<h4>Chapter 20: “I don’t use Weibo much, my WeChat is DB.MHF, let’s add each other.”</h4>
<strong>Trantor: </strong>As Studios <strong>Editor: </strong>As Studios
Ji Zhiyao threw the shaved ice directly to Ji Qingge, who was very pleased, and headed upstairs.
He took a shower, changed his clothes, and sat on his bedside.
The Weibo private message that had not been replied to since before he left the house was still on his mind, so Ji Zhiyao picked up his phone, went onto Weibo, and realized that there was already a reply.
[Mix.FiV: I have a nephew. He likes to y as a jungler, but he always drags his team down and is bothering me to find him a teacher/master. Do you have time?]
[Mix.FiV: In return, I can form a team with you to train often.]
Ji Zhiyao was originally not very interested, but Fi-god’s promise of forming a team to train was extremely tempting.
He typed.
[IndefiniteFutureV: ... Fi-god, did the ADC and jungler of Mix battleteam break off all ties?]
If not, leaving professional yer Xiao alone and requesting him, an unknown little broadcaster, was weird.
[Mix.FiV: He has no patience. We also have stipted training timings.]
<i>If it’s like this.</i>
Ji Zhiyao thought of his vacation that still had an entire month left, and this way it did seem like he had more free time.
<i>Use this period of time to bring Fi-god’s nephew to the peak of his life.</i>
Simply thinking about it gave him a great sense of achievement.
Ji Zhiyao was also rather careless and had not pondered why Fi-god had suddenly pulled a thing like this. He replied right away. “Alright then, I’m okay.”
[Mix.FiV: I don’t use Weibo much. My WeChat is DB.MHF. Let’s add each other; afterward, whenever you want to train, just reach me on WeChat.]
Really not knowing what to reply, Ji Zhiyao speechlessly stared at the WeChat ID on the screen. Were the people of Mix battleteam all so trusting of him? Not one bit afraid that he might sell their contact details?
He opened WeChat and added a friend.
Probably because Fi-god was already waiting on WeChat after sending that message, the friend request was quickly epted.
Ji Zhiyao typed: [Fi-god?]
[DB.MHF: It’s me.]
[DB.MHF: If you don’t mind, I’ll give your WeChat ID to my nephew.]
[MelonRind: Sure, it’s more convenient for me and little disciple to contact each other directly.]
[DB.MHF: Mm.]
[DB.MHF: I haven’t thanked you for the matter this morning.]
Ji Zhiyao blinked slowly. It took him quite a while to understand that Fi-god was referring to the trivial matter of the influencer using him to gain attention, and he replied: [Mainly because that person made me out to be so girly through her screenshots, I couldn’t tolerate that. Making things clear was just done in passing. Fi-god, you don’t have to take it to heart.]
[DB.MHF: Even so, I should still thank you.]
Ji Zhiyao mulled. Fi-god seemed to be less aloof than the way he acted in games. He was actually quite amiable and approachable. Hence, he directly voiced out his question.
[MelonRind: Fi-god, may I ask what is the meaning of your WeChat ID?]
A few secondster, the other party replied.
[DB.MHF: Duiba <sup>1</sup> , Mo Huaifeng.]
...
Fi-god’s name was Mo Huaifeng. He did remember that. Only he did not expect that Fi-god’s WeChat ID... would be so blunt.
This person seemed to be rather different from how he had imagined him to be.
Separated by the screen, Mo Huaifeng also had no idea what Ji Zhiyao’s exact thoughts were. He only typed: [My nephew just added you. You want to check?]
Ji Zhiyao came back to his senses, backed out of the conversation screen, and indeed found that he had one unread message in his contacts.
[‘World’sBestJungler’ wants to be your friend.]
Ji Zhiyao looked at the ID with his lips slightly twitching.
A look at this name leads one to think of a cocky little child who dreams of saving mankind every day. Furthermore, Fi-god’s nephew’s dream seemed to be even more unrealistic than saving mankind.
Ji Zhiyao tapped ‘Agree.’
A few secondster, a message came from the other party.
[World’sBestJungler: Uncle NoHomo, hello~]