[Floor 1: Please don't bring the rhythm, hurry up and be yourself. I said it was a substitute, a substitute! It's not the first round, so if you find someone with good skills, do you want to complain about Team Mix's nostalgia?]
[Floor 2: Wake up, when did you see God Fi cooperate with the hype? in a dream?]
[Third floor: It makes sense. I don't know what the Mix team wants to do in this wave. The hope of entering the international league this year is not as good as putting on high boots. I am also tired of watching Mix look so hard to die.]
[Floor 4: Do you really regard the game as a passer-by game? Find an anchor to show how inflated you are? Hehe.]
[Floor 5: I suddenly had a bold idea. There is an extra anchor in the base. Wouldn’t it be possible to live broadcast Fi God’s daily routine in the future for the sake of popularity?]
[Floor 6: Finding a substitute depends on the faces of you fans of drama fans? ? Then this wave of my station is far away, what did they do wrong? If Team Mix doesn't take the initiative to recruit him, can he join the team?]
[7th floor: As expected of a person who has a py relationship with God Fi...]
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No matter what was sprayed outside, Ji Zhiyao ignored it.
In addition to the expiration of the live broadcast contract, he did not renew the contract considering that the players' live broadcast required another live broadcast platform. This week, he didn't even enter the live broadcast room at all.
In the eyes of the outside world, he did not start the live broadcast purely to avoid the limelight.
So they discussed more cheerfully.
On Tuesday, Ji Zhiyao finished his class, and the team manager Yuan Wei contacted him in advance to report. He took the bus and arrived at the Mix base.
It's the third time I'm here, and I feel like I'm familiar with the road.
Ji Zhiyao looked at the contract that was seven or eight pages long in front of him, and at Yuan Wei and Mo Huaifeng who were staring at him closely, as if worried that he would suddenly run away in the middle of signing, pulled the corners of his lips, and turned directly Go to the last page and sign your name.
Yuan Wei: "Huh? You don't look at it anymore? Are you afraid of selling you?"
Ji Zhiyao: "I personally think that a jungler who can breathe is more valuable than raw pork."
Mo Huaifeng: "It's very in-depth."
Yuan Wei put away the contract, and took out another few pages: "This is the contract with Maoyan Live Broadcasting, live broadcast for forty hours a month, you can stay in this position and continue to shine. - By the way, your live broadcast Can you call them together when the time comes, and let them remember that live broadcasting is more laborious than being constipated and shitting."
Ji Zhiyao: "Okay, I will try my best to make them fall in love with this healthy entertainment."
Who knew that Mo Huaifeng glanced at him at this moment, and said after a few seconds: "Flag, don't stand around, it will slap you in the face."
Ji Zhiyao: "..."
Yuan Wei checked the contract, found nothing wrong, and handed Ji Zhiyao a timetable, "This is a training plan based on your class schedule. Fortunately, you are a freshman and there are not many courses. Otherwise, even the time for training and coordination None of them can stay."
Ji Zhiyao read it carefully. On Thursdays, Fridays and weekends when he has no classes, he trains at the base. On Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays, you will be in double row with your teammates online, and you must have at least five hours of training per day. Leave of absence is allowed under special circumstances, and the final exam will be counted separately.
On the whole, it fits his situation well.
Ji Zhiyao put away his watch, "Okay. Then I'll go back to school first."
Seeing this, Yuan Wei said: "The room on the second floor has been cleaned for you. After viewing the room, we'll leave before it's too late. I'll go to the club to hand over the contract, captain, please take your new teammate to look at the room."
Yuan Wei put down these words and left in a hurry.
Mo Huaifeng put his hands in his pockets, and his casual look was very handsome: "Let's go, little substitute."
Ji Zhiyao stood up and went upstairs with him, while making comments: "God Fi, you are only four years older than me, so you really don't need to always have a kind and kind tone."
When Mo Huaifeng stopped walking up the stairs, his long and narrow eyes looked over, very oppressive.
Ji Zhiyao: "... I'm sorry, Captain."
"You get into the role pretty quickly."
Walking to the room at the end of the corridor on the second floor, Mo Huaifeng pushed open the door and said, "The room was just cleaned up yesterday. It's not big. It's very convenient for you to live alone."
Ji Zhiyao probed in and took a look. The room was gray and white, clean and elegant. The size of a large bed in the middle is slightly larger than that of a single bed, which looks soft and comfortable. There are a few ornaments on the desk for decoration, there are wall hangings on the wall, and there is a bathroom near the door. Small but complete.
Ji Zhiyao looked happy, and said with a smile: "Thank you base, thank you brother Yuanwei, thank you captain."
Mo Huaifeng was indifferent to this sentence of thanks, he just looked at him and asked, "Are you not staying?"
"No, let's go back to school. Pack some clothes by the way, and I'll come to the base after class tomorrow." Ji Zhiyao waved his hand, "I'm leaving first, captain."
"I send you?"
"Don't bother..."
Mo Huaifeng withdrew his half-stretched foot and nodded seriously: "Oh."
Ji Zhiyao looked up at him, as if remembering something, his expression suddenly became subtle, "Captain, I was deceived by you."
"What?"
"When I first came to the base, you were not allowed to drop me off, but you sent me to the opposite side of the school."
"Of course you have to be polite to people you don't know well," Mo Huaifeng twitched his eyes, and said something terribly mean: "Why do you care so much, are you a woman?"
Ji Zhiyao: "However, we haven't gotten to know each other very well yet."
Mo Huaifeng: "But you are already a member of Mix, welcome to the world of team bullies."
Ji Zhiyao realized this with great reluctance—his coquettish words couldn't match the man who wrote "I'm the team bully and I have the final say" all over his face, so he rolled his eyes and went downstairs.
Mo Huaifeng followed behind, the corners of his lips twitching.
"No foundation."
"Team tyrant, what's wrong with you?"
"Wait outside and drive you back."
"...??"