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Chapter 9

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three days later.

Ji Zhiyao got up early, took a shower, and then changed into a freshly washed white shirt and black jeans. He was clean and refreshed.

Yesterday, the staff of the shopping mall called according to the contact information he left, informing him that he was successfully selected as a member of the amateur team, and this morning he went to the first floor of Ginza to compete with WJ.

Ji Zhiyao was a little excited.

Although God Fi met a few days ago was his first professional player as an opponent, it was the first time he played against a professional team live.

Whether the gap between amateur and professional is an insurmountable moat, he can't wait to prove it.

After packing himself up, Ji Zhiyao glanced at the wall clock, it was only half past nine. The match time was set at half past ten, and the distance from his home to Ginza was less than half an hour.

And there is not enough time left to do today's live broadcast.

So he lay back on the bed with peace of mind, and swiped Weibo with Erlang's legs crossed.

There haven't been too many "Heroes" events recently. After Ji Zhiyao browsed the posts of several game big Vs he followed, he became idle and started to browse popular and discovered news casually.

Brushing and brushing, he was a little sleepy.

Just when the phone was about to hit his face, Ji Zhiyao caught a glimpse of a sentence, "God Fi three days ago...".

Thinking of the game he played with God Fi, he raised his leg, turned over neatly, and looked at that Weibo.

"Three days ago God Fi got up early in the morning and took me to play games. He was so manly QAQ!!! Not only did he not dislike my technical skills, but when I apologized to him, he said that I was a 'secondary illness', hehe ~I was a little unhappy at first, but when I saw God Fi drinking yogurt and beating each other, I felt inexplicably better~"

There are several high-definition screenshots below, which are the public screen of the game.

Ji Zhiyao suddenly had a premonition that came from nowhere, and he always felt that this matter had something to do with the game he played. So I clicked on the high-definition big picture, wanting to see it clearly.

The first one is an ID that has been erased, followed by a paragraph, "QAQ, don't dislike me, although I am technically skilled, but after I practice for a while, I will definitely be able to protect you well!"

The ID on the second one has not been erased, it is Mix.Fi, followed by four simple words, "Are you suffering from secondary illness?"

The third picture didn't even capture the ID, just a simple sentence, "I'll just protect you."

The fourth picture is a dialogue. The erased ID asked "Is Fi stuck?" and Mix.Fi replied "Twist the yogurt bottle cap".

The fifth picture is the record, except for God Fi, all IDs have been erased.

There was a dull sound of "click", the phone slipped down, and Ji Zhiyao was still staring at the screen dumbfounded.

He no longer knows how to describe his current mood. If I had to make a comparison, it would be like a horror science column "Midnight Ghost Pulling the Lamp" and finally found out that the screw of the light bulb was loose.

These screenshots, as well as this dialogue, he could tell at a glance, it was obviously the fight between him and God Fi!

The blogger girl is probably a big dreamer.

Ji Zhiyao swallowed to suppress his shock, and then clicked into the user's personal homepage.

A small 18th-tier Internet celebrity with 50,000 to 60,000 followers. Apart from taking selfies on Weibo, she just posts some ambiguous screenshots.

God Fi wasn't the first person she took screenshots out of context, but it's definitely one of the most famous.

Ji Zhiyao suddenly became a little annoyed.

The anger came out of nowhere, and he was so caught off guard that he didn't even know whether it was because of the melon-eaters who played the role of the whole incident, or because God Fi was being dragged into the heat.

He scratched his head irritably and cursed under his breath.