"The 5v5 hasn't started yet, the cars are scattered."
Shaking his sore arm back and forth twice, Ji Zhiyao lightly mocked, first squinted at the direction in which Zhongdan was leaving, and then looked at the WJ team who was clearly gloating, "Let's just end it, let them hold a Go away with Bi Yiping's regret."
"Can."
"No comment."
"No problem." The top laner smiled wryly, "I haven't started to operate yet, so I'm going to die. But that's fine, I can deceive myself, I have a 50-50 winning rate against professional teams."
Ji Zhiyao patted his shoulder with a smile.
The four of them got up together, met the complex eyes of the audience and the WJ team, briefly explained the situation to the host, and then left without looking back.
Behind them, they could vaguely hear someone calling them angrily, but no one answered.
…
It was close to one o'clock in the afternoon when we got home, Ji Zhiyao hadn't had lunch yet, and his chest was already hungry.
Both parents are going to work, and Ji Qingge enrolls in cram school in advance for next year's college entrance examination to prepare for the stupid bird to fly first. There is nothing to eat at home except instant noodles.
Ji Zhiyao first ordered a takeaway, then pressed the switch of the electric kettle, and opened the instant noodle bucket.
After waiting for the water to boil for a few minutes, he dug out two ham sausages from the refrigerator, ate one and cut the other. Throw the cut ham sausage into the instant noodle bucket, and the water boils.
Ji Zhiyao soaked the noodles, and within a few minutes, he ate a bucket of soft and not hard noodles.
After he cleaned up the mess, the takeaway arrived.
Facing a box of delicious and spicy crayfish, Ji Zhiyao leaned his phone on the bracket before putting on plastic gloves, and opened the live broadcast software.
When I first entered, I was shocked.
There were actually 30,000 viewers waiting in the live broadcast room.
He started the live broadcast purely on a whim, planning to waste time, and didn't send a Weibo notice.
"I won't play games today, just spend some time eating and broadcasting." After saying this, Ji Zhiyao found that the number of people online had not decreased but increased, and he couldn't help being a little dazed, "Do you like to watch me eat?"
[QAQ melon skin I like everything! It’s the cutest when you’re eating, broadcasting, and chatting~]
[Eat, eat, how do you know how to eat]
[I silently glanced at the ten yuan lunch box in front of me, feeling a little dull.]
[This hemp shop looks good.]
"Of course it's not bad, the one with the most authentic taste in a few miles around."
While sucking the crayfish, Ji Zhiyao picked out a few barrage replies. He was happy and relaxed, and fans were also happy to see his hot red lips.
Beauty is present, how to see how to feel.
But Ji Zhiyao didn't realize it, he quickly threw the peeled shell into the trash can, and when he raised his eyes again, he saw a very distinctive barrage.
"What do you mean 'explain what's going on between you and God Fi~ My heart is itching to death'? Me and God Fi? It's just the relationship between game rivals. What can happen?"
Ji Zhiyao frowned slightly, and gnawed off a crayfish in confusion.
Could it be that he didn't know what he posted on Weibo in the morning
In the next second, he almost jumped up.
[Stop talking nonsense, if it’s okay, why did God Fi forward and reply to your Weibo?]
[Guapi, haven't you noticed that Weibo has an extra fan named "Mix.FiV"?]
[Just watch your acting in silence.]
"..."
Ji Zhiyao threw the crayfish in his hand, and even splashed the soup on the phone screen because of his excitement. Immediately afterwards, the live broadcast room changed its status to "the anchor is not at home".