Ji Zhiyao got into the car and put in coins, and sat down at a seat near the back door, only to see the unread news on WeChat.
[DB.MHF: Home. Afternoon ranking?]
Ji Zhiyao smiled, and replied: [Okay, I have no objection. But now I'm going out to buy something to eat for my sister.]
[DB.MHF: Do you have a younger sister?]
[Guapi: Yes, a year younger than me, a tough high school senior.]
[Guapi: By the way, captain, can you take my sister to the base to see after a while? She is worrying unfoundedly, afraid that I will be bullied, I have to let her see my real life state.]
[DB.MHF: Let her watch your stand-up comedy?]
[Guapi: Go to your Mad!]
[DB.MHF: You can come, they should have no objections.]
[Guapi: Captain, you are such a good person!]
[DB.MHF:...]
Ji Zhiyao didn't have the slightest awareness of changing his face too quickly. When he heard the mechanical female voice announce the station, he stuffed his phone into his pocket, rang the bell and got out of the car.
It's a little cold outside, and the cold wind blows on the face like a slap in the mouth. Ji Zhiyao buried half of his face in the scarf and hurried into the mall.
The fruit that Ji Qingge likes to eat is also made by the fruit smoothie shop she likes to eat in summer. Ji Zhiyao walked in and ordered a bowl of fruit.
After waiting for a long time, the things were ready, and he turned around and left the store with a bag in his hand.
Then there are grilled oysters on the same floor, which took a little longer to wait.
Carrying two bags, Ji Zhiyao wandered into the shopping mall on the first floor, and packed a flavor of each type of potato chips on the shelf full of puffed food.
He never figured out what's good about these little snacks, and they're all junk food. However, every time Ji Qingge eats it, she is very happy, and he has nothing to do with her.
After swiping the card to pay the bill, Ji Zhiyao looked at the big and small bags in his hand, and suddenly his head went bald.
He still doesn't know what he has for lunch...
Out of the mall, there is a pizza shop next to it. Ji Zhiyao simply went in and ordered a pizza to take away.
After he finished paying, Ji Zhiyao watched the waiter help him pack the pizza before handing it over, and said thank you in a low voice. Unexpectedly, he took a plastic bag, but didn't pick it up. He looked down and saw that the waiter who helped him pack was pulling the plastic bag, as if not letting him take it away.
Ji Zhiyao raised his head in a daze, and saw the excited gaze of the waiter.
He asked: "Well, are you from Team Mix? A jungler for the new team?"
Ji Zhiyao didn't expect to be recognized.
This is... a fan of their team
Ji Zhiyao looked around subconsciously, and suddenly had a weird feeling of being a spy... He was so shocked by his metaphor, coughed, and said in a low voice, "It's me, hello."
Waiter: "I really like the Mix team! I have watched almost every game of yours! Can you help me get an autograph of God Fi? Of course, you can give me an autograph."
Ji Zhiyao: "..." Made!
Even if I can have him, I don't want to help this person!
Ji Zhiyao looked embarrassed, "Our team has gone home on vacation, and I came here by myself. I can't get your autograph for you, sorry."
The salesperson was a little disappointed: "Ah, it's okay, I already guessed that your relationship with God Fi is not that good."
Ji Zhiyao: "?"
Salesperson: "But is it really just a pure friendship between you and God Fi?"
Ji Zhiyao: "???"
Salesperson: "You celebrities can pretend to be confused. Forget it, sign it for me before you leave."
Ji? Really confused? Zhiyao: "..."
He signed for the salesperson in a daze, and then walked out of the pizzeria with his things in a daze. The moment he walked out of the gate, he also saw the salesperson waving his arms at him.
Ji Zhiyao waved it back subconsciously.
When he went home and told Ji Qingge about this as a joke, Ji Qingge didn't even eat the oysters, and stared straight at Ji Zhiyao with his big eyes: "Brother, you and God Fi..."
Ji Zhiyao didn't understand, so: "The captain took good care of me. What's wrong?"
Ji Qingge glanced at his brother, who was so silly and sweet, and waved his hand wearily, "I'm tired, kneel down."
Ji Zhiyao stretched out his hand and gave her a dick, Ji Qingge was furious immediately, chasing and beating Ji Zhiyao all over the room.
…
Such a frenzied atmosphere lasted until the 30th night.
Ji Qingge was sitting on the sofa watching the Spring Festival Gala, while Ji Zhiyao was crouching on the other side of the sofa with his phone in his arms, watching the WeChat group on the screen.
[Guapi: Brother, don't you all watch the Spring Festival Gala?]
[Manager Yuan Wei: Brother, when you think about the usual stand-up comics at the base, do you suddenly feel that the shows on the Spring Festival Gala are boring?]
[DB.MHF: This fart makes sense.]
[Xiao: This fart makes sense +1.]
[Little Prince of Northeast Control: This fart is justified +2.]
[Xiao Fei can't fly: This fart makes sense +3.]
[Ah Heng: This fart makes sense +4.]
[K is too handsome: the team checks in at the sign-in building, this fart makes sense +5.]
[Xiao: There are few people, no foundation?]
[Guapi: I'm considering whether to save some face for Yuan Wei.]
[Team manager Yuan Wei: [smiles] [smiles] Do you think I'll save face by saying this, friend? See you again Mad!]
[DB.MHF: [WeChat red envelope]]
[DB.MHF: Silly son, stop crying. This is my father's consolation for you.]
["Team Manager Yuan Wei" has received a red envelope]
[Team manager Yuan Wei: Thank you dad.]
Ji Zhiyao laughed and typed: [Brother Wei, where are your morals?]
[Team manager Yuan Wei: My integrity is definitely not as valuable as the captain's red envelope [smile].]
Ji Zhiyao was a little curious about how big a red envelope Mo Huaifeng sent out, so he also grabbed one. He has a little card on the Internet, and before he can get the amount, he saw an extra line in the group.
[DB.MHF: @guapi received a red envelope, obediently called him dad.]
[melon rind: ... ]
Made, why are his hands so cheap!
A few people chatted for a while, and Yuan Wei posted in the group: [Brothers, today is Chinese New Year's Eve, you guys live like zombies, shouldn't it be time to move on Weibo? If you don't post selfies, you should tell your fans that you are safe. Don't make it look like you were kidnapped and sold cheap by the team. The club is also counting on the high fans of our team to help us get more sponsorship for the national qualifiers.]
[Ah Heng: Lack of money to find the captain! Why do local tyrants keep it if they don’t exploit it?]
[Team manager Yuan Wei: Exploiting the captain is tantamount to exploiting your salary. Have you thought about the big brother who is on winter vacation with pay?]
[Aheng: ... Pretend I didn't say it.]
[Ah Heng: In front of money, I'm so cowardly.]
When Yuan Wei reminded him, Ji Zhiyao remembered the Weibo that he had forgotten. Immediately logged into the account, found a few photos Ji Qingge took for him from the photo album, and found the group photo and team logo of the previous Mix team and posted a Weibo.