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

[I... rely on...]

[Brothers, this wave of truth really shocked me...]

[Wait a minute?Did this "Brother Huai Wo Di Superman" even drive a voice changer... claiming that he is "Huai"'s girlfriend...? ]

[...Damn it, are all you straight guys acting so wild? ]

[Family, I’m a little disillusioned now, I’ve been ranked by these two IDs, fuck it, now you tell me this is the Ring God...? ? ! ! ]

[Come on, everyone, let me give you an inventory of what this "Brother Huai I'm Superman" has done]

[The one who acted like a baby, acted cute, turned on a voice changer, called himself Fang Huai's girlfriend, and turned on a voice changer with his mother, who is more coquettish than Bubba. ]

[Grass!I looked around with a smile on my face. ]

On the stage, Fang Huai let out a long breath, and he asked Miss Guanbo who was acting as the host: "Is this process over?"

Miss Guanbo, who had no professional training at all, clutched her stomach, couldn't straighten her waist from laughter, and said firmly: "Yes, it's ok... Hahaha... Thank you, Ring God, Coach Fang, and teammates. "

The staff of the Propaganda Department of the audio console immediately played the farewell song, and everyone laughed.

Miss Guanbo also took this opportunity to slow down, tidied up her hairstyle, and said seriously: "The next thing we are looking forward to is the lottery draw—"

Fang Huai almost carried Song Rongtan's collar into the dark audience.

"Ah... are you going back to the hotel?" Song Rongtan asked with a confused expression.

"Don't act with me here." Fang Huai's face was cold.

Song Rongtan raised his hand to touch his nose, and immediately stood up straight, not as drunk as before.

"I really didn't pretend just now." Before Fang Huai could speak, he raised his hand in a gesture of surrender, "I just seemed to be really on top."

"It's up to you." Fang Huai said, "Anyway, I'm not the one being laughed at."

Song Rongtan heard the words, and leaned over flatteringly: "Brother Huai loves me?"

"Can you stop guessing?"

"Understood, Brother Huai loves me dearly."

Fang Huai kept his mouth shut, not wanting to talk to this blunt guy anymore.

"God Ring—" Not far away, a small substitute from the XXL team came over, "God Ring, can you sign me?"

"You're busy." Fang Huai said, "I'll go find the Fang team."

"Hey——" Song Rongtan raised his hand, but still couldn't stop him, looking at Fang Huai's back thoughtfully.

Fang Huai quickly found Fang Yaoming who was standing by.

"Squad." He greeted.

Fang Yaoming turned his head to see him, and was a little surprised: "Why aren't you with Xiao Song?"

Fang Huai paused: "He signed autographs for someone."

"Hahaha." Fang Yaoming laughed loudly, "Compared to you back then... Xiao Song is not inferior."

Fang Huai smiled lightly: "He is excellent."

"More than that." Fang Yaoming raised his finger and shook it seriously, with a rare gossip.

Fang Huai saw what he meant at a glance, raised his hand and pushed his eyes, but didn't know how to answer.

"Forget it, forget it, let's not talk about this... I haven't congratulated you for winning the championship." Fang Yaoming smiled, "How about it, how do you think about the comeback?"

"Probably not something I can decide now." Fang Huai shook his head and said, "I can only say... If the resumption of training is good, then I may choose to try for another year."

"It will be fine." Fang Yaoming said, "You have a good partner, don't you?"

Fang Huai coughed uncomfortably.

Fang Yaoming really wanted to gossip, so the topic changed back: "What's the situation with you two now?"

"Fang team..." Fang Huai raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brow, feeling a little helpless.

Fang Yaoming's smile narrowed a little: "I'm waiting for you at the back."

Fang Huai subconsciously wanted to turn around, but restrained himself before he moved.

The existence of the chest pendant was particularly clear, and he raised his hand and pressed it lightly.

"Xiao Fang, do you know what it looks like when we two are hesitating here?" Fang Yaoming said suddenly.

"...What?" Fang Huai asked.

Fang Yaoming raised his hand in a gesture of whispering, and whispered, "Like...the father and son the night before the wedding."

"And now you're a little premarital phobia...poof."

Fang Huai's expression changed from doubt to complicated.

Fang Huai swears that he has always respected Fang Yaoming as a senior—but at this moment, it is indeed the first time that he sincerely wants to fight him.

Fang Yaoming was keenly aware of the look in his eyes that wanted to kill someone, and immediately expressed his surrender.

"Actually, I think, Xiao Fang, you don't need to think too much about falling in love...a heavy responsibility."

Fang Yaoming opened his mouth, but with a scumbag tone that has experienced thousands of sails: "If you like it, get along with it, if you don't like it, it's such a simple matter."

Fang Huai laughed and said, "Why do you have no place in that team?"

Fang Yaoming:?

"There were quite a few people chasing the team back then... Didn't you meet someone you liked?" Fang Huai said imitating Fang Yaoming's tone of questioning him just now.

Fang Yaoming, who has been single for 27 years, shut his mouth in embarrassment. After thinking for a while, he opened his mouth again: "Then tell me about the two of you now..."

"I have no way to deal with this matter so easily." Fang Huai paused for a while before tentatively saying, "He said he wanted to be mine..."

He wanted to convey Song Rongtan's sentence "If I am your first, then I also want to be your last." to Fang Yaoming in a simpler way, but the other party suddenly rushed to answer.

"Stop talking, I know, husband?" Fang Yaoming said in a very understanding tone.

Fang Huai's opened mouth slowly closed, and he gave Fang Yaoming a look of "how do you know so much?"

Seeing the obviously complicated expression of the younger generation in front of him, Fang Yaoming was suddenly at a loss for words.

However, he suddenly felt relieved.

In the past year, Fang Huai has obviously become more lively—compared to the past two years, when he was really happy and turned into an ice jade statue without emotion.

At the age of 18, Fang Huai was still a teenager, and he didn't look like he refused to be thousands of miles away. At most, he was a little cold and slow, but he was still a prickly teenager in essence.

It's just that what happened later smoothed his edges and corners. When he fell ill, he gradually couldn't find his past self again.

But recently, during the conversation with Fang Huai, Fang Yaoming even occasionally heard his jokes.

Fang Huai made a phone call with him, and Song Rongtan never showed up.

Sometimes it's related to his training, sometimes it's some trivial things in life... Maybe Fang Huai didn't realize it himself, whenever he mentioned him, he must have a smiling tone.

As if this was the only window through which he felt happiness.

It was only later that Fang Yaoming discovered that this was not the only one.

But the first one.

……

Thinking of this, Fang Yaoming suddenly showed a gratified smile.

"Tell me, what did you want to say just now?" He asked, "Your brother, I will give you a good answer today..."

Suddenly, he seemed to be attracted by something on the stage, and his eyes lit up.

"Wait, Xiao Fang, let's talk later." Fang Yaoming stared at the screen almost intently.

Miss Guanbo's voice was sweet and authentic: "The rules of our lottery session have been announced. Next, we will directly draw all our awards for today!"

"Who will win the final prize—"

Fang Huai also turned his head away.

He accidentally ran into Song Rongtan not far away looking at him.

He stared at Fang Huai almost intently.

The lottery draw on the stage was going on, and everyone's eyes were focused on the host.

The prize that everyone was looking forward to was a newly released sports car, and the price was quite a fortune even for a rich young man like Song Rongtan.

In addition to sports cars, there are ten thousand yuan in cash, mobile phones and computers, high-end peripherals... almost all the favorites of everyone present.

However, Song Rongtan didn't intend to pay attention to the stage at all.

All eyes flowed to the brightest place in the center of the stage, only his sight came against the current.

Fang Huai stood alone in a dimly lit place, looking at him across the crowd.

Song Rongtan told him earlier that he hoped to be his last one. When Fang Huai heard it, his first reaction was a little flustered.

He didn't know if he could live up to that expectation - he wasn't a very likable guy.

So he hesitated, hesitated, and procrastinated.

He thought, maybe Song Rongtan would give up at some point.

But what responded to him was always following firmly behind him.

No matter how many times Fang Huai left him on the spot, how many times he turned around and still met his gaze.

Maybe it was waiting obediently in the same place, or maybe it was chasing after him in the direction.

It's not that no one has shown an attitude of pursuit to Fang Huai. They seem to be holding some big and small hammers, or ice-cutting machines, knocking on the thick layer of ice built around Fang Huai, which only provoked Fang Huai. Annoyed, the cracks on the ice seemed to collapse at any moment, pressing his whole body underneath, threatening everything about him.

But Song Rongtan hugged her whole body up.

warm.

The skin is covered with ice, and the fresh and flowing blood takes away the coldness of the outermost ice layer and brings new heat.

Song Rongtan was lying on the ice, a little silly, but it was as firm as if he had recognized it and taken root.

Fang Huai heard the sound of the innermost layer of ice loosening.

If he doesn't change...

As long as he doesn't change.

Fang Huai opened his mouth, and subconsciously raised his hand to grab the blond young man who was far away from him.

The movements of his hands were lost in the crowd, but Song Rongtan suddenly raised his feet and walked towards him as if telepathically.

"...Why don't you watch the lottery draw?" Fang Huai asked.

"Ah?" Song Rongtan was stunned for a moment, "What are you smoking?"

He didn't even hear Miss Guan Bo's introduction just now.

"Sports car." Fang Huai said.

"I don't have a driver's license... What kind of sports car?" Song Rongtan pursed her lips.

Fang Huai paused, and suddenly wanted to laugh.

He originally thought that Song Rongtan would take this opportunity to say something... about assists.

Fang Huai pursed his lips, hiding his expression.

Is this person floating?Didn't work hard before getting the grades...?

"Brother Huai." Song Rongtan called him softly.

"Why do I feel...you seem to be waiting for me to say something."

"No." Fang Huai denied.

"It was you who kept me from saying it." Song Rongtan said, "Do you want me to be obedient, or not?"

Fang Huai suddenly panicked for a moment.

The voice of Miss Guanbo on the stage was already excited: "Congratulations to the winner of the first prize! Next, let us reveal the owner of the final prize—who will it be?"

"To be honest, I really want this award too—although ordinary migrant workers may not be able to afford a sports car if they get a prize." Miss Guanbo smiled, "But it's always good to be able to touch it."

"Dreams are always there!" Someone shouted from the audience.

Song Rongtan suddenly reached out and grabbed Fang Huai's wrist.

There is a screen in the corner of the venue, which circles a small area isolated from light and sight in the bustle.

"It's going to be a lottery draw, what are you doing?" Fang Huai's heart was beating wildly, and he asked.

"Look for a quieter place." Song Rongtan suddenly turned around and smiled at him, "Accept the award."

"What..." Fang Huai only felt that the blood supply to his heart was a little unstable, and his mind was chaotic and dazed for a while, and excessive imagination stretched out for a while.

Everyone's attention was on the stage, and no one noticed that the two most important people were missing in the venue.

After Song Rongtan went around the screen, he raised his hand and pulled it away a little, almost completely enclosing the corner.

This is a space that seems to be closed but completely open to the air.

Fang Huai leaned back on the screen subconsciously, but he didn't dare to use force, for fear that it would suddenly fall and expose all unknown things.

"Brother Huai, I want to ask you something." Song Rongtan said.

"It's still my question... Let me put it another way. Is it okay?"

"...You ask." Fang Huai's Adam's apple moved slightly, consuming his last calmness, and spoke.

He knows what he allows.

The passionate music outside the screen and the voice of Miss Guanbo were sent behind the screen.

"The draw for the final prize - NOW! The random lottery rolls!"

"I!!"

"It's mine!!"

"what--"

Languages ​​from all over the world blended together like a hodgepodge, speaking hoarsely about their desire for prizes.

"Brother Huai." Song Rongtan called him.

His voice was a little low, as if he was restraining something.

Fang Huai's lips moved slightly: "...say."

"Can you tell me, do you like the good ones or the bad ones?" Song Rongtan asked.

"What's the difference?" Fang Huai suddenly felt a little out of breath, he opened his lips slightly, but didn't close them again.

Song Rongtan leaned in another inch: "Good boy, I'm the one asking you now...can I kiss you?"

The green orange lingering in Fang Huai's nose is more intense, mixed with some very light fruit wine.

Those breaths were swallowed by him unsuspectingly, a little sweet and greasy.

Fang Huai took a slow breath and said softly, "What if I say no?"

"Well, it seems Brother Huai doesn't like obedient ones." Song Rongtan pursed her lips.

"That's not good—"

The next second, he leaned over without warning.

The lips that were not closed due to breathing became a false door that could easily be breached.

The taste of green orange fruit wine crashed into Fang Huai's mouth, and directly stuck to the tip of his tongue without hindrance.

"The grand prize winner is—"

"No. 017! Fang Huai!!"

Fang Huai's pupils suddenly constricted.

"It's Coach Fang!! Let's congratulate him together!" Miss Guan Bo's voice was filled with excitement, "I'm even envious of myself, Coach Fang really made a lot of money today!"

"Coach Fang—? Where is Coach Fang? Come up quickly to receive your award."

All the lights in the venue were dimmed, and there was only one chasing light that kept searching among the crowd.

"...Hmm!" Fang Huai suddenly struggled.

Suddenly, a faint light suddenly lit up around the two of them—following lights that were almost invisible everywhere they went fell behind the screen.

Miss Guanbo was puzzled: "Hey, there is someone here... Is it Coach Fang?"

Fang Huai's breath stagnates.

What responded to him was a tighter arm around his waist.

"Brother Huai..." Song Rongtan pulled away slightly, his voice came out from between the two's lips and teeth, "don't move."

Fang Huai turned his head abruptly to prevent him from approaching again.

He seemed to be recovering from suffocation, gasping for breath, Song Rongtan's hand pressed the back of his head, making him lean his head against his neck.

"... Let go." Fang Huai opened his mouth, but his breathing was messy.

Song Rongtan's profile rubbed against Fang Huai's hair, like a beast licking its fur, or the tenderness of rubbing hands with a lover after blending.

"Now the light only illuminates a figure." He said softly.

"If you move now, they'll know there are two people here."

After a pause, he added: "There are two people who just avoided everyone...hugging together."

Song Rongtan suddenly smiled very lightly next to Fang Huai's ear.

"Then Brother Huai... have I let go?"