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

The interpreter took a step forward to find the driver, and at some point he had moved a considerable distance from them, and there was a moment of silence around the two of them.

Song Rongtan tried hard to restrain his heartbeat: "Then Brother Huai...do you want to play with such a powerful assaulter?"

Fang Huai looked at him with a calm tone: "As a coach, I don't want a sniper who has a two-year window of absence, will retire soon after his comeback, and is still in an unstable state."

"As the captain..." Song Rongtan paused, and continued, "I definitely don't want what others say."

"But you are different."

Fang Huai raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Brother Huai, I know that you have been using Zhao Zichu's trumpet recently." Song Rongtan said, and then directly sold Zhao Zichu.

"But in fact, even if you don't know that Brother Huai or Zhao Zichu is behind this number, even if it's just an ordinary passer-by sniper, RTG will invite him to try out."

Fang Huai laughed: "I only play in the custom training room, where did you find me?"

Song Rongtan didn't hesitate: "I will invite your other number."

After a few seconds of silence, Fang Huai realized that he was talking about the number [Huai].

In all fairness, if you meet a sniper of [Huai]'s level in the passerby game, there is a high probability that he will send out a trial invitation.

Unfortunately, Fang Huai knew that with his current uncertain state, it was indeed not suitable for him to become a professional player again.

He needs a longer recovery period to stabilize his competitive state.

Fang Huai pursed his lips.

"Brother Huai, I know what you're worried about." Song Rongtan said, "After the World Championship is over, I'll accompany you to do recovery training, is that okay?"

"Just use [Huai]'s number, I'll use...the one with your couple ID."

Fang Huai suddenly smiled: "What kind of couple ID is this?"

Song Rongtan touched his nose, and the corners of his eyes curled up: "But they all say that."

Fang Huai just glanced at him indifferently, without saying yes or no.

With her heart beating wildly, Song Rongtan coughed lightly, stood up and stretched out her hand to Fang Huai—it was an inviting gesture.

"Then now, Mr. Fang Huai—"

"Do you accept the invitation to try out from the RTG team that is about to become the world champion?"

Fang Huai glanced down at Song Rongtan's outstretched hand.

The joints are well defined, slender and clean.

It makes people want to reach out and hold it, or hand it to him obediently.

Fang Huai smiled silently, then stretched out his thumb, and pressed it on Song Rongtan's palm like pressing a fingerprint.

"I accept."

Song Rongtan tightened his palm subconsciously, but Fang Huai's hand pulled away faster, he only held the remaining tactile sensation in the center of his palm.

It was enough to make his heart beat faster.

"Let's go." Fang Huai said, then turned around.

Song Rongtan followed step by step, and the smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't stop.

His ears were a little red, but they looked normal after being exposed to the cold wind.

Suddenly, his expression changed to regret.

Why didn't you say "whether you are willing to accept" just now!If you say it like this...then, can Brother Huai say..."I do"...

Just, the one who said "yes, Ido"...

But if you translate the words just now, it means "yes, Ido".

Song Rongtan walked faster, he caught up with Fang Huai and stood side by side with him, turning his head to peek at Fang Huai's profile from time to time, and the smile on the corner of his mouth lifted a lot.

He didn't hide his gaze, Fang Huai asked lightly, "What are you laughing at?"

When Song Rongtan opened his mouth, there were two giggles of "hehe".

"I'm kind of happy," he said. "It's good that I used to learn English well."

Fang Huai was puzzled for a moment, he turned his head to look at Song Rongtan, who was still smiling, repeating something softly from time to time.

Squinting his eyes, Fang Huai suddenly guessed what was going on in his mind.

After returning to the hotel, Fang Huai took out a piece of star paper from the suitcase. Song Rongtan saw that and was about to follow, but Fang Huai stopped him.

"Stand there and don't move," Fang Huai said.

With the stars right in front of us, Song Rongtan naturally wouldn't resist in the slightest.

He was far away, and seeing Fang Huai took out a pen and made two simple strokes, which seemed to be only one or two characters long, he couldn't help puckering his mouth.

"Brother Huai..." he said.

"Hmm." Fang Huai closed the pen cap, not intending to continue adding.

Song Rongtan pointed at the star paper in a desperate manner: "It's... gone?"

Fang Huai slightly raised his eyebrows: "Not enough?"

Song Rongtan didn't dare to nod.

Things that make progress... In Fang Huai's place, don't think about succeeding.

Fang Huai smiled lightly, and folded the star. He folded it a little loosely. If it is not protected properly, it may be easy to fall apart.

Song Rongtan almost drooped the ears of the whole dog: "...Brother Huai, you are so perfunctory."

Fang Huai didn't answer, but just handed him the loose little star.

"This one, you are not allowed to open it now." Fang Huai said.

Song Rongtan looked shocked and aggrieved.

No way?Has the salary dropped so quickly...

"Got it?" Fang Huai didn't have any explanation.

Song Rongtan still nodded aggrievedly: "Then... when can it be opened?"

Fang Huai thought for a moment: "Wait until I say yes."

Song Rongtan:?

Is it even made up now?

He looked down at the star in his hand, and his intuition told him that there was definitely something hidden inside.

It was just an ordinary little golden star... but now it became the thing that attracted him the most.

There seemed to be a little devil in Song Rongtan's ears luring him to open this Pandora's box.

He stared fixedly at the stars, subconsciously raised his other hand.

Suddenly, Fang Huai stretched out his finger to Xing Xing and gently pressed it down.

Fang Huai didn't say anything, but Song Rongtan knew he was the one warning him.

"...I see." Song Rongtan said sullenly, "I won't read it."

He searched up and down his body, but couldn't find a suitable place to store this loosely sealed and fragile star.

The stars shook twice in his palm, as if they were about to disperse in the next second.

Song Rongtan couldn't bear it anymore.

One second before he did it, Fang Huai suddenly reached out and took away the secret-wrapped star.

"It seems that you need storage services." Fang Huai said.

Before Song Rongtan could speak, he saw Fang Huai pull out the necklace hidden in his clothes - a new hollow pendant on it.

There was already a little silver star lying in it.

Fang Huai released the buckle at the bottom of the pendant, and put the golden one in.

There seemed to be not enough space for the two stars to stretch out inside. Fang Huai closed the lid, and the two stars were squeezed and locked inside.

The pendant was hidden under Fang Huai's clothes again.

Maybe through a layer of clothes, or maybe... directly against his skin.

Song Rongtan's Adam's apple moved slightly.

"Go to training." After Fang Huai put down the pendant, his tone returned to his usual calm.

Before going out, Song Rongtan couldn't hold back and looked back at the pendant hidden under the fabric.

The first game of RTG was against an experienced baby team, BO5. Song Rongtan didn't play in the first game, and Bibabu and Xiaobald were the main and sub-teams.

"Play well." Before going on the field, he patted the little bald head on the shoulder, "As long as you keep winning, the sub-attack position in this game will not be replaced."

The little bald head was so excited that he nodded heavily.

All RTG members came to the World Championships for the first time, but they did not have the timidity and nervousness of other teams.

Perhaps Fang Huai's calmness was subtly affecting them.

The pre-match atmosphere of RTG was even calmer than in China.

After the game started, Fang Huai opened the door and went back to the lounge. Song Rongtan took out a bag of potato chips from nowhere and ate them loudly.

...It smells weird.

Fang Huai took a piece in his hand.

In this game, the carry points of RTG tactics are Bibabu and Xiaobald.

"Brother Huai." Song Rongtan said, "How did little baldhead perform in the international youth training?"

"Weren't you the captain when you recruited him?" Fang Huai asked, "You don't know?"

"I know he was the number one in that class." Song Rongtan smiled, "But what I mean is...how is their overall level in that class?"

Fang Huai understood: "By the way, I want to ask them how the last session was, don't you?"

Song Rongtan bent his eyes and did not speak.

There was a smile in Fang Huai's voice: "Everything is average. You can win the first place if you go. Satisfied?"

"It's not bad." Song Rongtan said reservedly, "It's as expected."

Fang Huai snorted amusedly.

"After the finals, I'm going to go to this year's youth training." After a pause, Fang Huai said seriously, "You can go and see if there are any good sniper seedlings."

Song Rongtan sat beside him thoughtfully.

Fang Huai looked at him, but still didn't make a sound.

The strength of the opponent was not even comparable to the fourth or fifth domestic teams. RTG won very smoothly, and got off to a good start with 3:0.

The little bald head also won an mvp. When he stepped off the stage, the corner of his mouth almost went to the sky, and his whole body floated down.

Song Rongtan raised his hand and pressed on his shoulder, and the bald man came back to his senses.

"Ask you something." Song Rongtan whispered.

The little bald head subconsciously showed a thief's expression: "Captain, what are your orders!"

Song Rongtan didn't care about the little bald head's expression, his eyes kept falling on Fang Huai's back at the front of the line, always paying attention to whether Fang Huai wanted to look back for him.

The result is of course not.

Song Rongtan felt aggrieved for two seconds, but still asked the little bald head in a normal tone: "Can active players apply for international youth training?"

The little bald head thought for a moment: "Yes."

"Is there an age requirement?" Song Rongtan asked again, "Do you still have to be 20?"

The little bald head looked strange.

"Captain, maybe you want to enroll in the international youth training..."

Song Rongtan looked serious: "I have this idea."

The little bald head was silent for a long time, before saying: "Captain, I don't think you... need to crush international youth training players to..."

"No." Song Rongtan explained, "Your coach is going too." He gave the little bald head a look.

After analyzing it for a long while, the little bald head showed an expression of "So that's it".

"Captain, if you want to go, just ask the coach to take you along!" Xiaobald said.

"The coach seems to be able to bring an accompanying interpreter, but I think some coaches have given this spot to others, such as girlfriends...brothers...friends' sons and so on."

"There are more girlfriends." The little bald head thought for a while and nodded, "After all, it will be almost two months after being closed, and it is human nature to understand."

Song Rongtan touched his chin.

"Hey, what are you talking about!" Bibabu, who was walking in front, saw the two of them whispering at the end of the line, suddenly felt gossip, and ran over impatiently.

Fang Huai also looked back.

Song Rongtan frowned, Fang Huai had only seen his expression when the two were discussing tactics.

"What's wrong?" So he asked.

Song Rongtan raised his head to meet Fang Huai's gaze, and subconsciously spoke.

"Ah... thinking about how I can be your girlfriend."

Fang Huai stumbled.

Song Rongtan's voice was not too loud, just enough for the entire nearby RTG team members and staff to hear.

Everyone looked back at him in unison, showing shocked expressions.

Bibabu knew the most and reacted the most. He took two steps back and slammed the back of his head against the wall.

"hiss……"

He was in tears from the pain, but he still struggled, and tremblingly, he began to admonish Song Rongtan.

"This...maybe you have to go to Thailand to change your personality first...but don't worry about it, Captain!!"

Bibabu was extremely frightened.

When they played on stage, what did Song Rongtan say to their coach in the lounge?

It can't be... It can't be that he found out that Coach Fang is a straight man, right?Then the idiot Song Rongtan is going to do this? ?

How, how could it be possible to do this! !

Bibabu looked around in a panic, but he couldn't find a comrade who was with him to hold Song Rongtan, a runaway mad dog.

Others who didn't know the inside story just thought they were joking, and Ah Mai even smiled and spoke boldly and naively.

"Our captain's women's clothing must be beautiful." He looked at Fang Huai, "The coach is not bad."

The young lady who manages the official blog of the Propaganda Department next to her turned her eyes and said, "I can make a rendering when I go back, and show it to Coach Fang?"

She choked back a laugh as she spoke.

Everyone in RTG rarely had such an opportunity to play tricks on Song Rongtan. Two people took the lead, and immediately began to have a mouthful of tongues.

Song Rongtan endured it again and again, and finally couldn't help but was about to threaten people to shut up, but heard Fang Huai's voice.

"is it?"

In the cold voice, there was rare curiosity.

Song Rongtan's brain became hot and he spoke.

"Brother Huai must be too!"

Fang Huai:?

The faint smile on his face disappeared in an instant, his eyes seemed to have been quenched by ice, he stabbed Song Rongtan's body fiercely, then turned his head and walked away.

Song Rongtan instantly felt that all the eyes on him turned into gloating, and occasionally one or two people who still had a conscience handed out the blessing of "good luck".

Sure enough, until the end of the evening training, Fang Huai didn't give him any good looks.

Although Fang Huai is usually not very pleasant, but that is when he is working or treating others.

With Song Rongtan, Fang Huai would always laugh, but not today.

Song Rongtan went to Miss Guanbo and asked her to help make the "rendering picture" she mentioned earlier.

"You want to make Coach Fang happy?" the young lady asked.

Song Rongtan sighed.

"Hey, what's the meaning of the rendering..." She looked very understanding, "Just take some practical actions."

Song Rongtan:?

"Be sober." He said, "There is still a match tomorrow."

"Xiao Song, are you single?" The young lady said with piercing eyes, "When you apologize, coax + draw cakes."

"Women's clothing can be arranged...after returning to China."

"By the way, you can broadcast it live, bring some traffic...hehe." As she spoke, her DNA as a staff member of the Propaganda Department moved again.

Song Rongtan was vigilant: "Don't even think about it."

The little sister looked shocked: "Isn't it? Then you have to wear women's clothing to show Coach Fang alone?"

Song Rongtan frowned: "Otherwise, I can show you all in the training room?"

"No... Then, are you going to be in Coach Fang's dormitory?" The young lady patted her ear, thinking she had heard wrong.

However, Song Rongtan nodded as a matter of course.

The little sister blinked: "I'm sorry, we country people have never seen the world... Then I wish you success."

Song Rongtan always felt that there was something wrong with her eyes, but couldn't tell.

The ability to interpret sight seems to be only useful between him and Fang Huai.

"Coach Fang likes you very much." The young lady encouraged, "Doesn't he like obedient ones? Just go back and act cute to Coach Fang, and promise a women's dress, and it's over."

Song Rongtan also knew that Fang Huai couldn't be really angry, so he took the time to use "renderings" to amuse him.

Nodding her head to show that she understood, Song Rongtan turned and left.

He vaguely heard the voice of Miss Guanbo talking to herself from behind.

"Dormitory...alone...women's clothes..."

"Damn! It's so bitter!"

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