[Gua Pi: No, I'm fine. Don't watch so many useless Gongdou TV series all day long, learn your habits well.]
Ji Qingge touched his chin with his fingers, and made another way to insinuate, [Got it. But why didn't you go home this holiday? I was still waiting for you to come back, but there was not even a ghost.]
[Gua Pi: ... I'm outside.]
[Not a simple little love song: What are you doing outside? travel?]
[Guapi: That's right.]
[Not a simple little love song: Wow wow wow! Don't you hate going out for a stroll? Who did you go with? Fi God?]
[Guapi: Why mention him so casually!]
[Not a simple little love song: Hehe, look at this tone. What, you two got into a fight?]
[Guapi: How is it possible!]
[Not a simple little love song: Then why are you so disgusted? Tell me if I'm right.]
[Gua Pi: ... Hmm.]
[Not a simple little love song: Tsk, man.]
[melon rind: ... ]
[Guapi: There is something I want to ask you.]
[Not a simple little love song: One day you will ask me a question, strange. [Covering face] Tell me, let's talk, I'd be happy to explain your doubts.]
[Guapi: I have a friend...]
That's how stories always begin.
Ji Qingge pretended to be old-fashioned "tsk tsk", [And then.]
[Guapi: A very good friend of his suddenly proposed to have sex with him. My friend doesn't know what to do now. What do you think?]
[Not a simple little love song: It's easy to handle. If you don't know what to do, you don't dislike it. If you don't dislike it, you like it. That being the case, wouldn't it be good to be together?]
[Melon skin:? ? ?]
[Guapi: Is that so?]
[Guapi: But he is a straight man!]
[Not a simple little love song: In this way, let your friend think for himself. What age is this, the Qing Dynasty is dead, and sexism is still involved in dating?]
[Gua Pi: I see.]
[Guapi: I will tell him, you should hurry up and study.]
"Ji Zhiyao, thanks to my being so kind to you and helping you find a boyfriend, I'll throw it away after you use it up." Ji Qingge curled her lips, "Forget it, I don't have the same knowledge as you. I wish you and God of Fi to achieve positive results soon, I’m successful as a matchmaker.”
…
Five fifty-nine.
Mo Huaifeng stood outside Ji Zhiyao's room door, pacing back and forth.
To be honest, although Ji Qingge assured him with a pat on the chest that there was a 99% chance that Ji Zhiyao would accept him, he was still worried about the other 1%.
From birth to now, it was the first time he had such emotions.
Mo Huaifeng stopped in his tracks, finally made up his mind, and stepped forward to knock on Ji Zhiyao's door.
It seemed like a long time had passed, so long that he could almost hear the heartbeat from his chest, before the faint sound of slippers being pulled could be heard in the room.
Getting closer.
With his heart pounding, Mo Huaifeng couldn't help but let out a breath.
After a few seconds, the door opened.
Ji Zhiyao was holding a chicken coop, his eyes were so sleepy that he couldn't focus at all.
Mo Huaifeng: "..."
Mo Huaifeng was expressionless.
"Captain, you're here." Ji Zhiyao yawned, and looked down at his watch, "It's six o'clock so fast, I feel like I haven't slept long."
Mo Huaifeng: "When did you start sleeping?"
Ji Zhiyao rubbed his eyes, "Just after we came back from the amusement park."
Mo Huaifeng: "Oh."
Ji Zhiyao: "Wait for me for a while, I'll change my clothes, and we'll go eat."
Mo Huaifeng: "Oh."
Ji Zhiyao changed his clothes, took his room card and wallet and went out.
On the way to the elevator, both of them were silent.
Ji Zhiyao quietly glanced at Mo Huaifeng, and found that his face was very calm, not at all like he was about to finish his work at noon.
He was the only one who struggled with the relationship, Ji Zhiyao couldn't help curling his lips.
Just as he was thinking about it, he heard Mo Huaifeng say, "Have you thought about it?"
Ji Zhiyao was dumbfounded by the question, "What?"
Mo Huaifeng turned his gaze to him, and the serious expression in his eyes was particularly beautiful, "I have a relationship, do you want to talk to me?"
Ji Zhiyao: "..."
Ji Zhiyao took a step back, his face flushed into a tomato, "Captain, you are poisonous, and you don't say anything flirty in advance."
Mo Huaifeng: "..."
How did this make him say in advance? Are you ready to ask
Ji Zhiyao cleared his throat unnaturally, "I thought about it carefully, actually, it's not impossible."
He raised his head pretending to be mysterious, and found that Mo Huaifeng was just looking at him very calmly, and had no intention of answering at all. Ji Zhiyao was a little embarrassed, "Captain, why aren't you happy at all?"
Mo Huaifeng: "I won't be too late to be happy when you say the second half of the sentence."
Ji Zhiyao: "woc, can you guess this?"
Mo Huaifeng let out a "heh", with obvious contempt, "I'm not stupid."
Ji Zhiyao: "..."
Ji Zhiyao hesitated for a moment, and said with embarrassment: "Let's talk about it first, don't talk about it outside."
Mo Huaifeng understood instantly, "Underground love?"
Ji Zhiyao exploded instantly, "Underground love, don't say it's so ugly, okay? It's not like you don't know how difficult it is to develop a foundation business in China. Not to mention that you are a public figure who supports half of the e-sports circle, Jack of Diamonds is so difficult, let alone us..."
Mo Huaifeng frowned, "I told you, Mix's club will not be like other clubs."
Ji Zhiyao: "I know, I know. But the influence of public opinion puts too much pressure on people. I can be heartless, and you can not care, but what about the others?"
Mo Huaifeng's eyebrows gradually stretched.
Ji Zhiyao continued: "Mo Huaifeng, when we win the national qualifiers and the international league, when the time comes, it's up to you how you want to announce it."
As pro players, they are part of the Mix first, and then themselves.
Team first, honor first, e-sports first.
That's what they are at their core.
Mo Huaifeng calmed down, and slightly raised the corners of his lips, "Listen to you."
Ji Zhiyao: "That's right.
Ji Zhiyao: "However, there is one more thing."
Mo Huaifeng looked at him puzzled.
Ji Zhiyao was serious: "From now on, I will go up to you."
Mo Huaifeng immediately said, "Have you heard a word?"
Ji Zhiyao was puzzled, "What?"
Mo Huaifeng: "If you are a man, you have to rely on your strength to speak. The same goes for up and down issues."
Ji Zhiyao: "..."
Ji Zhiyao remembered the fact that he was beaten violently in both 1v1 and 3v3, and couldn't help but shed tears of regret.
…
The things to be done have been done, and Mo Huaifeng proposed to return home that night very satisfied.
He caught a cold on the first day, and Ji Zhiyao was actually terribly annoyed by his own dissatisfaction. He went to the mall to buy the things that others had asked him to bring, and the two of them booked the plane tickets and returned home.
Domestically, it is raining in City S.
Walking to the gate of the airport, Ji Zhiyao looked at the heavy rain outside, then at the two suitcases dragged by Mo Huaifeng and the big and small bags on his body, feeling terribly worried, "Captain, wait for me here for a while, I'm going out to take a taxi."
He took off his bag, and was stopped by Mo Huaifeng just as he took half a step.
Mo Huaifeng let go of the box, frowned and said, "It's raining outside, you wait here."
After finishing speaking, he didn't even give Ji Zhiyao a chance to stay, and rushed into the rain without saying a word.
Ji Zhiyao blinked in a daze, thinking, could this be the feeling of having a boyfriend
… not bad.
His depravity is not light.
Ji Zhiyao was bored watching the heavy rain outside, but his arm was suddenly touched intentionally.
He turned around suspiciously, and saw a girl in long clothes and trousers, her expression was changing from probing to excited.
Ji Zhiyao touched his face reflexively, and found that he seemed to have forgotten the mask on the plane, and he didn't wear anything on his face at all.
He could forget all of this, he almost wanted to kneel down to himself.
Ji Zhiyao quickly lowered the brim of his hat, and deliberately pressed his voice and asked, "Sister, did you recognize the wrong person? I don't know you."
The girl rolled her eyes, "Guapi, don't pretend. I've been a fan of you for two years, how could I admit my mistake?"
Ji Zhiyao: "..." Fucking hell, he's still an old fan.
He looked around helplessly, and found that no one noticed them, he was relieved a little, and asked, "Do you want an autograph or a group photo?"
The girl was not sloppy, "Let's sign it. Taking pictures together can easily arouse jealousy, and it's not convenient for you or me."
Ji Zhiyao was overjoyed immediately, his fans were simply too cute, sensible, and beautiful, that's probably what "fans follow idols".
After Ji Zhiyao finished signing, he handed the book to the girl, but suddenly he heard the girl ask: "My melon, is it God Fi who is running here?"
Ji Zhiyao looked out subconsciously, and immediately took a breath, smirking: "Yes, yes, what a coincidence."
The girl was suspicious: "Aren't you together?"
Ji Zhiyao was inexplicably guilty: "...it seems to be, it seems to be."
Mo Huaifeng's hair was almost completely wet. When he came over, Ji Zhiyao quickly took out the tissue in his pocket and raised his hand to dry his hair.
Ji Zhiyao was not tall enough, so he patted him on the shoulder, and Mo Huaifeng immediately lowered his head.
After a few simple wipes, Ji Zhiyao thought of the girl beside him, looked up and found that she was taking pictures with her mobile phone.
Ji Zhiyao: "..."
Mo Huaifeng also saw it, frowned and asked Ji Zhiyao: "This is it?"
Ji Zhiyao whispered: "This girl has been my fan for two years, old fan."
"oh."
Mo Huaifeng's expression instantly relaxed, and he took the initiative to ask, "Want to sign?"
The girl was excited, "Yes! God Fi, please sign this for me. What kind of luck am I today, if I tell them, they will definitely be jealous of me."
After Mo Huaifeng finished signing, he put the cap on the pen, "Please, don't post the photos on the Internet, okay?"
"Don't worry, I have my sense of proportion." The girl glanced at the phone and said, "But this photo was taken well, I sent you a private message on Weibo, you can take it as you like~"
"Thank you." Mo Huaifeng nodded to her, "We have something to do, so let's go first."
The girl waved her hand, "Okay, good bye God Fi. Guapi, mom loves you, bye~"
After seeing off Mo Huaifeng and Ji Zhiyao, the girl smiled "hehe", pointed her phone at the autograph book, took a picture, and uploaded it to the Weibo group.
[Indefinitely, the famous black fan support club: Look! [Picture.jpg]Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh]
[My love for melon rind: woc! what happened? Where is this? Have you met Gua Pi and God Fi?]
[Try hard to be a cutie: envy, envy in capital letters! What kind of luck is this? Ahhh, I'm so envious!]
[Aaapple: In a word, how much does this signature cost?]
[Famous Black Fan Support Club in the distant future: Wake up, even if I die, I won't sell it. I met Guapi and God Fi at the airport today. At first I thought I was making a mistake, but after a closer look, it turned out to be true. Guapi pretended not to be himself, 23333 was so stupid, it made me laugh so hard.]
[Heard where the wind is coming from: Don't you want a group photo? I heard from a friend that melon skin is easy to talk about.]
[youngerrrr: The two of them are at the airport together, are there no other members of the team? My goodness, they didn't hang out alone.]
[Chocolate ice cream: I suddenly smelled an unusual smell.]
[MIXYAO: What breath? gay?]
[Famous black fan support club in the distant future: I didn't see the rest of the team, maybe they left first. Don't talk nonsense about things without evidence, be careful of being exposed to marketing accounts, let them take the meaning out of context and use the melon skin to rub the heat, what a trick!]
[Chocolate ice cream: I understand, I can be black, but I must not let others black.]
[Famous black fan support club in the distant future: (?) That's right, that's it.]
…
Ji Zhiyao was stuffed into a taxi, and said a little depressed: "Obviously I'm a fan, why do you act like your fan?"
Mo Huaifeng was without sincerity, "Oh, I've wronged you."
Ji Zhiyao couldn't help but rolled his eyes at him, lowered his head, and began to search.
Mo Huaifeng saw it and asked, "What are you looking for?"
"Mobile phone. Hey, where is my phone?"
Ji Zhiyao fumbled for his pocket while talking, and finally took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, and waved it in front of Mo Huaifeng's eyes, "Didn't my fans say that they want to private message me the photos on Weibo? I have to take a good look. What a beautiful picture I took."
He entered Weibo. Because there were too many private messages, he only looked through the ones with photos in the past few minutes, and found them quickly.
It's just that the fan's ID made the corners of his lips twitch violently a few times.
Mo Huaifeng kept looking at Ji Zhiyao, and found that his expression quickly changed from curiosity to anger, so he asked, "Why?"
Ji Zhiyao: "That girl is actually the 'National Black Fan Support Association'?! I posted on Weibo before, and this ID will always rush to the front to comment on the dog's head for me. It's really crazy."
Mo Huaifeng was speechless, "...a good name."
Confused by the name, Mo Huaifeng also wanted to see what the photos looked like. So he leaned over to Ji Zhiyao and looked at the phone screen.
I have to admit that the girl's photos are really well taken, and she is very cute at first glance. Mo Huaifeng expressed his satisfaction, "Send me a copy on WeChat."
Hearing this, Ji Zhiyao saved the picture, and while clicking into Mo Huaifeng's WeChat dialog box, he muttered, "What's so interesting? The second photo shows that I'm so much shorter than you, it's all distorted."