Ji Zhiyao was a little flustered.
Just as he was backing away again and again, Ji Zhiyao suddenly heard a voice diagonally above him, a little impatient, but concerned: "What are you hiding? Can't you use your skills?"
Ji Zhiyao's assassin hero froze.
"Use the third skill and go around to the back, and the second and first skills are combined with a big move. If you can beat it, hit him. If you can't beat him, then consume him. You are full of health, what are you afraid of?"
The voice that seemed to be beaten because of his lack of haste sounded very reassuring. Ji Zhiyao subconsciously followed what Mo Huaifeng said, and Lan Guang really didn't expect him to suddenly explode and was stuck in place Unable to move, most of the blood was directly knocked out by Ji Zhiyao, who was equipped fairly well at the moment.
After the skill time expired, Lan Guang turned around to escape, but Ji Zhiyao had already exchanged a piece of other equipment for a better pair of acceleration shoes in advance, and chased after him until Lan Guang fell to the ground.
Nice!
Ji Zhiyao's eyes were bright, and there were even one or two cold sweats on his forehead due to being too nervous.
"Export."
Mo Huaifeng put his hands in his pockets, turned around and went to the refrigerator to get water.
Ji Zhiyao laughed "hehehe" twice, and looked at the game interface again.
When Mo Huaifeng came back from drinking ice water, out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Ji Zhiyao was helping his mid laner to kill the opponent's mid laner. His style of play was flexible, and it was much better than when he was playing Blu-ray just now... Mo Huaifeng snorted He said, "If every time the opponent's top laner sees me like you see Blu-ray, I can win the World League."
Ji Zhiyao: "..."
Mo Huaifeng: "Blue Light has a few years more professional time than you, and his level is about the same as yours. Don't see him like a mouse seeing a cat. If I didn't teach you just now, would you have to cry? "
Ji Zhiyao: "..."
He had a green face: "Captain, what did your jungler do wrong?"
Mo Huaifeng: "Too cowardly. How dare you hate A Xiao for being a substitute mid laner when you join the team?"
Ji Zhiyao wanted to bury his face in the keyboard.
But that's all.
Ji Zhiyao knew very well why Mo Huaifeng said these words to him.
Tactical not going head to head with the opponent's jungler, and being afraid to go head-to-head with the opponent's jungler are two different things.
Now that he has chosen to be a professional player, it is inevitable that in the future, he will meet more and more stronger junglers, from China, the United States, South Korea, and so on.
At that time, he may have become stronger, but there are countless strong ones, and he will definitely meet opponents who are like Blu-ray at this stage for him in the future.
—And if he wants to go to the international league, he can't avoid it, or even be afraid.
He has to adjust his mentality.
Mo Huaifeng did it for his own good, so how could Ji Zhiyao know what is good or bad.
When the game at hand was defeated due to the small economic gap between his side, Ji Zhiyao quit the game, turned his head, and called his captain with a serious face.
Mo Huaifeng looked at him inexplicably, his chocolate-colored pupils were full of seriousness, making Ji Zhiyao forget the words that were about to come out of his mouth in an instant.
After a few seconds, Mo Huaifeng hadn't waited for Ji Zhiyao to speak. He frowned, thinking that this was a new way for his little substitute to tease him, so he turned his head speechlessly.
At this time—
Ji Zhiyao held back for a long time: "Captain, you are so handsome! Hee hee hee hee hee."
Mo Huaifeng: "???"
…
At the base of the High Boots team, Lan Guang pursed his lips and looked at the big "Victory" on the screen in front of him, with an obscure expression.
On the contrary, because Ono was the closest, he didn't see Lan Guang's movements for a long time, so he couldn't help but look at it in doubt. Seeing Lan Guang's expression, he was startled and asked in a serious tone, "What's wrong?"
"Thinking about the game just now."
Blu-ray is a bit arrogant, and because of his high skills, usually there are very few solo queues that he can remember after the game is over.
When he saw a familiar ID hanging on the opposite side, Ono suddenly realized, "This person... the new substitute of Mix? Is his name Ji Zhiyao? You think of him?"
Blu-ray nodded without hesitation.
Thinking of the game he met with Ji Zhiyao before, Ono couldn't help but relax a lot, and said casually: "What's wrong with him? He can't beat you, right? I remember that his operation is very ordinary, and his cooperation is not bad. But overall it’s not that bright.”
"For a rookie, it's not bad, at least he can kill me alone."
Ono sat up abruptly, not quite convinced: "Did he kill you alone? He just joined the team a few days ago? He probably took advantage of your unpreparedness."
Blu-ray didn't deny it, with a "hmm".
Xiao Yesong breathed a sigh of relief and smiled grinningly: "Then there is nothing to be afraid of for the time being. Newcomers, there are always newborn calves who are not afraid of tigers. When they meet you again, they will not be so lucky."
Lan Guang thought about Ji Zhiyao's drastically changed style of play just now, and suddenly felt that there was something inexplicably wrong with Ono's words.
But he opened his mouth, and when he realized the strange feeling that he didn't know what to say, he closed his mouth again, and started another round of ranking.
Hope, it's as simple as Ono said.
Just a rookie substitute...
The current Mix is like a wooden barrel with short boards, it can't hold much water at all, so nothing to worry about.
…
Two weeks later, at the gate of the city hospital, a group of tall and thin boys lined up to board a van. Everyone wore masks on their faces, making it impossible to see clearly.
When the car door was closed, several heavy exhalations sounded one after another. K in the back seat was the first to tear off his mask, "Oh my god, it's killing me."
Ji Zhiyao, who has the same smell as K, rarely expressed the same opinion: "I think it's okay, anyway, it's so cold, so it's used as heat preservation."
Facing the reflective car window, Ah Heng narcissistically posed several posses from different angles: "To tell you the truth, I think I'm handsome, like a big star who visits privately in a micro-service."
"Ouch, wake up!"
Listening to Danuo's complaints, Ji Zhiyao thought of another person from Ah Heng's words. He turned his head slightly and looked at the man sitting in the first row on the right behind the driver's seat.
He didn't take off his mask, his profile was clear and sharp. His long eyelashes drooped two shallow shadows from staying up late watching the training videos of the major teams, and they fell on the lying silkworms with shallow eyes. He looked a little tired, but it couldn't stop his handsomeness in the slightest.
——I can't get tired of seeing the good looks of my team captain. The five words "male god" in the e-sports circle are not called for nothing.
Ji Zhiyao nodded secretly, but at this moment A Xiao said: "I'm just wronged. I'm just in a hospital for an operation. This battle has made it look like there is some hidden disease that makes me ashamed... If it spreads in the future, I will Don't be ashamed."