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Although he knew that these few teammates were the type to mess around and tease from time to time, Ji Zhiyao still couldn’t control himself and allowed his mind to freely wonder about what he should do if Mo Huaifeng really had ideas about his sister.

Then he realized, this was rather difficult, he felt especially uncomfortable deep down, and did not want to continue mulling it over at all.

Could it be his sis-con mentality at mischief?

But Captain was an exceptionally eligible man, what was there for him to be worried about?

Ji Zhiyao played several matches alone with his soul out of his body, an unknown period of time later, he heard a voice coming from behind him. “If you have such results for the national qualifiers, I will definitely beat you till you can’t walk out the door.”

Ji Zhiyao turned back and as expected saw Mo Huaifeng with a blank and long face. Then he looked towards the computer screen like he had awakened from a dream, realizing that he had been losing the whole afternoon, his worst result was 1/9/2.

The worst result he had gotten ever since he became a professional player.

Even Ji Zhiyao himself frowned in disdain. “What is this?”

Mo Huaifeng lifted his hand and gave him a knock on the head with his knuckles. “You were the one to produce these results, who should I ask if you’re asking me?”

Mo Huaifeng sat down beside him, Ji Zhiyao could not hold back and leaned over, suppressing it for a long time before he managed to blurt out a one-liner question. “Captain, you’ve sent Ji Qingge home safely?”

Mo Huaifeng glanced at him weirdly after hearing that. “She’s home. Did your sister not inform you?”

“She did, she did.”

“Then what was the point of your question?”

“Probing on the edge of conscience.”

“What?”

Ji Zhiyao was tongue-tied, he also wanted to know what. Was he supposed to directly ask his Captain do you have designs on my sister?

Then he wouldn’t be standing on the edge of conscience but continuously probing on the edge of getting beaten up.

Ji Zhiyao shook his head.

Never mind, let him observe for a while more before acting.

Mo Huaifeng was seated beside him, through his peripherals, he saw Ji Zhiyao with a mournful countenance one moment, then shaking his head the next, a smile unbearably tugging at the corner of his lips.

Virtually a drama queen.

His phone suddenly indicated that he had received a message, Mo Huaifeng took two glances at it then spoke up, “The club’s side is asking about the style of our team uniform for the national qualifiers this year, what do you guys think?”

Yuan Wei happened to walk in, saying, “Captain, you saw the text too? I came here to talk to you guys about this matter. The national qualifiers officially begin in September, all of you can start to think about how you want the team uniform to be and when it’s made you can try it on and alter wherever is not suitable. Oh yes, there’s also the publicity stills, that will be taken in June, not urgent as of now. So how do you want your team uniform to be? Same as the current one?”

K: “Reject.”

Heng: “Reject.”

Xiao: “Reject.”

Nuo: “Reject.”

Xiaofei lifted his head and looked at the four people before him who had already expressed their opinion, then swiftly glanced at the expressionless Mo Huaifeng, at last deciding to follow his heart. “I’ll reject too.”

Mo Huaifeng spoke then, “Are you guys rebelling?”

Yuan Wei laughed, “The banner of revolt should have been raised long ago, well done.”

Ji Zhiyao was confused, he had joined Mix battleteam in autumn and did not have the summer team uniform, he also wondered about the kind of team uniform that Mo Huaifeng made last summer that made these people so resentful.

K was of no help. “It’s difficult to put it all in a few words.”

Nuo explained then. “Our Captain chose real silk for the material last year, —actually this material is not too bad, looks very classy and it’s cooling. However, summer came and we perspire more, when our uniform becomes wet, it’s a entire patch of wetness, on top of that, the sizes were slightly tight…”

Xiao continued. “But Captain was different from us bunch of ordinary coy b*tches, he doesn’t perspire much and he’s tall, so he stood out nicely, that disposition, was as b*tchy as it could be.”

Heng butted in. “So I always thought that this was the reason why I don’t have a fan club.”

Ji Zhiyao was speechless for a moment. “…”

“Brother, are you guys thinking a little too much? Even if Captain’s uniform was all wet, he would still be more sophisticated than you guys.”

K covered his ears. “Stop talking I’m not listening. Also, the fans’ filters are really scary.”

Ji Zhiyao was very speechless.

These few people seemed to be living in a dream.

Mo Huaifeng shrugged. “Since this is the case, you guys decide the team uniform for this year, I have no opinion at all.”

Hence the others very happily took on this task.

Hence, when Ji Zhiyao was having dinner, he could still hear those few people gathering together murmuring, continuously engaged in the discussion.

He glanced speechless at Mo Huaifeng who was eating quietly, baffled as to why his teammates were extremely enthusiastic about discussing their team uniform.

It was undoubtedly an awfully troublesome matter.

Yet Mo Huaifeng had misunderstood him. “You can go over and join in the discussion.”

Ji Zhiyao resolutely rejected him, his head shaking till it almost looked like a rattle drum. “Forget it, I’m too lazy. I’ll wear whatever they make.”

“You’re really easy-going.”

“Seeing how they look like they’re itching to go out and fight it out… It’s better to be more easy-going, at the very least it’s not tiring.”

“You make sense.”

Everyone in Mix battleteam with the exception of Mo Huaifeng and Ji Zhiyao debated over the summer season team uniform all the way till the afternoon of the third day, Nuo then, while yawning, conveyed their requests to Yuan Wei.

“White cotton t-shirt and red and white jacket, team logo at the front, embroidered minimized version of the red flag with five stars on the shoulder… That’s all?”

“That’s all.”

“For requirements that make up just this one sentence, you guys could discuss for two whole days?”

“Simplify things, this is the fundamental thinking of Taoism, do you know it or not?”

“Which taoist school is ‘simplify things’ from, the one you guys just established yesterday?”

“Ah! It’s about the same meaning, as long as you understand it.”

“I actually don’t quite understand. What red flag with five stars are you stitching for the national qualifiers, shouldn’t that be done only at the international league? Aren’t you afraid of people calling you arrogant if you do it now.”

“Anyhow, we will definitely make it. It’s fine, go ahead boldly.”

Thus Yuan Wei brought their requests and went to the club.

…

End of February, the bandages on Xiao’s wrist were completely removed.

The skin underneath the bandages become extremely fair due to not seeing light for more than two months. Even under light, no signs of stitches could be seen.

Xiao moved his own wrist, looking slightly excited.

Ji Zhiyao was full of smiles behind him. “Brother Xiao, don’t be anxious about looking at it. Try playing a match first.”

Xiao nodded, then threw several glances at his other teammates in the training room who looked like they were gaming, but were actually listening to the happenings at this side with their ears perked, and grinned widely. “Okay.”

Xiao gripped the mouse and opened the Heroes client.

He started a normal level game against bots.

Ji Zhiyao could see very clearly behind him, Xiao’s professional standards were not in the least bit worn out, his awareness was also still present, but his hand speed was average. The movement of his left wrists was evidently slower, and quite a few times he could not keep up with his abilities and allowed his opponent to get away.