Ji Zhiyao's mind froze for a moment, and then repeated: "Jungle substitute?"
After he said these four words, his expression was a little bit wrong. Even if Mix wants to recruit jungler substitutes, A Xiao is still in the hospital, why is Mo Huaifeng in the mood to mention this now
Also, why is it him
Ji Zhiyao is very self-aware. He is an amateur game streamer. He is good enough to beat passers-by with his skills, but he is not enough to be seen among professional players, let alone his popularity compared to Mix...
There are plenty of people who are stronger than him, but he is just an ordinary person.
Ji Zhiyao can't figure it out, look at Mo Huaifeng.
The smoke in his hand burned to the end, and Mo Huaifeng snuffed it out, and his porcelain white fingers looked particularly beautiful under the somewhat dim light of the sky.
He seemed to be phrasing, and he said after a while: "The technology is not bad, the attitude is correct, the person is enthusiastic, and the appearance is more in line with Mix's beauty standards..."
As soon as Mo Huaifeng opened his mouth, Ji Zhiyao couldn't help saying "hey" in his heart, knowing that this person was talking about his advantages, he couldn't help but feel a little swollen. After listening to a few words, the sound gradually disappeared in his ears, and Ji Zhiyao raised his head with an unfinished expression: "What else?"
Mo Huaifeng: "..."
Mo Huaifeng: "Thick-skinned."
Ji Zhiyao "tsk", "This is also one of the advantages, but don't talk nonsense."
Mo Huaifeng: "... oh."
Ji Zhiyao raised his hand to wipe his face, and when he put down his hand, he was already sober. He didn't think deeply about the reason why Mo Huaifeng invited him, but said: "To be honest, God Fi, from the first time I met you, to the time when I met all members of Mix, I always feel that I am very lucky. But I know in my heart how much I have. Double, it’s okay to start a live broadcast to earn some pocket money. As a professional player, I don’t have this level.”
Ji Zhiyao raised his eyelashes, and there was a slight glint in his pitch-black pupils, making the young man seem particularly harmless to humans and animals. He said truthfully: "I am not suitable."
For some reason, Mo Huaifeng found this scene a bit glaring. He tilted his head slightly, "You don't want to be a professional player? Don't you want to achieve the goal of 'wearing the five-star red flag on the podium'?"
"think."
Maybe it's because all the thoughts in his heart have been spoken out, but Ji Zhiyao's consideration is much less. He licked the corners of his lips, and his smiling eyes curved slightly: "Everyone has a hero complex, and I am no exception. But there is always a gap between reality and ideas, not to mention my personal ability, whether the technology is hard enough , Is the psychological quality strong enough? Take me as an example, I have just been admitted to university, I still have to attend classes, it is impossible to train every day. But as far as I know, the training system at the base is full-time."
He threw the problem to Mo Huaifeng, "I got into S University with great effort, and I also like the law major. I won't drop out of school easily to play e-sports."
Mo Huaifeng frowned.
Each e-sports team has its own rules, and there are also clear regulations on the training time of professional players. If Ji Zhiyao wants to balance e-sports and studies, according to the rules, it is basically impossible.
Compared to Mo Huaifeng's unclear emotions, Ji Zhiyao was much more relaxed. He drank the remaining half bottle of Coke, walked slowly, and threw it into the trash can on the street. Then he stopped in front of Mo Huaifeng, and raised his phone: "God Fi, I have to go back to school to make time for the live broadcast, so let's go first. Contact me if you have anything to do."
"Wait."
Ji Zhiyao turned around and met Mo Huaifeng's eyebrows, his momentum dropped by more than one end in an instant. He touched his nose helplessly: "God Fi, are you reluctant to let me go?"
"If you don't consider objective factors, just start from your point of view," Mo Huaifeng spoke slowly, but it made Ji Zhiyao's heart a little bit lifted, "Are you willing to join the Mix team and become a professional player? ?”