After running for half an hour, Mo Huaifeng suddenly approached and lifted Ji Zhiyao down, "Go and lift the iron."
Ji Zhiyao subconsciously hugged the treadmill tightly, with a confused face: "What did I do wrong, you want to separate us?"
Mo Huaifeng: "You call this exercise?"
Ji Zhiyao: "Why don't you call!"
Mo Huaifeng had a face of "Don't compare with me and tell you to go, just go", Ji Zhiyao was forced by the captain's coercion, reluctantly moved the nest, and went to lift the iron very depressed.
— After holding it for more than ten minutes, the distance between the hand and him was no more than ten centimeters, and Ji Zhiyao felt that he was about to suffocate.
After sneaking around for a while, Pu Junzhi walked in and announced the dissolution.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Ji Zhiyao was tired and slumped on the back of the seat. Mo Huaifeng looked back and came over to pull him up, "Tsk, my physique is too poor."
Ji Zhiyao doesn't want to talk to him.
He especially wanted to show his integrity, such as throwing off the support from Mo Huaifeng or something. However, his arm was really weak, and after struggling a few times, Ji Zhiyao let Mo Huaifeng continue to help him with peace of mind.
After climbing up to the third floor, Ji Zhiyao's last breath was almost gone.
Mo Huaifeng sent him to the door and opened the door for him by the way. Ji Zhiyao said: "Thank you, Captain. - I'll find you later, I have something to tell you."
Mo Huaifeng's eyes instantly had a lot of meaning.
Ji Zhiyao understood in seconds, and almost punched him in the face, "It's really something!"
Mo Huaifeng: "I didn't say anything else, what are you excited about?"
Ji Zhiyao: "Damn it???"
Mo Huaifeng: "Tsk."
Madeleine, how angry!
Ji Zhiyao threw the back of his head directly to Mo Huaifeng and entered the room.
— half an hour later.
Ji Zhiyao: "... I'm actually very interested in this, and I want to try it a little bit. But Lao Ning doesn't agree, he hopes that I can concentrate on what I'm practicing now."
As early as five minutes after Ji Zhiyao entered his room, Mo Huaifeng's frown never went down.
After Ji Zhiyao finished speaking, he looked at Mo Huaifeng eagerly.
After a long time, Mo Huaifeng said: "I have practiced before."
Ji Zhiyao's eyes widened, "What the hell? Lao Ning didn't tell me. What happened after that?"
"It was a period of time after Mix was reorganized two years ago." Mo Huaifeng shook his head slightly, "Its operation speed required too much wrist and eyesight, and my hands couldn't bear it, so I gave up after a while."
Ji Zhiyao didn't expect that there was such a thing.
Not even the captain of his family, so what about him? May I
If not... is it a waste of training time
After all, there are still eight months left before the International League.
Ji Zhiyao fell into silence.
Seeing him like this, Mo Huaifeng stretched out his hand to rub his hair, and suddenly said, "Why don't you give it a try?"
Ji Zhiyao suddenly looked up at him.
Mo Huaifeng: "Two years ago, I had been a carry for three years. It's normal for my wrist to not keep up. But you are different. If you really count, you are now on the rise, so it's worth a try. "
Ji Zhiyao: "Really?"
Mo Huaifeng nodded.
Immediately, Ji Zhiyao was full of confidence, and his tail almost turned up, "Since you have said so, I will give it a try. Anyway, if the hand speed increases, I will not suffer."
Mo Huaifeng: "Yes."
Ji Zhiyao remembered another thing that the data analyst told him, and happily said to Mo Huaifeng: "By the way, Lao Ning told me that I have a world ranking!"
Mo Huaifeng was also a little surprised. From getting off the plane yesterday to today's training, he basically didn't check his phone much, so he naturally missed this news.
He calculated the time, and the previous world rankings seemed to be announced at this time every time. So he asked, "How much?"
Ji Zhiyao: "Thirty-nine!"
Mo Huaifeng was silent, and couldn't bear to say: "...there are fifty people on the list."
Ji Zhiyao's smile gradually disappeared, "Captain, do you have a problem with me?"
Mo Huaifeng: "Don't dare."
Ji Zhiyao: "Oh, man. I'm on the list for the first time, and this ranking is already pretty good, okay? - So how many names did you get on the list for the first time?"
Mo Huaifeng let it go for a while before he said uncertainly, "Ninth?"
Ji Zhiyao: "Farewell!"
Mo Huaifeng couldn't help laughing, "You've only been playing professionally for how long, what's the rush?"
Ji Zhiyao was a little desperate, "I have to be anxious. I guess I won't be able to play in the next one after I finished this international league. One has to have a little dream—"
Before the words fell, it stopped abruptly.
Ji Zhiyao can't wait to give himself two big mouths.
Damn, why did you just say it!
However, Mo Huaifeng's expression was very calm, "Don't worry."
Ji Zhiyao nodded like a chick pecking rice, and didn't dare to ask what to worry about, and said repeatedly: "Don't worry, don't worry, especially don't worry!"
Mo Huaifeng glanced at him and faintly smiled.
Ji Zhiyao finally breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could relax for a few seconds, he saw Mo Huaifeng roll up his sleeves slowly, tidying up and saying, "The debt owed to me, should I change it?"
Ji Zhiyao was confused: "What the hell?"
Mo Huaifeng: "What do you think?"
Ji Zhiyao is still confused. Mo Huaifeng felt that his stupid look didn't seem like a faux pas, so he reminded: "Red envelope."
Ji Zhiyao suddenly had an expression of being struck by lightning.
grass!
Who will grab who is below? ?
Ji Zhiyao started to back away, his eyes rolling: "Didn't we say we should stop talking about this?"
Mo Huaifeng sneered, "Who told you?"
Ji Zhiyao: "You!"
Mo Huaifeng: "Stop farting."
Ji Zhiyao: "..."
Mo Huaifeng: "Are you coming here by yourself, or shall I arrest you?"
Ji Zhiyao hesitated for a while, thinking that maybe if he took the initiative to tap his butt, it wouldn't hurt so much. So he said: "I've never done this kind of thing before, but I heard from Ji Qingge that it hurts, why don't you take it easy."
Mo Huaifeng: "..."
Ji Zhiyao: "And this is South Korea! Don't let me be found out, and I will be sent back to China with a title like 'China Champion Late Night in a Boarding Apartment ××'!"
Mo Huaifeng: "..."
Ji Zhiyao: "Is it illegal to commit a crime in Korea?"
Mo Huaifeng didn't know what to say, so he waved weakly, "Come here first."
Ji Zhiyao saw that he couldn't escape this catastrophe no matter whether he was talking about things or things, so he cursed in a low voice, and rushed to Mo Huaifeng with a face full of generosity, almost knocking him down, "Made, death is the most important thing!" Die, come on Team Ba!"
Mo Huaifeng was completely speechless.
He laughed helplessly, then stretched out his hand to pull Ji Zhiyao who had tightly closed his eyes, bowed his head and kissed him.
Ji Zhiyao was a little confused by the kiss, but he still responded very enthusiastically. However, he waited and waited, and did not wait for the legendary next step. Mo Huaifeng still simply kissed him.