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

Fang Huai opened his mouth, but didn't dare to say "let go".

The bus started to drive again. If he lowered his voice, he would be drowned in the noise of the engine, but if he made it louder, he would be heard by the team members not far away.

No matter how you look at it, this sentence is a bit abrupt.

And his feet were on the middle seat in the back row - whoever looked back along the aisle of the bus could see the scene of their well-behaved captain clasping the coach's ankle.

Fang Huai closed his eyes.

"Song Rongtan." He tried to use his usual voice and tone, "Sit down here."

Song Rongtan lowered his head, but raised the corner of his mouth.

"The coach didn't let me pass just now." He said lightly.

However, in fact, his fingers that were slightly cold at the moment were so tense that they became stiff and hot.

Fang Huai gritted his teeth.

"come over."

Song Rongtan chuckled, retracted his fingers, Fang Huai lowered his legs almost as if fleeing, Song Rongtan sat over, and did not forget to roll up the tissue that Fang Huai had put on his feet earlier.

Sitting in the front row, Bibabu didn't know what happened in the back row, but heard the conversation behind him, and said with great interest.

"Song Rongtan, look at you! You are no different from a dog!"

Song Rongtan snorted lightly and ignored him.

"Brother Huai, what kind of dog do you like?" He asked.

"What are you doing?" Fang Huai's voice tensed.

Song Rongtan's tone was full of interest: "Let's raise one at the base."

Fang Huai's eyes lit up slightly.

"Keeping dogs in the base will be more chaotic." He thought for a while and said, "In case there is someone in the staff who is afraid of dogs."

Song Rongtan said: "Then why don't you bring Ah Yuan here for a stroll after you return to China?"

He paused, and added: "I said my dog, Yuan."

Fang Huai laughed.

But he was really moved... He gradually found that he seemed unable to resist covering the fluffy and warm creatures.

Bibabu asked Dazhong in a low voice: "The captain is talking about his silly golden retriever?"

Da Zhong nodded: "It should be."

"Why don't you just raise a Bianmu...isn't it smart?" Bibabu rubbed his chin, "What if I raise a Bianmu and can still play games."

The manager smiled and said, "Did someone ask you?"

Bibabu was instantly ashamed.

Behind him came the voice of Song Rongtan sharing his own dog video to Fang Huai. Bibabu was greedy, but he didn't dare to say it, so he could only open a cloud dog video with hatred.

The schedule of the World Championship has come to an end. After the two four-in-two games, the finals between RTG and GG will be held on the third day.

The afternoon of the second day was the single match day of the World Championship.

Most of the time for a single match is between 10 and [-] minutes per round. In the battle royale mode, there are five rounds in total. The number of heads and the rank of the small round will be converted into points, and the player with the highest points will win the championship.

Just after lunch and taking a nap, everyone from RTG came to the venue.

The venue for the individual competition is not the same as the team competition. The competition stage is big enough, but the backstage lounge is a bit shabby, and only two teams can share one room.

Song Rongtan opened the door and saw Zhao Zichu with a stinky face.

GR narrowly lost to the favorite GG in the [-]-to-[-] game-falling in the same position as last year.

Last year, GR was the No. [-] seed in the domestic competition, but GG made a mistake in the domestic competition and was kicked to the No. [-] seed by the XXL team.

The two teams also met in Group A. GG beat GR 3:1.

This year, with a 3:0 crushing trend, everyone in GR was severely hit to the ground.

"This is the competition area that Fang must go back to?"

When shaking hands, Quan Shangtai looked at Zhao Zichu with hanging eyes.

"...It's really boring and bad." He said grimly, "Same as Square."

If it wasn't for his teammate's quick grasp of Zhao Zichu's arm, he would have ruined his career with one punch.

Quan Shangtai showed him a regretful expression.Apparently, they deliberately set him off just now, trying to lure him into touching the high-tension line.

Zhao Zichu who calmed down had nothing to do.

He hoped to give Quan Shangtai a little color in this game.

"I want to break the record!"

He suddenly heard Song Rongtan's voice not far away, and when he looked up, he saw the blond young man standing in front of Fang Huai like a silly dog, setting up a military order.

"My record in the World Championship is higher than that in China," Fang Huai said.

"I know." Song Rongtan nodded, "But what does that have to do with my attempt to break the record?"

Zhao Zichu gritted his teeth.

"Song Rongtan!" he shouted.

Song Rongtan turned his head when he heard the sound, showing a puzzled and impatient expression, almost writing "let the fart go" on his face.

"Don't you care about that idiot Quan Shangtai?" Zhao Zichu said, "He gave us the competition area and coach Fang, and he didn't bring enough rhythm?"

Song Rongtan looked at him for two seconds, turned around, and suddenly said seriously: "So?"

Zhao Zichu couldn't believe it: "You didn't respond?!"

"How do you react?" Song Rongtan said, "Don't tell me you plan to snipe him alone in the singles match."

Zhao Zichu frowned and didn't speak, but he obviously acquiesced.

"Does it make sense?" Song Rongtan asked him back.

"Let him not get a place in the singles competition." Zhao Zichu was firm.

Song Rongtan slightly raised his eyebrows: "He wouldn't have won the first place."

"Because I am here."

What he said was arrogant, but did anyone want to refute it.

Song Rongtan had the capital and confidence to say this.

Zhao Zichu froze for a moment, and the previous anger seemed to be quenched by a bucket of cold water.

He calms down.

"Just hit yourself well." Song Rongtan smiled, with cunning in his eyes.

"Don't you think it would be more beneficial for us if we were to take the top three or even the top five in our division than simply not letting Quan Shangtae get the ranking?"

Zhao Zichu shook the hand hanging by his side.

"First." Fang Huai spoke suddenly, his voice as ice and snow completely sealed the anxiety in Zhao Zichu's heart.

"E-sports players have a limited career, and the number of times they can reach the world championship is even more limited."

He looked at Zhao Zichu, his eyes were as quiet as frozen ground for thousands of years.

"Don't hand over such a precious opportunity to impulsive hands."

Fang Huai spoke to Zhao Zichu, but it seemed that he was talking about his past.

That's all he said.

After a long time, Zhao Zichu's voice sounded: "...Thank you, senior."

Fang Huai nodded slightly.

"Why didn't he thank me..." Song Rongtan leaned against Fang Huai, pursing his lips.

"Then you go ask him." Fang Huai said flatly.

Song Rongtan gave a disdainful "cut".

"It's pretty cool now." Fang Huai glanced at him and said, "Just don't come down with red eyes for a while."

He didn't lower his voice when he said this, and the lounge was still relatively quiet, and the phrase "eyes are red" clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

All the eyes in the room fell on Song Rongtan.

There are disbelief, sudden realization, and "Is this the annihilation of human nature or the loss of morality".

"Brother Huai..." Song Rongtan gritted his teeth.

Fang Huai said lightly, "What?"

Song Rongtan was discouraged: "...It's okay."

After 10 minutes, the contestants came to the stage.

When the seats in the lounge became vacant, Fang Huai found a seat farthest from the crowd and sat down. The official RTG five-player single-person perspective shot was fixed on the ipad.

After one season, the members of RTG have made great progress in both basic skills and tactical thinking.

Fang Huai remembered that when he first arrived at RTG, Bibabu looked at his devil training schedule and stumbled and asked, "Coach, what is your passing standard?"

His reply at the time was, top ten in the world.

Today is the time for the five of them to individually accept the sweat of this entire season.

The GR coach in the same room let out a long breath: "Oh... really. I am more nervous than them."

The RTG manager answered with a smile: "Who says it's not."

The conversation between the two is very similar to the parents who send their children to the examination room for the college entrance examination.

"They are better than me." Coach GR said, "I have never been so successful in the World Championships when I was playing."

GR coach is two years older than Fang Yaoming. In his era, the e-sports career in the domestic competition was in a downturn.

Two years after he retired, CRC was born out of nowhere, entered the World Championship like a dark horse, and stepped on all three champion teams.

"Coach Fang." Coach GR suddenly turned his head to look at Fang Huai, and asked, "Do you have the feeling of being slapped to death on the beach by the waves?"

He himself felt a slip of the tongue after asking.

Sure enough, Fang Huai said lightly: "It's okay."

Coach GR wiped the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead.

That's right, even if RTG won the world championship this year, and Ring also won the singles championship, this level is actually not overwhelming Fang Huai, the "front wave".

This is probably the light of genius.

The RTG manager smiled: "Hey, we are all a family! What do you say about playing waves and not playing waves?"

Fang Huai smiled lightly and did not refute.

Three hours later, the singles competition came to an end.

In the first four rounds, Song Rongtan won No.1 in three rounds. The only round where he didn't get No. [-] was when only five players were left alive. Shangtai's chance, Quan Shangtai's economic development in that game was exceptionally good, and his chances of winning were great.

In the end, after Song Rongtan sent Quan Shangtai back to the west in one shuttle, he was exposed to the sight of another person, and was suddenly killed by the sprayer, but he also got the fourth place, and because of the number of kills, he was the best. The point gap between No.2 and No.[-] has not decreased but increased.

It was Zhao Zichu who won the first place in that round.

The two of them fought each other all the way down the stage. Zhao Zichu said that Song Rongtan told him to calm down, and that he rushed faster and recklessly than anyone else. Know where to play in the mud.

Because of the No.1 in this round, Zhao Zichu surpassed Quan Shangtai in points and ranked second.

Song Rongtan is firmly in the first place - as long as he doesn't drop below the top ten in this round, or doesn't even reach five kills, his single player championship is almost guaranteed.

The final round of the solo competition was Song Rongtan's last chance to break the kill record.

And Fang Huai's record is - 30.

It's a terrifying number, two more than his domestic record, and one more than Song Rongtan's new record.

Song Rongtan's first half round can be regarded as the smoothest in today's round. He deliberately rushed into the buildings where the enemies gathered all the way, and almost no one survived wherever he went.

At the 30th minute of the game, the number of people remaining on the field dropped by one more—only 3 people left.

The final circle slowly shrunk, and finally landed on a terrain that was very similar to the crystal cliff map of the single player competition.

Song Rongtan's position is very good for Gou No.1. He stands on the high ground on the edge of the final circle, that is, the top of the crystal cliff. His back is cut off by the final circle. Worried about being raided after being circled.

But for Song Rongtan, who had already reached 29 kills at this time, it was not a very good position.

His No.1 throne has been firmly established, but if he wants to take a step forward and break Fang Huai's record of 30 kills, he must personally kill the only two remaining enemies.

The two remaining players at the bottom of the cliff are Zhao Zichu and Bibabu.

On the commentary stage, the commentary from the domestic division was already excited: "This is a civil war in our own division! On the stage of the World Championship! Ring, First, and BIBABO! The three players persevered to the end!"

"BIBABO and First are at the bottom of the cliff! First's gun has been aimed at BIBABO!"

[RTG-Ring kills RTG-BIBABO with AW|P]

"Ring strikes first!! Assaulter set up his sniper rifle and took this man's head!!"

"30 kills! Ring! Has stepped on the record set by his coach - Square!!"

"Can it be broken! Can it be!"

Song Rongtan put away his gun and stood up immediately after firing a shot.

There are limited transferable positions on the cliff. After he snatched Bibabu's head with a single shot, his position was completely exposed within Zhao Zichu's scouting range. Before that, he would be shot in the head by Zhao Zichu.

Zhao Zichu was not good enough to make mistakes in this kind of fixed-point sniping.

So Song Rongtan had only one choice - to seal the smoke from the front, and then jump off the cliff from the side.

"Ring took out the smoke bomb from his backpack, what is he going to do!" said the commentator, "Does he want to look for First's traces from the side? But the side doesn't have the conditions for sniping!"

"The trapped beast is still fighting! Ring could have waited for the two at the bottom of the cliff to decide the winner, and then come back with the oriole in the back, holding him as No.1. But he chose a more difficult path!"

In the waiting room, Coach GR clenched his fists: "First...focus, snipe him, snipe him!"

"No." Fang Huai said softly.

"He can't catch it."

Coach GR was stunned for a moment.

The situation on the field changed suddenly.

Song Rongtan threw the smoke|fog bomb towards the edge of the cliff in front, almost at the same time as the smoke puffed out, there was the sound of bullets bouncing off the rock wall.

It's now!

Song Rongtan sprinted to the side cliff where the sound of the ion bombs was closer, held the gun, and fell down without hesitation.

"Ring jumped off a cliff!!" The voice of the commentary almost changed its tone.

In front of the screen, Song Rongtan almost held his breath.

There are falling objects on the cliffs passing by in front of his eyes, but he only stares at the distance.

He caught a darker point in the cluster of crystals.

is the enemy.

But he has no time to distinguish which is the real enemy and which is the phantom reflected in the crystal cluster.

Just before falling to the ground, Song Rongtan opened the mirror and clicked the trigger.

[Fall damage kills RTG-Ring]

The screen suddenly turned gray, and the silver [2] appeared in the middle.

Song Rongtan closed his eyes and let out a long breath.

He took off his earphones and looked at the big screen. The director had already brought up the kill record of a single player in a single game—Ring's name was written word by word next to Square's name, which was originally ranked number one.

[NO.1Square/Ring]

Song Rongtan smiled lightly.

"Dog! You can! Cow!!" Bibabu, who was seated closest to him, pushed away the keyboard and rushed over. The two brothers patted him on the back and asked in a low voice.

"You didn't fucking do it on purpose, did you? The one who killed Zhao Zichu in the end."

Song Rongtan gave him a white look: "I dare? I dare to send a shot like that. Your coach can give me a shot first."

Bibabu was skeptical: "...Really? I was wondering how you could be so romantic."

Song Rongtan sighed: "Really not."

"Ring player, follow me here to prepare for the post-match interview!" the staff said.

Song Rongtan turned around and picked up the team uniform on the back of the chair, draped it over his shoulders, and stood on the interview booth.

"Ring player! First of all, congratulations on winning the World Singles Championship and tying Square's four-year record for single-player kills!"

Song Rongtan lowered her eyes and smiled lightly: "My honor."

[Good guy, good guy, why are you so talkative today, Gouzi! ]

[I heard that Song Rongtan and Coach Fang were in a foreign relationship before? ! ]

[Grass, you also believe the gossip made up by marketing numbers hhhh]

"Ring player, in fact, I can see from the replay just now that your last shot is actually very difficult to accurately distinguish between the real person and the phantom of First player. In fact, this shot is more about luck. ?"

Song Rongtan shrugged and said, "A 50% chance is better than 0%."

"Then you didn't hit the gun, do you feel sorry?"

"No regrets." Song Rongtan hardly hesitated.

"Everything that depends on luck, if you don't get it in the end, you can't say it's a pity. Because this itself is beyond my control." Song Rongtan said, "However, I made a small mistake at the beginning of the fifth round. Lost a head."

"That's a real pity."

The host laughed and said, "Ring's mentality is very good."

"I think it's God who gave me and Brother Huai... the chance to stand side by side." He pursed his lips and said.

The host nodded: "Indeed, it's not easy."

Song Rongtan suddenly raised his eyebrows lightly, as if looking at someone through the lens, and spoke slowly.

"But what I want is more than these."

The author has something to say:

Playing the finals tomorrow, I want to let you guys watch halfway through the finals... I will work hard, work hard.

(Riding the small tricycle that recovered the nutrient solution, full of hints, talking back and forth in circles)

I'm finishing up recently, and I'll come back to catch bugs when it's over!Thank you little bug catchers.