Chapter 96

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Feeling extremely hungry, he got up, preparing to go cook a bowl of instant noodles.

Yet when he stood before the stove and thought of the series of actions of filling the pot with water, boiling water, cooking and seasoning the noodles and serving it that he had to go through before he would be able to eat something... Ji Zhiyao suddenly felt so tired that he didn’t want to move even one finger.

Forget it, he would just crunch on the dried noodles.

He used his teeth to bite the packaging of the instant noodles then tore it open, pulling out the dried noodles from inside. Just as he held it, ready to take a bite, Ji Zhiyao helplessly watched as the instant noodles in his hand was snatched away by a slender and distinctly featured large hand.

“Oh my god, even for instant noodles you have to...” Ji Zhiyao turned back with gritted teeth but saw a person that he totally did not expect to see, his ferocious expression hung right there as if the pause button had been pressed. “... Captain?”

“Mm.”

Mo Huaifeng looked at Ji Zhiyao, his gaze signaling him to move backwards, but Ji Zhiyao couldn’t understand it, and remained slow-wittedly remained standing there. Mo Huaifeng was resigned and spoke up, “You move to the back.”

Ji Zhiyao was still thinking about that bite of dried noodles, eagerly staring at the inside of Mo Huaifeng’s hands as he said, “Captain you’re hungry, there are other instant noodles in the cabinet do you want to get a packet yourself?”

Could it be that he would even snatch this piece of noodle?

Mo Huaifeng decidedly to simply not speak much, only calming his voice. “Go stand at the back.”

“But I want to eat...”

“You lost so terribly in the last match and you’re still thinking of eating? The problem was so obvious, go think about where exactly you went wrong.”

Ji Zhiyao doubtfully sighed, his brows tightly knitted together, evidently in the course of thinking hard if things were as Mo Huaifeng had said.

Hearing the slapping sounds of slippers behind him, the corner of Mo Huaifeng’s lips involuntarily lifted in almost unnoticeable smile. A resigned emotion flashed through his eyes, that was clearly indulgence.

He lifted the pot that had been filled with water, finding two eggs from the refrigerator.

...

Ji Zhiyao thought till he almost went bald, in addition the feeling of emptiness in his stomach that appeared from time to time, his entire person was shriveled up, very low-spirited.

By the time Mo Huaifeng walked out carrying a big bowl of instant noodles and saw Ji Zhiyao dejectedly squatting in the corner, he almost laughed.

He reflected just because he told him to, he wasn’t so obedient usually.

Mo Huaifeng placed the bowl in the table, and used a pair of chopsticks to lightly tap the edge of the bowl. “Ji Zhiyao, come and eat.”

Ji Zhiyao who was called out raised his head abruptly.

Freezing and looking towards the bowl on the table that was still steaming, only pointing to himself after a while, questioning, “Captain you called me?”

“Is there anyone else here?”

Ji Zhiyao let out a “huh”, blinking in astonishment. He stood up and shook out his legs that were numb from squatting, pouncing towards the table before he could even stand steadily. As his actions were too eager, he almost toppled over the soup bowl, fortunately Mo Huaifeng acted quickly and grabbed his collar.

Thinking about just how hot the soup that had just been cooked was, Mo Huaifeng’s face turned livid instantly as he said in a low voice, “What are you so anxious about?”

His tone was fierce, Ji Zhiyao hunched his shoulders, afraid, as he smiled apologetically. “I didn’t stand firmly.”

Mo Huaifeng wanted to say more, but he realized that he couldn’t do anything with Ji Zhiyao at all, hence he could only loosened the collar in his hand, as if compromising. “Eat.”

Ji Zhiyao’s pair of eyes were shockingly bright, he didn’t even tidy up his clothes that were messed up from being grabbed, his whole mind on the instant noodles.

Only when he was almost done with the bowl noodles, did he manage to free up his mouth, raining praises grinningly. “Captain, you are really great!”

Mo Huaifeng had did not reply to that, his fingers knocking lightly on the surface of the table. “Eat quickly, Xiao was still looking for you earlier.”

Ji Zhiyao’s expression crumbled instantly, in no mood to chat on, he looked down and ate with a speed much faster than before.

A few minutes later, Ji Zhiyao and Mo Huaifeng returned to the training room one after another.

The rest of their teammates were all training in matches alone, only Xiao and the stats analyzer were sitting side by side on the sofa, looking at the laptop on the table.

As he caught sight of Ji Zhiyao entering, Xiao called him, “NoHomo, come sit here.”

“Okay.”

Ji Zhiyao sat in between the two, likewise watching the laptop before them.

Xiao said, “I just did a simple analysis with Old Ning, your main problem is nothing too big, but some habits aren’t very good, or in other words, not suitable for our team and requires you to improve by yourself. I’ll tell you about it, you see if there’s anywhere not right then we’ll discuss in detail.

“First up...”

More than half an hour went by, Xiao gulped a glass of water and looked at Ji Zhiyao whose brows were knitted tightly, jesting, “What’s up? Minding that I’ve said too much?”

Ji Zhiyao shook his head. “Brother Xiao, I wasn’t thinking that way. But the national performance tournament tour is coming right up...”

Some parts that required adapting to the team, he was afraid that the short duration of a week wouldn’t be enough to do so and would affect the team’s performance for the performance tour.

Xiao understood his implied meaning, smiling. “Why are you creeping towards a dead end? I’m not saying that you’re not doing well. Instead, I’m saying that you can evolve your current techniques into something even stronger. With your current standard of handling, even if you do not do anything, it would be enough to trash those teams on the performance tour. No one is denying that you are very capable, you must be confident about yourself.”

Xiao’s expression was very serious, Ji Zhiyao could not help but smile, nodding as he said, “I believe in Brother Xiao and I believe in myself too.”

“That’s the way.” Xiao was happy for a moment before he thought of a matter, “NoHomo, during this period of time you can play frequently with Captain, practice the jungler and ADC team up. That’s our team’s distinguishing feature, hug Captain tight, he will finish off anyone who comes your way.”

Mix’s well-cooperated jungler ADC team up was very well known in the scene, Ji Zhiyao had heard of it even before he joined the team and had also read several posts on Weibo that specially analyzed jungler ADC team up. Now that Xiao had taken the initiative in bringing it up, Ji Zhiyao naturally wouldn’t refuse, nodding and saying, “Captain’s pace is faster than me, I will try my best to adapt.”

Xiao said, “Call me along when you train, I’ll help you take a look.”

Ji Zhiyao replied, “Okay.”

...

Mo Huaifeng said with a peaceful face, “NoHomo.”

Ji Zhiyao: “Coming coming Captain, I’ll be right there!”

Mo Huaifeng, with a relatively peaceful expression: “NoHomo.”

Ji Zhiyao: “On my way, on my way!”

Mo Huaifeng, frowning: “Ji Zhiyao?”

Ji Zhiyao: “Captain where are you?”

Mo Huaifeng, annoyed: “Ji Zhiyao do you still want to play?”

Ji Zhiyao: “Captain I’m in the Dragon’s cave... when did you leave?”

Mo Huaifeng with a blank expression: “Right now, get out of this team right now.”

Ji Zhiyao: “... Okay.”

Xiao who was spectating at the side covered his face, slightly questioning life.

A match ended, watching the fifth “DEFEAT” that he had gotten with Mo Huaifeng today, Ji Zhiyao wished for death.

Fortunately the account that his Captain had used today was his alternate account, if it was his main account, it seems he would showcase on the spot what was known as shredding a living person with his bare hands.

He was afraid the number of times that his Captain would lose in a week would not be as many as the number of times he had lost today.