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

By the time everyone in RTG got up and went back to the base, it was already late at night.There were only Song Rongtan and Fang Huai left in the ward, the late-night players who often slept late in the training room, and they didn't feel sleepy at the moment.

Fang Huai was tidying up his escort's bed by the window, and Song Rongtan had been sitting on his own bed watching him secretly.

He opened his mouth several times, but he didn't know what to say, always afraid that Fang Huai would show that attitude of not wanting to talk to you again.

Finally, he simply pulled the quilt and wrapped his head in the quilt.

When Fang Huai turned his head, he saw a big quilt bug on the bed.

He smiled silently, then straightened his face again, and said in a calm voice, "Thank you today."

After a long time, there was a muffled sound from the bed: "...Oh."

Song Rongtan almost blushed under the covers.

He remembered that in the afternoon, he had stubbornly wanted to withdraw his arm from Fang Huai's hand.But because Fang Huai suddenly called out his name, he subconsciously handed it back.

The speed is really very fast.

...It was so embarrassing that I couldn't catch up with him at that time.

But now, that embarrassment is late but has arrived.

Hearing Fang Huai's voice, his tone was still very calm: "I was impulsive when I scolded you this afternoon, sorry."

Song Rongtan sat up suddenly from the quilt.

His hair was messy and sticking to his face, making him look depressed but full of aggression.

"This is the last time." His voice was low.

Fang Huai froze for a moment, but didn't realize it for a while: "What?"

Song Rongtan said in a deep voice, "I'll let you scold me like that for the last time, and I won't refute."

After his words fell, Fang Huai remained silent for half a minute without replying, and the two stared at each other in the cold light. In the end, it was Song Rongtan who was defeated first, and lay down again as if giving up on himself, closing his eyes.

Then he clenched his hands under the blanket tightly.

Song Rongtan felt that the current self was like the second guy in an idol drama who was just a tool for completing the plot.

I have been by the protagonist's side all the time, but now everything I do for the protagonist is nothing more than making a wedding dress for the male protagonist.

... The protagonist wouldn't really like him anyway.

The more he thought about it, the more sad Song Rongtan felt.

People who are obedient to the protagonist have never been able to make it to the end.

Men are not bad men do not love!Which idol drama's male protagonist is really that kind of well-behaved, gentle and considerate type?

No! !

The male lead is a thorn!School bully!

Song Rongtan clenched his fists, determined to change.

He never listened to Fang Huai's words.

He opened his eyes in the darkness of the bed, thinking secretly.

——From now on, the one standing in front of you... will be Niu Hulu and Song Rongtan.

Outside of his quilt barrier, Fang Huai raised his eyebrows and looked at the guy who had turned into a quilt bug again, feeling a little helpless.

But more still find it funny.

Especially after combining the two identities of Song Rongtan and A Yuan...

He pursed his lips to stop the smile that almost made a sound, and asked in a neutral tone, "Are you sleeping?"

Song Rongtan's voice was stiff, and he answered almost without hesitation: "Not together."

Fang Huai paused for turning off the light.

... What the hell are you talking about?

Song Rongtan also realized that he had said something out of his mouth for a while, and his heart was suffocated, but he still poked his head out very quickly, and coughed lightly as if nothing had happened.

"Not together...do you want to watch the video of your opponent in the next match?"

He acted like a mature captain should be - even in his illness, he still cared about the team game.

Fang Huai looked at him for two seconds, and noticed the blush on his cheeks, whether it was suppressed under the quilt, or for other reasons.

Kind of cute.

Fang Huai walked over and stood beside Song Rongtan's bed.

Song Rongtan subconsciously looked down at her bed.

The condition of the single ward is very good. The width of the beds is 1.5 meters, and the accompanying bed is also 1.2 meters, which is very comfortable.

With a width of 1.5 meters, it is also possible for two adults to lie down.

...Wait what he was thinking.

Song Rongtan closed his eyes, shook off the thoughts that popped up in his head, raised his head and asked vigilantly, "What are you doing?"

Fang Huai squinted his eyes and looked at him with a calm tone, but Song Rongtan felt a hint of danger in his eyes.

"You want me to stand?" he asked softly.

Song Rongtan was dumbfounded for a moment, then stumbled after a while and said, "Then...then you can borrow a stool outside."

Fang Huai took a deep look at him, turned and went out.

The sound of the ward door being closed was like a heavy knock on Song Rongtan's heart.

His fingers in the quilt were almost broken, and even touched the wound, causing sharp pain.

Within a few seconds, Song Rongtan began to frequently check the time on his phone.

In just two or three minutes, he has already watched it ten times.

Why hasn't Fang Huai come back yet?It's so late, is there anyone outside?Will he fail to borrow on this floor and have to go to other floors.Will I be scolded by a very fierce nurse...

Song Rongtan's thoughts became more and more outrageous. He looked at his 1.5-meter-wide bed and silently moved a little to the side.

He vacated half of the wide hospital bed, and the patient huddled in the corner of the bed, looking at the empty side, feeling a little regretful.

In fact... it's not impossible... After all, this kind of thing is still... taking advantage of yourself...

The door of the ward was pushed open, and Song Rongtan immediately looked up.

Fang Huai came back empty-handed.

Song Rongtan admitted that his first reaction was overjoyed.

He cast a nonchalant look at Fang Huai, and put on an expression of reluctance.

"... Forget it, you come up." He lifted the quilt and patted the bed.

Fang Huai lowered his eyelashes slowly, looked at his bed, and raised his eyebrows: "Cleanliness?"

Song Rongtan gritted his teeth forbearance: "It's okay."

Fang Huai raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "Then this doctor is a master of general practice."

I think you are laughing at me, but I have no proof.

Song Rongtan looked at Fang Huai with his back turned to him, with resentful eyes.

Suddenly the bed beside him sank slightly, and his whole body froze.

Fang Huai sat up.

"You, don't you take off your pants when you sleep?" Song Rongtan asked dryly.

Fang Huai paused.

He turned his head slightly, and his eyes fell on Song Rongtan's lower body covered by the quilt.

Song Rongtan only felt that the hairs all over his body stood on end.

"I didn't take it off!" He subconsciously pressed the corner of his quilt.

The ward was full of people just now, how could he change his pants in front of so many people? ?

Fang Huai withdrew his gaze, and his tone remained calm: "It's not convenient for your hands. Do you want to change them?"

[Do you want to change it]

[I'll help you]

[Take off pants]

……

Song Rongtan was just sitting there quietly, when suddenly his head became red all the way to his fingertips.

He seemed to be burned all over.

Fang Huai... what are you doing! ...How can you say such a thing!

"I'm asking you something." Fang Huai, who didn't wait for a reply, frowned slightly, and was about to turn around.

Song Rongtan suddenly put his hand on his back shoulder, preventing him from turning around to see himself like this.

Little did he know that the redness of his fingertips resting on Fang Huai's shoulders had already exposed everything.

Fang Huai turned his back to him, lowered his eyes lightly, looked at the red finger on his shoulder, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, let him sit for two seconds, stretched out his hand and flicked Song Rongtan's fingertips lightly .

"Don't waste time, you are a patient, I won't force you to work overtime if you don't want to watch the video."

Song Rongtan repeatedly confirmed that the redness all over his body had faded, then withdrew his arm, and answered word by word: "I voluntarily."

"I am the captain of RTG, this is what I should do."

His tone was anything but voluntary.

Fang Huai sat on the bed and leaned against the same large cushion with Song Rongtan. He grabbed the corner of the quilt with his hand and tried to pull it up, but turned his head and glanced at Song Rongtan, as if asking for advice.

Song Rongtan didn't say a word, and very consciously reached out to help him pull it up and covered his leg.

When all his hands were withdrawn, he roared impotently and furiously in his heart.

Song Rongtan! !

we agreed.

Disobedient? !

He closed his eyes, only feeling that he was too disappointing.

Fang Huai keenly noticed that he was distracted, and said coldly: "I don't want to watch, no one is forcing you."

Song Rongtan immediately sat up straight, feeling almost sluggish.

Obviously on the bed|on...how did he maintain his coaching status!

Song Rongtan remained motionless, with his hands on his lap, like an obedient kindergarten child.

"I voluntarily."

Fang Huai glanced at him coldly: "You better be."

In order to show his sincerity, Song Rongtan immediately put forward his own opinions on the tactics that can be referred to in the video.

Sure enough, Fang Huai's attention was drawn away immediately.

……

It was like this at first, but later on Song Rongtan looked more and more energetic, but Fang Huai, who raised his hand to record in his notebook from time to time, gradually lost his movement.

Song Rongtan asked a question, but didn't get an answer for a long time, just as he was about to turn his head to ask, he suddenly felt his shoulders sink.

Fang Huai fell asleep.

The ipad in his hand lost the support of his fingers, and it was about to fall and hit Fang Huai's beautiful and slender wrist.

Song Rongtan immediately reached out to pick it up, and tried hard to keep his upper body still.

A set of difficult movements was done very well, the ipad was firmly supported by him in the palm of his hand, and Fang Huai's head was still quietly resting on his shoulder.

Song Rongtan subconsciously made her breathing a little lighter, for fear of waking up the people around her.

He turned his head cautiously to look.

Song Rongtan knew that he was taller than Fang Huai, but he rarely saw Fang Huai's face from this angle.

This is an overly intimate angle and distance, like lovers sleeping in an embrace, with complete and unreserved trust.

At this angle, Fang Huai's eyelashes looked extraordinarily slender and dense, and the light from the reading lamp couldn't penetrate them, so they could only cast a fluffy shadow under his eyes.

His hair was not as fine and soft as Song Rongtan's, and a handful fell on the skin of Song Rongtan's neck, causing a bit of itching, causing a tingling sensation, and trembling spread to every inch of the tactile place.

He seemed thirsty for speaking, his lips were dry, and he pursed it lightly.

When Song Rongtan realized it, his hand had already reached Fang Huai's lips, leaving less than half a centimeter away from the soft lips.

Song Rongtan knew that his hands were hot, and they were very hot.Because he felt that Fang Huai's breath was as cool as his own.

He withdrew his hand and lightly twirled his empty fingertips.

Taking a deep breath silently, he silently turned down the sound of the iPad, and spent two or three minutes slowly transitioning, before finally pausing the video.

It is like a soft lullaby being gently and slowly pulled away, making people fall asleep.

Song Rongtan put the iPad on the bedside, tilted his head cautiously, Fang Huai's breath enveloped him in an instant.

And he only dared to touch his forehead lightly through his messy bangs while he was sleeping.

After an unknown period of time, Song Rongtan also closed his eyes, with a sense of satisfaction as if he had stolen candy from the corner of his mouth.

The reading lamp can't sense the movement of people under the lamp, and automatically makes the room sink into the twilight of night and sweet dreams. Fang Huai's breathing is next to Song Rongtan's ears, which is very soft but very real.

Two minutes later, Fang Huai slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were clear.

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