"Eat by yourself, what are you shouting about?" Mo Huaifeng said helplessly and speechlessly. He drank the last two sips of yogurt and searched for his car keys all over the house.
Ji Zhiyao sipped the noodle soup sippingly, while watching and admiring Mo Huaifeng's figure like a headless fly. Finally, Mo Huaifeng found the key among the fake flowers in the vase, and walked slowly towards the door... Halfway through, he turned around and asked, "Shall we go together?"
Ji Zhiyao didn't know, so: "Why go?"
"Dinner, please. Can you get full with instant noodles?" Mo Huaifeng said, "Don't you still have to go to the supermarket?"
Ji Zhiyao directly threw down the half bowl of instant noodles left on the table, and stood up with a swipe of his mouth: "Go."
I completely forgot how much I wanted to blow the opponent's head when I heard Mo Huaifeng say that he was a white chicken yesterday.
The two of them changed their shoes one after the other and went out. Mo Huaifeng drove the car out, and Ji Zhiyao sat in the co-pilot with his back leaning on the seat, in a collapsed state, sitting there comfortably.
Mo Huaifeng glanced at him: "Fasten your seat belt."
"Oh oh oh." Ji Zhiyao was too lazy to sit up straight in the chair, so he reached out to find the position of the seat belt. I fumbled around slowly, but couldn't find the metal buckle on it.
Mo Huaifeng seemed a little impatient. After waiting for a while, he leaned over half of his body, pulled and pulled, so violently that Ji Zhiyao was almost strangled.
He gasped: "Captain, be gentle, if you strangle me to death, you won't have a substitute jungler!"
Mo Huaifeng's strength remained unchanged, and he said flatly: "The disaster will last for a thousand years."
Buckle up your seat belt, and Mo Huaifeng stepped on the gas pedal.
Ji Zhiyao rolled his eyes in dissatisfaction, and looked out the window. After a while, he turned his head again and asked, "Captain, when will Brother Xiao come back?"
"I made an appointment for surgery two weeks later, and I will return to the base in one month at the latest. What's wrong?"
"Oh, it's nothing." Ji Zhiyao dragged his tone for a long time, as if he was thinking about something. Mo Huaifeng took a few glances at Ji Zhiyao from the inside rearview mirror, and when his eyes fell, he paused and asked, "If Brother Xiao recovers completely, will the team not need me anymore?"
Asking this question, Ji Zhiyao was inexplicably a little empty.
Although it was an accident to join Mix, he likes this place very much.
But as a substitute specially recruited by A Xiao during the operation, his existence will lose its meaning when A Xiao returns to the team intact.
Thinking about it is a bit sad.
Ji Zhiyao was in a trance, when a sneering voice from beside him called him back again: "Instead of wasting time thinking about these useless things, it's better to think about how to play if you are allowed to play."
Ji Zhiyao was not convinced: "Why is it useless? The question I raised is obviously reasonable."
"Pull it down."
Mo Huaifeng's sneer got louder. Seeing Ji Zhiyao's expression of not knowing anything but trying to understand, he probably understood that he really wanted an answer instead of talking casually, so he swallowed more harsh words. After a while of silence, he said: "It's normal for team members to have a substitute. Ah Heng and his substitute Xiao Fei, the two have been together for a long time and are like brothers... Don't worry so much, the team recruited you because we need a substitute." A substitute, not A Xiao's hand injury, had to temporarily recruit a substitute."
"In other words, after A Xiao comes back, you are also very important, you know?"
There was silence in the car for a while, Ji Zhiyao smiled lightly: "Understood, thank you Captain."