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

Not long after taking off, Fang Huai was already a little sleepy, and yawned silently twice in succession.

"Brother Huai, are you airsick?" Song Rongtan asked.asked suddenly.

"Not dizzy." Fang Huai said.

"That means you haven't had a good rest?" Song Rongtan said casually while shaking the blanket away.

"... Mmm." Fang Huai closed his eyes and let out a sleepy voice.

Song Rongtan put the blanket on him, leaned a little closer, and whispered, "Brother Huai, have you stayed up late?"

Fang Huai didn't answer, and tilted his head slightly to the porthole, as if he had fallen asleep.

"Pretending to be asleep." Song Rongtan said, "Who would sleep on the side that is dazzling?"

Fang Huai pursed his lips, he could only turn his head, and lazily opened his eyes to look at him: "...Say something quickly."

Song Rongtan smiled with his eyes bent: "Brother Huai violated the team rules."

Fang Huai avoided leaning his head against the blindingly bright porthole.

"The captain decided that Coach Fang will be punished," Song Rongtan said.

Fang Huai yawned.

Although he didn't get airsick, his reaction seemed to be greater than others when he took off. Song Rongtan could relieve some discomfort by talking to him, but he was really sleepy now.

Probably because of the fact that Song Rongtan was sitting next to him, Fang Huai didn't try to keep his mind clear anymore, and was a little confused when facing Song Rongtan's sudden attack.

"...Then how do you want to punish?" Fang Huai slightly opened his eyelids and looked at him lazily.

The plane climbed in the clouds, high above the sky, the light seemed to become clear, falling on Fang Huai's side face.

Because he planned to take a nap, Fang Huai took off his glasses and held them in his hands. His black hair fell on his forehead and between his eyebrows, intertwined with his slender and fine eyelashes, and the expression in his eyes seemed to become sleepy and blurred.

There was still some moisture in the corners of his eyes, and he raised his hand to wipe it away. The sleepy physiological tears were wiped away, wet the eyelashes, and almost spread out and stuck to the lower eyelids when he didn't open his eyes.

Song Rongtan stretched out his hand subconsciously, gently brushing away his drooping eyelashes with the knuckles of his index finger.

Fang Huai's eyelids trembled reflexively.

He opened his eyes, and just about to say something, he yawned again, his eye sockets filled with moisture again, and a drop stayed down the corner of his eye.

Song Rongtan stretched out his finger, but was caught by Fang Huai, and he was not allowed to touch it again.

Fang Huai stared at him slightly, but his eyes seemed...not oppressed at all because of a moist film.

But Song Rongtan's hand was held in the hands of this person who had no sense of oppression, and he was in a dilemma.

Fang Huai suddenly raised his lips and smiled slightly.

"Good guy, I seem to hear the coach laughing..."

Bibabu's low voice suddenly came from the back seat.

The manager was curious: "What are you two talking about secretly? I've never heard Coach Fang laugh like this before."

Fang Huai raised his eyebrows slightly, and the sleepiness in his eyes became less.

"Oh... Ring said to punish... um."

The cold and laughing voice was only halfway through, and then let out a choked whisper.

There was even a nasal sound of being deprived of breath.

"It's okay! It's okay!!" Song Rongtan said.

He covered Fang Huai's mouth with his free hand.

His face was flushed.

No sound came from the back row.

Fang Huai stretched out his hand, and lightly brushed Song Rongtan's wrist with his manicured and round nails. The hand covering his mouth trembled and released like an electric shock.

"Dare to tell me, dare not tell others?" Fang Huai said softly.

His voice seemed to be inadvertently lowered, with a breathy sound, like the wind blowing by Song Rongtan's ear, he turned around and touched his earlobe lightly after he had already left.

"No..." Song Rongtan gritted his teeth and lowered his voice, "This is between the two of us..."

Fang Huai sat up straight: "Why... If the punishment comes from your mouth, it will become a matter of two people?"

Song Rongtan stumbled for a moment.

"Could it be that you don't train well and I punish you...is it also a private matter?"

As Fang Huai said, the end of his eyes slightly twitched—or maybe it was Song Rongtan's hallucination.

He has almost lost his ability to think.

Fang Huai didn't speak anymore, he turned off his phone and threw it into Song Rongtan's bag. He looked around, reached out and took out the pen he gave to Song Rongtan from Song Rongtan's pocket hanging by the seat .

When Song Rongtan came to his senses, Fang Huai was turning his back to him, laying a piece of golden star paper on the porthole, rubbing the tip of the pen on the paper.

He couldn't see what Fang Huai was writing, he only felt his own heartbeat filling his ears, and maybe the rustling sound of his pen tip made up in his own brain.

After an unknown amount of time, he heard the crisp sound of the pen cap closing, as if a certain switch had been pressed.

Fang Huai put the pen back into his pocket, raised his hand and folded the star skillfully.

"Atonement."

A small golden star with writing on it silently landed in Song Rongtan's palm.

The sharp corners are a bit sticky.

Brother Huai will... write something.

[What private method do you want to punish...? ]

Or is it……

[Dare you say that you dare not do it? ]

Could it be, could it be... something else?

With his heart beating wildly in his chest, he asked softly, "Can I take it apart now?"

"It's yours now." Fang Huai just said.

Song Rongtan's Adam's apple rolled.

For a moment, he hallucinated as... [I am yours now].

Song Rongtan found that he was gradually unable to control the progress of his thoughts.

He seemed to be running downhill, being attracted to the abyss by rolling and crawling.

The plane climbed to the cruising altitude, Fang Huai stretched out his hand and pulled down the sun visor, pulled the blanket up, turned his head towards the window and closed his eyes, with a lingering smile on his lips.

Two minutes later, Song Rongtan was holding a tissue just in case in one hand, while the other tremblingly took the last step to open the star.

[Punish me to give you a star off. ]

Fang Huai hadn't fallen into a deep sleep yet, but felt the people around him agitated, like a lonely dog ​​trying to attract human attention, creating all kinds of movements in front of him.

Fang Huai ignored him.

After a while, a warm body leaned against his half arm.

Soft strands of hair fell on his bare|exposed neck, and the fluffy feel made one want to reach out and rub it.

Fang Huai was drowsy and subconsciously raised his hand to put it on.

After he fell asleep, that hand was gently and secretly grabbed by the plush owner.

After getting off the plane, the boss of RTG had already sent someone to arrange the pick-up and hotel. When GR was still a little busy, everyone in RTG had already boarded the pick-up bus and headed straight for their star hotel.

The room is the same as when traveling after the spring game, double room, the manager has already allocated it for everyone.

Fang Huai unexpectedly had a good night's sleep on the plane, but Song Rongtan said he wanted to sleep, and got under the covers as soon as he entered the room.

Don't forget to put your own sheets on first.

"Shouldn't you wash it first?" Fang Huai asked casually.

Song Rongtan was bored in the quilt, feeling ashamed to face others: "Brother Huai, wash it first..."

Fang Huai didn't urge him any more, he probably packed his luggage and went into the bathroom. When he came out after washing, the room was so quiet that a needle could be heard.

He didn't turn on the hair dryer to dry his hair, but just wiped it twice with a towel.

The headlights in the room were turned off by Song Rongtan, and the curtains were drawn tightly, leaving only a desk lamp and a reading light above their heads, and the light was not too dim.

"Song Rongtan?" Fang Huai called softly, "Are you asleep..."

He leaned over and saw that Song Rongtan was stuffed under the quilt, only the messy blond hair on the top of his head and a small piece of forehead were exposed.

Song Rongtan suddenly opened her eyes under the quilt.

He wasn't asleep at all.

Even the moment Fang Huai approached, he became a little more sober.

But he still didn't dare to move, and tried his best to restrain his heartbeat from being too loud—so as not to make Fang Huai think he had some kind of heart disease.

"Song Rongtan."

He heard Fang Huai's voice, and called him a rare gentle call.

Why am I pretending to be asleep.

Song Rongtan suddenly fell into confusion.

hateful……! !If he is "awake" now, he can secretly record it with his mobile phone...

Brother Huai has never used this tone... called him that! !

The hands hidden under the blanket were clenched and loosened.

Wait... Does Brother Huai only call him that when he is asleep?

Why doesn't Brother Huai usually bark?Did you tell me something before I fell asleep... What will I hear if I continue to pretend to be asleep... Are you looking forward to it?

Song Rongtan stared at the darkness in the bed, staring until his eyes were dry and forgot to blink.

He even wondered if his forehead was sweating.

I can't stop thinking about it.Until, he suddenly heard Fang Huai chuckle.

Immediately afterwards, before he could react, a steamy, wet, warm skin fell on his exposed forehead.

Warm, moist soft touch.

Song Rongtan took a deep breath.

Brother Huai... Kiss, kiss...

kiss him? !

The temperature between the foreheads pulled away without warning.

Song Rongtan subconsciously threw off the quilt and chased after——

But the brow bumped into Fang Huai's fingertips.

And Fang Huai himself... probably half squatted beside his bed, and the lips that Song Rongtan mistook were even farther away from the pillow.

Song Rongtan realized in an instant, the feeling just now... probably Fang Huai stretched out his hand and poked his forehead with the pulp of his finger.

He stayed there, maintaining the posture of supporting the mattress with one hand.

Fang Huai changed his gestures, and there was a brain collapse between his brows.

Song Rongtan fell down in a very cooperative manner.

A golden head that has lost its dreams sinks into the soft pillow.

Song Rongtan pursed her mouth and turned her head to Fang Huai's side.

"Pretending to be sleeping?" Fang Huai said with a smile.

He rested one hand on the side of Song Rongtan's bed, propped his arm on his chin, and tilted his head slightly.

Fang Huai's hair was still wet, and the drops of water rolled along the nape of his neck, forming an arc on his slender, fair neck, and finally sank into his loose pajamas.

The neckline of the pajamas was already wet.

"Why...don't you blow your hair?" Song Rongtan said, his voice a little hoarse.

"I thought you were asleep." Fang Huai said, "Go now."

There was a precarious drop in his bangs, just above his eyes.

If it falls, will it be held up by the fine eyelashes?

Song Rongtan suddenly became curious for no reason.

Fang Huai blinked.

The drops of water rolled down, rubbed the drooping eyelashes, and finally hit Song Rongtan's bed sheet, spreading the wetness.

Fang Huai lowered his head to look, but the water droplets wet the edge of the bed one after another.

"Sorry..." he said, "You brought two sheets? Would you like a new one?"

Song Rongtan didn't speak, but just looked at the twirl in the middle of Fang Huai's damp hair.

Fang Huai looked up: "I overwashed my hair, do you mind?"

Song Rongtan suddenly leaned closer.

He restrainedly stopped at the tip of Fang Huai's hair, and sniffled lightly, as if trying to identify something.

"Brother Huai, you..."

"Used my shampoo?"

The author has something to say:

Go fishing, brother Huai, when will the car overturn ^q^