"Now you can."
The man backed away again, his eyes were impassive, and he didn't feel like a fan worshiping an idol, so he just nodded slightly: "I chose the jungler."
Ji Zhiyao looked at the screen subconsciously. Indeed, the black-clothed assassin stood motionless under the tower, his records were all 0, and his economy was also very poor. This caused several teammates on the public screen to send messages asking if the jungler had dropped the line.
It happened that his hands were itchy, so he didn't shirk it. He walked directly to the machine and raised his eyebrows: "Dude, let me use your number to carry."
The man didn't say anything, just moved closer.
The buttons of the machine are very sensitive and the touch is good. Ji Zhiyao got used to it for a few minutes, and he liked it a lot. He also wanted to show off in front of the fans. The whole game ended after only 20 minutes.
After he went online, he directly maxed out the economy, beat the opponent with a dazed face, swiped the screen and asked, "Substitution?"
The record crushed the audience, the well-deserved MVP.
It's just that when the record interface exited, a new interface popped up to fill in the contact information, probably to prepare for the audition.
Ji Zhiyao said "Hey", "Dude, come fill in your contact information."
The man's eyes were deep, a little more ambiguous, "This is your game."
"Pfft, what's wrong with my playing, this is a benefit I give to fans." Ji Zhiyao waved his hand indifferently, and said, "I still have to thank you for lending my account to play and making room for me to play games. But I just I can only play this game for you, and if you are selected into the team to fight against professional players, you have to cheer yourself up."
"Write your own."
The man nodded, turned and left.
He is tall and has long legs. When Ji Zhiyao realized it, the man had disappeared behind the crowd, and he didn't know where he went.
Ji Zhiyao scratched his head, turned around and looked at the previous machine.
Why leave this mess to him
He's actually not that interested in watching the national qualifiers live...
Ji Zhiyao lowered his eyes, then raised them again.
After going back and forth two or three times, he coughed and filled in the contact information with a calm face.
The moment I clicked "Submit", the corners of my lips curled up, and then quickly flattened.
cough.
…
Outside the mall, the man sat in the co-pilot of the extended commercial van and took off his mask and hat.
The car started, and a yellow hair in the back seat came up with a smile, "Boss, it takes you so long to go to the bathroom?"
"Itchy hands, play the ending game."
Huang Mao gave a provocative smile, "Let me just say, Boss, you will never do something tasteless in the toilet of the mall. K, you must be wronged."
"I'll go!" The short-sleeved young man ran away, holding the yellow-haired collar, with an expression of imminent disaster, "Gunuo, don't make trouble!"
The two made a fuss.
In the front row, Mo Huaifeng unscrewed the mineral water bottle, and his eyelids drooped as he raised his head to drink, looking less severe and mean than usual.
Recalling that Ji Zhiyao took it for granted just now, it was exactly the same as what he saw in the game in the morning.
Same as Secondary School.
After he finished drinking the water, he heard the louder and louder noise in his ears, and almost wrote the word "impatient" on his face.
The plastic water bottle made a "bang" sound when it was squeezed, and the noise in the back row stopped abruptly.
Mo Huaifeng glanced at the rearview mirror, "Next week, the two of you will broadcast live for three hours a day."
"Boss, you are so cruel..."
"Boss, I was really wrong!"
"One minute less," Mo Huaifeng added slowly amidst the roars, "I'll hold your heads down and make up for an extra hour."
The carriage was suddenly silent.