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

Before the camera arm turned to the back, Song Rongtan backed away slightly and put Fang Huai back on the ground.

Fang Huai only felt that the skin on the back of his neck that was hidden under his shirt was hot, but he didn't dare to raise his hand to touch it.

He was just about to say something, but the host had already asked them to stand in a row in the middle and accept the interview.

As the team leader, Song Rongtan should stand at the front of the line, so Fang Huai turned around and walked to the end of the line farthest from the host.

As soon as he stood firmly on his front foot, Song Rongtan followed him on his back foot.

"Stand where you should stand." Fang Huai didn't give him half a look, but just spoke with some coldness.

There was no radio equipment near the two of them, Song Rongtan seemed a little confident.

He smiled and said, "When will Brother Huai send me my grades?"

Fang Huai's voice was calm: "You are still on stage now, is it appropriate for you to ask these questions?"

"What's inappropriate?" Song Rongtan blinked innocently, "Isn't this as appropriate as standing on the stage holding a trophy?"

Fang Huai turned his head and gave him a sideways glance, but met Song Rongtan's eyes that fell somewhere on his chest.

The shirt on the chest is flat, but if you look closely, you can still see a little raised mark.

—that's where his glass pendant is hidden.

Fang Huai subconsciously felt a little uncomfortable.

"I'm going to ask you soon." He could only remind him.

Song Rongtan heard what he meant, and obediently looked away, but still asked in a low voice.

"Brother Huai won't renege on his debt, will he?"

Fang Huai was silent for two seconds: "...to interview you."

Before Song Rongtan could say a few more words, the microphone was handed over to him.

"Congratulations to our Ring God, who led the team to the world championship in the first year and won the double championship of the individual competition and the team competition!" The host smiled and said, "What about our other questions, during the interview with the champion of the individual competition It’s almost enough to ask, how about some more personal questions now?”

Song Rongtan raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard the words: "I want to ask first, but I may not be able to answer it. There are some questions... Our coach may not allow me to answer."

Fang Huai was blamed for such a big blame for no reason, but he still looked calm, just raised his hand and pushed his glasses, with an indifferent attitude.

On the contrary, it made people wonder if Song Rongtan was talking nonsense.

The host looked amused, but still asked the questions set in advance on the card in his hand.

"God Ring, after winning the championship, what do you want to do the most?" The host paused and smiled slyly, "Shouldn't the coach take care of this issue?"

Song Rongtan laughed: "...Unfortunately, I really manage it."

The host showed a look of great interest.

Fang Huai cleared his throat, as if to remind, but also as a threat, telling Song Rongtan to restrain himself when answering.

Song Rongtan thought about it for a while and said sincerely, "The thing I want to do the most...I want to ask our coach for a gift. I promised to give it to me before."

Hearing this, the host showed some surprise: "It can be seen that the relationship between Coach Fang and our RTG players is really very good."

"Let me declare that this gift has nothing to do with them." Song Rongtan smiled with his eyes bent, and immediately broke the stage.

The host opened his eyes wide and asked, "Aren't the gifts given to other team members?"

Fang Huai took the microphone in Song Rongtan's hand, and the two spoke almost simultaneously.

"Yes." Fang Huai said.

"No!" was Song Rongtan's answer, "...Ah?!"

He turned to look at Fang Huai in shock.

Fang Huai still had that indifferent expression, and didn't intend to explain anything to him at all.

"Ahem!!" Bibabu deliberately cleared his throat loudly, rolled his eyes, took away the microphones of the two, and said repeatedly: "Don't dare, dare not!"

The audience burst into laughter.

"No..." Song Rongtan had just finished speaking, when the microphone swung past his eyes, and Fang Huai directly took the microphone from Bibabu - without giving him a chance to speak again.

Song Rongtan could only wait for the host to ask Fang Huai some leisure and entertainment questions.

But obviously, facing Fang Huai who seldom appeared in the interview booth, the competition team obviously had something more to ask.

"The next question, I think it is really suitable as the closing question of our interview today." The smile on the host's face restrained a little, he looked at Fang Huai intently, and asked.

"Coach Fang, GG is the first team you have coached since you started your coaching career, so what do you want to tell them about today's game?"

[woc asked this question. ]

[It's really suitable to end... Either it's hello, I'm good, everyone, live in peace, friendship first; or it's... let's talk harshly. ]

[It seems that I haven't heard Coach Fang speak harshly. ]

[He rarely accepts interviews, even when he was a player. ]

[To be honest, GG's pre-match trash talk was a little too much, even though we won the championship, we were beaten in the face.But I still don't really want to hear... whitewashing. ]

[Of course what e-sports wants is to do it! !What are you talking about? ! ]

[Hey, this question should be left to Ring, he's getting old. ]

[Have a lot of stabbing experience, right? hhhhhh]

However, they didn't know that the king of thorns they were talking about had personally certified the reason why he became what he is now...

They have a large part of the responsibility for the "precepts and deeds" of their coaches when they were young.

In the camera, Fang Huai raised his eyebrows slightly with a cold expression.

He was like an ice sculpture with the words "Don't get close to strangers", just his eyes revealed a cold aggressiveness.

"I have seen what GG has done recently." He said, "I have only one sentence for this."

"I have the ability to bring you to the championship, and I can also easily keep you under the highest podium forever."

The barrage was empty for a moment.

[I rely on! !ox! ! ! ]

[Fuck it, people who usually don't speak are the most aggressive. ]

[Ah, ah, Coach Fang scolded me! ]

[? ? ?Something strange got mixed in. ]

[Damn so handsome! ! ]

[Step on!exist!foot!Down! ]

The host looked surprised for a moment, and then turned into admiration and admiration.

Probably only he dared to say that—and only he was worthy of saying it.

"Thank you for your cooperation in RTG. Congratulations again for winning this year's championship!" The host smiled and said, "Please cheer next time!"

"Time and applause—it's all yours!"

Amidst the cheers from the audience, the passionate and shocking theme song suddenly sounded, and everyone in RTG stepped on the golden steps paved with decorations, and returned with the trophy in glory.

As soon as he walked around the back of the stage, Bibabu's remaining rationality on the stage collapsed, like a primary school student who had just finished school, chirping and clamoring to hold the trophy.

"You can hug him when you get back!" The manager quickly stopped him, "Go back and lay a carpet on the floor for you. You can hug him however you want."

"How could I have dropped the trophy!!" Bibabu complained loudly, "That's my baby, that's my wife!"

"...Good guy." Da Zhong was shocked by his metaphor.

Several RTG members quarreled in front of the team around the manager holding the trophy. Fang Huai and Song Rongtan fell at the end of the team, looking like they had been peaceful for a long time.

However, Fang Huai's experience at the moment is no better than that of the manager.

Song Rongtan's voice was not too loud, but it was persistently whispering in his ears.

"Grade, grade..." If a person had a tail, Song Rongtan's must have turned into a propeller by now.

Fang Huai stared straight ahead, as if turning a deaf ear, but suddenly quickened his pace.

The back, which had always been cold and calm, seemed to be running away at this moment.

Song Rongtan looked at him, couldn't help but chuckled, then caught up with him and raised his hand, hanging stickily on Fang Huai's body.

"What are you doing?" Fang Huai's muscles stiffened in an instant. He was too flustered. Song Rongtan buried his head on his shoulder, suppressing his untimely smile.

"Take your trophy." Fang Huai moved his shoulders and shook off his arm, and said, "It's the captain who gets the trophy. Why did Young Master Song ask the manager to do it for him?"

Song Rongtan pretended to be wronged, and leaned over again: "I want to take my trophy."

Fang Huai stretched out his hand again to block his approach.

"There are follow-up shots," he said.

"We passed a corner just now, and there was no follower." Song Rongtan said seriously, "Then shall we go there?"

Fang Huai staggered.

Song Rongtan quickly stretched out his hand to help, and his voice was full of smiles: "Brother Huai."

"You're so nervous."

"Why am I nervous?" Fang Huai subconsciously retorted, "It's not my grade."

"Candidates' grades are linked to teacher's performance?" Song Rongtan thought for a while.

Fang Huai suddenly stopped without warning, and turned to look at Song Rongtan.

"Can you wait any longer..."

"No." Song Rongtan interrupted him for the first time, but after the strong tone, he pursed his lips again, "I'm in a hurry."

Fang Huai clenched and loosened the hands hanging by his side, his voice was a little stiff: "...then you are in a hurry."

"Coach Fang! Could you please come here?" The manager in front of the team suddenly called out.

Fang Huai quickly walked over as if he was saved.

Fang Huai felt his heartbeat returned to normal when the blond young man staring at him like a bulldog was gone.

The moment Song Rongtan stood in front of the championship trophy, it seemed that Song Rongtan had been unshackled... a beast, and it was no longer the usual way of advancing and retreating.

And he seemed to be suffering from a disease called "Song Rongtan Allergy", and he couldn't help feeling flustered.

It seemed that there was an instinct telling him to run away.

But another force held him in place.

The two emotions seemed to be wrestling, and Fang Huai suddenly didn't know how to say this.

Before he got the trophy, he never had the slightest thought to think about how to give Song Rongtan this result.

Naturally, he developed an attitude of wanting to escape—the person who took the exam seemed to have become him, and he was still the kind of person who just crouches when the exam comes.

Fang Huai let out a long breath, suppressed some confused thoughts, and concentrated on discussing the content of work with the manager.

However, what should come will always come. After Fang Huai got on the bus, there was no work to distract him.

The RTG team went back to the hotel first, and the manager joked that they still had to "dress up".

"I won't get out of the car, I don't need to change clothes." Fang Huai said, sitting on the seat motionless, but clenched his hands hidden under the down jacket.

"Go!" said the manager, "It's okay to wash your face, I'll go back and tidy up too, and this car has already completed its mission—we'll make a limousine for the celebration banquet later!"

Fang Huai no longer had any reason to refuse, and amidst Song Rongtan's smile, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and get on the elevator.

When he reached the door, he stopped.

"I won't go in." Fang Huai said, his voice a little dry.

The sound of the correct room card sounded, and Song Rongtan pushed the door open.

"What is Brother Huai nervous about?" He bent his eyes and smiled cutely.

"It's stuffy in the room." Fang Huai casually found an excuse, "I'll wait below—"

Before he could finish speaking, Song Rongtan grabbed his arm and pulled him in.

Fang Huai's mind went blank for a moment, and what happened in this dark corner yesterday flooded into his mind like a flood.

Song Rongtan just pulled him in, then let go and turned around to change clothes.

The RTG gang, whose average age is only 20 years old, clamored before they came to the UK that they must wear suits at the celebration banquet, and Bibabu even asked for styling.

"Brother Huai, you should wear that overcoat of yours." Song Rongtan said in a normal tone, as if he was really just serving as an adviser to Fang Huai.

Fang Huai pursed his lips and walked over.

But just in time, Song Rongtan took off the sweater under the team uniform.

The waist is smooth and covered with a layer of beautiful muscles, just like he said-with abs.

Fang Huai suddenly looked away.

Song Rongtan's uncontrollable chuckle came from behind.

"Change quickly." Fang Huai said.

"Brother Huai, I don't know how to wear a tie." After a while, Song Rongtan suddenly said.

"Then don't fight." Fang Huai didn't show mercy.

"I brought the tie with me." Song Rongtan pouted.

There was some aggrieved voice in his voice, Fang Huaiming knew that he was pretending and most of the acting was done, but he couldn't help turning his head back.

"...Bring it." He stretched out his hand.

Song Rongtan happily handed over the tie and sat down on the bed.

Fang Huai glanced at him.

"It's convenient." Song Rongtan said innocently, "Brother Huai is tired when I stand with my neck up."

"You thought you were two meters tall?" Fang Huai laughed, but still in this posture, he put his tie under Song Rongtan's shirt collar.

He suddenly had the illusion of putting a collar on the dog.

There was a pause in the hands.

"Brother Huai?" Song Rongtan slightly tilted his head to look at him.

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Fang Huai suddenly raised his hand and covered Song Rongtan's eyes.