The first to cheer was Yuan Wei, who just came back from the base. His expression was like a dream: "666, from now on, the honor of 'not talking coquettishly and being a man' in the team will belong to you. I always have a hunch, You'll hold onto it until retirement."
Ji Zhiyao sat back on the chair again, a little lazy: "I am the king of golden sentence collections."
"good."
It is rare for Mo Huaifeng to praise anyone, but this time he agreed: "No matter what you think or explain, there will be all kinds of dirty water waiting for you. ' position, those people will just keep their mouths shut. — After all, in e-sports, food is the original sin."
Ji Zhiyao: "Hey, captain, do you mean that I have the potential to be number one in the world?"
Mo Huaifeng: "...shut up and train."
"oh."
Ji Zhiyao and his three-faced teammates continued to train in the midst of Mo Huaifeng's distraught voice.
Then, at ten o'clock in the evening, the car stopped temporarily.
Ji Zhiyao rubbed his sore wrist and turned his neck at the same time, making a "creak" sound. Except for the time when he first entered the pit of "Hero", he had never played the game for seven or eight hours in a row like this, and he was exhausted physically and mentally.
But K, Ah Heng, Danuo, and Mo Huaifeng, who has the worst temper, everyone is as usual, and no one has said a word of complaint.
This is the world they are used to.
Even an internet-addicted teenager who is eager to live with the game for hours on end will yell and scold impatiently, but professional players never do this.
— Even in the eyes of some people, professional players are out-and-out teenagers with Internet addiction.
A few people haven't had dinner yet, so they will be so hungry that their chests will stick to their backs. After ordering takeout, they will lie in front of the refrigerator, looking for food to fill their stomachs. Ji Zhiyao took a box of milk and a vacuum-packed chicken leg, and went back to the computer desk to eat.
Halfway through the chicken leg, Yuan Wei came over: "Wu Ji, let's start the live broadcast later."
Ji Zhiyao held the bone in his mouth: "???"
He hurriedly spat out and asked, "Don't the live broadcast time start from next month? This month is already in the middle of the month, and there is still half a month left, so make up forty hours?"
Yuan Wei: "Yes, you heard me right, it's just that inhumane."
Ji Zhiyao blanked out for a few seconds, as if thinking about the possibility of leaving the team. But when he realized that the possibility was almost zero, he politely refused: "This is different from what I thought."
Yuan Wei: "If everything was the same as what you think, I would have bought you a pillow and told you to dream that Mix won the international league championship. —Actually, you don't have to think it's unfair, the four remaining in the base Everyone who needs to start the live broadcast now owes forty hours, even A Xiao who is going home to recover from his injuries. You are on the same starting line, will you feel better if you think about it this way?"
Ji Zhiyao: "No."
Yuan Wei: "That's up to you, you just need to remember that you owe forty hours."
Ji Zhiyao blinked helplessly, and then suddenly thought of a question: "No, brother Yuanwei, Xiaofei is a substitute like me, so he should have signed a live broadcast contract, right? Why did you say 'the four need to start a live broadcast'? Missing who?"
Yuan Wei looked at him in surprise: "Huh?"
Ji Zhiyao: "?" What's the matter
Yuan Wei: "The captain of my team doesn't need to start a live broadcast. I thought everyone knew about it, so there was a fool."