Ji Zhiyao: "But..."
Mo Huaifeng: "If you lose this game, in the next month, you won't be able to get monsters in the right half of the field."
Ji Zhiyao shuddered and threw himself on the keyboard.
Mo Huaifeng watched Ji Zhiyao's bloody operation for a while, and then looked at the ugly Yuan Wei as if thinking of something... He gave a helpless "tsk" and pointed his chin in the direction of the door.
So a minute later.
There were two more people in the yard of the Mix base.
Yuan Wei looked at the man opposite him whose facial features looked more perfect under the bright moonlight, with no fluctuation on the surface, and even wanted to stuff him into the toilet on the first floor of the base.
Mo Huaifeng took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, bit the cigarette holder and said, "Very troublesome?"
Yuan Wei: "Troublesome, very troublesome, this Weibo has more than 300 reposts and more than 4,000 comments, and now a bunch of people outside are questioning your image, captain. Maybe you will have to wear a mask when you go out in the future, and accidentally show your face And to be pointed at, 'Look, he is the man who made the fans cry.'... I have been in the team for almost three years, and I have not encountered as many things as I have in these three weeks."
Mo Huaifeng pulled the corners of his lips, let out a puff of smoke to the side, and said: "If the number of reposted comments on Weibo that spread false statements reaches this number, criminal responsibility can be investigated. Call the club directly and ask them to find a lawyer and issue a statement .”
Yuan Wei: "So simple and rude?"
Mo Huaifeng: "I'm too happy to solve it, as long as you don't be so disgusting and look at me."
Yuan Wei: "...I'll call the club right now. But the captain, you should also pay attention, the guards don't need to protect to this extent... Do you have any thoughts about them?"
Mo Huaifeng: "Do you want to die?"
Yuan Wei: "I'm not joking with you, I'm asking a serious question."
Mo Huaifeng: "Are you expecting me to have thoughts about him?"
Yuan Wei's face turned black, "I didn't say anything, don't let me take the blame."
Mo Huai snorted coldly, extinguished the cigarette, and entered the villa.
As he approached the training room, he heard several people whispering in low voices, but one voice was missing... Mo Huaifeng raised his eyes, and sure enough, he saw the person sitting in the middle staring at the screen motionlessly, with a look of concentration .
If it wasn't for the absence of a headset, Mo Huaifeng would almost have thought that he was immersed in the game and couldn't extricate himself.
It's ridiculously stupid.
He walked over, with a calm expression, and asked, "Did you win the game just now?"
Ji Zhiyao: "Win, take over the game after the late development, carry the whole game. Do you want to see the record?"
Mo Huaifeng shook his head, thought for a while, and said, "Appoint a training match next weekend, and prepare in advance."
"ah?"
Ji Zhiyao was surprised, obviously not expecting it. But considering that he has been in the team for two weeks next weekend, it is really time to see the training effect. So he restrained his expression and asked, "Which team?"
"Wanning."
The Mannings team is a veteran team in China. It has been established for a long time, but the team's strength can only be regarded as the upper-middle level. If they are lucky, they can enter the top eight of the national qualifiers, and they will still be at the bottom; if they are unlucky, they may not get the ranking.
With a training match of this strength, it is easy to see Mix's current level.
Ji Zhiyao nodded, "Okay, I will prepare well."
"Um."
Mo Huaifeng responded. He frowned, quickly let go, and said, "I'm hungry."
Ji Zhiyao immediately grabbed his phone, "Order takeaway, what do you want to eat? I invite you."
"Ma La Tang. Medium spicy, no coriander, no mushrooms, more meat and sweet potato slices. More than 30 yuan, otherwise there is not enough food."
Ji Zhiyao quickly pressed a few plus signs, and then asked: "Is this enough? What else do you want to eat? Captain, don't be polite to me, order more."
Mo Huaifeng pushed him, and said impatiently: "That's all, don't ask me any more."
Ji Zhiyao pressed in a low voice: "You have such an attitude when you are invited to dinner, who else has such a good temper besides me."
There is something sinking in my heart, as if I have lost gravity, and slowly, it becomes lighter.