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

Chapter 65

"I'll have the stitches removed with the manager later." Fang Huai turned his head and said to Song Rongtan.

"Aren't you going?" Song Rongtan asked in a muffled voice without looking back.

Fang Huai's tone was light: "What am I going to do?"

Song Rongtan said: "...Then I will go by myself."

He rested his head on the car glass, and the breath he exhaled while speaking fogged the glass, and then he stretched out his fingers and swiped randomly on it.

[S,q,u,a]

After writing here, the fog in front has cleared away, he took another breath, and continued to fill in the [r] and [e] behind.

The mist cleared away, leaving nothing on the glass, but Song Rongtan's lips curled up.

Fang Huai caught a glimpse of what he was doing there, but he didn't pay attention, and just said, "The manager will take the doctor's order."

"Don't try to take advantage of it."

The little calculation in Song Rongtan's heart was shattered: "...Oh."

The hospital was on their way back to the base, and when passing by the hospital, Fang Huai drove Song Rongtan out of the car.

Song Rongtan walked vigorously in front alone, and the manager trotted behind him and entered the hospital gate.

Only then did Fang Huai look away.

It was already 9 o'clock in the evening when we arrived at the base, and the evening training was changed to free training. After more than an hour, Song Rongtan and the manager came back.

"How is it?" Fang Huai put down his work, turned around and asked.

"Back to normal..." Song Rongtan had just finished speaking, but found that Fang Huai's gaze didn't give him the slightest bit, but instead fell on the manager, and sat back in his seat with his mouth pursed.

"He's recovering well." The manager smiled and said, "You can return to normal after training, but if you experience pain or anything else, you should seek medical attention in time."

Song Rongtan extruded an unpleasant "hum" from his nasal cavity very loudly.

Fang Huai glanced at the back of his head lightly and said nothing.

At about twelve o'clock, several people got up one after another and prepared to go back to rest. Song Rongtan was still doing basic training with headphones on.

"Ring." Fang Huai called him.

"He's wearing earphones, coach, and he can't hear you." Bibabu reminded him.

Fang Huai smiled vaguely, a little coldly.

"I'll give you one more chance, Ring." Fang Huai's voice was not loud, but his tone was already tinged with anger.

Two seconds later, Song Rongtan said slowly, "...what are you doing?"

Bibabu was taken aback: "Aren't you wearing earphones?!"

"I didn't turn on the sound." Fang Huai reached out and tapped Song Rongtan's small map twice: "Otherwise he wouldn't keep glancing here."

In TETD, in addition to being heard, sounds can also be reflected on the minimap.

The red circle outside the map represents the direction in which you were shot, and the green circle in the inner circle represents the direction from which the gunshots came.

But very few professional players use this function. For them, the ear is more accurate and faster than the map.

Bibabu showed a look of admiration, and then slipped away sensibly.

joke!Stay here and be caught between two sides in the Shura field?

In a blink of an eye, only Fang Huai and Song Rongtan were left in the training room.

After the too long hug on the stage in the afternoon, Fang Huai was originally very awkward, but obviously, Song Rongtan reacted more than him.

Fang Huai took the initiative back.

"Still leaving?" He bent his knuckles and tapped Song Rongtan's table twice lightly.

"Practice for a while." Song Rongtan said.

Fang Huai reminded lightly: "Team rules, forgot?"

"It is forbidden to stay up after twelve o'clock during the competition." He said, raising his eyebrows slightly, "It's up to you."

Song Rongtan: ...

He proposed this team rule originally to control Fang Huai's unlimited overtime work, but he didn't expect to shoot himself in the foot.

He could only exit the game client, got up and stretched his shoulders and neck.

"Stop playing with your phone when you get back." Fang Huai said suddenly.

Song Rongtan was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously sold himself out: "How do you know?"

Fang Huai looked at him clearly, and said, "Zhao Zichu has complained to me more than once."

Although he already knew that Zhao Zichu was completely different from the one he looked like before, but upon hearing the name, Song Rongtan subconsciously said, "Do you believe what he said?"

"He said you sent him more than a dozen messages at three o'clock in the middle of the night to disturb his rest." Fang Huai looked at him coolly.

Song Rongtan frowned, trying to retrieve this scene from his memory, but suddenly froze.

He remembered... he did... once.

At that time, he just learned that Fang Huai might like Zhao Zichu. One night, he tossed and turned until two or three o'clock in the morning. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore, and picked up his mobile phone to ask Zhao Zichu if he liked anyone.

Zhao Zichu said yes - of course, followed by a very "polite" [none of your business].

Song Rongtan asked him again how long have you liked him.

Zhao Zichu first sent a series of question marks, scolding him if he was thinking in the middle of the night | Chun Xian panicked, but he still answered his questions well.

[First: I liked it when I first started playing professionally, hehe, are you envious? ]

[First: Slightly slightly.Single dogs go to bed early, dreams have everything~~]

[When I first started playing professionally]...Song Rongtan was hiding under the blanket, holding her mobile phone, her eyes were empty.

Zhao Zichu was born as a CRC substitute sniper, indeed...he met Fang Huai when he first started playing professionally.

He was so sore in his heart, but he had nowhere to vent, so he could only gnaw on the lemon he asked for and fell asleep with tears in his eyes.

After that time, Song Rongtan became more certain about Zhao Zichu and Fang Huai.

As a result, Zhao Zichu told him now that he has a girlfriend and they have been talking for many years?

Song Rongtan understood everything at once.

That is, Fang Huai likes someone else.

He suddenly said, "Brother Huai, you promised me earlier that if you won the championship, you can answer my question..."

Fang Huai said, "Do the math."

"I want to ask, the requirement of this championship... can it become the champion of the domestic league?" Song Rongtan pursed her lips and asked.

Fang Huai looked at him with a little surprise, and Song Rongtan felt a slight mockery in his voice.

"Why, do you think you can't win the World Championship?"

Song Rongtan clenched her fists and shook her head.

"No, I can't wait."

Fang Huai narrowed his eyes slightly.

After a long time, he let go: "... yes."

Song Rongtan's tight lip line instantly relaxed, first raised an inconspicuous arc, and then smiled completely.

Fang Huai looked at him, a thought popped up in his mind, and he said casually, "You smile...it doesn't look like you."

Song Rongtan paused, restrained himself a bit, and asked, "What does this mean?"

"It's not like a stabbing head." Fang Huai said calmly as he closed the door of the training room, "It looks like a friend of mine."

His tone carried the meaning of guidance, like a good teacher who is persuasive and persuasive, giving this lying student the last chance to confess.

"...Who is it?" Song Rongtan tried hard to squeeze out a casual smile, but the hands hidden behind his back were already stiff and tense.

Fang Huai walked in front of him, and said in a sad tone, "A netizen."

Song Rongtan's eyes froze.

He knew that the person Fang Huai was talking about must be Ah Yuan.

But that doesn't bode well.

——Song Rongtan is similar to Ah Yuan, and Fang Huai has already rejected Ah Yuan...

Doesn't this mean that Fang Huai wants to reject Song Rongtan? !

Song Rongtan's heart was beating alarm bells.

"Is the coach joking?" To be on the safe side, he even withdrew his favorite address of "Brother Huai".

Fang Huai's footsteps in front of him paused for a moment.

"How could there be two people so similar?" Song Rongtan said in a relaxed tone, as if he was really having some casual chat with Fang Huai.

The air was quiet for a long time before Fang Huai said, "...Yes, how is that possible."

For some reason, Song Rongtan could hear a bit of disappointment in his tone.

He subconsciously held his breath, his heart beat wildly, and suddenly it seemed that he had been fooled by a question before the end of the exam. After handing in the paper, he began to think over and over again in his brain, whether he was fooled correctly or not.

The previously determined answer has also become uncertain.

The night breeze passed between him and Fang Huai, bringing a little chill.

Fang Huai walked a few steps quickly and closed the bedroom door in front of him.

In the afternoon of the next day, the single-player events of the summer split arrived as scheduled, and they were still held in the luxurious Circle e-sports stadium.

"How should I put it... Once I accept the setting that this e-sports gym is the captain's home, it feels like entering the back garden of my own home." Bibabu rubbed his chin and said.

Song Rongtan seemed to be in a bad mood, and glanced at him: "If you want to recognize me as your father, then I can't help it."

Bibabu:?

From this morning, Song Rongtan felt weirdly tense as if he had taken gunpowder.

Most uncharacteristically, it didn't look like he was genuinely angry or annoyed.

...It seems that it was deliberately performed in front of Fang Huai.

When Fang Huai was around, he could slap Bibabu for stepping into the door of the training room with his left foot. When Fang Huai went out, he would not even glance at Bibabu when he was doing sit-ups in the training room.

After glancing back and forth between the two people who were far away, Bibabu turned Song Rongtan aside and asked in a low voice, "What are you acting for?"

"It's really a prickly figure," Song Rongtan said.

Bibabu was shocked: "What's the matter with you?! If you can't catch up with the coach, you will give up on yourself?? Didn't you just kill a rival in love yesterday!"

Song Rongtan's eyes were as cold as a bleak autumn wind, and his eyes fell in the air: "...Did I kill that?"

"..." Bibabu couldn't think of a way to refute him, so he could only forcefully answer, "Then I can't help you if you think so."

Song Rongtan seemed to have been reminded of something, and suddenly said: "But you are right."

He patted Bibabu on the shoulder, gave him a look of "the young man is very promising", and walked to the front of the team with great contentment.

Bibabu looked dazed. He didn't know what Song Rongtan was thinking until he was on the field.

There were a total of five rounds in the singles match. In each round, Song Rongtan seemed to be targeting Zhao Zichu. As long as he shot and exposed his position, he would definitely go far and get rid of him with his own hands.

He hid very well, once he entered Zhao Zichu's body, the other party would definitely have no way out.

Bibabu stayed aside, smacking his tongue in his heart.

...how does this make him say?Song Rongtan wouldn't think that this meant that he personally killed his love rival, would he?

No way no way?Doesn't he really think that he will be scolded by the coach?

After the two games were over and during the break, Zhao Zichu finally couldn't take it anymore, and approached the door of the RTG lounge aggressively.

"Song Rongtan is a bitch! Get out of here!"

The door of RTG was ajar, he pushed it open, and saw Fang Huai who was sitting on the sofa with a cold expression at first sight.

Zhao Zichu stuttered instantly: "Huai, Huai... no! Senior!!"

He remembered what he learned yesterday, subconsciously felt that he needed to avoid suspicion, and changed his name without being reminded.

It would be fine if Song Rongtan just liked his senior, but the bad thing is that these two people seem to be in love with each other!

Zhao Zichu took a deep breath.

In the room, Fang Huai lowered his eyes, and lightly kicked the ankle of the man squatting in front of him with the tip of his shoe.

"Looking for you."

Zhao Zichu took a closer look——

Song Rongtan, who was chasing and biting him like a very hungry wolf on the field just now, is now squatting aggrievedly behind the coffee table, only showing his head, with one hand resting on Fang Huai's waist. He put his other hand on the sofa, touching Fang Huai's knuckles lightly from time to time.

Wait a moment……

The picture in front of them didn't even have any physical contact, but it still seemed to have its own barrier, and there was a sense of intimacy that belonged exclusively to the two of them.

Zhao Zichu's mind suddenly went blank.

If Song Rongtan and, and his Brother Huai were really together...then...

Then fuck it, Song Rongtan will become my sister-in-law? ? !