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He jogged for half an hour, Mo Huaifeng suddenly came over and lifted Ji Zhiyao off the treadmill. “Go do pull downs.”

Ji Zhiyao instinctively grabbed onto the treadmill tightly, looking confused. “What have I done wrong that you want to separate us?”

“Are you exercising?”

“How is it not?”

Mo Huaifeng gave him a look of “stop arguing just go when I tell you to”. Ji Zhiyao, forced to submit to the Captain’s despotic authority, unwilling moved and gloomily went to the pull down machine.

He worked for ten minutes. The furthest distance that the handle was from his body never exceeded 10 cm, Ji Zhiyao felt like he was about to suffocate.

He continued to secretly pretend to be working out for some time, then Park Jun Ji walked in and announced that they were done for the day.

Everyone sighed in relief.

Ji Zhiyao slumped back in his seat, Mo Huaifeng caught sight of him when he looked back and came over to lift him up with one grab. “Tsk, your physique is terrible.”

Ji Zhiyao didn’t really feel like acknowledging him.

He really wanted to demonstrate his backbone, by for example flinging away Mo Huaifeng’s arm that was supporting him or what. Yet his arm felt completely weak, after struggling for a while, Ji Zhiyao allowed Mo Huaifeng to continue supporting him.

By the time they had climbed to the third floor, even Ji Zhiyao’s remaining half a breath was almost used up.

Mo Huaifeng sent him to his door and even opened his door for him while he was there. Ji Zhiyao said, “Thanks Captain. I’ll go over to you later, I have something to talk to you about.”

The look in Mo Huaifeng’s eyes became full of meaning at once.

Ji Zhiyao read it in a second and almost threw a punch at his face. “It’s really serious business!”

“I didn’t say anything else, why are you so agitated?”

“What the f*ck?”

“Tsk.”

Damn it, so infuriating!

Ji Zhiyao directly left Mo Huaifeng and entered his room.

Half an hour later.

“I’m actually rather interested in this and I’m quite tempted to try it out. But Old Ning doesn’t really approve of me doing that, he hopes that I can focus on training in what I am doing now.”

Since Ji Zhiyao entered his room five minutes ago, Mo Huaifeng’s knitted brows had not relaxed at all.

With that, Ji Zhiyao stared eagerly at Mo Huaifeng.

After a good while, Mo Huaifeng said, “I’ve practiced this style previously too.”

Ji Zhiyao’s eyes widened. “Wow? Old Ning didn’t tell me about it. And then, what happened?”

“It was two years ago, sometime after Mix reassembled.” Mo Huaifeng shook his head lightly. “Its demand towards the wrist and eye coordination is too high, my hand could not bear it, so I gave up after a period of time.”

Ji Zhiyao did not expect that there was still such a thing.

Even his Captain could not do it, what about him? Would he be able to succeed?

If he couldn’t… Would it be considered wasting training hours?

After all there were only eight months left to the International League.

Ji Zhiyao sunk into silence.

Seeing his defeated manner, Mo Huaifeng reached out and rubbed his hair, suddenly suggesting, “Why don’t you give it a try?”

Ji Zhiyao lifted his head abruptly to look at him.

“Two years ago, I had already been playing a carry position for three years, it’s very normal that the condition of my wrist couldn’t keep up. But you’re different, if we were to properly calculate, you are currently on the up-curve, you might as well have a go.”

“Really?”

Mo Huaifeng nodded.

Ji Zhiyao was instantly brimming with confidence, if he had a tail, it would be wagging away right now. “Since you’ve put it this way, I shall take up this onerous challenge and give it a try. Anyway no matter what happens, if my hand speed goes up there, it’s all good and no bad for me.”

“Mm.”

Ji Zhiyao then thought of the other matter that the stats analyzer had talked to him about and told Mo Huaifeng jubilantly, “By the way, Old Ning told me that I’m on the international rankings!”

Mo Huaifeng was also slightly surprised. Since getting off the plane yesterday to training today, he had not looked at his phone much and naturally missed this news.

He did a rough calculation of the months, the previous international rankings seemed to be announced around this time each year too. Hence he asked, “What’s your rank?”

“39!”

Mo Huaifeng kept quiet for a moment, then, without really having the heart to, he informed him quietly, “There are a total of 50 people on the list.”

Ji Zhiyao’s smile gradually vanished. “Captain, do you have something against me?”

“I wouldn’t dare.”

“This ranking is not too bad considering it’s my first time placing on it alright? So what was your ranking when you went on the list for the first time?”

Mo Huaifeng blanked out for a while, before he replied with an uncertain tone, “9th?”

“Goodbye!”

Mo Huaifeng could not help but laugh. “How long has it been since you switched to being professional, why are you so anxious?”

Ji Zhiyao was in slight despair. “I can’t not be anxious. I reckon after this year’s International League I won’t have another one to compete in anymore, a person ought to have some dreams.”

Before he had finished speaking, he stopped abruptly.

Ji Zhiyao wished he could give himself two tight slaps.

Damn it, how did he just blurt it out!

Yet Mo Huaifeng’s expression was very calm. “Don’t worry.”

Ji Zhiyao nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice, also not daring to ask what he did not need to worry about and murmured repeatedly, “I’m at ease, at ease, especially at ease!”

Mo Huaifeng darted a glance at him and vaguely revealed a trace of a smile.

Ji Zhiyao finally sighed in relief. Yet he had yet to relax for a few minutes when he saw Mo Huaifeng leisurely rolling up his sleeves, straightening them up while saying, “The debt you owe me, it’s high time you returned it.”

Ji Zhiyao was confused. “What?”

“What do you think?”

Ji Zhiyao was still confused. Mo Huaifeng thought that his foolish look did not seemed to be feigned and hence reminded him. “Red packet.”

Ji Zhiyao instantly looked like he had been struck by lightning.

F*ck!

Ji Zhiyao began to shift backwards, his eyes darting around. “Didn’t we agree not to mention this anymore?”

Mo Huaifeng snickered. “Who came to an agreement with you?”

“You!”

“Save your bullsh*t. Are you going to come here by yourself, or will you have me catch you?”

Ji Zhiyao hesitated for quite some time, and felt that his butt might not hurt that much if he took more initiative. Hence he said, “I’ve never done such things before, but I heard from Ji Qingge that it’s quite painful, please be gentler.”

Mo Huaifeng pursed his lips.

“Besides this is Korea! Don’t cause me to be exposed and then repatriated with the label of ‘China eSports champions engaged in gay activities late at night in accommodation xx’.

“Is it illegal to be gay in Korea?”

Mo Huaifeng literally did not know what he ought to say and gestured weakly with his hand. “Just get here first.”

Ji Zhiyao saw that he would not be able to escape this disaster no matter how much he tried to change the topic, hence he cursed under his breath, then rushed to Mo Huaifeng and almost knocked him down, his expression looking like he was accepting his death willingly. “Damn it, who cares anymore, come on team dictator!”

Mo Huaifeng was completely speechless.

He laughed out loud helplessly, then reached out and pulled Ji Zhiyao who had his eyes tightly shut in, then bowed his head to kiss him.

Ji Zhiyao was slightly dazed from being kissed, but still responded very heatedly. Yet he waited and waited but the next step in the stories never came, Mo Huaifeng was still just kissing him.