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

There are many lights and shadows, and the follow spot light is like a prying eye.

The arms around the waist loosened their strength, and the two warm bodies that were tightly fitted were separated a little. The empty feeling between the waist and abdomen made Fang Huai feel a little uncomfortable.

Probably because this place was ruled out, the follow spot light moved staggeringly again, and the whole body fell into darkness.

Fang Huai closed his eyes, raised his hand to hook Song Rongtan's neck, tilted his head and stuck it again.

... Obviously there is no danger of the shadow being discovered separately.

Fang Huai didn't want to delve into his own thoughts, but subconsciously chased after the taste of the green orange fruit wine.

In the drowsy and ambiguous corner, Song Rongtan's response was more eager than before. The arm hanging around his neck loosened unconsciously due to lack of strength, and he stretched out his hand to hold the waist of the person in his arms again.

The voices of people looking for Fang Huai from beyond the screen sounded in my ears again, but the winner of the grand prize was being kissed in the hall as the best prize at this moment.

Song Rongtan's fingers lightly pressing on the back of Fang Huai's head suddenly groped forward along the neck, an itch that made him shudder spread all the way, the voice broke out from his throat, and was blocked back between his lips and tongue again.

"...Hmm!" Fang Huai suddenly opened his eyes and subconsciously wanted to raise his hand, but was trapped tightly in Song Rongtan's arms.

——The person who imprisoned him here undid the first button of his shirt collar with his fingers.

Fang Huai's breathing suddenly became disordered, and the sound of his heartbeat amplified and accelerated uncontrollably.

The intertwined lips and teeth parted, but they didn't separate. Song Rongtan's lips fell on the skin of his cheek, which felt slightly cool.

The slightly cool moist touch descends from the cheeks, and finally falls to the neck.

Fang Huai raised his head subconsciously—it was a forced sacrifice gesture, but his hands were loosely inserted between Song Rongtan's hair.

He silently agreed, but it seemed to be arrogant to the young.

"Brother Huai...you're so hot." A voice mixed with a smile almost whispered.

When Song Rongtan was speaking, his canine teeth pressed against the protruding muscles and bones of his neck from time to time, as if he was groping for something.

The fingers on the chest swiped down an inch, and the second button opened silently.

"...Song Rongtan." Fang Huai tried to calm his breath, but failed repeatedly because of the disorderly people around his neck.

What responded to him was the other party's more downward posture.

Fang Huai felt that he was testing his bottom line, and his cool lips climbed inch by inch into places that no one had ever set foot in.

One second before he was about to speak to stop, Song Rongtan stopped.

He finally found the thin necklace, and moved away slightly between his teeth.

Fang Huai closed his eyes and let out a long, silent breath.

Song Rongtan slightly bent his eyes: "Brother Huai won't give it to me, so I can only get it myself."

The two of them are still very close to each other, held by a silver chain in the middle, it is unknown who is wearing the collar and who is holding the end of the rope.

"Don't bite." Fang Huai said, Song Rongtan had such a criminal record, so he could only tell him.

Song Rongtan nodded obediently like a ferocious beast with its sharp teeth restrained after being satiated.

"Then now...have I passed the assessment?" He asked vaguely.

Fang Huai was both angry and amused.

"You're only asking me now, don't you think it's a bit late?"

Song Rongtan's Adam's apple twitched: "Then I have to ask... I can't follow Brother Huai like this."

Fang Huai couldn't help laughing.

"Let go." He stretched out his hand and gently tugged at the pendant that Song Rongtan bit in his mouth.

Song Rongtan's eyes were a little wary, like a dog about to be robbed of its spoils, but also with a hint of pitifulness.

"...I'll give it to you if you don't." Fang Huai could only coax him softly, which made him let go.

He didn't hesitate this time, unscrewed the clasp of the pendant, and poured out the two stars.

Song Rongtan froze for a moment: "Is it all... for me?"

Fang Huai didn't speak, but just handed over the two stars.

"Take it apart," he said.

At this time, outside the screen, the voices of looking for Fang Huai gradually died down.

"It's a pity..." Miss Guanbo sighed, "If Coach Fang is not at the venue, we can only withdraw our award qualifications."

Song Rongtan paused for dismantling the stars, looked up at Fang Huai in front of him: "Aren't you going to accept the award?"

Fang Huai chuckled with some helplessness, took out the phone from his pocket, pressed the screen on and put it on his lips.

The lips were bright red and moist, and upon closer inspection, a small wound could be found.

"How do you want me to go?" Fang Huai slightly raised his eyebrows and looked at Song Rongtan, with the intention of asking the teacher for a crime.

Song Rongtan raised his hand and touched the tip of his nose, flattering him, "It's okay, I still have a lot of savings...I'll buy a car when I go back and we'll drive together."

"Forget it." Fang Huai said, "I wasn't interested in those things at first... You can dismantle it, and we'll go out after dismantling it."

Song Rongtan nodded obediently.

He moved the stars carefully, but also very slowly. Fang Huai waited bored, and didn't want to focus too much on his expectant expression—it seemed silly.

After a while, he subconsciously raised his hand to touch his chapped lips.

Song Rongtan noticed his movements, lowered his head and muttered, "Why don't I...I'll go and grind this tooth."

Fang Huai raised his hand and lightly poked his forehead: "What are you thinking?"

"...But I can't control myself." Song Rongtan was very self-aware now, and blamed himself, "It's impossible...from now on, Brother Huai won't go out every morning."

Fang Huai heard the implication in his words, his face turned red subconsciously, and his backhand was like a brain collapse.

Song Rongtan covered his forehead symbolically, and smiled lightly with his eyes bent.

"Do you... have any strange hobbies?" Suddenly, Fang Huai asked.

"...What?" Song Rongtan looked up, stunned for a moment.

Fang Huai pursed his lips, but stopped because of the cool moist feeling at the corners of his lips.

After a long while, he spoke again: "I found that you are often... impulsive in this... place where it is easy to be seen by others."

Song Rongtan was taken aback for a moment, then thought of something, and laughed lightly: "Brother Huai didn't realize that, do you get nervous especially easily in this kind of place?"

Fang Huai froze, met Song Rongtan's direct gaze, and suddenly turned his head in embarrassment.

"... Hurry up, are you going to tear it down?" Fang Huai said sternly.

Song Rongtan stopped, and thought about it seriously: "I also think, why don't we go back and dismantle it."

"Why?" Fang Huai asked.

Song Rongtan hesitated for a while, then said in a low voice, "When we go back, it will be more... more atmospheric."

Fang Huai opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say: "...up to you."

Song Rongtan laughed: "Then let's go eat cake." As he spoke, he reached out to hold Fang Huai's hand, but was gently patted back.

Fang Huai lifted his feet and walked around the screen, turned his head and said, "Still outside...be more careful."

Song Rongtan opened his eyes wide in disbelief, almost tearing up.

"Am I so shameless..." His tone was a bit resentful.

Fang Huai hesitated for a moment, and said, "If I really come back to play professionally next year, and I'm still in RTG...you are the captain and shareholder, what do others think of you?"

Song Rongtan thought for a while, and said solemnly: "I feel that in order to keep Brother Huai, I will not hesitate to sell my appearance and feelings by serving others..."

Fang Huai: ...?

Song Rongtan's tone was so serious that he couldn't tell if this guy really thought so, or he was just joking.

He reached out and slapped Song Rongtan on the head lightly: "Others will only think that you are using power for personal gain, and if your grades decline, they will also blame you for making the decision to let me join the team."

Seeing the tricks, Song Rongtan groaned and said, "That's what they envy. They want to use their power for personal gain, and they have no one to seek..."

"You..." Fang Huai started, but he didn't know how to continue, so he laughed first.

Song Rongtan saw that his expression was loose, so he also smiled.

"Actually, Brother Huai, I don't think it's a problem for me...but I respect your opinion." He said seriously.

"My side... No matter what they say, the fact that I like you has nothing to do with my competitive state and ability. I can't possibly affect my work, and I know this very well." explain.

"And I won't give them a chance to scold me."

Song Rongtan pondered his words and finished a long paragraph, but when he lowered his head, he saw Fang Huai looking at him with slightly startled eyes.

His mind moved: "Brother Huai, do you... want to kiss me?"

Fang Huai immediately looked back: "You think too much."

"Impossible." Song Rongtan was full of confidence, "Brother Huai, that one just wants to kiss my eyes. It's exactly the same as just now... huh!"

Fang Huai finally raised his hand to cover his mouth.

"In the public... can you not say these words." His cold voice could hardly be restrained, and he gritted his teeth.

Song Rongtan only showed a pair of eyes, blinked innocently, and nodded obediently.

Fang Huai was afraid that people would see him, so he didn't dare to cover it for too long, so he withdrew his hand.

"Then how about this." Song Rongtan thought for a while and said, "In the future, when brother Huai wants to kiss, you can tell me...you want to reward me. OK?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a moment of silence between the two of them, but some untimely feelings flowed in the air.

"Let's leave early." Fang Huai said suddenly.

"Do, what to do?" Song Rongtan stumbled.

Fang Huai raised his head and looked at him calmly: "Go back." There seemed to be a smile in his eyes, and it seemed to be some kind of gentle temptation.

"Go back and reward you."

He clearly saw Song Rongtan's Adam's apple rolling in front of him, like a thirsty man seeing a source of water.

"Brother Huai, do you know what you're talking about?" Song Rongtan's voice was a little hoarse, but he still patiently confirmed it again.

"It's you who is drunk." Fang Huai said, "It's not me."

In the next second, an irresistible force came from his wrist, and he had no intention of resisting it, and followed the force to lift his steps.

They ran in the hall where the lights and shadows intersected, holding hands, against the flow of people.

"Okay, then let's start drawing our grand prize again—" After a brief adjustment to the lottery system, the voice of Miss Guanbo rang again on the stage.

The guests who coveted sports cars in the audience all cheered.

"Song Rongtan." Fang Huai said softly, but his own voice was drowned out by the shouts of the crowd.

He paused, and for the first time called a person's name in a voice that was almost shouting.

"Song Rongtan!"

The blond youth looked back at him without hesitation, his eyes bent.

"Brother Huai! Why do I feel like I'm snatching a kiss?" He laughed, "Or eloped."

Fang Huai thought it was funny, and said, "Who are you going on a blind date with?"

Song Rongtan thought for a while: "Let's play games."

"Don't you like games?" Fang Huai asked him.Which professional player doesn't love games?

"I love it." Sure enough, Song Rongtan said, "If I didn't love it, I wouldn't be able to hold on for so long."

The two of them ran to the heavy door at the end of the hall before slowing down.

Song Rongtan put his hand on the doorknob, looked at Fang Huai, and spoke.

"But Brother Huai is more important than games."

He paused, and said: "In my heart... I don't know if it's appropriate to say this now, I think it might be too early to say this now."

"What do you want to say?" Fang Huai asked.

"Anyway, when I said this, I didn't want to get a response from Brother Huai right now..." Song Rongtan was a bit out of line, like a kid.

"Speak." Fang Huai said, "I just listen."

Under tension, Song Rongtan subconsciously exerted a slight force on the hand that was about to push the door open, and a trace of the bright light in the corridor leaked in and landed on the side of his face, as if drawing a bright and gentle edge.

"Just...I want to say...I really...love you so much."

He looked at Fang Huai, but he didn't see the blank expression he expected.

Fang Huai just smiled softly and calmly.

"I see." He just said.

Fang Huai waited for a while, seeing that Song Rongtan had no intention of continuing to push the door, so he stretched out his hand and walked out.

Now it was Song Rongtan's turn to be stunned.

"No...Brother Huai...!" He raised his feet to catch up, "You, why are you so proficient? Has someone else confessed to you like this...!"

Fang Huai raised his eyebrows slightly, and said in a flat tone, "I heard it once before."

Song Rongtan immediately became alert: "Who?!"

Fang Huai smiled, but did not answer.

Song Rongtan was about to continue asking questions, but was interrupted by a shout not far away.

"God Ring!!"

The two looked over together, and found that it was a person wearing the overalls of the competition team, who ran over panting, with a look of surprise on his face.

"God Ring! What a coincidence, we just wanted to find you!"

"What's the matter?" Song Rongtan asked.

"Tomorrow's All-Stars, I need you to rehearse a little bit with a few players, walk the stage or something..." The staff looked hesitantly between Song Rongtan and Fang Huai, and suddenly their voice became softer. "I'm sorry, did I interrupt your work with the coach..."

"No." Fang Huai said, he stretched out his hand and gently pushed Song Rongtan, and said with a light smile, "Go and do your work."

Song Rongtan's expression suddenly darkened, and he looked weakly at Fang Huai who had clearly promised to reward him, but pushed him to work.

"You said it yourself just now, and it won't affect your work." Fang Huai laughed dumbfounded.

Song Rongtan only felt regretful.

"I owe it, we'll talk about it later." Fang Huai patted the back of his head lightly, then turned to the staff and said, "That's fine, let's take it away."

The staff looked weird for a moment.

Why does this sound so awkward... Why is it like... The owner took the dog to a pet store for foster care, but the dog didn't want to, so the owner coaxed it for a long time before letting it go...

... Fuck, it really is because I am busy with work and confused.The staff patted his head vigorously to drive away the strange thoughts in his mind.

It was already late when Song Rongtan returned to his residence, Fang Huai left him a reading light, and he was already asleep.

The quilt slid down to his waist, and he was holding a tablet in his hand, on which the game video of the RTG finals was playing.

Originally, she was probably waiting for him to come back, but she fell asleep anyway.

Song Rongtan felt a warm feeling in his heart. This place was obviously just a hotel, but he suddenly felt a sense of home inexplicably.

He walked over lightly, helped Fang Huai close the tablet, raised his hand to turn off the reading light, took off his coat in the dark, and went into the bathroom to wash up hastily.

Enduring his obsession with cleanliness, it was rare for him not to take a shower, for fear that the sound of the shower would wake Fang Huai up.

After tidying up lightly, Song Rongtan slowly squatted down and lay down beside Fang Huai's bed, watching his sleeping face quietly through the moonlight coming in.

Because the opponent he was going to face was not at the same level as the domestic team, and it was a team he had led before, Fang Huai was under a lot of pressure.

The long preparation period for the World Championship consumed too much of his energy. Today, when kissing him behind the screen, for a moment, Song Rongtan suspected that Fang Huai might fall asleep in his arms.

Thinking of this, Song Rongtan couldn't hold back, and chuckled silently.

Thinking of the stars that he hadn't dismantled, he tiptoed to the hanger again, took out the two well-preserved little things, and rubbed back to Fang Huai's side.

The moonlight on a clear winter night was still bright, so he first took apart the silver-white star that he had written, wanting to know which one Fang Huai was wearing next to his body.

Song Rongtan remembered very clearly that because most of his writings were done furtively, his writings were always concise and to the point, with only two sentences at most.

However, the handwriting on the hand is squeezed together, like writing a diary, almost 100 characters are squeezed on a narrow star paper.

"December 12st, sunny. Brother Huai, happy birthday. You are probably celebrating your birthday with your teammates now... I grabbed a small cake that is very scarce in the cafeteria today, so I will eat it with you^-^"

Originally, it was over here, but then it seemed that something suddenly occurred to me, and I added a sentence with another pen.

"Brother Huai, are you thinking of me now?"

During the words, the immature emotion was hardly concealed, Song Rongtan seemed to be looking at his dark history, and suddenly rejoiced that he was not at the venue today and took it apart.

Like a thief, he put the star paper into his pocket, and started to tear apart Fang Huai's golden one.

The paper that wrapped the stars was opened one after another. Before the handwriting was about to be revealed, there seemed to be thick clouds covering the moon outside the window, and the light in the room suddenly dimmed.

Song Rongtan froze for a moment, and just wanted to get up to find something to light up, when the dim light of the screen suddenly lit up in front of his eyes.

The handwriting on the note immediately became clear.

[Yes, Ido.]

He looked up and found that it was Fang Huai who had turned on the cell phone beside his pillow.

"You're back." Fang Huai said softly. He just woke up from sleep, his voice was still nasal, and his words were not clear.

"What are you doing lying on the side..." Fang Huai turned over, faced his direction, and yawned silently.

He used to have some cold eyes, but at this moment there was only a sparkle of water, blending with the hazy sleepiness, looking at him with a chuckle.

"Are you going to do something bad?"