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

It was rare for Fang Huai to see Song Rongtan without his team uniform.

It's just simple short-sleeved jeans, wearing a basic jacket that is common on the street, but it looks like a new product release on a model catwalk when worn on him.

There was a hat on Song Rongtan's head. Fang Huai looked familiar, but when he got closer, he realized that it was the one that Song Rongtan put on when he was sick and went to the hospital, because Song Rongtan "attracted bees and butterflies" .

After returning to the base, he gave Song Rongtan a scolding, and even forgot about going to pick up his hat.In addition, he seldom wears a hat, so he didn't think about it afterwards.

Zhao Zichu also noticed the hat. After identifying it for a while, he said in surprise, "I'll go, Huai... Senior. Song Rongtan seems to have bumped into your hat."

Song Rongtan, who walked in, just heard this sentence, and was alert: "Do you know he has this hat?"

Zhao Zichu frowned at first, then thought of something, and raised his eyebrows provocatively: "I don't know if I gave it to you?"

Song Rongtan's eyes suddenly became weird, and he turned his head to look at Fang Huai.

Zhao Zichu also looked over suspiciously, feeling a bad premonition in his heart.

Fang Huai, who was caught between the two, put his hand to his lips and coughed uncomfortably.

"It was given to me by First and a few team members." He first explained to Song Rongtan, then turned to Zhao Zichu and said, "This one is mine."

Zhao Zichu:? ? ?

Just as he was about to speak to Song Rongtan, he suddenly showed a confused expression.

No, but he clearly remembers... Song Rongtan, a bitch, has a cleanliness freak.

When he and Song Rongtan were at odds—of course, they couldn't get along harmoniously now, but there was a period of time before when the two fought extremely fiercely.

One time, he and Song Rongtan, two popular players of the new generation, were arranged for an official event to take promotional photos.

The official dresses they rented out were said to be very expensive, and were even worn by many entertainment stars on the red carpet, but Song Rongtan glanced at them and showed a disgusted expression for a moment.

Zhao Zichu felt that if he was a stylist, he would drag and beat Song Rongtan on the spot.

But the stylist is obviously a good-looking dog. It was obviously a surprise to find Song Rongtan's good face outside of the entertainment industry. He immediately asked kindly: "This contestant...does he like our costumes?" Where is the design unsatisfactory? You bring it up, and we discuss and change it?"

Song Rongtan smiled slightly at the time, and said apologetically: "The shape is very good, but I am a bit of a clean freak. What kind of dress do you want? I will buy it."

Zhao Zichu choked on a mouthful of water.

It was rumored in the circle that Song Rongtan was probably from a rich second generation, and he held RTG shares when he joined the team, but he never said anything, and Zhao Zichu always thought it was fake.

Facing the handsome guy's request, the stylist thought for a moment and agreed.

Since then, every time Zhao Zichu looked at Song Rongtan, his eyes were a little different.

After all, this is someone who is willing to spend five or six figures for nothing for his own cleanliness...

However, it is such a person who has such a serious obsession with cleanliness that he has to spend money to eliminate disasters, and now he is wearing a hat that another person has worn countless times.

Zhao Zichu straightly said something, and when he thought about it, he suddenly said: "Song Rongtan, aren't you a clean freak? Okay?"

When he mentioned this, Fang Huai also remembered that when RTG went on a trip before, Song Rongtan didn't even want to sit on the sofa in the hotel.

For a while, Fang Huai hesitated to speak.He clearly felt that Song Rongtan's arm on his shoulder froze for a second.

Immediately afterwards, Song Rongtan chuckled, relaxed and said, "It's half done."

Zhao Zichu looked at him suspiciously.

Song Rongtan didn't intend to explain clearly to him at first, so he shrugged: "Whatever you think, anyway, I can wear brother Huai's hat if I want."

His tone of voice was like elementary school students saying to each other "you can't wear it, just a little bit" when they were provocative.

Fang Huai suddenly said, "Give it back to me."

Song Rongtan:?

His head was resting on Fang Huai's shoulder, Fang Huai raised his hand slightly, and grabbed the brim of his hat.

Song Rongtan reached out and pressed the top of his head with sharp eyes and hands.

His movements were too hasty, he didn't hold back his strength, and slid all the way to the brim of his hat.

The fingertips hit the soft back of another person's warm hand.

... It was as if he reached out his hand to put it on Fang Huai's hand on purpose.

Song Rongtan's rounded nails poked lightly on the back of his hand, causing a small electric shock-like feeling, and Fang Huai subconsciously withdrew his hand.

His reaction was too great, Song Rongtan was stunned for a moment, but due to Zhao Zichu's presence, he could only suppress his heart for a while, and pressed hard on his hat that was almost returned to its original owner.

Fang Huai stretched out his hand again, and pushed Song Rongtan's head hard through the fabric of the hat.

"Take your head away...it's hot." He said coldly, "How old are you."

Song Rongtan didn't move, just bent his eyes and smiled, like a good boy who answered every question: "20."

Fang Huai: ...

"First is also 20." He said suddenly.

As soon as Fang Huai finished speaking, Zhao Zichu felt that Song Rongtan's gaze on him became colder.

He subconsciously rubbed his arm with goosebumps.

"Song Rongtan?" Fang Huai gave him an ultimatum, his voice already hinting at anger.

Song Rongtan put it away when he saw it, and straightened up.

"Then Brother Huai and I will leave first." He said kindly, while smiling at Zhao Zichu in a direction Fang Huai couldn't see.

"Won't you give me a ride if you have a car?" Zhao Zichu couldn't believe it.

Song Rongtan spread his hands helplessly: "I really want to, but it's really inconvenient. We have to take a detour to another place."

Zhao Zichu has always been dubious about his words.

Fang Huai explained: "I really have to go somewhere else first, let me call you a taxi."

"...How old is he? Can't he take a taxi by himself?" Song Rongtan muttered.

Zhao Zichu was already ready to refuse.Today's dinner was initiated by him, of course he was embarrassed to ask Fang Huai to help him take a taxi.

But being interrupted by Song Rongtan, he immediately rebelled and changed his mind.

He immediately smiled obediently: "Then thank you senior, my mobile phone is about to run out of battery."

Song Rongtan opened his mouth and wanted to say something more, but Fang Huai pressed down on the brim of his hat, and could only stand aside angrily.

He stood where he was again, and waited with Fang Huai for Zhao Zichu's car for 5 minutes.Seeing that today's birthday star got into the car and left safely, they walked towards their car.

"Where are we going?" Song Rongtan asked.

Fang Huai looked at him knowingly asking the question, amused in his heart, and said flatly: "Go back to the base."

Song Rongtan learned his lesson this time, and didn't fall for his tricks again. She curled her lips and said viciously, "I won't return. You were kidnapped by me!"

As he spoke, he helped Fang Huai open the car door, and even reached out to protect the top of his head.

The two sat side by side in the back seat of the car, and Song Rongtan told the driver to drive to the venue for their afternoon game.

"You were kidnapped by me, did you respond?" Song Rongtan asked.

Fang Huai leaned on the comfortable back seat with a relaxed expression, his eyes narrowed slightly because of sleepiness as he looked out of the window.

...like a cat sleeping.

"It's up to you." He said, his voice was like the tip of a cat's nose, slightly cool but soft and moist.

Song Rongtan suddenly sniffed lightly.

"You've been drinking." He didn't even use a questioning tone.

"Hmm." Fang Huai made a vague nasal sound at will.

"do you mind?"

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at Song Rongtan.

The night in the city is grotesque. The car is driving on the brightly lit viaduct. The glass exterior walls of the buildings on both sides reflect the neon lights of various colors.

But they were all just matching for the black-haired young man in the car.

On top of the white wine, Fang Huai's eyes were stained a little drunken red, looking at Song Rongtan with sleepy eyes that had just woken up from intoxication.

"Why don't we go to the stadium?" Song Rongtan said suddenly.

Fang Huai blinked very slowly.

As the car drove past the street lights, the spot of light briefly revealed the redness on Song Rongtan's ears hidden in the shadows.

Song Rongtan didn't notice it, and tried to maintain a normal tone: "It's very uncomfortable after drinking...you can buy handicrafts anytime."

As he said, he leaned over to get a little closer, and took a few sniffs very lightly.

Fang Huai stepped back subconsciously, and pressed his ear against the cold glass window, only then did he realize that the skin around his ear was hot.

The drunkenness that was not strong at all dissipated in an instant, Fang Huai stretched out his hand to clamp Song Rongtan's head like a claw machine, and sent him back to the seat on the other side in the opposite direction, saying: "It's okay, go."

Song Rongtan sat back down, but still looked back at him frequently, a little worried.

Back then, after he had finished his college entrance examination and was released from the prison of the school after serving his sentence, he heard that Fang Huai had retired and left the country, so no matter how he sent him a message, nothing would come of him.

Seeing his ecstasy every day, his brother thought he was broken in love, and secretly took him to get drunk at home in the middle of the night, and the two brothers drank more than a dozen bottles of his father's expensive Tibetan wine together.

His brother was a good drinker, and went to work early the next day like a normal person.However, Song Rongtan reacted greatly. He slept through the afternoon and had a splitting headache for two whole days. His appearance was so self-effacing that he was severely scolded by his father that day.

Since then, Song Rongtan has had a psychological shadow on drinking.

"Are you all right?" he asked again.

Fang Huai frowned slightly, didn't look at him, and said coldly, "Do you still want to borrow a breathalyzer from the traffic police?"

Song Rongtan smiled.

It was almost 10 pm when the car stopped in front of the stadium.Only two lights were dimly lit at the entrance of the venue.

"Closed?" Fang Huai asked after getting out of the car and taking a look.

Song Rongtan took out his phone to check the time, his eyes suddenly lit up, he grabbed Fang Huai's wrist with his backhand, raised his legs and ran.

The whistling wind passed by his ears, and Fang Huai was startled by his sudden start.Dian Feng

Just as he was about to speak, he took a breath and coughed before asking, "What are you doing!"

"Closed at 10 o'clock!" Song Rongtan turned her head and smiled at him with her eyes bent, her eyes seemed to be filled with a handful of bright lights.

Xia Feng pasted two tufts of messy blond hair to his cheeks, and raised his light baseball uniform rustlingly. The zipper rose and fell with his footsteps, hitting the clasped hands of the two with a crisp sound like a lone The silver bell that belongs here.

"Brother Huai! There are still 2 minutes..."

Fang Huai suddenly tilted his head, took off his glasses and held them in his hands.

He hadn't been like this for a long time, running on the road recklessly.

The headlights behind them stretched the shadows of the two of them very long. They walked along the stone road, and the sound of insects entangled in the wind, pulling Fang Huai's long-silent emotions.

Losing the protection of his glasses, the oncoming wind hit his eyes, bringing a sour and wet feeling.

They turned a corner, and two or 300 meters ahead was the entrance of the stadium.The headlights behind them were gradually unable to illuminate them.

The security guards patrolling in the distance had already stood at the gate of the venue, and raised their hands to turn off the only two lights left at the gate.

The front fell into darkness without warning.

"Brother Security, wait a minute!" Song Rongtan yelled.

In the thick darkness, Fang Huai's heartbeat had never been so fast, and there was an echo of Song Rongtan in his ears, gently falling on his eardrums.

Two seconds later, the warm white light came back on, and the hand holding Fang Huai's wrist tightened slightly.

After almost hesitating for a moment, Fang Huai flipped his wrist, pulled his palm upwards, and held Song Rongtan's warm and strong wrist back.

The pulse belonging to another person was beating in his palm, extremely clear, almost resonating at the same frequency as him.