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

Fang Huai stared at it for a while, pressed the lock screen button, and threw the phone back to Song Rongtan like a hot potato.

"Brother Huai...won't you let me delete it?" Song Rongtan was still a little dazed while holding the phone.

Fang Huai turned his back and didn't look at him, and spoke in a calm tone.

"...As I said, you will get what you want when the game is over."

The air was filled with the warmth and humidity that Fang Huai brought out from the bathroom. The neckline of his pajamas was not adjusted properly, half rolled up inside, exposing his slender neck.

Song Rongtan's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he raised his hand.

Fang Huai turned around and stared at him without warning. He took off his glasses and narrowed his eyes slightly, as if trying to judge his motives.

Song Rongtan explained: "I just..."

His words were interrupted by Fang Huai's sudden movement, the ice-like youth suddenly leaned over beside his bed.

Song Rongtan lay on the pillow, holding his breath subconsciously, as if he was afraid of the thin snow that seemed to fall on him.

He looked at Fang Huai with a dazed expression.

Fang Huai could see the bottom of it at a glance, like a clear spring that didn't know where it was going.

...Song Rongtan is always like this without reservation, in front of him.

Fang Huai thought that he should be satisfied.

"Brother Huai..." Song Rongtan opened his mouth, but he could only utter one name.

He wanted to say that you should not get so close, but he was reluctant to say so.

Fang Huai suddenly raised his hand and placed it on the top of his forehead, and gently brushed the hair scattered around his cheeks to the back.

Like grooming a pet's hair before going to bed, the movements are patient and gentle.

"It's not an outrageous photo." Fang Huai placed his fingertips between Song Rongtan's brows, "Take it as...a deposit."

Song Rongtan's shoulder and neck muscles tensed instantly, and he subconsciously wanted to raise his hand, but Fang Huai's warm fingers pressed lightly between his eyebrows.

"do not move."

He unloaded instantly.

Fang Huai smiled lightly at his cuteness.

"Okay, go to bed," he said.

"Come on tomorrow, Captain Xiao Song."

Using this gesture, he turned off the reading light by his bedside, then backed away in the dark, and returned to his place.

After the rustling of fabrics and the creaking of mattresses, the room returned to silence.

Song Rongtan seemed to have just found his breath, and his heartbeat was heavy and urgent, showing his sense of existence.

He lay flat with his eyes open for a long time before getting up again and shutting himself in the bathroom.

The sound of running water came from Fang Huai's ear, and it didn't stop until he fell into a deep sleep.

On the day of the four-to-two competition in the World Championship, RTG and AR successfully qualified as the group champions of Group C and Group D respectively, and will soon decide the winner in this game.

When everyone from RTG came to the competition venue, GG, the champion of Group A who had played before them, had already finished the match with the champion of Group B. 3:0—the first to get the tickets to the finals without any suspense.

RTG entered, GG exited, and the two teams met in the backstage.

Quan Shangtai's eyes were firmly glued to Fang Huai's body.

It was as if there was a piece of plastic garbage stuck to the sweater that had been charged with static electricity, and it couldn't be shaken off.

annoying.

Song Rongtan kept staring at Quan Shangtai's arm, and as expected, just as he was about to pass by Fang Huai, Quan Shangtai suddenly reached out to grab Fang Huai's wrist.

Almost at the same time as he stretched out his hand, Song Rongtan took a step forward, pushing Quan Shangtai away forcefully.

He tilted his head and said fiercely, "Don't touch him with your dirty hands."

Fang Huai:?

He had already noticed when Quan Shangtai reached out his hand, and he was going to avoid it.

But what did Song Rongtan say... so weird.

When Song Rongtan spoke, his voice was neither too loud nor too soft.But at least the camera following them should be able to vaguely record his words.

The terrible thing is that it is still an official camera, unlike the video materials of their RTG Propaganda Department, which can be cut at will.

Fang Huai looked at Song Rongtan with complicated eyes.

Song Rongtan just spoke quickly, but his tone was low, and Quan Shangtai didn't understand his Chinese level for a while.But he also wanted to know that the words spoken in this tone would not be good words.

Quan Shangtai frowned tightly, stopped and looked at the photographer holding the official sign: "RTG players cursed before the game."

He pointed to the follow-up camera: "There is evidence here."

There was a sudden silence in the backstage corridor.

The TETD competition group has extremely strict control over the mental outlook of the players - as long as they step into the venue or in a public place other than the team lounge, even if there is even half a sentence of uncivilized language, they will be fined to some extent.

If it escalates to a physical collision, it will be fined if it is light, and banned if it is serious.

Song Rongtan raised his eyebrows slightly, and hummed disdainfully: "I didn't scold anyone."

"You have a video, play it back for him now." Quan Shangtai frowned, pointing at the photographer.

The photographer looked puzzled.

No way no way...Ring's lines are so stupid...is it a curse?

Song Rongtan raised his hand and made a stop motion and smiled slightly.

"We don't have time to waste time with you here. If Kwon Sang-tae must be so entangled here, then I will think that you are maliciously delaying our team's pre-match preparation time."

He didn't use a translator.Directly speak this passage in Quan Shangtai's native language fluently and standardly.

Quan Shangtai's translator also came over to explain to him the meaning of what Song Rongtan said just now, and Quan Shangtai's face turned dark immediately.

Song Rongtan snorted lightly, and finally glanced at Quan Shangtai with an extremely cold and condescending expression, and led the team away.

After walking a few steps, Quan Shangtai's angry voice arguing with others came from behind him. He was obviously really angry, but he didn't dare to swear here because of the regulations of the competition group.

... like some impotent, furious lower animal.

Fang Huai suddenly smiled with downcast eyes.

Song Rongtan was standing next to him, and his heart skipped a beat when he heard it.

The stern, oppressive coat a few seconds ago was instantly crushed by this smile.

"Brother Huai! Don't pay attention to him, he's a fool... der."

Song Rongtan stopped talking in time, paused, and explained to the photographer behind him.

"...I'm not cursing anyone."

The photographer nodded with a suppressed smile.

Only then did Song Rongtan turn around in peace of mind, stretched out his hand and rubbed his arm twice for a chill.

"You're humiliating a fool, hiss."

Fang Huai glanced at him with a half-smile.

Song Rongtan bent his eyes, secretly reached out his hand, and put Fang Huai's on the back of his hand.

Before he could make another move, Fang Huai patted the back of his hand abruptly with a backhand like a warning, then retracted his hand naturally, and put it on his chest to hold the notebook.

Song Rongtan pursed her lips aggrievedly, but didn't dare to say anything.

After all, in public, there are cameras following behind.He really didn't dare to grab Fang Huai's hand so blatantly.

But...it will be different soon!

Song Rongtan suddenly shuddered.

The game is over soon, and this is already the penultimate game.

Play a four-in-two game today, and play a single game tomorrow.The day after tomorrow is the finals...

Three days.

...only three days left.

Song Rongtan pursed her lips, suppressing the uncontrollable smile at the corners of her mouth.

He often feels his canine teeth itchy recently... always licking it from time to time.

And he knew why.

He looked up at the back of Fang Huai who was walking in front of him, and quickened his pace to catch up.

The RTG team walked to the lounge and bumped into the AR team who was about to enter the lounge.

The light-colored little curly-haired Furry, whom he had not washed his hair for a while, lit up when he saw the RTG crowd approaching in a mighty manner.

The little curly hair ran over bouncing all the way.Song Rongtan pursed her lips, feeling disdainful in her heart.

... How old are you and still pretend to be young, running like this.

Goose heart! ! !

Obviously, he has completely forgotten who was in the bathroom last night facing a stick figure star, giggling again, and it was Bee again.

"Fang!!" Furry ran over and stood still in front of Fang Huai.

"AR will show its strongest strength in this year's competition!" He said firmly, "I want to see what kind of team Fang is willing to stay for a whole year!"

Fang Huai smiled lightly.

"It's the same as what I told you before." He said, "I only bring the strongest team."

Furry's face with light-colored curly hair suddenly lit up with fierce fighting spirit.

Listening to the completely business-like conversation, Song Rongtan stood behind Fang Huai, and suddenly felt that this sensible little curly-haired man wasn't so pleasing to the eye anymore.

"Okay, Fang!" Furry showed a determined smile, "I will prove to you that we are the strongest."

Song Rongtan:?

"Fang, come back to AR next year!" Furry said right away, "I also think that dipping potatoes in vinegar is disgusting. Now that I'm the captain, I don't have to let the chef do it!"

Song Rongtan: ...?

Feelings Do you become the captain just to solve the dishes you don't like?Can you still pursue it a little bit?

No... And there is someone like you who digs people's faces! !

In his eyes, Furry, whose image had just changed a bit, was immediately beaten back to the bottom of the "do not wash his hair".

Song Rongtan's face turned serious, and he took half a step forward and said, "Don't even think about it."

Furry saw him in a blink of an eye, not only did he not show any hostility, but instead had an "okay" expression.

"Ring! Oh, it's been a long time!" Furry said hello, speaking loose Chinese.

"...Good afternoon." Song Rongtan could only say without slapping the smiling face.

Furry excitedly said: "Ring, it's just right for you to come! Why don't you come to our AR with Fang next year!"

Song Rongtan's expression was complicated for a moment.

This person...couldn't be a fool...?

With a suspicious expression, he slowly turned his head to look at Fang Huai.

But Fang Huai looked at them like he looked at two idiots.

Song Rongtan's face pulled, and he immediately took half a step back to draw a line with this light-colored, curly-haired idiot.

"Captain Furry, we are going to prepare for the match." Song Rongtan put on his captain's airs and said seriously.

"See you on the field!" Furry walked away happily with an expression that I understood.

Everyone in RTG had already entered the lounge first, and only Fang Huai and Song Rongtan were left outside the door.

"What on earth is he here for..." Song Rongtan was at a loss.

Fang Huai smiled lightly, reached out and patted Song Rongtan's arm: "Actually, I think sometimes...you don't need to be so vigilant."

Song Rongtan tilted his head and looked at him quietly.

"Don't think too much." Fang Huai laughed, "No one thinks the same as you."

Song Rongtan shook his head, and said in a deep tone, "It's different, this is England."

Fang Huai: ...?

"Do you have any stereotypes about Britain?" he wondered, "the proportion of homosexuals in Britain is not high."

Song Rongtan asked, "How much?"

Fang Huai: "2%."

Immediately afterwards, there was no answer for more than ten seconds, and Song Rongtan's eyes became more resentful.

"Brother Huai..." he said slowly, "Can I ask why you know these data?"

Fang Huai was silent for a moment.

He looked at Song Rongtan in front of him helplessly, his expression gradually changed from a faint resentment to a sad and indignant condemnation.

He always felt that if this was not a public place, Song Rongtan would probably have fallen to the ground and rolled around sadly on the spot—of course, the kind of dog hook.

"Did Brother Huai have another dog outside? Did Brother Huai have other...boyfriends before." Song Rongtan said softly.

"I'm not Brother Huai's first one, am I..."

"Need I remind you?" Fang Huai said, "Your match result hasn't come out yet."

Song Rongtan knew that he was not only referring to the World Championship, but also the...competition where he got the "ticket" two days ago.

He paused for a moment, and continued: "I don't care about the issue of being first or not...I just..."

Even though he knew that Song Rongtan's appearance could account for 80% of the acting, Fang Huai was still dazzled by his thoughts.

"No no no no... okay?" He took a deep breath and said.

Song Rongtan immediately shut up and looked at him with bright eyes.

"I really don't care about being first or not." He rubbed his nose and chuckled.

"I just think that if there are other people in front of him...the reason why he became his predecessor must have made Brother Huai sad."

Fang Huai was suddenly startled.

Song Rongtan lowered his head slightly and looked at him intently.

Every time Fang Huai looked at Song Rongtan, he was so focused and determined.The world seems to have its own bokeh in the eyes of photographer Song Da, and Fang Huai is the only person who will be carefully wiped out by him with a mask.

Song Rongtan pursed her lips nervously, but she didn't suppress the subconscious smile.

"But if I'm the first, I'm going to try to be the last."

"I won't make Brother Huai sad."