A Xiao complained half-truthfully, "No, it hurts like hell. Captain, go back to City S."
"Um."
A group of people took the fastest flight back to City S, and the high interest when they came had turned into dullness.
Arrive in S City, get off the plane, and get on the bus.
The car is the exclusive business car of the Mix team. It first took everyone back to the base to get their things, and then went straight to the city hospital. Ji Zhiyao didn't leave during the period, but went to the hospital with him, accompanied him to take a film and see a doctor.
But when the doctor explained the situation, Ji Zhiyao quietly exited the room without listening.
After all, he is not a member of Mix. A Xiao's injury belongs to the team's privacy, and it is not suitable for him to listen to the specific situation.
Ji Zhiyao was sitting on the bench outside the doctor's office, playing with his mobile phone, feeling a little out of sorts.
After waiting for a long time, he searched almost all the apps on his phone, and finally found the information about today's exhibition match on Weibo's hot search list.
[Passerby A is me: Today I watched the exhibition match of Team Mix vs Team Bug. Although the younger brothers are very handsome, their appearance can no longer make up for my disappointment with Team Mix. The score difference is not big, but it can be easily seen that Mix struggled to play wild in the later stage and couldn't keep up with the rhythm. This strength is really worrying.]
[Put juice in the mineral water: Don’t be ridiculous, it’s the national qualifier champion team two years ago, and they plan to use this state to participate in the national qualifier a year later?]
[Muyu 123123: Just ask, will there be a Huaxia E-sports team in the International League in two years?]
[I don't listen to what you say: Gangzhen, the jungler is a carry rhythm, what did A Xiao do? Is it too ugly to lose? Who said he was 50-50 with Boom? I almost laughed out loud.]
There are many, many such comments, some of which are even unsightly.
Ji Zhiyao frowned and read the news until his eyes hurt. He didn't know how many times he clicked on the dialog box, wanting to tell these people that A Xiao is still in the hospital, but he couldn't reply anything, he could only watch Weibo comments spread at a speed of more than ten per second.
There were a few photos of him frowning in the audience, and then he called himself a fan, and Aite came out to respond to whether A Xiao was such a good player.
Ji Zhiyao wanted to throw the phone on the face of "his fans".
He threw himself heavily on the back of the chair, and a few strands of hair on his forehead jumped out decadently, blocking a small piece of sight.
Ji Zhiyao narrowed his eyes, and suddenly felt part of the light from top to bottom dimmed. He looked up in surprise, and found that Mo Huaifeng came out of the doctor's office at some point, with a cigarette stuck between his knuckles, but he did not light it.
His eyes were deep, so dark that it was almost breathless. Ji Zhiyao was startled for a while, and it took him a long time to react. He stood up and looked behind his empty back: "God Fi, brother Xiao..."
Mo Huaifeng interrupted him: "I'll take you back to school first, and we'll talk on the way."
Ji Zhiyao froze for a moment, and slowed down his speech: "It's okay, God Fi, don't send me off. My software can just call a car and go."
Mo Huaifeng's dark brown pupils looked over without blinking, causing Ji Zhiyao's voice to stop abruptly, and finally nodded helplessly.
There is no other reason.
— Mo Huaifeng seemed to be in a really bad mood.
Instead of taking the elevator, the two took the stairs down. It was dinner time at this time, and there was no one in the stairwell at all.
The lights were a little dim, as if they were in a low mood.