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The inside of the vehicle instantly burst into peals of laughter, even Mo Huaifeng who hadn’t fallen asleep at all couldn’t help but lift his lips in a smile.

On the other end Yuan Wei sat there calm and unruffled, pretending to be surprised as he mocked, “What unmentionable disease? Xiao-god, why can’t I understand what you said?”

Xiao turned blue in the face. “Go away!”

Yuan Wei sighed, “Ah, this is also something that can’t be helped. Our team is too fragile now, just a slight rustle of leaves in the wind will bring criticism for us…” He paused, as if recalling all the things that had happened to Mix after Xiao’s wrist injury had relapsed, coming to a conclusion a little angrily, “We’ve been rather unlucky recently.”

Xiao was nonchalant as he reached out and placed his arm over Ji Zhiyao’s shoulders, the light in his eyes slightly cold. “I remember earlier in March this year, the club said that there would be a national performance tournament tour, there shouldn’t have been any changes to this schedule right?”

Yuan Wei froze for a moment, “No.”

“Then there’s no need to worry. It’ll definitely be NoHomo playing in my place for the national tour, by then, however they’ve spoken about our team, we’ll make them take back every single word.”

In the period of less than a month that Xiao was in the hospital, he couldn’t play games everyday and could only read all the news online. If there was anything up with the team, he would know better than anyone else. Precisely because of that, he held a grudge.

What rights did they have?

Even if Mix was missing him, it was still the only Chinese professional battleteam to make it to the international league. When everyone was hating on Mix, why didn’t anyone think about how much glory Mix had once brought for the Chinese?

Indeed, in eSports, being lousy is the actual sin. Ji Zhiyao as the jungler reserve, was currently Mix’s slightly weaker link, thus he became the breach for all the haters to freely hurl insults at Mix battleteam, giving everyone who could not bear the sight of Mix a good opportunity.

But Xiao was simply indignant.

All of them were training hard and harder to make it into the international league, including Ji Zhiyao, today he saw the kid’s dark circles that looked like he hadn’t been sleeping for a few days.

Whereas for the people who didn’t know what they had done, easily using what they thought as ‘kindness’ to hurt…

Since being reasonable was futile, then let’s slap them on their faces directly.

The ones suffering shouldn’t be them!

Ji Zhiyao was slightly surprised as he lifted his eyes; when he saw the cold smile on Xiao’s face, he became most confused.

He wasn’t clear about other aspects, but about Xiao’s temper he was sure that he had understood one point: Xiao didn’t have much of a temper, he could get along, laughing and joking with anyone.

That’s why he was so surprised.

In the front row, Mo Huaifeng opened his eyes, turning halfway around to face all the members of Mix who were serious for once, the corner of his lips lifted in a smile, the gaze in his eyes sharp, “Xiao’s suggestion is not bad. For the national performance tournament tour next month, seven cities, 16 matches, no losing even one match.”

Everyone automatically straightened their backs, very firmly agreed.

Mo Huaifeng seemed to have thought for a moment before saying with a hidden meaning, “I’ve seen the list of opponents, they’re too weak.”

The atmosphere that was still tense a while ago collapsed at once, each of them grinning from ear to ear. Nuo said, “That’s good that’s good, Captain, we’re all very satisfied.”

Ji Zhiyao looked over, seeing Mo Huaifeng’s lips that were slightly curled, an ominous feeling suddenly grew in his heart.

As expected.

“With them being too weak, it won’t show our capabilities.” Mo Huaifeng paused, adding on, “I will contact the club to change parts of the list, shifting the overall strength of invited opponents to be above that of Wan Ning.”

Everyone: …

Ji Zhiyao tried hard to recall all the details from the match against Wan Ning battleteam, and every problem that showed up for him… after staying silent for ten over minutes, the van stopped, outside Mix base.

All of them alighted one by one, entering the house.

Xiao walked directly into the training room, sitting in the seat that belonged to him and Ji Zhiyao, “Haven’t been back for a month, this spot is still the most comfortable to sit in.”

Ji Zhiyao smiled hearing that, placing the yogurt that he had gotten for Xiao before him, saying, “How about just sitting here to sleep tonight?”

“Go go go you get lost!”

There was a smile on his face, a few seconds later he was animatedly using his right wrist that was wrapped with a bandage and wrist guard to call Ji Zhiyao, while standing up and giving up the seat, “NoHomo, you come over, play a match for me to observe.”

“Okay.”

Ji Zhiyao sat down directly, launched the Heroes client and prepared for a match alone.

Probably because it was a working day, he had to wait a long time before he was matched up, and then it was a Master match. Only two people, himself and one person among the opponent’s team were Challengers.

This made Ji Zhiyao a little helpless.

In a Master match, he didn’t know if Xiao would be able to make out his current standard.

Carrying such a thought, Ji Zhiyao breezily used 20 minutes to finish the match. When the game ended he turned back and realized that other than Xiao standing behind him, there was also Mo Huaifeng and the stats analyzer.

The three of them were conversing in low voices.

Ji Zhiyao unconsciously licked his lips, his heartbeat slightly speeding up.

While Xiao continued to exchange opinions with the stats analyzer, Mo Huaifeng looked up, realizing that the person on the chair in front had secretly perked up his ears. His dark, dewy eyes were a little restless, making him seem like a little hamster who was waiting for feeding time but was also worried that his owner wouldn’t give him food.

Digging right into his heart in a split second.

Hence when Ji Zhiyao looked dumbfoundedly towards him, Mo Huaifeng mouthed some words.

“You did well.”

Ji Zhiyao’s eyes instantly lit up, and he laughed foolishly.

The laughter that suddenly appeared sounded very spooky, Xiao and the stats analyzer turned silent at the same time, staring, baffled, at Ji Zhiyao, then along his line of vision looked at the expressionless Mo Huaifeng.

Mo Huaifeng questioned, “What are you looking at?”

Xiao and the stats analyzer were silent.

Ji Zhiyao stared at him for two seconds, speechless.

The captain was really fierce.

Could the one who consoled him earlier be a fake Captain?

Xiao coughed once, saying, “NoHomo, you continue with your game, we’ll be watching from the back and discuss some stuff while you’re playing.”

Ji Zhiyao nodded, “Okay.”

Before the next match began, Mo Huaifeng also sat back in his own seat, playing by himself.

In this afternoon and night, Xiao and the stats analyzer first requested Ji Zhiyao to continuously play five to six matches, then made him practice all the champions that he knew how to play once through. Other than going to the bathroom and eating takeaway, for more than ten hours, Ji Zhiyao’s butt seemed to be attached to the chair, not even moving once.

At nearly 12 AM, this brutal test finally ended.

When he heard Xiao and the stats analyzer relent and allowed him to rest, Ji Zhiyao’s tensed up nerves finally loosened. He slumped lazily against the back of the chair, not only was his wrist beginning to swell, but his temples throbbed.

This really took a lot of physical and mental strength.

After lying collapsed for a few minutes, Ji Zhiyao managed to rotate his wrists a bit.