Mo Huaifeng refused concisely: "No."
"oh."
Ji Zhiyao responded without any further persuasion.
The temperature of the air conditioner in the car was just right, and it didn't take long for him to start to feel drowsy. While sleepy, Ji Zhiyao thought that his captain was driving, so it didn't seem very good to just fall asleep. So he tried to open his eyes, but he couldn't open them, and his eyelids became heavier... After struggling for a few minutes, he tilted his head and fell asleep completely.
When Mo Huaifeng saw this scene from the inside rearview mirror, the corners of his mouth twitched unhappily.
Really take him as a driver.
Even though he was thinking this way, when Mo Huaifeng glanced over Ji Zhiyao's short-sleeved underpants inadvertently, he frowned slightly, then raised his hand, and adjusted the position of the air conditioner.
Twenty minutes later, the car slowed down slightly and drove into the campus of S University.
When Ji Zhiyao opened his eyes in confusion, it was already ten minutes later. He looked at the dormitory building outside the window in a daze, and turned his face away after a while, "Thank you, captain."
Mo Huaifeng looked at him, then pointed to the time expressionlessly.
There are still twenty minutes until class starts.
Ji Zhiyao suddenly woke up. He opened the car door and spoke quickly: "Captain, I'm going to class first, and I have a game appointment tonight!"
He slammed the door shut, waved his hand and ran into the dormitory building, disappearing in a blink of an eye.
Mo Huaifeng silently looked at the passenger's door which had been slammed shut. After a while, his expression was a little helpless.
In other words, what he didn't even notice, connivance.
…
"Brother, you are really powerful."
Twenty-third time!
Facing Yang Bing's shining eyes, Ji Zhiyao was on the verge of going crazy, and glared at Wen Heng viciously from the corner of his eye.
Wen Heng looked back more innocently, which made Ji Zhiyao feel pained.
Who would have thought that Wen Heng would unintentionally tell Yang Bing that he was going to be a professional gamer, and it would turn out like this.
Heart tired.
Ji Zhiyao whispered: "Bingzi, I heard that this elective course is quite difficult, why don't we attend the class first?"
Yang Bing was like a dream: "Ah? It doesn't matter. Let me worship you first. Compared with you, class and so on are not important at all."
Ji Zhiyao: "...Made."
Ji Zhiyao went crazy: "How about this, which professional player do you like, I will help you get an autograph, even if you don't know him, you will ask for it. Please don't look at me like that, I'm panicked."
"I don't have a player I particularly like, but I feel that having a roommate like you is so unreal." Yang Bing touched his nose, feeling like he was a little perverted, so he coughed and changed the subject: "Is it right after that?" Can I see you on TV?"
Ji Zhiyao said with a cold face: "It's okay to fight well. If you don't fight well, you can only go to Weibo and Tieba to fish for my body fluttering in the wind."
Yang Bing: "..."
This kind of amazed gaze from the mentally handicapped roommate followed Ji Zhiyao until after school in the afternoon.
The four of them went to the cafeteria to eat together and went back to the dormitory. Yang Bing and Wen Heng teamed up to play online games, while Ning Lichao read novels on the bed.
Ji Zhiyao entered the WeChat group of the Mix team and called everyone to prepare for the ranking. While waiting to receive the game invitation, he turned on the live broadcast room, but the one with the camera turned off.
This is Yuan Wei's meaning. Ji Zhiyao's inability to maintain full-time training is currently only known to the club. In order to prevent some radical netizens from jumping up and looking for a sense of presence, as long as he is in the dormitory and not at the base, he should not turn on the camera during the live broadcast.