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  Once he said “start”, Ji Zhiyao pressed down his start button to turn on the controller in his hand. His expression was as if he was bitterly nursing a deep hatred and looked especially like he was grabbing onto his enemy.

  In comparison, Mo Huaifeng was much more relaxed than Ji Zhiyao.

  Yet his fingers weren’t slow at all, with his gaze on the target board, they pressed down on the controls at almost the exact same moment when the lights flashed, matching perfectly, one could tell with a look that he was experienced.

  Two minutes passed, the machine before Ji Zhiyao was the first to display a pure black “OVER”.

  Two seconds after, Mo Huaifeng put the controller down on his own accord.

  Meeting Mo Huaifeng’s amused gaze, Ji Zhiyao instantly wished for death.

  After blanking out for several seconds, Ji Zhiyao suddenly reacted and he pounced towards Mo Huaifeng, yelling, “Mo Huaifeng, you lied to me!”


  “What did I lie to you about?” Mo Huaifeng frowned slightly and reached out to hold the collar of Ji Zhiyao’s shirt. “Take it easy, words will do, why are you so anxious?”


  Ji Zhiyao’s hands that were flailing around in mid-air slowly relaxed, a head with a question mark above it rose up from between them. “It wasn’t pretend?”


  “What did I pretend to be?”


  Looking at his Captain’s handsome face that was complete at his, Ji Zhiyao slowly sunk into despair.

  He was doomed, this was going to cost him his life.

  Ji Zhiyao bowed his head in despair, while Mo Huaifeng deliberately added insult to injury. “Where have I put on a pretense?”


  “Why are you so good even with this game?”


  “It’s not my first time participating in the international league.”


  Ji Zhiyao’s head dropped even lower. “Boohoo!”


  “Tsk.”


  “Captain, can I go back on my words?”


  “What do you think?”


  “.…… I think ye……”


  “No way, don’t even think about it.”


  Up till their training for the night ended and everyone was walking back to their hotel, Ji Zhiyao still looked very dispirited. Nuo asked, “What’s wrong NoHomo, didn’t have enough of putting the rascal kid in his place?”


  Ji Zhiyao turned slowly towards Nuo, then shook his head.

  K spoke up. “I was nearby at that time and almost witnessed the entire course of things. Let me tell everyone a joke.”


  “Tsk.”


  “This joke is that, NoHomo, this idiot, made a bet with Captain again!”


  Chuckles and snickers erupted for the rest. “Damn!”


  What was with this bunch of people, where was the love between teammates?

  Resentment was plastered over Ji Zhiyao’s face, while Nuo added fuel to the fire and asked Mo Huaifeng, “Captain, what did you guys bet on?”


  Under everyone’s anticipating gaze, Mo Huaifeng said slowly, “Bet on whether his, or daddy’s butt will hurt tonight.”


  The others were suddenly enlightened.

  He was too ashamed to show his face anymore.

  Mo Huaifeng said, “Yao-god, keep true to your words, don’t forget about it.”


  “Damn I got it! Just shut up!”


  His ears were so hot that they were almost cooked as he hastily strode out with his long legs and walked forward quickly, leaving all his teammates behind him.

  Five minutes later, when the rest arrived at their level of accommodation, laughing and talking, they realized that Ji Zhiyao was already seated on the tatami, before him was a tea-set that appeared out of nowhere, the teapot was still steaming.

  Heng rubbed his eyes and shrieked. “NoHomo, you alright?”


  Ji Zhiyao smiled. “Benefactor, are you willing to share a drink with this old monk?”


  “Save it, drinking tea here and pretending to be zen-like won’t save you from selling less of your ass.”


  His face instantly fell and he angrily downed all the tea in the teacup.

  A smile filled Mo Huaifeng’s eyes the entire time.

  The stats analyzer interrupted them. “Alright, stop fooling around. Quickly pack this up, we’ll discuss the outcome of tonight’s training.”


  Ji Zhiyao stood up and moved the tea table to the side, Xiaofei helped to arrange the seat cushions. A few minutes later everyone sat in a circle, the stats analyzer brought out his pen and notebook and tapped Ji Zhiyao. “Let’s start with NoHomo. To be honest, our understanding of your capabilities is not as deep now, we might have some misconception about you.”


  Ji Zhiyao scratched his head, there was of course no need to conceal things with his teammates, hence he said, “Because I practice the speed class style, all those games I saw today were quite suitable for me. My master said that my current hand speed and reaction capacity can basically tie with Captain, if I perform better than usual it’ll even be slightly better than Captain. But in the other aspects, I am not.”


  Mo Huaifeng nodded.

  “So formidable?” The stats analyzer held the pen cap in his mouth as he wrote swiftly on his notebook. “That’s great, after all we only need one director, which Captain already is. What about others?”


  “Is there anything else?”


  He glanced confusedly at Mo Huaifeng, Mo Huaifeng added, “He’s yet to complete his training, after North America, he needs to make another trip back to Korea.”


  Ji Zhiyao nodded fervently.

  Xiao suddenly asked, “Then in just these two aspects, have you competed against senior A.K?”


  Once this question was voiced, everyone turned their attention to Ji Zhiyao.

  Ji Zhiyao thought back for a moment, then nodded and said, “Yes, but I’m nothing like my master.”


  The stats analyzer continued to question. “How big is the gap?”


  “About…… If Master wins three times, I can win once.”


  A look of surprise appeared on the stats analyzer’s face at once.

  Three to one, though it doesn’t sound any good, but they had to remember that Ji Zhiyao was going against A.K, the one who was the international top jungler for years, the King of Junglers.

  At the very least, Ji Zhiyao had yet to complete his training with him, there were many more possibilities to come in the future.

  If he trained for another two months, even if he couldn’t tie with A.K, but two to one, should still be doable?

  The stats analyzer scratched a few lines down again, then looked up. “I have a question, NoHomo, has your current style now completely become the speed class style?”


  Ji Zhiyao shook his head decisively. “No.”


  “Because our team never had someone with the speed class style, I thought that it wouldn’t be suitable to play completely in that style, so for the past month I’ve been figuring out how to combine speed class with my usual style, trying to come up with one that suits me……” Ji Zhiyao said, “Master didn’t really approve at first, but I got better over time, so he left me alone to figure it out myself.”


  Everyone heaved a sigh of relief, joy evident on their faces.

  Actually for an eSports battleteam, their greatest fear would be when a position has various styles of playing. In such a case, everyone has to go through adjustments each time the player changes, it was extremely troublesome.

  What’s more, Ji Zhiyao wasn’t one with a different style, but a different class, the things that they would have to adjust would only be more and the aspects to grind in would be even more. Hence when Ji Zhiyao said that, they were all very relieved.