When Ji Zhiyao started the fifth game, he looked like a wilted cabbage, listless, and even the fans in the live broadcast room brushed him two yachts in succession but failed to save him.
And in his heart, for the umpteenth time, he spurned himself and turned off God Fi's friend application.
That's God Fi!
If you add friends, even if you can only practice skills against Team Mix, that would be great.
A bright avenue was buried with his own hands.
Conscience hurts.
The aggrieved heart was directly expressed on the assassin in white. Regardless of 3v3 or 5v5, as long as there is a wild area, whether it is one's own side or the opponent's, all will be bald and no grass will grow.
In the past, Ji Zhiyao paid more attention to skills and dirty routines in live broadcasts, and rarely had such a fierce style of play.
The old fan also saw that something was wrong, and would send a gift to appease his melon skin from time to time.
After the fifth round of the game, the assassin in white won the MVP again, and the breath that Ji Zhiyao had been holding back all this time finally came out. He raised his eyebrows and glanced at the wall clock, two and a half hours had passed since the first game started.
Seeing that the time for the live broadcast was almost over, Ji Zhiyao didn't have much interest in playing any more, so he quit the game account, smiled at the camera, and said, "See you tomorrow."
[Is the live broadcast time long enough?]
[See you tomorrow, melon skin~]
[Going on a business trip, I can't see you anymore, let's watch the replay when I get there.]
[888888888]
Ji Zhiyao pushed open the door and went downstairs.
It was close to twelve o'clock at noon, and there were only a few dishes lying on the dining table alone.
There was a slender girl beside the table. Hearing the voice, she turned to look at him with a smile: "Brother."
Sensing the girl's direct gaze, he mumbled with a steamed bun in his mouth, "What kind of monster are you going to do again?"
"What is a demon?"
Ji Qingge rolled his eyes silently, got up and poured a cold cup, handed it to Ji Zhiyao, and rubbed his shoulders attentively, "Brother, are you tired?"
"good."
The strength on the shoulders was a little heavy, and Ji Zhiyao broke free from her clutches without a trace, "Speak directly if you have something to say."
"Brother, come with me to get your ears pierced."
Ji Zhiyao struggled to swallow the steamed bun that choked in his throat, "I'll accompany you?"
Ji Qingge took it for granted, "Yes, if it hurts, I can pinch you."
"..."
No matter how reluctant Ji Zhiyao was, after the meal, he was still dragged away by Ji Qingge like a salted fish.
An hour later, Ji Zhiyao took a breath and touched his arm, which was difficult to flatten. The purple half-moon-shaped pits on it were obviously dug out with fingernails.
And the culprit gently rubbed his earlobe, and happily circling around: "It doesn't hurt at all, the sister who pierced her ears really didn't lie to me!"
Ji Zhiyao wanted to blow her dog's head off.
Not long after walking, Ji Zhiyao paused when passing by Ginza Mall, "Ji Qingge, you go home first."
"What are you doing?"
He pointed his chin in the direction of the mall, "There's a hegemony competition there today, go over and play."
"Okay, help me bring home two packs of cucumber-flavored potato chips, and a bowl of taro balls."
"Why didn't you support you to death?" Ji Zhiyao muttered, and then said: "Understood, be careful when crossing the road."
After watching Ji Qingge pass the intersection smoothly, Ji Zhiyao put his hands in his trouser pockets, and slowly walked into the gate of Ginza Mall.