Chapter 117: Untitled

It was another 40 minute match.

After the match ended, Mo Huaifeng asked, “What do you guys think?”

The stats analyzer spoke up. “It’s so obvious. Not bad, it’s really not bad. According to this current state, with training for another period of time, he won’t be far off Xiao’s peak condition.”

Xiao exclaimed, “What the f*ck, what’s up with NoHomo? Did you secretly eat spinach when you were home?”

The three of them stared at each other in speechless dismay, and after that, uniformly turned to look at Ji Zhiyao. Ji Zhiyao was shivering from being frightened by them. “No, what is wrong? Can you guys speak properly?”

The stats analyzer looked completely serious. “You’ve made a huge improvement, do you not feel it yourself?”

“Really?”

Seeing the speechless expression appearing on the faces of the three people surrounding him at the same time, Ji Zhiyao restrained his expression as he said, “I can feel that I am slightly different when I’m gaming, calculated moments are more precise, my playing is also smoother than before, but I don’t have such a huge reaction like you guys.”

Xiao said, “Here’s an example, if we say that your previous standard was being locked in a room, now it’s like the door of the room has been opened, the space that you can come into contact with has become larger. An improvement that’s similar to this level, NoHomo, you’ve crossed a barrier, can you understand that?”

Ji Zhiyao nodded.

The stats analyzer added on. “This is a good thing. Tell you what, NoHomo, why don’t you and Captain play a few more matches, let me and Xiao spectate properly, then consider the current consolidated strength of our team.”

Not waiting for Ji Zhiyao’s reply, Mo Huaifeng nodded from beside him. “Okay.”

Then he invited Ji Zhiyao into the team once more.

Both of them played five to six matches, a good consecutive three to four hours. Ji Zhiyao’s wrists were starting to hurt, but the stats analyzer then let them stop. He held his small notebook, looking extremely excited. “This is the feeling, seems like it’s not wrong.”

Xiao “tsk-ed” twice, sounding slightly envious. “I’ve only heard of people becoming dense after the new year celebrations, I’ve yet to hear of anyone celebrating the new year by his standard advancing by leaps and bounds.”

The stats analyzer glanced at him, his gaze similarly filled with envy. “… I’ve never heard of it too, yet I’ve seen it for myself today.”

“Are you guys praising me? ”

Xiao was speechless. “Damn idiot. Old Ning, let’s go go go.”

Xiao and the stats analyzer hugged their little notebooks and went to a side, muttering between themselves, the remaining teammates had heard their conversation earlier and animatedly leaned over.

Nuo said, “How long has it been since we played as five, let’s go for one match? Let’s get some idea of how extraordinary NoHomo has become.”

Heng: “Come come, let’s have a match with the few of us. We’ll let Xiaofei try in the next one.”

Mo Huaifeng: “Sure, let’s go.”

They did not give Ji Zhiyao a chance to refuse and directly dragged him onto the five-man “hearse”.

Another hour passed.

K: “Eh!”

Heng: “Miraculous!”

Nuo: “It’s the same nine years of compulsory education, why are you so good?”

Mo Huaifeng: “Switch to Xiaofei, another one.”

Ji Zhiyao was speechless for a moment.

Thus, it was another hour.

K: “Not bad not bad, the title of the top Chinese eSports team is ours!”

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Xiaofei: “Brother, exactly what elixir have you eaten? Give me two as well, I’m still so lousy as of now!”

Nuo: “If someone were to ask me how it feels to be in Mix battleteam, only two words can express it, ‘Carried’, ‘comfortable’!”

Mo Huaifeng: “Finally, you do not need me to carry anymore.”

Ji Zhiyao was speechless for a moment. “…”

When he realized that these five people were still eager to drag him into another match, Ji Zhiyao begged directly. “Brothers, can you guys consider that I’ve just returned, don’t be so brutal towards me please!”

Mo Huaifeng: “Your physical fitness is too weak, little rookie.”

Ji Zhiyao aggrievedly feigned ignorance, finding a video from the previous national qualifiers to watch.

He thought to himself, I’m not here, not listening, don’t know anything!

…

After a few days, when the stats analyzer and Xiao realized that Ji Zhiyao’s standards had basically stabilized, they approached the coach and drafted a newer training plan for Ji Zhiyao through the night.

Ji Zhiyao was different from the other members of Mix, in comparison, his training duration was still little, his playing style and understanding of himself had yet to form. He had reached a new level in terms of technique under such condition, so he needed more enhanced training.

At the same time, the coach also sent a little gaming software to train hand speed and vision, telling him that when he was tired from training everyday, he could play this more, it would be very beneficial for his reaction.

Ji Zhiyao heeded their advice.

He was working even harder, so hard that during this period of time as long as they saw the physiotherapist appearing at the base, everyone would naturally assume that he was here for Ji Zhiyao.

They all knew that such a method was a short-run overdraft and might cause some bad effects on the wrist. Yet no one urged him, instead they silently supported him.

They all understood this feeling. If some day, a professional player’s skill level could reach the stage where it could contribute to the battleteam and not be a burden, he would put in the greatest effort, wanting to maximize this contribution.

This way would he not let down this eSports career that he loved, and his battleteam.

…

Saturday morning, S University’s affiliated high school.

Ji Qingge hugged a huge pile of papers and was laughing and talking while walking with her desk mate to the front gates of the school. Her peripherals suddenly caught a familiar person leaning beside the sign at the gates, lazily watching her.

Ji Qingge slapped her forehead.

Ji Zhiyao said that he would take her to Mix base to play today, and she had almost forgotten about it.

Ji Zhiyao who abruptly appeared at the school attracted the looks of too many girls, Ji Qingge even sensed that the gaze of her desk mate was consciously or not darting towards that side.

Ji Qingge quickly apologized to her desk mate and under the gazes of everyone, dashed towards Ji Zhiyao.

Ji Zhiyao took the big bag on her back, weighting it in his hands, then revealed a surprised look. “Heh, it’s pretty heavy. What did you put inside?”

Ji Qingge stuffed the papers into his arms as well, exhaling deeply. “Guide book, textbook, and the set of 5-3 papers that you gifted me.”

Ji Zhiyao coughed.

This set of 5 years series of Year 3 mock papers was from Ji Qingge’s birthday last year when he didn’t know what to buy and stuffed this directly to her. Seems like she was still bearing the grudge in her heart…

His conscience suddenly hurt.

Ji Zhiyao opened the back door of the taxi for Ji Qingge, then sat into the passenger seat himself, saying to the driver, “The same way back, thank you.”

Ji Qingge sat in the back seat, asking out of sudden curiosity, “Brother, didn’t you say that you all internet-addicted youths don’t wake up till the afternoon? Me going directly to your base like this doesn’t seem very appropriate.”

“It’s fine, I want to let you see how their solemn and serious manners are all pretended. Society is filled with evil, make sure you don’t get fooled later on.”