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

Song Rongtan had just walked to the door of the room when several notification sounds came from his pocket one after another.

[Manager: Zhou Yuansheng's verdict has come down. ]

[Manager: (image)]

Song Rongtan's eyes lit up.

[Ring: Has the report caught up? ]

[Manager: Don't worry. ]

Song Rongtan clicked on the verdict from the screenshot taken by the manager, feeling quite elated. He opened the door and went in, and saw Fang Huai leaning on the desk, also looking at his phone.

"Brother Huai!" Song Rongtan raised his phone.

"I see." Fang Huai said.

"Don't you have Weibo?" Song Rongtan approached with a smile, and clicked on his own Weibo for Fang Huai to read.

Regarding Zhou Yuansheng's matter this time, he specially told the manager to hold the public opinion in his hands and never give Zhou Yuansheng the slightest chance to stand up.

It has only been a few hours since the verdict came down, and various news bloggers in the e-sports circle have already posted, and the number is far more than the manager managed.

[@电竞早知道: The verdict of Zhou Yuansheng, the former owner of the CRC Club, was released today~~Five counts of multiple crimes and punishment!It is reported that Zhou Yuansheng has signed "sell | body" contracts with many well-known CRC players, and sold his career to CRC at a low price. He can only retire within six years and cannot transfer!The list of witnesses was astonishing, and the former champion team was wiped out! ]

The number one comment was only a short sentence, but it was liked tens of thousands of times within a few 10 minutes.

[@呵我刀呀: Damn it, Square! ]

Fang Huai couldn't help laughing when he saw this abrupt sentence.

This sentence is not unfamiliar, even two or three years ago, when he had just retired and hadn't gone abroad, it was overwhelmingly drilled into his ears.

Most of them are scolding him.

But this microblog is completely different.

[Square sorry/crying/crying]

[Zhou Yuansheng is still an individual? ? ! ]

[…I can't believe I participated in a cyberbullying of the most innocent people]

[Square fans here... have been crying too hard to see the screen. ]

[He still waited for his justice.Sorry...Square. ]

[Grandpa took it, is it useful? The best two years of Square's competitive state have been completely abolished. ]

[Hopefully Square returns to the game. ]

[Zhou Yuansheng owes him two world championships. ]

[Not only Zhou Yuansheng, everyone who scolded him back then owes it.Oweed his youth, owed his time. ]

Fang Huai turned two pages, but his expression became more and more pale.

In the end, he simply locked the phone screen and handed it back to Song Rongtan.

Song Rongtan froze for a moment: "Don't you want to watch it?"

"Nothing interesting." Fang Huai said.

He let out a long breath and turned his head to look out the window.

The lights on the street are just coming on, the orange light and the dark blue sky are as beautiful as a carefully color-graded photo.

But reflected in Fang Huai's eyes, it seemed to be just a colorless thick fog.

He blinked, his eyelashes fluttered like a butterfly's wings, and he was about to fly away from here in the next second.

Song Rongtan subconsciously raised his hand to grab Fang Huai's wrist.

Fang Huai turned around.

"Thank you." He said suddenly.

Song Rongtan opened his mouth.

"Actually, I originally thought that I didn't care about these anymore." Fang Huai said.

"Because it's not something I can do...so the doctor advised me to forget about it."

Fang Huai looked at Song Rongtan and suddenly smiled.

"I thought I didn't care."

The corner of his mouth is smiling, but his eyes just quietly and unfocusedly drooping aside.

"It's not what you think it is now." Song Rongtan said, "Brother Huai, from today onwards, you really don't have to care about it."

Fang Huai still lowered his eyes, and he raised the hand with the watch. Under the watch strap, the hideous scar seemed to have not attracted the attention of the owner for a long time.

"Zhou Yuansheng will not appear by your side again, the contract has lost its legal effect...everything that binds you is gone. Brother Huai..."

A drop of water suddenly hit the watch strap, seeping down along the gap, the moist and cool feeling covered the scar, Fang Huai raised his head.

"...Why are you crying again?" He laughed.

Song Rongtan's head hung lower than his, and his eyes were red from socket to corner. It seemed that he was trying his best to restrain his emotions, but a drop still spilled out.

"It would be great if I could be born two years earlier." He said for no reason, his voice still hoarse.

Fang Huai shook his head: "It's fine now."

"It's good enough..."

The hand holding his wrist tightened suddenly.

"Not enough." Song Rongtan looked up, looking at him with red eyes, "I want to give you the best."

"Not only this year's champion, but also give you a clean Square, and give you the champion of next year and the year after..."

"As long as you want, even if you only want a little bit, I will give it to you."

Fang Huai was slightly startled.

He said slowly: "No..."

"Don't say you don't need it." Song Rongtan interrupted him for the first time, raised his hand and wiped the corner of his eyes, and said with a bit of arrogance in his tone, "I'm not a great philanthropist."

He pursed his lips and said firmly, "I'm very greedy, and I want your return."

Fang Huai completely lost the ability to think.

Zhou Yuansheng's exit was like a curtain call, making him a little dazed, as if he would lose his direction for a short time, or for a long time.

Song Rongtan broke in in such a ostentatious and colorful manner.

It seems that after the iron-gray broken track, a bright orange and sunny track has been connected.

...too foul.Fang Huai thought.

He raised his other hand, and put the back of his hand against his forehead—he felt his face was hot, and wondered if he had a fever.

"Brother Huai."

The temperature on the forehead is really hot.

The eye sockets also seemed to be fumigated by the spreading heat, making them a little wet.

"...Got it." He said.

The person in front of him was visibly relieved.

"Then...Brother Huai." Song Rongtan bent down, raised his head, and forcibly met his lowered head.

"Let me make sure, I am, I can chase you now, right?"

Fang Huai looked blank for a moment.

"Aren't you... wanting to repay?"

Song Rongtan nodded, his ears flushed: "I want a...competition certificate to pursue Brother Huai."

Fang Huai paused.

The heat from her cheeks faded.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath: "... yes."

"Ring player, the participation certificate will be sent to you tomorrow." Fang Huai opened his eyes, and his expression returned to the calmness of the previous training.

"Now, go to evening training." He glanced down at his watch, "You're going to be late."

Song Rongtan jumped almost three feet high, and threw herself into Fang Huai's arms, hugged Fang Huai hard, and then ran straight to the conference room that RTG had contracted as a training room.

Fang Huai was the only one left in the room.

He almost lost his strength and squatted down slowly along the wall, raising his hands to cover half of his face.

"Fang Zhifen...you control your...thoughts."

His tone was almost exasperated, he gritted his teeth, and said softly.

Throughout the evening training, Song Rongtan seemed to have been given a lot of blood, and all tasks were completed 100% beyond the quota.

After the evening training, he originally planned to train until he left with Fang Huai, but he was driven back.

"I hope that when I go back, I can see that you have washed up and slept obediently, Song Rongtan."

Bibabu clicked his tongue beside him.

Mano, isn't this the childish version of [Clean the bed|Wait for me]?

He originally thought that Song Rongtan would resist a little bit, but he didn't expect this person to agree easily.

"Brother Huai, come back early." He just said, "I'll sleep when you come back."

Fang Huai avoided his pure eyes and agreed indiscriminately.

When he returned to the dormitory half an hour later, Song Rongtan was already under the covers and fiddled with his mobile phone.

Fang Huai also finished washing, and just turned off the headlights in the room and lay down on the soft quilt, when Song Rongtan called him.

"Brother Huai, I'm suddenly very glad that I asked you the question of whether you will come back in advance."

Fang Huai was puzzled: "Is it the same if you ask now?"

Song Rongtan shook her head seriously: "It's different."

"I asked before, and you promised me that it was because of me. But if I ask again now... I don't know if you are for me or for those fans."

He pursed his mouth slightly, and while talking, he also swiped the screen, always looking at fans' replies on Weibo.

"Aren't you a fan?" Fang Huai said flatly.

Song Rongtan's eyes suddenly lit up for a moment, and he turned around to face Fang Huai.

"Then...it depends on the distance between Brother Huai and fans."

Song Rongtan's gaze seemed to be uncovered, and every second he looked at him seemed to be filled with passionate emotions.

Fang Huai couldn't resist his gaze, so he simply closed his eyes and replied ambiguously, "What do you think?"

Song Rongtan fell into deep thought.

He remembered that he used the identity of [A Yuan] to confess to Fang Huai in high school. He was obviously the one who was treated differently by Fang Huai, but he still ended up being rejected...

Could it be that Brother Huai rejected him at the time because [A Yuan Ruan] was a fan of Square? !

Song Rongtan was enlightened instantly, and said, "Then I won't be your fan anymore!"

Fang Huai smiled lightly, but did not speak.

Song Rongtan frowned suspiciously.

In his design, Brother Huai should ask him... [Then what do you want to be] or something like that.

Then he can follow the trend...

After waiting for a while, finding that Fang Huai still had no intention of answering, Song Rongtan could only speak by himself.

"Brother Huai, why don't you ask?"

Fang Huai still didn't open his eyes: "What are you asking? What time is it? Why aren't you sleeping?"

"No!" Song Rongtan was a little anxious, he grabbed the corner of the quilt, "Ask me what I want to be..."

Fang Huai also turned sideways, and slowly opened his eyes: "I know what you want to be, why do you ask."

Song Rongtan was dumb for a moment.

Fang Huai narrowed his eyes slightly, and said softly, "You want to be my captain, right?"

He seemed to be really sleepy, and his voice was slightly prolonged, softer than during the day.

Song Rongtan only felt that his heart was beating wildly.

No matter how daring he was, he just wanted to answer Fang Huai's question, saying that he wanted to be your suitor.

Fang Huai's answer...was too lethal to him.

Fang Huai smiled as he looked at the person on the opposite bed who was already frozen, with red ears.

He did chuckle, raised his hand and turned off his reading light and closed his eyes.

"Sleep, Captain."

In the next second, a violent wind rose from the ground. Fang Huai subconsciously opened his eyes, but he met a face that was close at hand.

Half of the bed was sunken——Song Rongtan jumped over from his own bed and hung half of his body on his bed.

An aura that didn't belong to him suddenly hit, and Fang Huai's hand that was just resting on the quilt suddenly tightened.

"I didn't make my own sheets." His voice was also tense, "Aren't you a clean freak? Get out of here."

Song Rongtan, however, seemed to be against him, rubbing the half of the pillow that was free above the headrest like a big dog having fun.

Fang Huai retreated again and again, and when Song Rongtan was about to touch his cheek, he raised his hand and pressed down on his troubled head.

Song Rongtan didn't struggle, her eyes were wide open, she was full of smiles, happiness could almost overflow from her hair.

"Brother Huai, brother Huai say it again!" He said, "Say it again and I'll go back to sleep on my bed."

Fang Huai raised his foot to block it, and found that half of his body was still hanging outside the bed.

This guy didn't even climb up the whole body, and he was threatening him with this?

Fang Huai gritted his teeth: "You don't want stars today, do you?"

"One can't be too greedy." Song Rongtan's eyes sparkled, "I've already got the best and best things today."

"Tomorrow." Fang Huai began to pay the stars in advance.

Song Rongtan suddenly pulled up his watch-wearing hand on the quilt and put it between the two pillows.

Song Rongtan took a closer look, and the breath in his nose almost steamed up the surface.

Then he bent his eyes and smiled: "Tomorrow is 2 minutes away, Brother Huai can't do this."

The second hand of the mechanical watch kept turning, and the sound of ticking and ticking flowed between the two of them.

Fang Huai suddenly had the feeling that time would stop here.

The mixed taste of green orange and milk coffee lingers in the nose, refreshing and slightly sweet, but with a mellow aftertaste.

"Tomorrow...there is still a match," Fang Huai said.

He thought he had made it clear enough - tell Song Rongtan not to sleep with him, in case something happens that will affect tomorrow's game.

However, Song Rongtan blinked, as if he didn't realize it, and thought for a while to speak.

"I know." He said to himself, "I will win."

Fang Huai: ...

He closed his eyes and clenched his other hand tightly under the quilt.

——The fist is hardened.

You don't eat a toast and you are fined, right?

He opened his eyes, his face darkened, with the impersonal coldness of daytime training: "I'm still your coach now."

"Captain Song, go back to your bed and sleep."

Song Rongtan's Adam's apple rolled.

The roots of his ears were red.

New, new name...

He subconsciously licked his canines lightly.

Fang Huai saw the flash of red in his slightly opened mouth, and the cold face that belonged to the coach immediately collapsed.

Canines...

Probably because the dim light and the blending taste were too compatible, Fang Huai suddenly remembered the drunken dream that he indulged in the breath of green grass that night.

……

Song Rongtan's canine teeth were very sharp, and when he suddenly rushed over, he just lightly tapped Fang Huai's lower lip, which made him feel a slight tingling pain.

Fang Huai just took a breath, and Song Rongtan suddenly let go.

"Did I bite you?"

Even when he was drunk, the anxiety and concern in his eyes could not be faked.

Before Fang Huai could say anything, he raised his hand and flexed his knuckles, and gently rubbed against Fang Huai's lips.

There must be some wetness on the knuckles, but that's not blood, it's just that Song Rongtan was drunk and couldn't tell clearly.

He also licked his canines like today, a little annoyed.

"Brother Huai." He leaned over, "Bite me too..."

Fang Huai didn't know what was wrong with him, so he really followed his words and said.

"...heavier." Song Rongtan's voice was vague.

"I can't bite through it like this..." He said to himself, "Brother Huai is so gentle."

The gentle one is obviously you.

Fang Huai thought.

……

He suddenly felt heat welling up his cheeks, and before the blush appeared, Fang Huai suddenly pulled up the quilt to cover his face, then turned his back to Song Rongtan.

"...The captain also called, hurry up and go to sleep!"

Song Rongtan seemed to be in a daze for a long time after thinking about it, and suddenly laughed lightly.

Gougou, who was brimming with happiness, rubbed forward again, and pressed his forehead against the back of Fang Huai's only exposed head, as if he wanted to catch his scent.

"Brother Huai, good night!"

The dog went back to its den.

The only remaining light was turned off, and the room was plunged into darkness.

Fang Huai slowly opened his eyes, and he could hear Song Rongtan's breathing gradually calming down, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

He turned over lightly, his face sunk in the pillow that Song Rongtan had just pushed over.

The smell of green orange seems to seep into the fluffy pillow.

He closed his eyes and moved closer.

……OK, good night.

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