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

"...What?" Fang Huai frowned in confusion.

Furry's voice is not too loud, but it is almost the volume that the audience in the front row of the auditorium can probably hear.

"That's the one, Fang, the one you taught me!" Furry was even more anxious than Fang Huai, and almost started gesticulating, "When you told me about this technique, I asked you!"

Fang Huai narrowed his eyes slightly.

He remembered that when he was still in the AR team, it was Furry who took the initiative to ask him for this technique.

……

At that time, Furry was shocked after listening to Fang Huai's important points.

"Fang... these requests are too exaggerated." Furry said in a daze, "How much practice does this have to..."

"I'm not very clear." Fang Huai said.As the inventor of the technique and the only user at present, he really doesn't know how long it will take others to practice to get the effect.

"Have you ever taught this trick Fang?" Furry asked.

"...taught me." Fang Huai thought for a while, and said a few more words, "It was almost taught by hand."

Furry's expression was even more shocking: "Fang, you have taught others...then has he learned it?"

Fang Huai said, "When I left, he wasn't there yet."

"Ah...sorry." Furry subconsciously apologized for mentioning his sadness.

Fang Huai indicated that it was okay.

"Then you haven't been in touch now?" Furry asked, "I just think...the person who can be taught unique skills by Fang, you must have a good relationship."

"Long time no see." Fang Huai was silent for a moment, subconsciously raised his hand to touch the necklace pendant that fell outside, and said.

The silver stars in the necklace seemed to echo his words, reflecting radiance in the sunlight.

Furry's expression changed, and he touched his chin: "Then can I ask...Fang, the necklace on your neck...was he a gift?"

Fang Huai paused.

"No," he said, "he made the stuff in it."

Furry showed a dazed look.

"You will meet again, Fang, trust me," he said.

……

At the time, Fang Huai thought it was a very common blessing, but now that he thinks about it carefully, Furry's expression at that time was so strange.

"It's a misunderstanding." He said.

Furry was full of disbelief, and Song Rongtan also looked at him with somewhat disappointed eyes.

On the stage, the two teams are about to finish shaking hands.

Seeing that the two "male protagonists" still didn't respond, Furry stomped his feet and turned to Song Rongtan, pointing at Fang Huai.

"Hey! Ring! But he wears something you made and gave him on his chest!"

"None of them!!"

The current coach of AR slapped Furry hard on the back and looked at Fang Huai with an apology.

The two teams stepped off the stage from both sides and returned to the lounge.

Everyone in RTG walked ahead in a very sensible way, with Bibabu taking the lead, walking faster one by one.

Fang Huai and Song Rongtan walked together, as if they had deliberately distanced them.

The backstage corridor was brightly lit, and Song Rongtan would secretly glance at him from time to time.

Fang Huai had a headache: "...I said it, he misunderstood."

"But he..." Song Rongtan said.I want to say, but he looks very sincere, not like he can deceive people.

Taking a deep breath, Fang Huai turned to Song Rongtan: "Then do you need me to prove anything to you?"

Song Rong's ears felt hot, and he asked, "Prove... what?"

"Do you prove that you are what he said?" His eyes lit up.

"No." Fang Huai said indifferently, "Prove that I don't like you."

"No, no, no need!" Song Rongtan couldn't stand this kind of threat.

He was quiet for a while, and after returning to the lounge to put away his things, he couldn't help but feel his heart flutter when he looked at Fang Huai's back.

For the first time, Song Rongtan began to suspect...if Fang Huai used it to prevaricate him earlier, that "person he likes" was him.

Or, is it...

Pursing her lips, Song Rongtan still couldn't hold back and moved closer.

"Brother Huai." He whispered, "The person you said you like...is it my vest?"

Fang Huai flipped through the notebook and said coldly, "No."

He didn't usually have the habit of flipping through his notebook in the lounge, but now he opened it uncharacteristically, as if deliberately pretending that he was busy, but his hands turned the pages quickly and regularly.

Song Rongtan saw through it at a glance, and Fang Huai must have missed a single word now.

He blinked, turned around and squatted down behind the small tea table in front of Fang Huai, resting his chin on the glass table top.

Fang Huai didn't even need to raise his head to see his innocent and puzzled eyes.

"But I always feel that these words sound familiar..." Song Rongtan said.

Fang Huai's breath stagnates.

He thought of the little stories Song Rongtan told to fool him the day Song Rongtan got drunk... Could it be the memory coming back?

For the first time, Fang Huai felt that he seemed to have done something to shoot himself in the foot.

"Dreams have everything." He said.

Song Rongtan just smiled with his eyes bent, and then he walked a little bit like a candidate with the answer in his hands and the winning ticket in his hands.

Fang Huai Mingming just walked out of the lounge door normally, when Song Rongtan suddenly appeared. "Brother Huai just went out and looked back at me... Does Brother Huai like me?"

When getting on the bus, Fang Huai took his usual seat in the first row, and Song Rongtan was dispatched to the end of the line by him, so he could only get on the bus after him.

But of course no one would take the seat next to the coach.

So Song Rongtan squeezed over again, his whole body seemed to be emitting warm orange sunlight.

"Brother Huai, save a seat for me!" He said to himself, but turned in Fang Huai's direction, "Does Brother Huai like me..."

Fang Huai tightened his fingers on the armrest.

"...No." He almost said through gritted teeth.

In the end, it was really unbearable, Fang Huai turned his face to the glass window, closed his eyes and prepared to sleep the noisy all the way.

Within two seconds, Song Rongtan came over again.

"Brother Huai can sleep beside me so peacefully... Hehe."

"Does Brother Huai like me?"

Fang Huai couldn't bear it anymore, tilted his head and cursed in a low voice: "Can you shut up?"

Song Rongtan looked at him with innocent and searching eyes.

"There are more than a dozen people in the car...they are all arguing."

As soon as he said this, Fang Huai thought he was being wronged, and was about to let him here to reflect on himself, but he heard Song Rongtan change into a... secretly excited tone.

"But Brother Huai only talks about quarreling with me."

Song Rongtan looked at him: "Brother Huai, do you like... Mmmmmmmm!"

Fang Huai raised his hand and covered his mouth and nose heavily, then got up without warning, left him and walked towards the back seat of the empty bus.

He gritted his teeth.

He knew it would be like this...

Suddenly, the driver slammed on the brakes suddenly, Fang Huai raised his hand but found nothing, and staggered, his whole body fell backwards.

The next second, he leaned into a warm embrace.

The smell of green orange wraps him tightly behind itself, refreshing, but still solid and reliable.

Fang Huai's hand hanging by his side shrank subconsciously.

"Brother Huai, why did you stand up and walk when the car was unstable..." Song Rongtan whispered.

"Still trust me so much, and fall into my arms."

"Brother Huai is happy...poof."

The bus stopped at the crossroads, Fang Huai slapped his hands on his waist, and walked straight to the back row.

Song Rongtan followed behind step by step, and couldn't help laughing.

Fang Huai took a seat by the window, and just as Song Rongtan was about to pass by, Fang Huai suddenly raised his eyes with vigilance.

"No one." Song Rongtan pointed to the seat next to him.

Fang Huai frowned, took out a piece of paper and placed it in the middle, then raised one leg to rest on it.

"Now." He said coldly.

Song Rongtan had no choice but to sit by the window farthest from him.

Fang Huai's ears were finally clean.

Bibabu, who was sitting in the front row, was eager to gossip. He wanted to look behind him several times, but he didn't dare, so he could only listen with his ears shut.

Song Rongtan sat down for a while, but couldn't help it anymore.

"I came back in the third game today...Brother Huai didn't even praise me." He pursed his lips, his voice aggrieved.

Fang Huai paused, but still turned his head to look over, but he didn't meet Song Rongtan's gaze.

The blond-haired young man looked like a big golden retriever dog that had been reprimanded, squatting silently on the side, obviously in a mood, but it was unbearable to watch.

He was facing the glass, half of his face was squeezed against the glass and pouted.

The temperature difference between the inside and outside of the car was too great. Whenever Song Rongtan spoke, the glass around his lips would be covered with a layer of mist, and then when he sniffed, the mist would dissipate again.

Fang Huai unconsciously watched for a long while.

Next to Song Rongtan's ear was full of bitter complaints, but he still restrained his voice, as if he was about to knock out his teeth and swallow his blood, and babbled, only talking to himself.

"I practiced the move that brother Huai taught me before he left for two years..." He whispered sadly, "It took me a long time to practice this move well."

"It's because Brother Huai has always said before that he wants this shot to be fired in the World Championship, even in the professional arena."

"I want to fulfill Brother Huai's wish, so I practice so hard..." The more he said, the more he felt aggrieved, "Otherwise, what am I doing as an assaulter practicing sniper..."

Fang Huai froze for a moment.

"You didn't start training as a professional player until you finished the college entrance examination." He said, "Why do you still remember the technical points I taught you after so long?"

Song Rongtan pursed her lips and was about to speak when Fang Huai asked.

"Did you not study hard in the third year of high school, and you have been thinking about it?"

Song Rongtan: ...

"I didn't!" He tried to explain, "I just remember every word Brother Huai said!"

Fang Huai tilted his head, raised his hand to his lips to cover up his uncontrollable smile, but spoke in a calm and indifferent tone.

"Then why did I scold you this morning?"

Song Rongtan's train of thought was interrupted halfway through the play, and he was really taken aback for a moment.

"Can't tell?" Fang Huai raised his eyebrows.

Turning around, he saw that Song Rongtan seemed to be really thinking seriously.

"Brother Huai... did you scold me this morning?" Song Rongtan raised his head, his puzzled expression did not seem to be fake.

Bibabu, who was sitting in the front row, finally couldn't hold back his mouth, turned around and probed, and said in a disgusted tone.

"The coach scolded you for being too reckless during the morning training, like a dog trying to grab a bone."

As he said that, he gave Song Rongtan a "disappointed!" look.

"I know." Song Rongtan said, but he looked at Fang Huai and blinked.

"...does that count?"

Fang Huai: ...?

Bibabu was shocked: "Huh?!"

Da Zhong and Ah Mai, who seemed to be talking but were secretly listening to the "contradictory play" of the two people in the back row, also hissed softly.

There was a moment of silence in the car.

Could it be that Song Rongtan, the dogbi, purposely said that to himself in front of the coach! !

Bibabu turned his eyes, deeply convinced, slapped his thigh and immediately opened his mouth to shout.

"Song Dog!!"

Unexpectedly, Song Rongtan's expression would change immediately in the next second.

"Who are you scolding?" He clicked his tongue and said, "I wanted to say it before today's game, Bubble Gum, is your skin itchy recently, and you owe it to garbage sorting?"

Bibabu couldn't believe it: "Damn, you said it yourself!"

"The coach didn't scold you, I just scolded you?!" He complained loudly.

Song Rongtan frowned: "Do you have a problem?"

"Can Brother Huai's dog mean the same thing as your dog?"

Fang Huai looked strange for a moment, and just about to speak, he saw that the roots of Song Rongtan's ears seemed to be turning red gradually.

The moment Song Rongtan met his gaze, he fled to another direction in a broken army.

The charming|ambiguous dream he had one night before...

Fang Huai rested on his pillow, and the coffee with milk was dissolved in a strong green orange flavor, creating an intoxicating and intoxicating taste, which aroused people's imagination.

"Don't bite." Fang Huai's voice was almost breathless, but still had a cold aftertaste.

"Are you a dog?"

……

Song Rongtan subconsciously raised his hand and wiped the bottom of his nose.

In fact, he couldn't tell whether this sentence was his imagination, or Fang Huai really said it on a night when his brain was controlled by alcohol.

Once thinking that it might be the latter, Song Rongtan felt that he was about to lose control.

He pressed his tongue under the canine teeth and bit it restrainedly. It hurt slightly, but it woke him up.

But at this time, Fang Huai, who was sitting on both sides of the carriage with him, spoke with a faint smile.

"Xiao Song Gougou?"

Song Rongtan's breathing was stagnant, and he felt blood rushing up and down at the same time.

He banged his head hard on the back of the empty seat in front.

Fang Huai's chuckle came from beside his ear.

Song Rongtan lowered his head, out of the corner of his eyes, Fang Huai's ankle and shoe toe were only one seat away from him.

Fang Huai was probably in a lighthearted mood because he was teasing him, and rarely tapped his toes twice as if to beat the beat.

During games, Fang Huai always wears a shirt, trousers and leather shoes. For him, the four seasons are just the difference between whether he wears a jacket or not.

Cotton dark gray socks extend from the leather reflective shoe edge, and poke into the loose trouser legs that no one can peep in.

A slender, strong hand landed on the seat in the middle.

Song Rongtan stretched out his hand.

He stretched out his hand almost irrationally, but he was as quiet as a hunter with only reason left.

Fang Huai sensed his approach.

"The soles of the shoes are dirty, don't rub them on them." He said softly, and then he was about to take back his legs that were placed on them to keep the distance between the two of them.

In the next second, the feeling of being restrained came from the slightly cool ankle.

The scorching palm almost touched the hem of his socks, but the slightly cool fingertips directly rested on the deeper, more undefended skin.

Buckle it tight.

He no longer has the chance to back off.