Although he knew that these teammates were just joking around, Ji Zhiyao still couldn't control himself, so he let himself go and thought about what he would do if Mo Huaifeng really had thoughts about his sister.
Then he found that this was a bit difficult, and he felt very uncomfortable and couldn't think about it at all.
Could it be because the sister-in-law is in trouble
But the captain's condition is first-class, what's he worried about
Ji Zhiyao played solo for a few rounds, and after an unknown amount of time, he heard a voice behind him: "If you finish like this in the national qualifiers, I will beat you so hard that you can't leave the house."
Ji Zhiyao turned his head and saw Mo Huaifeng's coffin face as expected. Then he woke up and looked at the computer screen, and found that he had been kneeling all afternoon, and his worst score was 1-9-2.
—The worst result since he became a professional player.
Ji Zhiyao frowned in disgust, "What are these things?"
Mo Huaifeng raised his hand and gave him a thud, "You typed it yourself, if you ask me, who should I ask?"
Mo Huaifeng sat down next to him, Ji Zhiyao couldn't help but leaned over, held back for a long time before asking: "Captain, did you send Ji Qingge home safely?"
Mo Huaifeng gave him a strange look when he heard the words: "I'm home. Did your sister tell you that she's safe?"
Ji Zhiyao: "Report, report."
Mo Huaifeng: "Then what is the significance of your question?"
Ji Zhiyao: "Testing on the edge of conscience."
Mo Huaifeng: "??? What the hell?"
Ji Zhiyao was at a loss for words, what, he also wanted to know what. Do you want him to ask the captain directly if you have any bad intentions for my sister
Then he is probably not standing on the edge of conscience, but on the verge of being beaten repeatedly.
Ji Zhiyao shook his head.
Forget it, wait for him to observe.
Sitting next to Mo Huaifeng, he caught a glimpse of Ji Zhiyao crying and shaking his head from the corner of his eye, and couldn't help but twitch the corners of his lips.
Simply a showman.
The phone suddenly showed that a message was received. Mo Huaifeng looked at it twice, and said, "The club asked us about the style of this year's qualifier team uniforms. What do you think?"
Yuan Wei happened to walk in and said, "Captain, did you see it too? I'm here to tell you about this. The national qualifiers will officially start in September. You can think about the team uniforms now, and try them out when you make them. Where are you?" If it doesn’t fit, you can take it and modify it. By the way, there is still a makeup photo, which will be taken in June, so there is no rush for now. ——So what do you want for your team uniform? Same as the current one?”
K: "Refused."
Ah Heng: "Reject."
A Xiao: "Refused."
Danuo: "Reject."
Xiaofei raised his head and looked at the four people who had already expressed their opinions, then quickly glanced at Mo Huaifeng who was expressionless, and finally decided to follow his inner thoughts: "I'd better refuse."
Mo Huaifeng: "Are you going to rebel?"
Yuan Wei: "It's time to start an uprising, it's a beautiful job."
Ji Zhiyao was stunned. He joined the Mix team in autumn, and he didn't have a summer team uniform. He didn't know what kind of team uniform Mo Huaifeng made last summer to make these people so dissatisfied.
K: "It's hard to say."
Da Nuo: "Our captain chose silk material last year. In fact, this material is not bad. It looks very high-end and cool. However, when summer comes, we can sweat more, and the team uniform will get wet when it gets wet. The size is still a bit tight...”
A Xiao: "However, the captain is different from our ordinary coquettish sluts. He doesn't like to sweat, and he is tall, so he stands out from the crowd. His temperament is as much whore as he wants."
Ah Heng: "So I always feel that this is the reason why I don't have a fan base."
Ji Zhiyao: "..."
Ji Zhiyao: "Brother, don't you think too much? Even if the captain's clothes are all wet, he has more temperament than you."
K: "Stop talking, I won't listen. Also, fan filters are really scary."
Ji Zhiyao was speechless.
These few people are probably living in a dream.
Mo Huaifeng: "Since this is the case, you will decide the team uniforms for this year. I have no objections at all."
So the others happily took over the task.
So when Ji Zhiyao was having dinner, he could still hear these people muttering together, talking out of hand.
He glanced at Mo Huaifeng who was eating quietly, and he didn't understand why his teammates were so enthusiastic about discussing the uniform.
—Obviously a troublesome thing.
Mo Huaifeng misunderstood him, "You can go over and discuss with them."
Ji Zhiyao resolutely refused, shaking his head like a rattle: "Forget it, I'm too lazy. I will wear whatever they do."
Mo Huaifeng: "You are so casual."
Ji Zhiyao: "Look at how eager they are to go out and fight... It's better to order casually, at least not tired."
Mo Huaifeng: "What you said makes sense."
Except for Mo Huaifeng and Ji Zhiyao, the members of the Mix team debated over the summer uniform until the afternoon of the third day, when Da Nuo yawned and conveyed their request to Yuan Wei.
Yuan Wei: "White cotton short T-shirt and red and white jacket, with the team logo printed on the front, and a miniature version of the five-star red flag embroidered on the shoulders... gone?"
Danuo: "It's gone."
Yuan Wei: "There are such a one-line request, can you discuss it for two whole days?"
Danuo: "Reducing complexity to simplicity, this is the basic idea of Taoism, do you understand?"
Yuan Wei: "Which Taoist school is this 'simplification'? You just founded it yesterday?"
Danuo: "Oh, that's pretty much what it means, as long as you understand."
Yuan Wei: "I don't really understand. What five-star red flag do you embroider for the national qualifiers? Shouldn't this be embroidered for the international league? You don't have to worry about people saying you are inflated when you embroider it now."
Danuo: "Anyway, we will definitely qualify. It's okay, you can do it boldly."
So Yuan Wei went to the club with their request.
…
At the end of February, A Xiao's wrist was completely unbandaged.
The skin under the bandage became very fair due to not seeing light for more than two months, and there was no sign of stitches under the light.
A Xiao moved his wrist, looking a little excited.
Ji Zhiyao behind him was smiling, "Brother Xiao, don't worry about it. Try playing a game first."
A Xiao nodded, and glanced at the other teammates in the training room who seemed to be playing games, but actually listened to the movement with their ears pricked up, and grinned, "Okay."
A Xiao held the mouse and opened the "Heroes" client.
He started a simple man-machine battle.
Ji Zhiyao could see clearly from behind that A Xiao's professional level has not disappeared at all, and his consciousness is still there, but his hand speed is average. The movement of his left wrist was obviously still a bit slow, and he couldn't keep up with his skills several times and let his opponent go.