Mo Huaifeng noticed the eyes of people around him staring at him, and couldn't help frowning more and more, and his voice was full of coldness: "Hurry up."
Hearing this, several people couldn't help but quicken their pace and walked towards the VIP waiting area.
Mo Huaifeng's impatient look was completely different from what Ji Zhiyao had seen before, and he couldn't help looking at the young man's back in a little surprise. Da Nuo, who was beside him, squeezed over, followed his gaze, and said somewhat clearly: "Brother, hold on."
Ji Zhiyao raised his eyes in surprise, "God Fi is usually so... fierce?" The last time we met, although Mo Huaifeng's behavior of pulling him to play flying chess was a bit weird, he was obviously very kind...
Danuo: "No, no, this is the captain's waking up, whether he wakes up or not."
Ji Zhiyao let out an "oh", and reached out to support the glass door of the waiting area that was about to close.
The VIP waiting area was very quiet. People sitting in twos and threes sat on their seats. Although they also looked in their direction several times curiously, it was much better than the noisy atmosphere and undisguised gaze outside.
The low pressure around Mo Huaifeng also gradually warmed up.
Everyone found a row of empty chairs and sat down. Yuan Wei and another assistant went out to check in, while the rest of the team members took a nap with their arms folded.
Da Nuo, who was still extremely energetic just now, yawned several times in a row, tilted his head, and fell asleep leaning on K.
Ji Zhiyao sat upright in the middle, alone, looking at the tilted Mix team from left to right, the feeling of "everyone is drunk but I am sober" arises spontaneously.
Seeing Mo Huaifeng beside him with his eyes closed and resting his mind, his facial features and three-dimensional eyelashes are thick and black, even with two big dark circles under his eyes, he is still handsome. Even though Ji Zhiyao thought he was a straight man, he couldn't hold back for a moment and took a few extra glances.
Unexpectedly, Mo Huaifeng's senses were very keen. He didn't even lift his eyelids, just closed his eyes and asked, "Are you sleepy?"
Ji Zhiyao: "I'm not sleepy, I know I have to get up early, and I went to bed after ten o'clock yesterday."
Mo Huaifeng opened his eyes, and his chocolate-colored pupils looked at Ji Zhiyao very seriously, as if looking at a strange new species.
Ji Zhiyao: "I went to bed too early? What time did you go to bed?"
Mo Huaifeng: "Four o'clock."
Ji Zhiyao looked at the sky outside the window speechlessly, it was only nine o'clock, even if it only took them an hour to get to the airport from waking up, this group of Internet addicted teenagers only slept for four hours
"Isn't there an exhibition game in the afternoon? You slept too late."
Mo Huaifeng leaned back lazily, his eyelids half-closed. He reached into his pocket with one hand and took out a box of mints, poured one out of his palm and threw it into his mouth, his tone was a bit vague: "I have an appointment with the Bug team in the exhibition match, I haven't played with them for a long time, I stayed up late last night to study video data."
Ji Zhiyao nodded. He had heard about the Bug team. The third place team in the national qualifiers two years ago was relatively strong in the country. Unexpectedly, the Mix team was just an exhibition match, and they all made appointments with such opponents.
On the one hand, Mo Huaifeng seemed to have guessed what Ji Zhiyao was thinking, swallowed the mints on the tip of his tongue, and said in a low voice, still not energetic: "Mix exhibition games never invite non-professional teams. Put on black material. It is said to be an exhibition match, but it is actually equivalent to an open training match."
"It must be wonderful."
Mo Huaifeng turned his eyes slightly, and found that the big boy who was four years younger than him had slightly curved eyebrows and eyes, as if he had great confidence in them, so he couldn't help but want to tease him.