pressure and responsibilities that ordinary people cannot see, let alone unimaginable.

Fang Huai sighed softly.

"What's wrong?" Song Rongtan suddenly, the seriousness in his eyes was covered by worry, "Did I take too much milk..."

"No." Fang Huai laughed, and pushed Song Rongtan's sandwich over on the dinner plate, "Watch while eating."

Song Rongtan raised his hand and put it back down. He raised his eyes and looked at Fang Huai: "I still need to hold the mouse."

In his eyes, he almost wrote clearly what he hoped Fang Huai would promise him to do.

Fang Huai didn't have any reason to refuse. It seemed that Song Rongtan's request was more like an irrefutable threat, but because he expressed it with pleading and flattering eyes, Fang Huai didn't notice anything strange.

He even forgot for a moment that the sandwich was wrapped with a layer of greaseproof paper.

After Song Rongtan took a bite out of his hand, Fang Huai realized this.

Song Rongtan's whole body was filled with happiness, so full that it could almost embody a circle of warm light.

He lowered his head, didn't notice that Fang Huai's hands paused, and stared at him blankly for more than ten seconds.

After Song Rongtan swallowed a mouthful, he didn't take his eyes off the computer screen for half a second. He followed the fragrance of the rice with his nose to find the position of Fang Huai's hand, and then happily took the second bite.

Fang Huai suddenly felt the joy of feeding Dog Gou, and reached out and tore off the greaseproof paper to prevent Dog Gou, who was working hard, from accidentally eating the paper.

Before Song Rongtan was about to take his third bite, he suddenly paused and his eyes lit up.

"Brother Huai!" He turned his head, "I thought of one!"

He briefly described his initial thoughts to Fang Huai, and Fang Huai felt as if he had pushed away the fog that had covered his eyes for a long time——

Not only did I know how to continue on this current road, but I also saw another road.

The two looked at each other, seeing surprise in each other's eyes.

Song Rongtan took the sandwich and ate it in two or three bites, returned the seat to Fang Huai, and dragged a chair to sit next to Fang Huai.

He himself was taller than Fang Huai, and the stool he brought was also higher than Fang Huai's chair. After he sat down, his knees were almost at the same level as Fang Huai's waist.

Occasionally leaning over to point at the picture on the screen, it was as if Fang Huai was wrapped in his arms.

This is what the assistant coach saw when he opened the office door after breakfast.

Before he had time to be embarrassed, he found that the two of them were so focused that they didn't notice his arrival at all.

The assistant coach smiled, sorted out his work materials in the morning, and slipped quietly to the training room next door, watching the training for Fang Huai while working.

The two spent the whole morning in the office like this, forgetting to take the dinner tray downstairs, but they finally finalized the basic plan of their secret tactics for the World Championship.

"I really like working with Brother Huai—" Song Rongtan said with his eyes bent, "I'll be your assistant with Brother Huai after I retire."

Fang Huai scolded him: "Could you be more successful?" But as soon as he finished speaking, he couldn't hold back a chuckle.

The feeling of matching ideas is too relaxed and happy, as if having a second brain.

You can completely trust the other party's judgment because you know you will be too.

Almost as soon as Fang Huai said the first half of the sentence, Song Rongtan was able to answer the second half of what he wanted to say, and also added a new question.The reverse is also true.

In the two years abroad, a large part of the reason why Fang Huai has been in a continuous state all year round is that he almost always fights alone.

His thinking is almost contrary to the routine, and no one can keep up with his thinking in a short time.

But Song Rongtan can.

The corners of Fang Huai's mouth raised in rare relaxation. He clicked the save button, let out a long breath, raised his arm and was about to move his shoulders and neck, but his elbow lightly bumped into a piece of soft...

Song Rongtan's abdomen.

Song Rongtan, who was touched on the stomach without any mental preparation, trembled all over.

Fang Huai looked back with some doubts in his eyes.

"This is your... abs...?"

He bent his fingers slightly, and lightly tapped Song Rongtan's soft, slightly elastic stomach twice as if knocking on a door, with a half-smile on his face.

In the next second, the "visitor"'s hand was caught by the owner's wrist.

"Brother Huai." Song Rongtan's voice lowered, and he could hear what he was trying to endure in just one word.

"You don't know if I have abs...but you sure don't."

He had a slightly hoarse smile at the end, like a precursor to a prank.

Fang Huai twitched his hand and failed.

Song Rongtan suddenly turned his wrist around, and Fang Huai's palm pressed against his abdomen without warning.

A completely different touch from before.

Warm and firm.

"No one's abdominal muscles are hard for 24 hours..." Song Rongtan said, "The next time Brother Huai wants to touch...tell me in advance."

"I will enter the business state."

He was obviously holding back his laughter, and the more he held back, the tighter his abdominal muscles became.

The condescending posture made him see Fang Huai's reddened ear tips as soon as he lowered his head.

Song Rongtan held back his smile slightly, and the tip of his tongue gently and anxiously rubbed the tips of his canines.

...wanted to take a bite.