Without blinking his eyes, Ji Zhiyao repeatedly read the news on the official Mix blog more than a dozen times, even remembering exactly what punctuation marks were used. In the end, he threw the phone to Wen Heng, got out of bed in a hurry, took the phone to the balcony, and made a call.
This was the first time he dialed Mo Huaifeng's number after saving it, but he didn't expect it to be because of this.
The call rang twice, and Ji Zhiyao heard Mo Huaifeng's "Hello" and he was struggling with himself: "God Fi, what does this mean? Why... I suddenly became a Mix jungler substitute?"
Through the receiver, he heard rustling sounds, like the faint noise of a stool being dragged behind and the kicking of slippers, and then Mo Huaifeng's voice: "I sent you a WeChat message before the official blog was updated. , didn't you see it?"
Ji Zhiyao was taken aback for a moment, thinking of the hour when he fell asleep, his mood suddenly became like a dog.
Mo Huaifeng was not in a hurry: "Your training time will be based on your class schedule; the annual salary is 700,000 without bonus; the fixed live broadcast time is only 40 hours per month. What's the problem?"
Ji Zhiyao: "Yes."
Mo Huaifeng: "Where?"
Ji Zhiyao: "For example, my own opinion."
Mo Huaifeng: "At the entrance of the hospital, haven't you already agreed? 'Without these external factors, you would be happy to be a professional player'. Didn't you say that?"
Yes yes he did say so! But thinking and doing are completely different things, bro!
What's more, his words were forced out...
Ji Zhiyao was very aggrieved: "...the club made an official announcement without even calling me. Are you trying to kidnap and sell me? I don't agree."
Then he heard a chuckle on the other end of the phone, lazily, "It's late, no refunds."
Ji Zhiyao: "..."
After hearing Mo Huaifeng say a few words about the training time, Ji Zhiyao hung up the phone and went into the room.
He was greeted by the inquiring gaze of Wen Heng, the only one who stayed in the dormitory.
Ji Zhiyao: "I just found out, so what, do you want to sign?"
Wen Heng: "... no, thank you."
Ji Zhiyao sat on the stool and logged into Weibo with his mobile phone. When he entered, he got stuck as expected.
He didn't read Aite and the private message, but directly entered the Mix official blog page, entered a few words and then pressed forward slowly.
[Indefinitely in the future V: Mix. Yao. Not much to say, in the future journey, we will be in the same boat through thick and thin. @Mix Team Official Blog V: Disclaimer: Due to the team's starting jungler @Mix.XiaoV suffering from a hand injury and needing treatment, the team considered again and again and invited @远远无未V to be the Mix team's jungler substitute. New blood, new journey. The new international league is just around the corner, Mix will definitely live up to everyone's expectations, and will go all out to get international tickets! Thanks again to all the fans of the team for their support!]
In this way, he calmly accepted the fact that he was about to become a professional player.
Although his heart is far from as peaceful as it appears on the surface.
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[Subject: The story that Team 818Mix has to tell.]
Host: [I always thought Team Mix was a clear stream in the domestic e-sports circle. After all, all of them are good-looking, have no gossip, don’t have fans, don’t keep a low profile, and only want to win the international league award—
Until I saw Team Mix's substitute jungler :)
Are Internet celebrities crossing borders popular now
I admit that this little anchor has a lot of fans and looks good. But looking at his game skills, it's not perfect, is it? Did Mix get his head caught by the door to choose such a substitute
And the news was announced a few days ago after God Fi and his trumpet live broadcast, is this a preparation for accepting him into the team
He also acts as a moth to help clarify the scandal, saying that friendship is forever, you can let go of the e-sports circle.
Nowhere? This anchor let himself go and talk sarcastically every day, selling a good character.
Above, a lifetime of blackness in the distant future.
Not convinced to spray. :)]