He kept himself under the quilt for too long, and it was not until lunch time that Bibabu knocked on his bedroom door.
"Song Dog? What are you doing... What's the matter?"
Song Rongtan was already in despair.
"It's okay." He said, "You go to eat first, and I'll come later."
Things are getting bigger! !
But no matter how turbulent his heart was, he still had to go downstairs to eat.
Mistakes have been made, things have been done... at least you have to be brave.
He didn't even expect Fang Huai to be gentle when beating him.
As long as Fang Huai is willing to beat him up, let him take off his pants and beat him up.
Five minutes later, Song Rongtan went downstairs, and as soon as he walked around the corner and entered the restaurant, he saw Fang Huai who was sitting on the side facing him.
The raised footsteps were retracted again, he paused, and then tried to maintain a normal expression and posture and walked over.
"...Good afternoon." Song Rongtan said.
Da Zhong gave him a strange look, and said with a smile, "Why are you so polite? It seems like you made a mistake."
Song Rongtan only felt that an arrow had been shot in his knee.
Fang Huai pressed the lock screen button of the phone, and a crisp notification sound came out.
Song Rongtan subconsciously shuddered.
Fang Huai's gaze slowly lifted from the phone, and fell on Song Rongtan very calmly... Finally, it stayed on his face.
Only then did Song Rongtan see Fang Huai's face clearly.
On his pale lip color, there is a small hole a few millimeters in size, like a branded mole, hanging on his slightly thin lower lip.
Song Rongtan's hand hidden under the table was suddenly clenched. If he hadn't often trimmed his nails because he had to type on the keyboard, he would have pierced his palm by now.
Da Zhong's eyes suddenly wandered back and forth between Fang Huai and Song Rongtan, his expression changed from doubt to understanding.
"Ah?! Captain! Your mouth is broken... Did you knock with the coach?!" The little bald man suddenly shouted.
Song Rongtan obviously felt that Fang Huai's gaze had cooled down.
"Oh, I'm not." He looked away first, pretending to be calm and explaining to the youngest bald boy in the team.
"I got it when I was brushing my teeth in the morning." He said, in order to support his remarks, he opened his mouth slightly and pointed to his obviously sharp canine teeth.
The little bald man leaned over to look at it, his curious look was like watching a big tiger open its mouth and pull out its teeth in a zoo, and he kept admiring.
"It's amazing..." He thought for a while, then suddenly touched his bald head full of strange thoughts, and said, "Wouldn't it be easy to bite through things?"
Song Rongtan swore that he heard Fang Huai's indistinct sneer.
"Yes, yes..." Song Rongtan could only bite the bullet and say.
His usual seat is next to Fang Huai, and today's situation is special, and he can't change the seat suddenly because of his embarrassment.
After standing there for a while, he went to the kitchen to help serve a few dishes, and then hesitantly took a seat beside Fang Huai.
Then Fang Huai pulled up the chair very obviously, and distanced himself from him.
The dish that Song Rongtan had just brought to his mouth fell into the bowl, and he bit down hard on the chopsticks.
"Hahaha Captain didn't wake up from the wine yesterday?" the little bald boy said without hesitation.
Fang Huai suddenly said, "I think he is quite sober."
"It's just that I probably forgot what I looked like last night."
There was a deep meaning in his words that only Song Rongtan could understand, and it seemed that he was just spouting something casually, but in Song Rongtan's ears, it seemed like a whisper that was specially spoken to him.
Although this whisper... There is a high probability that he is threatening him or scolding him.
But this kind of content that only two people know under the cover of being open and aboveboard still made him a little happy.
Song Rongtan used to think that he was like a fish in a fish pond. If Fang Huai hadn't often baited him, he would definitely be the one who was most likely to be satisfied.
Maybe as long as he can see the shadow of the person passing by the shore every day, lifted and dropped by the ripples, it is enough for him to happily spit bubbles all day long.
But this person is always more than that.
He would sit on the bank and cast the bait, watching Song Rongtan swim around chasing the bait.
Maybe he didn't do these things on purpose, but Song Rongtan is always the one who is willing to take the bait.
If possible, Song Rongtan really wanted to buy a T-shirt with "Don't feed stray animals casually" printed on it, and wear it in front of Fang Huai every day.
But he won't, because even if Fang Huai stops feeding him one day, he will rush over and compete with Fang Huai's new feeding target.
Song Rongtan looked down at the soup on the table, in which three quarters of Fang Huai's profile could be vaguely seen.
"Xiao Song...Xiao Song?"
Song Rongtan raised his head suddenly, and saw that everyone at the table was looking at him with inquisitive eyes—except Fang Huai.
"What's the matter? Look at Tang in a daze." Da Zhong smiled, "Do you want to learn how monkeys fish for the moon?"
Da Zhong's tone was casual, but the eyes he looked at Song Rongtan contained a deep meaning of guidance -- the deep meaning Song Rongtan thought.
Song Rongtan paused for a moment, and suddenly his eyes became firm.
He nodded slightly to the big clock.
The big bell looked back with some doubts.
Song Rongtan lowered his head and thought about it.
Da Zhong was right... so what if he just looked at a phantom like this?
The moon in the water is a reflection after all, if you want that bright moon...
Just reach out and pick it up.
In the second half of the meal, Song Rongtan ate almost as if his head had been cut off.
He was the first to put down the bowls and chopsticks, and before leaving the table, he softly said to Fang Huai: "Brother Huai, finish eating later...can you give me some time?"
Fang Huai nodded slightly, but did not give him half a look.
"Go to my office and wait." He said, "The assistant coach is not here, you take my key to open the door."
Song Rongtan gave a "hmm", took a key Fang Huai handed him and left.
[Assistant coach is absent...]
Fang Huai's cold and textured voice said this sentence, but it was inexplicably ambiguous.
Song Rongtan shook his head fiercely, thinking that it must be what happened last night, making his thoughts always slide into an abyss uncontrollably.
However, for those who have already stepped in, how can they simply shake their heads to clear their minds again?
Within two seconds, Song Rongtan was walking on the road in good order, and the pinnae of his ears were stained red again.
Fang Huai said that the assistant coach was not there.
There will be only the two of them in the office later.
Reason told Song Rongtan that there was a high probability...or in other words, it was absolutely impossible to hint at some color.
It's [-]% possible, it's just that Fang Huai wanted to find a quiet place to deal with him.
He was reading silently, but he still couldn't suppress another voice, speaking almost dreamy words.
[People should have dreams. ]
[What if...]
[What if he gets an affirmative answer to his later question? ]
[The closed room with only two people, just...]
He was thinking wildly all the way, and stood still at the door of the office. When he took out Fanghuai's key from his pocket, he realized that there was a small pendant on it.
His pupils shrank slightly.
It was the transparent glass tube that Fang Huai used to hold the stars.
Fang Huai probably sent it for repairs. The sharp cut that he had bitten into pieces was rounded off, and it no longer pricked his hands, and it became another style of beauty.
Song Rongtan pursed her lips, feeling a sudden sourness in her heart.
Even though Fang Huai didn't like Ah Yuan as a lover, but he was able to put things from him in a pendant close to his body and wear them for two years, Fang Huai must cherish this person...
In fact, after the night when he confessed his feelings to Fang Huai while wearing Ah Yuan's vest, within two days, he met Fang Huai again in the rankings.
They stand on opposite sides.
……
That game was won by Fang Huai's side. After the settlement interface popped up, Fang Huai's profile picture suddenly flashed in Song Rongtan's message prompt.
It was no exaggeration for Song Rongtan to say that he was overjoyed.
He knew Fang Huai's character well, and thought that Fang Huai would never talk to him after the last incident... Just like two or three years ago, after he confessed to Fang Huai, he was ignored for two whole weeks.
That cold war ended with Song Rongtan's apology.
He said that he had thought it over clearly, and hoped that Fang Huai would not mind his previous gaffe... He also wanted to be friends with Fang Huai.
It's just that this time, Song Rongtan didn't want to drag on so vaguely anymore.
He clicked on the message bar, and after a second or two of loading, Fang Huai's message popped up.
[Huai: Don't you have anything to say? ]
Song Rongtan laughed at himself.
[Brother Huai, I am Superman: Actually, I am really curious, who is so lucky to be liked by Brother Huai. ]
He looked at his id. He begged Fang Huai to change his name to this, but now he just finds it annoying.
[Huai: Being liked by me is not a good thing. ]
[Brother Huai, I drop Superman: Then it can make me fall into this bad luck anytime. ]
Fang Huai didn't reply, Song Rongtan could only break the embarrassment by himself.
[Brother Huai, I am Superman: Brother Huai, do you think about taking the exam... to like your team's Ring? ]
[Brother Huai, I am Superman: You see, he is not bad looking, he is good at playing games, he is the only one in the professional circle who can keep pace with you.NANZH]
[Huai: Are you his fan? ]
Song Rongtan pursed her lips.
[Brother Huai, I drop Superman: ... Yes, I am. ]
[Huai: Yes. ]
[Huai: Nothing else to say? ]
[Brother Huai, I drop Superman: Yes. ]
The "typing" on Fang Huai's side disappeared, as if waiting for his reply.
Song Rongtan's line had already been typed in the dialog box, but he deleted it completely by himself one second before sending it out.
Including the phrase "I love you".
[Brother Huai, I drop Superman: Forget it, it’s gone. ]
[Huai: Then I will answer a question for you. ]
What Fang Huai said next caused Song Rongtan to fall into regret that he couldn't extricate himself from - he shouldn't have said the first sentence.
[Huai: If I tell anyone I like it, I won’t tell Ring. ]
[Huai: Also, are you planning to change your id? ]
Song Rongtan had never been treated so coldly by Fang Huai on A Yuan's account.
Inexplicably, he had the illusion of being trained by Fang Huai while sitting in the training room.
He just thought that he couldn't distinguish between fantasy and reality.
……
The memories clearly reappeared in his mind, completely breaking the string of "what ifs" that still had a glimmer of hope in his heart.
He held Fang Huai's precious glass tube hanging on the key in his palm, and turned the key to open the door.
The curtains in the room hadn't been drawn yet, and the cold feeling eroded Song Rongtan's senses.
He lowered his eyes and sighed silently.
After 10 minutes, Fang Huai opened the door of the coach's office.
The curtains were drawn and the window opened a crack.
Song Rongtan has always been careful. He would open the windows to ventilate the training room every day when he was the first one to arrive. He also subconsciously did so in the office.
The sound of Fang Huai closing the door pulled him out of his inexplicable memories and emotions.
Song Rongtan turned his head and saw Fang Huai standing by the door, without going any further.
"you……"
"I--"
The two spoke almost at the same time, Fang Huai narrowed his eyes slightly: "You speak first."
Song Rongtan paused, and said, "Yesterday... I'm sorry."
Fang Huai raised his eyebrows, motioning for him to continue.
Song Rong Tanyue said, lowering her head more and more: "If you agree, I..."
"I can take charge!"
He didn't dare to look up - he was afraid of seeing Fang Huai's angry, cold eyes... maybe even hatred.
Although I don't know why, since Fang Huai was able to tell Ah Yuan about himself like that, he must not like [Song Rongtan] very much.
Even though it is often said that Song Rongtan is the player he admires the most.
But Fang Huai has always been a person who distinguishes between public and private. Song Rongtan only felt that he who used to think about it with a compliment was like a clown entertaining himself.
Song Rongtan went through those thoughts in his heart countless times before he heard Fang Huai speak.
"You know, I have people I like."
Song Rongtan nodded.
"As for who it is... I told you very clearly last night."
Song Rongtan raised his head abruptly.
After he woke up, he searched his memory all morning, but couldn't find any other valid memory
——Except for that scene, it only reminded him of a fragment, a trace of sound, and he needed to use all his strength to restrain the impulsive kiss.
He bumped into Fang Huai's clear eyes.
"Forgot?" Fang Huai's voice was flat.
Song Rongtan clenched her fists: "...um. I'm sorry."
"What did you forget?" Fang Huai asked, "What are you apologizing for?"
He stopped standing by the door, walked over calmly, stretched out his hand to push Song Rongtan who was in the way, and took his seat.
During this period, he didn't give him even half a look.
And that's the scariest thing.
Eyes can convey too many things. Compared with superficial expressions, it is an expression that cannot lie.
Not giving him the look, it's almost total ignorance.
Song Rongtan stood by his desk with his hands down, like a student who made a mistake in middle school and was asked by the teacher to reflect on it.
But now what he committed was almost a heinous mistake.
"I... kissed Brother Huai."
His voice was almost out of his throat, with a thick hoarseness.
"...without your consent."
Fang Huai's pen tip paused slightly when it was scribing across the paper, and a cloud of ink dots smudged on the paper.
"What else?" he asked.
Song Rongtan just shook his head.
Fang Huai raised his hand to take the cap of the pen and put it on, making a crisp chiming sound.
He raised the pen and tapped the table lightly and regularly a few times.
It was obviously just Fang Huai's casual movements, but to Song Rongtan, it was like the countdown bell of a death row prisoner before his execution.
Fang Huai finally put down his pen and leaned back on the back of the large and comfortable chair.
He finally looked up at Song Rongtan.
"If you don't remember, let me tell you again."
Song Rongtan nodded.
"I confessed to him." Fang Huai said, "As for who...I don't want to say any more."
Song Rongtan's fingertips turned cold instantly, and he forced out a smile.
"Then... Congratulations..." After Song Rongtan finished speaking, he didn't know what to say next.
After a long pause, he said again: "I apologize to you for what happened yesterday... I'm really very... sorry."
"And what I said just now, brother Huai...just pretend you didn't hear it."
Fang Huai looked at him with calm eyes: "Are you sure?"
Song Rongtan only felt that he was going to spoil him.
His heart, which had been throbbing like a needle because of Fang Huai's words, started beating violently because of his other words.
What is... are you sure.
Song Rongtan felt his palms sweating for the first time, but he didn't even have the energy to wipe it off, letting it turn into a slightly cool discomfort in the air.
"I'm...not sure." He said stiffly.
Fang Huai raised his chin slightly: "He rejected me."
Song Rong is sandalwood.
"What... what?" He asked subconsciously.
Fang Huai nodded, but because of the posture of raising his chin, it was more like a noble person sitting in a high position, who promised something like a charity.
"Then I..."
"I'll ask you again." Fang Huai interrupted him, "Do you want to take back what you just said?"
Song Rongtan made a swallowing motion, and his Adam's apple rolled uncontrollably.
He was like a fish that finally took the bait, was brought out of the water, and landed in Fang Huai's palm.
He was held in a vain grip, obviously he could escape here with a flick of his tail and return to his more comfortable water.
But he couldn't wag his tail.
He refused to wag his tail.
"I won't take it back." The dumb image in his voice seemed to have imposed thousands of restrictions on himself.
"I have someone I like." Fang Huai emphasized again.
Song Rongtan nodded, pursed his lips and smiled: "I know."
Fang Huai watched him quietly for a long time, then suddenly relaxed.
The originally tense and cold expression returned to its usual calmness.
Fang Huai spoke, even with a little smile.
"It's fine," he said, "It's not necessary."
Song Rongtan's hand that was about to raise suddenly froze.
"What..." he said dryly.
Fang Huai looked at him, and the emotion in his eyes was displayed in front of him without any concealment - there was no intention of forcing or joking at all.
"Just kidding you." Fang Huai said.
"Among the adults, everyone drank again...it's nothing."
He didn't wait for Song Rongtan's response for a long time, and asked with some doubts: "Do you mind?"
"That was me..." Song Rongtan paused, then gritted his teeth and said, "That was my first kiss."
Hearing this, Fang Huai just nodded calmly: "Then I have nothing to do."
Song Rongtan held his breath in his chest, unable to get out or in.
But he had to admit that Fang Huai was right.
What can he do?After all, yesterday...he was very impressed...
He grabbed Fang Huai's wrist... and pressed it on the lawn above his head.
Suddenly he realized something, and his eyes widened.
"Brother Huai... Then, yesterday's...wasn't it your... first kiss?"
Fang Huai looked at him quietly and asked, "What kind of answer do you hope to get?"
A stalk of Song Rongtan.
He... can't answer.
Fang Huai smiled imperceptibly.
He put the pen in his hand on the table, flicked it lightly with his fingertips, and it slowly rotated.
The beautifully patterned pen twirled all the way and rolled to Song Rongtan's hand.
"Championship gift." Fang Huai said, "I just bought it today."
In normal times, Song Rongtan would probably want to ask, "Is this pen unique to me, or do they all have it?"
But now the whole person is in a daze—probably because of the hangover.
"Only you have." Fang Huai answered for him.
However, before Song Rongtan's eyes brightened, Fang Huai answered again.
"Because you are the only one practicing calligraphy."
Song Rongtan gave a bewildered "hmm".
He picked up the pen and put it in his pocket, without looking at it carefully.
Sure enough, in the next second, Fang Huai gave the order to evict the guests: "Go back and rest, today's training is cancelled. Tomorrow will return to normal."
Song Rongtan gave a low "hmm".
Fang Huai suddenly stopped him and handed him a tube of ointment: "Wipe on your mouth."
Song Rongtan subconsciously glanced at the mole-like scar on Fang Huai's lips.
"I'm sorry," he said again.
He didn't know what else to say.
Fang Huai didn't want him to be responsible.
"What?" Fang Huai reacted for a moment before realizing why Song Rongtan was apologizing, raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Don't make mistakes."
Song Rongtan's heart almost stopped beating.
He didn't bite it, could it be someone else bit it? ?
"I knocked it myself." Fang Huai said, seeing that Song Rongtan hadn't reached out to take the ointment, he raised his hand and threw it to him.
The ointment drew a non-standard parabola in midair, and also imprecisely hit Song Rongtan on the head.
Song Rongtan came back to his senses, and frantically stretched out his hand to catch the ointment that had slipped from the top of his head.
He still wanted to say something, but Fang Huai raised his hand to stop him, and was kicked out of the coach's office just like that.
He even made the sound of closing the door with sticky reluctance.
After the sound of closing the door sounded, Fang Huai suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and the sound of his breathing suddenly became heavier. He leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes.
He clenched his teeth tightly, but he still couldn't restrain the bloodshot red that climbed behind his ears.
Song Rongtan...
Is it an idiot?
Fang Huai seldom cursed in his life, especially after becoming a professional player, every money in his hands flowed out before it was warmed up.
He doesn't swear, one is because he is afraid of fines, but also because he seldom cannot restrain the desire to swear.
Especially after working as a coach in the past two years, there is almost nothing wrong with his career. In other aspects, Fang Huai himself has a mediocre attitude, and naturally lives as if he has no desires and no desires.
However, in RTG this year, Song Rongtan made him break the vow of swearing twice.
Once he was even a little teasing.
This time...it was completely out of embarrassment.
It's just that Fang Huai didn't want to think about it so much. If he scolded, he scolded. Could it be that he had to choose the time?
He remembered Song Rongtan's look on his lips.
Obviously, he had restrained himself well and worked hard, Fang Huai knew it well, but he still saw some shadows from last night in it.
Fang Huai didn't lie just now, the wound on his lip was indeed not caused by Song Rongtan, but bitten out by himself.
Instead, the one that Song Rongtan said... was him...
Fang Huai suddenly opened his eyes and shook his head, trying to get rid of the lingering drowsy | ambiguous images in his brain through this method.
He was suddenly very envious of Song Rongtan's physique like drinking alcohol.
Before seeing Song Rongtan today, Fang Huai was almost a professional habit. He listed all kinds of situations that Song Rongtan might have in his mind, and worked out... tactics for how to deal with them.
It's really that drunk amnesia is too uncontrollable, otherwise he wouldn't need to use this method to take the initiative.
Even so, Fang Huai still decided not to let Song Rongtan touch wine in the future.
But after today's release...Song Rongtan himself should also have some rejection or fear of wine.
People who drink alcohol fragments, it is better to drink less.
It's easy to be tricked.
Fang Huai smiled silently.
He was indeed driven by alcohol...to ask that question last night.
He asked Song Rongtan, "Do you like me?"
Song Rongtan's voice could only be muffled by their actions.
But he shook his head.
Immediately after, loosening the intertwined lips|tongue, Song Rongtan laughed, as if he was drunk, but also as if he was really sober.
Fang Huai slightly turned his head away and gasped for breath. He didn't pay much attention to Song Rongtan's reply. He knew that it was impossible for Song Rongtan to say anything else.
"What you said...you can't say you like it."
Fang Huai was slightly stunned, but then he heard a very soft sound, almost a sigh, the scorching breath and the smell of wine, together with those words broke into a place in his heart that had never been opened before.
"...I love you."
……
After returning to the dormitory, Song Rongtan sat at the table and carefully looked at the pen in his hand.
Compared with other pens given to men, this complicated pattern looks like... one is a domineering president, and the other is a young college student.
To say that it is a college student is flattering.
The body of the pen is dotted with embossed stars and moons, and even a cartoon version with rounded arcs.
On the cap of the pen, there is a sun engraved in the sun—as drawn by kindergarten children with simple strokes.
Song Rongtan didn't understand why Fang Huai chose this pen.
It looks...it really looks like I bought it at the small shop next to the elementary school.
But it doesn't affect his liking.
He likes the moon.
The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and he tried to make himself forget about those things in the coach's office—he noticed that his way of thinking still had the influence of alcohol.
It's better to think about these things after you wake up.
Song Rongtan played with the pen lovingly for a while, then pulled out the cap, casually pulled his training notes from the side, and wrote.
A line of extremely beautiful words appeared on the paper, completely different from the wild cursive he usually pretended in front of Fang Huai.
Although the pen looks childish, the writing is extremely smooth.
Song Rongtan smiled.
This pen... only he has it, Brother Huai knows that he is practicing calligraphy!
Suddenly the phone vibrated, Song Rongtan took it over and found out that it was Fang Huai's message.
[Square: Take the pen, and write well from now on. ]
[Square: The words on the title page of your training notes are beautiful. ]
Song Rongtan's smile froze.
Training notes... title page.
It was written on it when he just graduated from high school, almost the same as when he gave Fang Huai Little Star...
Exactly.
He hurriedly grabbed his phone and rushed out the door.
There was a gust of wind in his ears, and his heartbeat almost jumped out of his chest under the dual drive of emotion and exercise.
What's the meaning……
Did he see...
Did he...know...?
He almost tripped halfway, almost stumbling all the way back to the training building, and slammed open the half-hidden door of the coach's office.
Inside, Fang Huai's seat was empty.
Instead, behind the other table, sat the assistant coach who was frightened by him.
"Where's Brother Huai!" Song Rongtan's hand holding the door frame was almost stretched out. He gasped for breath, but tried his best to suppress his voice, waiting for the assistant coach's reply.
"Coach Fang? He's gone out, not long ago... Do you want to find him?"
The author has something to say:
"Song Dog? What are you doing... What's the matter?"
Song Rongtan was already in despair.
"It's okay." He said, "You go to eat first, and I'll come later."
Things are getting bigger! !
But no matter how turbulent his heart was, he still had to go downstairs to eat.
Mistakes have been made, things have been done... at least you have to be brave.
He didn't even expect Fang Huai to be gentle when beating him.
As long as Fang Huai is willing to beat him up, let him take off his pants and beat him up.
Five minutes later, Song Rongtan went downstairs, and as soon as he walked around the corner and entered the restaurant, he saw Fang Huai who was sitting on the side facing him.
The raised footsteps were retracted again, he paused, and then tried to maintain a normal expression and posture and walked over.
"...Good afternoon." Song Rongtan said.
Da Zhong gave him a strange look, and said with a smile, "Why are you so polite? It seems like you made a mistake."
Song Rongtan only felt that an arrow had been shot in his knee.
Fang Huai pressed the lock screen button of the phone, and a crisp notification sound came out.
Song Rongtan subconsciously shuddered.
Fang Huai's gaze slowly lifted from the phone, and fell on Song Rongtan very calmly... Finally, it stayed on his face.
Only then did Song Rongtan see Fang Huai's face clearly.
On his pale lip color, there is a small hole a few millimeters in size, like a branded mole, hanging on his slightly thin lower lip.
Song Rongtan's hand hidden under the table was suddenly clenched. If he hadn't often trimmed his nails because he had to type on the keyboard, he would have pierced his palm by now.
Da Zhong's eyes suddenly wandered back and forth between Fang Huai and Song Rongtan, his expression changed from doubt to understanding.
"Ah?! Captain! Your mouth is broken... Did you knock with the coach?!" The little bald man suddenly shouted.
Song Rongtan obviously felt that Fang Huai's gaze had cooled down.
"Oh, I'm not." He looked away first, pretending to be calm and explaining to the youngest bald boy in the team.
"I got it when I was brushing my teeth in the morning." He said, in order to support his remarks, he opened his mouth slightly and pointed to his obviously sharp canine teeth.
The little bald man leaned over to look at it, his curious look was like watching a big tiger open its mouth and pull out its teeth in a zoo, and he kept admiring.
"It's amazing..." He thought for a while, then suddenly touched his bald head full of strange thoughts, and said, "Wouldn't it be easy to bite through things?"
Song Rongtan swore that he heard Fang Huai's indistinct sneer.
"Yes, yes..." Song Rongtan could only bite the bullet and say.
His usual seat is next to Fang Huai, and today's situation is special, and he can't change the seat suddenly because of his embarrassment.
After standing there for a while, he went to the kitchen to help serve a few dishes, and then hesitantly took a seat beside Fang Huai.
Then Fang Huai pulled up the chair very obviously, and distanced himself from him.
The dish that Song Rongtan had just brought to his mouth fell into the bowl, and he bit down hard on the chopsticks.
"Hahaha Captain didn't wake up from the wine yesterday?" the little bald boy said without hesitation.
Fang Huai suddenly said, "I think he is quite sober."
"It's just that I probably forgot what I looked like last night."
There was a deep meaning in his words that only Song Rongtan could understand, and it seemed that he was just spouting something casually, but in Song Rongtan's ears, it seemed like a whisper that was specially spoken to him.
Although this whisper... There is a high probability that he is threatening him or scolding him.
But this kind of content that only two people know under the cover of being open and aboveboard still made him a little happy.
Song Rongtan used to think that he was like a fish in a fish pond. If Fang Huai hadn't often baited him, he would definitely be the one who was most likely to be satisfied.
Maybe as long as he can see the shadow of the person passing by the shore every day, lifted and dropped by the ripples, it is enough for him to happily spit bubbles all day long.
But this person is always more than that.
He would sit on the bank and cast the bait, watching Song Rongtan swim around chasing the bait.
Maybe he didn't do these things on purpose, but Song Rongtan is always the one who is willing to take the bait.
If possible, Song Rongtan really wanted to buy a T-shirt with "Don't feed stray animals casually" printed on it, and wear it in front of Fang Huai every day.
But he won't, because even if Fang Huai stops feeding him one day, he will rush over and compete with Fang Huai's new feeding target.
Song Rongtan looked down at the soup on the table, in which three quarters of Fang Huai's profile could be vaguely seen.
"Xiao Song...Xiao Song?"
Song Rongtan raised his head suddenly, and saw that everyone at the table was looking at him with inquisitive eyes—except Fang Huai.
"What's the matter? Look at Tang in a daze." Da Zhong smiled, "Do you want to learn how monkeys fish for the moon?"
Da Zhong's tone was casual, but the eyes he looked at Song Rongtan contained a deep meaning of guidance -- the deep meaning Song Rongtan thought.
Song Rongtan paused for a moment, and suddenly his eyes became firm.
He nodded slightly to the big clock.
The big bell looked back with some doubts.
Song Rongtan lowered his head and thought about it.
Da Zhong was right... so what if he just looked at a phantom like this?
The moon in the water is a reflection after all, if you want that bright moon...
Just reach out and pick it up.
In the second half of the meal, Song Rongtan ate almost as if his head had been cut off.
He was the first to put down the bowls and chopsticks, and before leaving the table, he softly said to Fang Huai: "Brother Huai, finish eating later...can you give me some time?"
Fang Huai nodded slightly, but did not give him half a look.
"Go to my office and wait." He said, "The assistant coach is not here, you take my key to open the door."
Song Rongtan gave a "hmm", took a key Fang Huai handed him and left.
[Assistant coach is absent...]
Fang Huai's cold and textured voice said this sentence, but it was inexplicably ambiguous.
Song Rongtan shook his head fiercely, thinking that it must be what happened last night, making his thoughts always slide into an abyss uncontrollably.
However, for those who have already stepped in, how can they simply shake their heads to clear their minds again?
Within two seconds, Song Rongtan was walking on the road in good order, and the pinnae of his ears were stained red again.
Fang Huai said that the assistant coach was not there.
There will be only the two of them in the office later.
Reason told Song Rongtan that there was a high probability...or in other words, it was absolutely impossible to hint at some color.
It's [-]% possible, it's just that Fang Huai wanted to find a quiet place to deal with him.
He was reading silently, but he still couldn't suppress another voice, speaking almost dreamy words.
[People should have dreams. ]
[What if...]
[What if he gets an affirmative answer to his later question? ]
[The closed room with only two people, just...]
He was thinking wildly all the way, and stood still at the door of the office. When he took out Fanghuai's key from his pocket, he realized that there was a small pendant on it.
His pupils shrank slightly.
It was the transparent glass tube that Fang Huai used to hold the stars.
Fang Huai probably sent it for repairs. The sharp cut that he had bitten into pieces was rounded off, and it no longer pricked his hands, and it became another style of beauty.
Song Rongtan pursed her lips, feeling a sudden sourness in her heart.
Even though Fang Huai didn't like Ah Yuan as a lover, but he was able to put things from him in a pendant close to his body and wear them for two years, Fang Huai must cherish this person...
In fact, after the night when he confessed his feelings to Fang Huai while wearing Ah Yuan's vest, within two days, he met Fang Huai again in the rankings.
They stand on opposite sides.
……
That game was won by Fang Huai's side. After the settlement interface popped up, Fang Huai's profile picture suddenly flashed in Song Rongtan's message prompt.
It was no exaggeration for Song Rongtan to say that he was overjoyed.
He knew Fang Huai's character well, and thought that Fang Huai would never talk to him after the last incident... Just like two or three years ago, after he confessed to Fang Huai, he was ignored for two whole weeks.
That cold war ended with Song Rongtan's apology.
He said that he had thought it over clearly, and hoped that Fang Huai would not mind his previous gaffe... He also wanted to be friends with Fang Huai.
It's just that this time, Song Rongtan didn't want to drag on so vaguely anymore.
He clicked on the message bar, and after a second or two of loading, Fang Huai's message popped up.
[Huai: Don't you have anything to say? ]
Song Rongtan laughed at himself.
[Brother Huai, I am Superman: Actually, I am really curious, who is so lucky to be liked by Brother Huai. ]
He looked at his id. He begged Fang Huai to change his name to this, but now he just finds it annoying.
[Huai: Being liked by me is not a good thing. ]
[Brother Huai, I drop Superman: Then it can make me fall into this bad luck anytime. ]
Fang Huai didn't reply, Song Rongtan could only break the embarrassment by himself.
[Brother Huai, I am Superman: Brother Huai, do you think about taking the exam... to like your team's Ring? ]
[Brother Huai, I am Superman: You see, he is not bad looking, he is good at playing games, he is the only one in the professional circle who can keep pace with you.NANZH]
[Huai: Are you his fan? ]
Song Rongtan pursed her lips.
[Brother Huai, I drop Superman: ... Yes, I am. ]
[Huai: Yes. ]
[Huai: Nothing else to say? ]
[Brother Huai, I drop Superman: Yes. ]
The "typing" on Fang Huai's side disappeared, as if waiting for his reply.
Song Rongtan's line had already been typed in the dialog box, but he deleted it completely by himself one second before sending it out.
Including the phrase "I love you".
[Brother Huai, I drop Superman: Forget it, it’s gone. ]
[Huai: Then I will answer a question for you. ]
What Fang Huai said next caused Song Rongtan to fall into regret that he couldn't extricate himself from - he shouldn't have said the first sentence.
[Huai: If I tell anyone I like it, I won’t tell Ring. ]
[Huai: Also, are you planning to change your id? ]
Song Rongtan had never been treated so coldly by Fang Huai on A Yuan's account.
Inexplicably, he had the illusion of being trained by Fang Huai while sitting in the training room.
He just thought that he couldn't distinguish between fantasy and reality.
……
The memories clearly reappeared in his mind, completely breaking the string of "what ifs" that still had a glimmer of hope in his heart.
He held Fang Huai's precious glass tube hanging on the key in his palm, and turned the key to open the door.
The curtains in the room hadn't been drawn yet, and the cold feeling eroded Song Rongtan's senses.
He lowered his eyes and sighed silently.
After 10 minutes, Fang Huai opened the door of the coach's office.
The curtains were drawn and the window opened a crack.
Song Rongtan has always been careful. He would open the windows to ventilate the training room every day when he was the first one to arrive. He also subconsciously did so in the office.
The sound of Fang Huai closing the door pulled him out of his inexplicable memories and emotions.
Song Rongtan turned his head and saw Fang Huai standing by the door, without going any further.
"you……"
"I--"
The two spoke almost at the same time, Fang Huai narrowed his eyes slightly: "You speak first."
Song Rongtan paused, and said, "Yesterday... I'm sorry."
Fang Huai raised his eyebrows, motioning for him to continue.
Song Rong Tanyue said, lowering her head more and more: "If you agree, I..."
"I can take charge!"
He didn't dare to look up - he was afraid of seeing Fang Huai's angry, cold eyes... maybe even hatred.
Although I don't know why, since Fang Huai was able to tell Ah Yuan about himself like that, he must not like [Song Rongtan] very much.
Even though it is often said that Song Rongtan is the player he admires the most.
But Fang Huai has always been a person who distinguishes between public and private. Song Rongtan only felt that he who used to think about it with a compliment was like a clown entertaining himself.
Song Rongtan went through those thoughts in his heart countless times before he heard Fang Huai speak.
"You know, I have people I like."
Song Rongtan nodded.
"As for who it is... I told you very clearly last night."
Song Rongtan raised his head abruptly.
After he woke up, he searched his memory all morning, but couldn't find any other valid memory
——Except for that scene, it only reminded him of a fragment, a trace of sound, and he needed to use all his strength to restrain the impulsive kiss.
He bumped into Fang Huai's clear eyes.
"Forgot?" Fang Huai's voice was flat.
Song Rongtan clenched her fists: "...um. I'm sorry."
"What did you forget?" Fang Huai asked, "What are you apologizing for?"
He stopped standing by the door, walked over calmly, stretched out his hand to push Song Rongtan who was in the way, and took his seat.
During this period, he didn't give him even half a look.
And that's the scariest thing.
Eyes can convey too many things. Compared with superficial expressions, it is an expression that cannot lie.
Not giving him the look, it's almost total ignorance.
Song Rongtan stood by his desk with his hands down, like a student who made a mistake in middle school and was asked by the teacher to reflect on it.
But now what he committed was almost a heinous mistake.
"I... kissed Brother Huai."
His voice was almost out of his throat, with a thick hoarseness.
"...without your consent."
Fang Huai's pen tip paused slightly when it was scribing across the paper, and a cloud of ink dots smudged on the paper.
"What else?" he asked.
Song Rongtan just shook his head.
Fang Huai raised his hand to take the cap of the pen and put it on, making a crisp chiming sound.
He raised the pen and tapped the table lightly and regularly a few times.
It was obviously just Fang Huai's casual movements, but to Song Rongtan, it was like the countdown bell of a death row prisoner before his execution.
Fang Huai finally put down his pen and leaned back on the back of the large and comfortable chair.
He finally looked up at Song Rongtan.
"If you don't remember, let me tell you again."
Song Rongtan nodded.
"I confessed to him." Fang Huai said, "As for who...I don't want to say any more."
Song Rongtan's fingertips turned cold instantly, and he forced out a smile.
"Then... Congratulations..." After Song Rongtan finished speaking, he didn't know what to say next.
After a long pause, he said again: "I apologize to you for what happened yesterday... I'm really very... sorry."
"And what I said just now, brother Huai...just pretend you didn't hear it."
Fang Huai looked at him with calm eyes: "Are you sure?"
Song Rongtan only felt that he was going to spoil him.
His heart, which had been throbbing like a needle because of Fang Huai's words, started beating violently because of his other words.
What is... are you sure.
Song Rongtan felt his palms sweating for the first time, but he didn't even have the energy to wipe it off, letting it turn into a slightly cool discomfort in the air.
"I'm...not sure." He said stiffly.
Fang Huai raised his chin slightly: "He rejected me."
Song Rong is sandalwood.
"What... what?" He asked subconsciously.
Fang Huai nodded, but because of the posture of raising his chin, it was more like a noble person sitting in a high position, who promised something like a charity.
"Then I..."
"I'll ask you again." Fang Huai interrupted him, "Do you want to take back what you just said?"
Song Rongtan made a swallowing motion, and his Adam's apple rolled uncontrollably.
He was like a fish that finally took the bait, was brought out of the water, and landed in Fang Huai's palm.
He was held in a vain grip, obviously he could escape here with a flick of his tail and return to his more comfortable water.
But he couldn't wag his tail.
He refused to wag his tail.
"I won't take it back." The dumb image in his voice seemed to have imposed thousands of restrictions on himself.
"I have someone I like." Fang Huai emphasized again.
Song Rongtan nodded, pursed his lips and smiled: "I know."
Fang Huai watched him quietly for a long time, then suddenly relaxed.
The originally tense and cold expression returned to its usual calmness.
Fang Huai spoke, even with a little smile.
"It's fine," he said, "It's not necessary."
Song Rongtan's hand that was about to raise suddenly froze.
"What..." he said dryly.
Fang Huai looked at him, and the emotion in his eyes was displayed in front of him without any concealment - there was no intention of forcing or joking at all.
"Just kidding you." Fang Huai said.
"Among the adults, everyone drank again...it's nothing."
He didn't wait for Song Rongtan's response for a long time, and asked with some doubts: "Do you mind?"
"That was me..." Song Rongtan paused, then gritted his teeth and said, "That was my first kiss."
Hearing this, Fang Huai just nodded calmly: "Then I have nothing to do."
Song Rongtan held his breath in his chest, unable to get out or in.
But he had to admit that Fang Huai was right.
What can he do?After all, yesterday...he was very impressed...
He grabbed Fang Huai's wrist... and pressed it on the lawn above his head.
Suddenly he realized something, and his eyes widened.
"Brother Huai... Then, yesterday's...wasn't it your... first kiss?"
Fang Huai looked at him quietly and asked, "What kind of answer do you hope to get?"
A stalk of Song Rongtan.
He... can't answer.
Fang Huai smiled imperceptibly.
He put the pen in his hand on the table, flicked it lightly with his fingertips, and it slowly rotated.
The beautifully patterned pen twirled all the way and rolled to Song Rongtan's hand.
"Championship gift." Fang Huai said, "I just bought it today."
In normal times, Song Rongtan would probably want to ask, "Is this pen unique to me, or do they all have it?"
But now the whole person is in a daze—probably because of the hangover.
"Only you have." Fang Huai answered for him.
However, before Song Rongtan's eyes brightened, Fang Huai answered again.
"Because you are the only one practicing calligraphy."
Song Rongtan gave a bewildered "hmm".
He picked up the pen and put it in his pocket, without looking at it carefully.
Sure enough, in the next second, Fang Huai gave the order to evict the guests: "Go back and rest, today's training is cancelled. Tomorrow will return to normal."
Song Rongtan gave a low "hmm".
Fang Huai suddenly stopped him and handed him a tube of ointment: "Wipe on your mouth."
Song Rongtan subconsciously glanced at the mole-like scar on Fang Huai's lips.
"I'm sorry," he said again.
He didn't know what else to say.
Fang Huai didn't want him to be responsible.
"What?" Fang Huai reacted for a moment before realizing why Song Rongtan was apologizing, raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Don't make mistakes."
Song Rongtan's heart almost stopped beating.
He didn't bite it, could it be someone else bit it? ?
"I knocked it myself." Fang Huai said, seeing that Song Rongtan hadn't reached out to take the ointment, he raised his hand and threw it to him.
The ointment drew a non-standard parabola in midair, and also imprecisely hit Song Rongtan on the head.
Song Rongtan came back to his senses, and frantically stretched out his hand to catch the ointment that had slipped from the top of his head.
He still wanted to say something, but Fang Huai raised his hand to stop him, and was kicked out of the coach's office just like that.
He even made the sound of closing the door with sticky reluctance.
After the sound of closing the door sounded, Fang Huai suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and the sound of his breathing suddenly became heavier. He leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes.
He clenched his teeth tightly, but he still couldn't restrain the bloodshot red that climbed behind his ears.
Song Rongtan...
Is it an idiot?
Fang Huai seldom cursed in his life, especially after becoming a professional player, every money in his hands flowed out before it was warmed up.
He doesn't swear, one is because he is afraid of fines, but also because he seldom cannot restrain the desire to swear.
Especially after working as a coach in the past two years, there is almost nothing wrong with his career. In other aspects, Fang Huai himself has a mediocre attitude, and naturally lives as if he has no desires and no desires.
However, in RTG this year, Song Rongtan made him break the vow of swearing twice.
Once he was even a little teasing.
This time...it was completely out of embarrassment.
It's just that Fang Huai didn't want to think about it so much. If he scolded, he scolded. Could it be that he had to choose the time?
He remembered Song Rongtan's look on his lips.
Obviously, he had restrained himself well and worked hard, Fang Huai knew it well, but he still saw some shadows from last night in it.
Fang Huai didn't lie just now, the wound on his lip was indeed not caused by Song Rongtan, but bitten out by himself.
Instead, the one that Song Rongtan said... was him...
Fang Huai suddenly opened his eyes and shook his head, trying to get rid of the lingering drowsy | ambiguous images in his brain through this method.
He was suddenly very envious of Song Rongtan's physique like drinking alcohol.
Before seeing Song Rongtan today, Fang Huai was almost a professional habit. He listed all kinds of situations that Song Rongtan might have in his mind, and worked out... tactics for how to deal with them.
It's really that drunk amnesia is too uncontrollable, otherwise he wouldn't need to use this method to take the initiative.
Even so, Fang Huai still decided not to let Song Rongtan touch wine in the future.
But after today's release...Song Rongtan himself should also have some rejection or fear of wine.
People who drink alcohol fragments, it is better to drink less.
It's easy to be tricked.
Fang Huai smiled silently.
He was indeed driven by alcohol...to ask that question last night.
He asked Song Rongtan, "Do you like me?"
Song Rongtan's voice could only be muffled by their actions.
But he shook his head.
Immediately after, loosening the intertwined lips|tongue, Song Rongtan laughed, as if he was drunk, but also as if he was really sober.
Fang Huai slightly turned his head away and gasped for breath. He didn't pay much attention to Song Rongtan's reply. He knew that it was impossible for Song Rongtan to say anything else.
"What you said...you can't say you like it."
Fang Huai was slightly stunned, but then he heard a very soft sound, almost a sigh, the scorching breath and the smell of wine, together with those words broke into a place in his heart that had never been opened before.
"...I love you."
……
After returning to the dormitory, Song Rongtan sat at the table and carefully looked at the pen in his hand.
Compared with other pens given to men, this complicated pattern looks like... one is a domineering president, and the other is a young college student.
To say that it is a college student is flattering.
The body of the pen is dotted with embossed stars and moons, and even a cartoon version with rounded arcs.
On the cap of the pen, there is a sun engraved in the sun—as drawn by kindergarten children with simple strokes.
Song Rongtan didn't understand why Fang Huai chose this pen.
It looks...it really looks like I bought it at the small shop next to the elementary school.
But it doesn't affect his liking.
He likes the moon.
The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and he tried to make himself forget about those things in the coach's office—he noticed that his way of thinking still had the influence of alcohol.
It's better to think about these things after you wake up.
Song Rongtan played with the pen lovingly for a while, then pulled out the cap, casually pulled his training notes from the side, and wrote.
A line of extremely beautiful words appeared on the paper, completely different from the wild cursive he usually pretended in front of Fang Huai.
Although the pen looks childish, the writing is extremely smooth.
Song Rongtan smiled.
This pen... only he has it, Brother Huai knows that he is practicing calligraphy!
Suddenly the phone vibrated, Song Rongtan took it over and found out that it was Fang Huai's message.
[Square: Take the pen, and write well from now on. ]
[Square: The words on the title page of your training notes are beautiful. ]
Song Rongtan's smile froze.
Training notes... title page.
It was written on it when he just graduated from high school, almost the same as when he gave Fang Huai Little Star...
Exactly.
He hurriedly grabbed his phone and rushed out the door.
There was a gust of wind in his ears, and his heartbeat almost jumped out of his chest under the dual drive of emotion and exercise.
What's the meaning……
Did he see...
Did he...know...?
He almost tripped halfway, almost stumbling all the way back to the training building, and slammed open the half-hidden door of the coach's office.
Inside, Fang Huai's seat was empty.
Instead, behind the other table, sat the assistant coach who was frightened by him.
"Where's Brother Huai!" Song Rongtan's hand holding the door frame was almost stretched out. He gasped for breath, but tried his best to suppress his voice, waiting for the assistant coach's reply.
"Coach Fang? He's gone out, not long ago... Do you want to find him?"
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