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

After sending a WeChat message to Da Zhong, Song Rongtan took Fang Huai and left first.Under Fang Huai's strong request, the two went back to the base and changed into casual clothes. Fang Huai explained to the assistant coach about the work of the evening training before leaving for the hospital.

People with a fever are always afraid of the cold, so Fang Huai put on a spring and autumn hoodie over his shirt, a baseball cap and a mask.

He stood there like a student who just finished school in some school.

The two stood together, but Song Rongtan, who had taken off his team uniform and was half a head taller than Fang Huai, looked more like a reliable elder brother.

Song Rongtan cocked the corners of her mouth, and secretly straightened her back even more.

It was the evening rush hour, and the subway was bustling with people.Fang Huai leaned against the corner. The feeling of the subway speeding up and slowing down made him feel a little uncomfortable. He wanted to sleep but couldn't sleep, and when he closed his eyes, he felt even more dizzy.

Song Rongtan pulled him to talk: "You haven't come out to relax for a long time. When you were in England before, did you often go out?"

"...Mmm." Fang Huai thought for a while, then said slowly, "I'll go buy something to eat."

"AR doesn't have a cafeteria?" Song Rongtan asked. AR is the British team that Fang Huai worked for last summer.

"Yes." Fang Huai frowned: "But it's very difficult to eat."

"They put potatoes in vinegar."

Song Rongtan said: "I know, French fries will also be added with vinegar, right? In some places, vinegar will be diluted with water..."

Fang Huai froze for a moment: "You know?"

Song Rongtan smiled: "Well, I have been there."

Went to see a musical and went to AR, but didn't see you.

Fang Huai just let out a "huh" when he heard the words.

"Hello...is this Ring?" Suddenly came a suppressed excited voice from behind Song Rongtan, a boy with the appearance of a college student.

Song Rongtan turned around, and when the boy saw that it was him, his eyes lit up with excitement: "God Ring! Can you sign me!"

"Sorry, private schedule..." Song Rongtan just wanted to go back and chat with Fang Huai, so he was about to refuse.

"Let's sign it." Fang Huai said suddenly, "So polite."

Song Rongtan's complexion turned dark, and a line of big characters was rolling in his head like a revolving lantern.

【He really likes to be good! ! 】

The boy thought he had no chance at all, but he was flattered by the sudden help from his fellow idol, and looked at Fang Huai's side face half covered by the baseball cap, trying to distinguish the identity of this benefactor.

While signing, Song Rongtan squeezed to the left, arbitrarily blocking the boy's eyes.

Fang Huai chuckled.

The boy touched the back of his head in embarrassment.

After Song Rongtan finished signing, he handed the notebook back to the boy. Even though he felt a little uncomfortable, he still obediently said, "Thank you for your support."

The boy suddenly showed a terrified expression.

He wanted to say, God of Ring, you just blinked when you were kidnapped.

Song Rongtan turned back after completing the task, and his tone seemed to change immediately.

"When the competition is over, I'll take you to see a musical when I have a chance... I have a favorite." Song Rongtan said.

Maybe he didn't realize how soft his voice was when talking to Fang Huai.

Fang Huai leaned against the corner and didn't stand up straight. Song Rongtan's shoulders blocked him tightly. No matter how hard he poked his head, the boy couldn't see the face of this expert whose prickly head turned into soft fingers, so he could only stretch his ears. listen.

"Have you seen a musical before?" Song Rongtan asked.

"I've seen it." Fang Huai said, "A friend mentioned it once... Then I passed by the theater in England and went to see it."

Song Rongtan laughed: "Which one?"

Fang Huai squinted his eyes and thought for a while: "The Phantom of the Opera."

Song Rongtan's eyes brightened: "Coincidentally, I went to England to watch this movie."

"You like it very much?" Fang Huai yawned again due to the high temperature in his head, but he continued with Song Rongtan's words.

Song Rongtan thought for a while before saying, "The meaning is rather special..."

"My mother is a soprano. When it was said that she was playing the heroine of this movie, my father fell in love with her at first sight."

Song Rongtan smiled when talking about his parents, and he could see that they must come from a happy family.

He is like a little sun in winter, exuding a comfortable warmth all over his body.

Fang Huai pursed his lips, suddenly feeling a little dry.

Song Rongtan immediately noticed his small movements: "Would you like some water?"

Fang Huai shook his head: "I forgot to bring it."

In the next second, Song Rongtan magically took out a thermos from the backpack behind him.

"I brought it." He smiled smugly.

Fang Huai took a few sips and asked suddenly, "Is this your cup?"

Song Rongtan complained: "You've already drank it, isn't it too late to dislike it now?"

Fang Huai lowered his eyes, and took another sip: "It just doesn't taste like a new cup."

His originally dry lips were covered with a layer of water, Fang Huai stretched out the tip of his tongue, gently touched the round and plump lips, and caught the drop of water that was about to fall.

The originally bloodless lips were pressed, and a small piece of fleeting bright red appeared.

Song Rongtan's voice suddenly stammered: "No, no way. I have washed it well..." How could it smell.

Also, what does my taste smell like...

Fang Huai! ! !

Fang Huai raised the tails of his eyes slightly as if he had heard his cry of collapse that was suppressed in his heart, and his eyes fell on his face that suddenly turned red for some reason.

"Do you have a fever too?" Fang Huai was puzzled, and reached out to touch his forehead, but was stopped halfway by Song Rongtan's sharp eyes and hands.

"No." Song Rongtan coughed lightly, "I just have a dry throat..."

He glanced at the steaming thermos, took a sip when he took it.

Fang Huai: "?"

He rubbed between his eyebrows: "Now you have to be careful." He pointed to the rim of the thermos.

Song Rongtan looked along.

The water marks from Fang Huai's drinking are still there, and the places he touched just now are closely stacked on top of it.

A drop of water flowed from the two overlapping traces, rolled down the rim of the cup, and dripped on his tiger's mouth.

The water temperature is obviously not hot, but the feeling on the skin is like a tongue of fire.

Fang Huai took the thermos cup and covered it, and reminded him to buy some Radix Banlangen for prevention when he came back, but Song Rongtan rarely listened to a word.

He stared at the light wet marks on his hands in a daze, and his fingertips were almost completely dry when he wiped them.

The Adam's apple hidden under the collar rolled, Song Rongtan avoided Fang Huai's sight, tilted his head and secretly licked his lips.

It seems to be an illusion, but also seems to be real sensory feedback.

He tasted a faint hint of coffee au lait.

Song Rongtan looked like a kid who had done something bad, his heart was beating wildly.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw something changing back and forth behind him. He took a closer look and found that it was the fan who asked for his autograph.

The big boy blocked the phone in front of his face, his gossip eyes were wide open, and the screen of the phone was facing Song Rongtan's direction, scrolling and playing a line of words.

【God Ring, I didn't see anything】

Song Rongtan suffered a cardiac arrest.

The fans smiled at him flatteringly and awkwardly.

When the subway arrived at the station, Song Rongtan pulled Fang Huai and lowered his head to escape from the train.

"Wait." Fang Huai stopped, reached out and took off his baseball cap and handed it to him, "Don't you want to sign? Then cover your face."

Fang Huai didn't wear glasses, and his bangs were deformed by the baseball cap, sticking to his forehead messily.

Song Rongtan stretched out his hand and picked up the mask that was hanging on his chin.

But Fang Huai probably just yawned, and the ends of his eyes were still wet. After covering the lower half of his face, there was only one pair of eyes left, staring at him intently.

"...Or you should wear it." Song Rongtan said.

Fang Huai lowered his eyebrows slightly, not wanting to argue with him anymore, so he simply put the hat on his head.

Song Rongtan's little pigtails tied at the back of his head popped out more consciously than himself through the hole in the back of the hat, wagging like the tail of a happy dog.

Fang Huai's gaze stayed on it uncontrollably for a few more seconds, then turned around: "Let's go."

Song Rongtan's mind exploded like fireworks, he took two quick steps to catch up with Fang Huai.

"Brother Huai...Brother Huai!" Standing on the escalator, he lowered his head and made an inch of it, "I didn't wear it properly, help me straighten it."

The brim of the hat seemed to separate two worlds, outside the brim was the hustle and bustle, but under the brim, Song Rongtan looked at him with special focus.

Fang Huai lowered his head and coughed lightly, stretched out his hand and pushed down the brim of his hat indiscriminately, blocking the line of sight that belonged to him alone.

"...Brother Huai." Song Rongtan was pressed under the brim of his hat, his voice was muffled, and Fang Huai could hear a trace of grievance from inside.

"Don't look at me." After a long pause, Fang Huai spoke.

He felt like his cold was getting worse.

When they arrived at the hospital, after Song Rongtan was busy, Fang Huai finally hung up the water, covering his body with Song Rongtan's casual coat.

His infusion hand was cold, Song Rongtan called him twice, and wanted to get up to buy a hot water bottle, but Fang Huai didn't respond.

Song Rongtan tilted his head, Fang Huai was already asleep.

"Honey, I have cold hands..." Sitting opposite them was a young couple, the girl and her boyfriend were aggrieved in a low voice.

Boyfriend immediately: "I'm going to buy a hot water bottle!"

The girl shook her head: "I don't want you to go... Spread your hands."

The boyfriend followed suit with a dazed look on his face.

The girl smiled sweetly, put the infusion hand on the boy's hand, and interlocked her fingers.

"That's fine~"

The boy's face flushed.

Song Rongtan looked at it thoughtfully, and suddenly spread his hand to look back and forth, and then put the sticker on his cheek.

Yes, the firepower is very strong.

He stretched out his hand into a fist and placed it under Fang Huai's hand that was as cold as ice.

Fang Huai in his sleep seemed to feel the warmth, so he took the initiative to give it a couple of light shakes.

Song Rongtan looked enviously at the young couple whose fingers were intertwined, and then looked down at himself who was like a scepter handle.

Forget it, people can't reach the sky in one step.

He took out his mobile phone, his left hand was inconvenient to swipe the mobile phone, so he clicked on a game video and started replaying.

This was originally Fang Huai's job today, but Song Rongtan felt that the sick should take a good rest.

So he began to work overtime consciously.

After the two rounds passed, Song Rongtan looked up at Fang Huai's last bottle of medicine that was about to bottom out, and moved his neck and shoulders slightly.

Suddenly a message popped up on Weibo, Song Rongtan clicked on it, and found that it was Aite from GR Zhao Zichu.

[@GR-First Zhao Zichu: It's @RTG-Ring, don't fucking spread the word.Song Gou came out and explained. //@电赛娱乐先锋：……]

The report forwarded by Zhao Zichu was a marketing account, and the title was very instructive.

[RTG coaches and celebrities exploded in homosexuality, being weak and dependent in the arms of the guards]

Song Rongtan:?

If it weren't for the hospital, he would never have been able to hold back his "fuck" in a straight voice.

The marketing account also attached a few photos.

The photo was obviously taken secretly, and the background is the infusion area where they are sitting now.

Fang Huai's mask was pulled down under his nose at some point, probably because he felt that he couldn't breathe.He was covered with a coat that obviously did not belong to him, and his body leaned against the shoulder of the young man beside him.

Sitting next to him is the so-called "star" of the marketing account. He has a black hat, a black mask, and the muscles of the forearm under the short sleeves are not exaggerated.

Circled by the red circle, there are two people who seem to be holding hands.

Under the marketing account are people watching the excitement with rhythm, and guessing whether Fang Huai has money and sex behind his back... Aite has everyone, and some people even have Aite on the RTG official blog.

Song Rongtan got up instantly.

He first forwarded Weibo to the manager, and then directly forwarded the marketing account himself.

[@RTG-Ring: That's your fucking grandpa and me. ]

After the RTG official blog was launched, he reacted quickly. In order to prevent Song Rongtan from taking the lead in spraying the marketing account with blood, he expertly patched him.

[RTG E-Sports Club: Hahaha, is our Rongshen's yellow hair not conspicuous enough/doge]

Song Rongtan's thorny nature was exposed, and he was so angry that he didn't even give face to the official blog to smooth things over. He was about to continue typing, but the mobile phone in his hand was suddenly taken away.

He froze for a moment, only to realize that Fang Huai woke up at some point, and he had been watching him spouting for a while.

The effect of taking the three bags of medicine was immediate, and Fang Huai's mind cleared up again. He took Song Rongtan's phone and turned it upside down, squinting his eyes slightly.

The aura belonging to the coach returned to him.

"Arguing with someone? Want to get banned?"

Song Rongtan said: "I have a measure..."

Fang Huai nodded: "Your sense of propriety means you have the experience to play around the edges?"

Song Rongtan, who has a lot of experience in stabbing heads, lacks confidence: "Let me make a conclusion, otherwise they will think I'm cowardly..."

Fang Huai looked at him, picked up the phone: "May I speak for you?"

Song Rongtan hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Fang Huai typed.

[@RTG-Ring: The coach has confiscated the player's mobile phone, and RTG will hold the rumor maker accountable, so that's the end of the topic. ]

Fang Huai locked the screen and threw the phone back to Song Rongtan, and said with a chuckle, "...childish."

Then without a trace, he withdrew his hand that had been on the back of Song Rongtan's for a long time.

The body temperature has tended to balance during the long-term exchange, Fang Huai gently tightened his palms, grasping the temperature that he was not familiar with.

Song Rongtan beside him was stunned as if struck by lightning.

Fang Huai used to say that he was childish from time to time, but never more serious than this time.

Why did he take his hand back while talking?

The sharp thorns that had just stood up on the stab head fell to the ground with a splash, leaving only a soft mass curled up and trembling.

"Aren't you warming your hands?" Song Rongtan asked.

Fang Huai turned around and looked at him with strange eyes.

"You touch your own hand," he said.

Song Rongtan stuck it on his face.

cold.

Fang Huai's gaze was tolerant and understanding like an elder's, and he smiled lightly and said, "How old are you, why are you still so angry that your hands are cold?"

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