Chapter 62 - Ji Zhiyao

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Going down a few levels, Ji Zhiyao turned his head, slightly looking up at the person beside him.

“Fi-god, what did you want to say?”

Keeping silent for a while, Mo Huaifeng spoke up. “Regarding Xiao’s injury, you don’t have to be too worried. An appointment for a surgery a month later has been made. The doctor said that his condition isn’t considered to be too serious, and there’s a very high chance of recovering.”

Ji Zhiyao’s tensed up nerves eased, and his brows slightly relaxed. “That’s good.”

Both people walked downstairs and went past a mart in front of the hospital entrance. Ji Zhiyao was a little thirsty. Stopping, he asked, “Fi-god, I’m going to get some drinks. What do you want?”

“Cola.”

“Okay, give me a moment.”

As he watched Ji Zhiyao stride with his long legs into the mart, the cigarette that Mo Huaifeng had between his fingers was between his lips in a spin.

Ji Zhiyao came back out with two bottles of Cola and found Mo Huaifeng smoking by the roadside.

His back was broad and firm, and his build was lanky. Clipped between his slender fingers was a spark that was dim now and bright next, as if it would be extinguished by the cold air from his body in the next second.

Similar to a portable refrigerator.

However, Ji Zhiyao had to admit that the image of Mo Huaifeng standing by the roadside and smoking, compared to him lying on his stomach playing Chinese checkers, fitted better with the image of the national idol of the eSports scene which everyone had in their heart.

Ji Zhiyao took a few steps and handed the Cola over.

Mo Huaifeng kept the cigarette in his mouth and mumbled a thanks but did not twist open the bottle cap.

Ji Zhiyao took a few mouthfuls himself and said, “Fi-god, if there’s nothing else, I’ll book a ride back to school.”

Mo Huaifeng took a puff all of a sudden. A moment later, brown pupils stared at him. “I have something I want to discuss with you.”

Ji Zhiyao was dazed, slightly doubting his own ears.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Something to discuss with him?

For Fi-god, other than inviting him to play games, what else would there be for them to discuss?

Opposite of him, Mo Huaifeng recalled the words that Xiao had specially pulled him aside to tell him earlier in the doctor’s office. He did not keep quiet for long and asked, “The posts online, did you see them?”

Although Ji Zhiyao had not figured out how this was related to what Mo Huaifeng had wanted to discuss with him, he still nodded. “Did not sound very nice. Fi-god, tell Brother Xiao to not look at them.”

“He had long guessed that there would be people saying things, so he would not be bothered by these,” Mo Huaifeng said. “Professional players are public figures. In addition, in the eSports scene, people praise and give hate according to the general trend. Everyone has already prepared themselves before stepping into this scene.”

Ji Zhiyao “mhm-ed” in reply, paused for a second, and asked again, “Then you wanted to ask...”

“Your opinion, of this scene.”

Ji Zhiyao frowned slightly. A thought that did not correspond with reality suddenly formed in his heart but vanished in a flash again.

He thought for a while and said honestly, “There’s one line of chicken soup that’s rather cliché, but I must quote it: ‘One who wants to wear the crown must bear its weight.’ Right now, the public’s knowledge about eSports is too little, and there are many times where they force their ignorant and stubborn thinking on professional players... But every professional player has their own goal, and since you wish to strive for it, then you must express the manner of striving. The rules are like this: whatever you want, you must learn to bear.”

Mo Huaifeng laughed lightly. “You are more mature than I thought.”

Ji Zhiyao looked at him with an expression like he had a lot to say. “Fi-god, you don’t need to disguise your tone to be so kind.”

“...” Mo Huaifeng silently gazed at Ji Zhiyao for a moment. “My proposal on the plane, want to consider it?”

Ji Zhiyao thought hard, and after several seconds, his expression became one that was wishing for death as he seemed to recall something. “Fi-god... you really want me to work at Mix base as a janitor?”

“No.”

Mo Huaifeng was left extremely speechless by Ji Zhiyao’s slow reaction and said outrightly, “Are you interested in becoming Mix’s jungler reserve?”