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

Sometimes, the collapse of the team bully image only takes one sentence, an instant.

The photographer didn't believe it at first, until the door was opened from the inside, Song Rongtan's drooping head and red ears hadn't faded.

"Hiss..." the photographer gasped.

Coach Fang looked...clear and thin...

It's pretty ruthless.

No wonder it is called "Devil Coach".

Song Rongtan walked up to the photographer and asked in a low voice, "Just now..."

The cameraman said very kindly: "Ring, don't worry, this is not a live broadcast camera, I can cut it out."

Song Rongtan nodded, and then looked at Fang Huai, with an expression of wanting to speak but not knowing how to speak.

The photographer sighed inwardly.

Sure enough... How can a coach who can lead to consecutive championships be a fuel-efficient lamp.

Even in the waiting room, RTG... no, it can even be said that the thorny head of the domestic TETD professional circle is scolded by the ear. This method... really makes people dare not think about it!

The schedule of the domestic league finals is very tight, and the eight-to-four match will end in two days. Therefore, RTG's four-to-two will be played in two days.

The opponent is EUP.

On the night before the game, when the lottery results came out, Zhao Zichu called Fang Huai.

When the caller ID was on on Fang Huai's phone, Fang Huai's phone was placed between his and Song Rongtan's seats.

Song Rongtan frowned fiercely when he saw the words [Zhao Zichu] above.

Fang Huai's remarks to him were just a cold and ordinary [Ring], Zhao Zichu, why not!

Fang Huai glanced at the screen, intending to get up and go out to pick it up, but Song Rongtan reached out and held down the phone.

[What are you doing? ] Fang Huai lowered his eyes and asked with his eyes.

"It's not too much for the RTG captain to listen to the call of the GR captain, right?"

Bibabu was broadcasting live, Song Rongtan lowered his voice, pursed his lips, but the strength of his hands did not decrease at all.

Fang Huai didn't speak, just looked at him indifferently for a few seconds, pushed the phone to the edge of the table, and picked up the hanging part.

Song Rongtan grabbed the phone with his backhand.

Fang Huai's arms stiffened for a moment, and the skin under the long-sleeved shirt tensed up.

The two stood still for a few seconds.

Fang Huai finally moved his hands, curled up his knuckles, and tried to push Song Rongtan's hand away.

His slightly cool fingertips lightly brushed Song Rongtan's palm, causing a deep itching.

Song Rongtan withdrew his hand like an electric shock.

He didn't see it, Fang Huai slightly raised the corner of his lips before turning around and going out.

"Hello? Brother Huai! Let's play EUP tomorrow!" Zhao Zichu didn't ask Fang Huai why he answered the phone so late, and said excitedly, "See you in the finals!"

Fang Huai said calmly, "You too."

Zhao Zichu laughed a few times before asking again: "Well, brother Huai...will you change teams next year?"

Fang Huai understood immediately.He said that although Zhao Zichu seemed to be close to him, he was actually a little afraid of him, so he would definitely not call him for no reason.

"Not necessarily." He said ambiguously.

Zhao Zichu said: "Then if GR wins in the finals, Brother Huai will consider us!"

Fang Huai didn't even hesitate for half a second: "No."

Zhao Zichu's wailing came from the other end of the phone.

"Brother Huai—you won't be really bewitched by that dog Song Rongtan... No, that guy must have put some kind of Gu on!" Zhao Zichu said.

These words were like throwing a stone on a calm lake, Fang Huai smiled lightly.

"Maybe." He said casually, "If there is nothing else, we still need to train."

Zhao Zichu hurriedly said goodbye, not daring to disturb him anymore.

Almost the moment Fang Huai opened the door and came back, Song Rongtan's eyes were fixed on Fang Huai.

The remaining smile on his face has not faded.

The smile fell on Song Rongtan's eyes, but it was particularly dazzling.

Before Fang Huai looked over, he withdrew his gaze and lowered his eyes to cover his gloomy expression.

When the arrow was on the string, Song Rongtan realized that the string of reason in his mind was already tense to the point of danger.

The next day, the four-in-two games were consecutive, and GR won the game first. At this moment, the whole team is sitting in the audience and preparing to watch the next game between RTG and EUP.

Song Rongtan didn't play, and in the first round of BO3, EUP directly caught Xiaobald and went crazy. Xiaobald himself was only a rookie player who debuted for half a year, and he almost won all the way in the first half of the season. He hasn't been tempered yet. The state of mind suddenly panicked.

EUP seized this gap and quickly won the first game.

EUP match point.

After the first round, there was a dead silence in the RTG lounge, only the sound of Fang Huai flipping through his notebook, as if to remind everyone of the passage of time.

"I want to play."

Song Rongtan got up suddenly.

His gaze was fixed on Fang Huai, and the affirmation in his voice could not be questioned by anyone - including Fang Huai.

Fang Huai didn't refuse immediately, but frowned uncontrollably.

"Song Rongtan, don't be impulsive..." The manager said in a hurry, "RTG has already won the World Championship tickets! It's only a summer competition, it's important for you to heal your injuries..."

"Every game is important." Song Rongtan said.

"Ring." Fang Huai called him suddenly, and Song Rongtan raised his eyes to meet him.

It was the first time he saw such a look in Fang Huai's eyes.

"Are you... are you sure playing will not affect your recovery?" Fang Huai hesitated for a moment when he spoke, but his tone was as usual, extremely calm.

Song Rongtan saw his own shadow in his eyes, his solemn expression suddenly relaxed, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

"No." He smiled. "The doctor said I can train for three hours a day. I was lazy this morning and didn't train."

I'm watching the coach in the morning.

He added this sentence in his heart.

The manager still hesitated: "Coach Fang..."

Fang Huai closed his notebook and made a decision: "End, Ring replaces Twelve."

Soon, the rest time was over, the second round of BO3 was ready to start, and players from both sides entered the field.

On the RTG side, several people came out from the backstage one by one. When the blond young man who fell at the end of the line appeared, the RTG fans in the audience screamed instantly.

It's like seeing a ray of sunshine after living in darkness for a long time.

Song Rongtan's appearance undoubtedly gave everyone a reassurance. The weather was extremely hot today, and he didn't wear a team uniform when he came here, and his arms wrapped in gauze under his short sleeves were particularly conspicuous.

Before sitting on the competition bench, Fang Huai tugged at the hem of his clothes.

"Don't force it," he warned.

Song Rongtan didn't nod or shake his head.

"I'll win." That's all he said.

Fang Huai frowned, but Song Rongtan looked away abnormally, turned around and sat on the competition bench.

According to the regulations of the competition system, after taking their seats, the players cannot turn their heads to communicate with the coaches.

After each side bans a map, the system enters a random selection - [Wilga Jungle].

A chapter that desperately needs a map for Assaulters to play.

Fang Huai clenched his hand, and the 120-second countdown began.

"Two sets of plans..."

"I'm C." Song Rongtan interrupted Fang Huai's words.

He knew that Fang Huai would also give a set of tactics with Dazhong as the C position to reduce his operating pressure.

But since he is on stage, there is no such thing as avoiding the carry position.

Fang Huai's breathing suddenly became disordered for a moment, and he closed his eyes.

But he still spoke, his voice trembling slightly that he didn't even notice.

"Okay." He compromised with Song Rongtan tactically for the first time, "Ring is the master C."

This was a set of tactics tailor-made for Song Rongtan. It had a high winning rate, but it also liked his performance.

After Song Rongtan left the field for a short time, he returned to the field in an invincible posture, with a full sense of oppression, and ended the game in just 13 minutes.

RTG regained one point and came to the match point with EUP.

During the intermission, Fang Huai reconfirmed that there was nothing wrong with Song Rongtan's arm.

"Play fast break in the end game." Fang Huai said.

Song Rongtan said: "Don't be in such a hurry, it's been three hours of training, it's only going so far..."

Fang Huai stared at him coldly: "You know better than me how much the difference between the state of competition and the state of training consumes people."

Song Rongtan could not refute.

In fact, there was already some faint pain in his arm.

But he has to win this game.

It is impossible for him to give GR the chance to win the championship...he will kill Zhao Zichu himself.

EUP did not fulfill their wishes. In this life-and-death double match point game, EUP was finally willing to take out a new tactic that he had hidden for more than half the season and was originally planning to use it in the championship game.

RTG's offense was repeatedly cracked by EUP, and the time came to 32 groups.

Through the lens of the big screen, Fang Huai could almost see the sweat on Song Rongtan's forehead.

He doesn't usually sweat.Fang Huai pursed his lips tightly, his mood almost fell to the bottom.

It was the coach's job to detect the new tactics of the enemy team, but EUP's tactics were so well hidden that he didn't realize it.

He failed his job.

Fang Huai held his breath.

On the court, RTG and EUP are still evenly divided, but Fang Huai knows that because Song Rongtan and Dazhong are both wounded, the longer the delay, the lower the winning rate of RTG will be.

In the blink of an eye, the EUP snipers were sure to miss a single shot.

opportunity!

Song Rongtan jumped out of the cover in an instant, the gun in his hand almost turned into a long sword that spewed out flames.

[RTG-Ring uses M4|A4 to kill EUP-fuha]

[RTG-Ring uses M4|A4 to kill EUP-Gan]

[RTG-Ring uses M4|A4 to kill EUP-Nia]

Single triple kill! !

—He broke through the thorns all the way in the hail of bullets.

After the extreme silence, the field cheers resounded!

"Congratulations to RTG—the Jedi counterattack! Got the ticket to the domestic league finals!"

"At the same moment the day after tomorrow, let us look forward to the peak match between the two top teams of RTG and GR!!"

Song Rongtan let out a long breath. He took off the earphone with one hand and stood up. He saw Fang Huai standing under the competition seat at first sight.

Fang Huai was also looking at him.

He smiled and walked over, and was about to say something handsome, but Fang Huai hugged him tightly without warning.

His pupils suddenly tightened.

"... Thank you for your hard work." He heard Fang Huai's voice, which was so soft that he was almost drowned in the cheers of the suddenly raised crowd.

Song Rongtan tilted his head and glanced at the GR people sitting under the stage. Zhao Zichu was sitting on his seat, his eyes locked on the embracing figure of him and Fang Huai.

Across the distance from the stage, he suddenly met Zhao Zichu's eyes.

Song Rongtan only felt that his heart was being clenched, and his mind kept replaying Fang Huai's smile when he returned from answering the phone last night.

He suddenly stuck out the tip of his tongue, pressed against his own canine teeth, grazed the sharp edges fiercely, and smiled almost viciously.

He reached out and put the gauze-wrapped arm into Fang Huai's windbreaker.

"A little bleeding." He felt Fang Huai subconsciously wanting to let go, and leaned his head against his ear, his tone was almost coquettish, but his voice was hoarse because of depression.

"...Help me cover it up."

Fang Huai paused.

Song Rongtan's palm was almost touching Fang Huai's shirt, and he slowly climbed to his lower back, making a gesture of hugging him back.

Fang Huai's shirt was always neatly dressed, with the hem tucked into his trousers, and he used his belt to draw out his provocatively thin waistline like a painting.

The shirt was unavoidably gathered into several folds, one of which fell right where Song Rongtan's fingertips were resting.

Song Rongtan used a little force to smooth it out, but the back muscles covered under the palm seemed to have been touched to a forbidden place, and suddenly trembled and tightened.

"Brother Huai." Song Rongtan bent down, rested his forehead on Fang Huai's shoulder, hid the gloomy look in his eyes, and spoke in a very obedient tone.

"...the shirt is creased."

He moved his arms slightly, groped under the loose windbreaker with his hot fingertips, and then smoothed out the next eye-catching fold.

Fang Huai bit his lip hard, closed his eyes to cover his suddenly distracted expression.

Trembling spread from his waist and eyes, and the itching invaded the bone crevices, he clenched his teeth subconsciously.

On the dark blue background of the RTG team uniform T-shirt, a pair of beautiful and slender hands clenched hard, then loosened weakly, messing up the originally flat fabric.

The pads of his fingers were almost white, and the dark cloth overflowed from between his fingers.

Song Rongtan's ears were only three centimeters away from Fang Huai's lips, and he could clearly hear any of Fang Huai's suppressed and broken voices.

Only he can hear it.

Song Rongtan opened his eyes suddenly, looked over Fang Huai's back and looked at Zhao Zichu, and said something normal with a light smile.

"Coach...they're all watching you."

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Gouzi: An NTR drama is staged in my heart.