<h4>Chapter 133: Untitled</h4>


    <strong>Trantor: </strong>As Studios <strong>Editor: </strong>As Studios


    Dinner made by auntie was especially sumptuous, even for the fruit sd they were given a small te each, much less needed to be said about the rest.


    With the exception of K who didn’t like to eat fruits, the rest of them started eating very happily, till they were so full that they had a stomach-ache.


    K used his fork to forcefully jab at the apple in his te, saying really sadly, “I don’t want to eat these.”


    Heng spoke up, “Don’t do that, eating fruits replenishes vitamins, an apple a day keeps the doctor away.”


    “But I usually don’t see the doctor anyway.”


    Nuo joined in. “Think about how auntie painstakingly delivered the fruits, then went through the trouble of washing them, do you not feel that it’s a shame to waste them?”


    “It’s not that bad, with the amount that you guys ate, I’m sure auntie will feel very gratified.”


    Xiao took his turn. “We’ll deduct the cost of the wasted fruits from your sry, this way will you finish them all?”


    “This friend here, please find out how much my annual sry is, before youe and speak to me.”


    Three veterans took the field, all returned defeated.


    An idea shed through Ji Zhiyao’s mind and he said, “Pal, eat it. At this age, if you persist in eating some fruits everyday, you probably can still grow a little more.”


    Hence K who was yet to be 1.8m began to hesitate, stuttering as he asked, “... Really?”


    Nuo and Heng who didn’t manage to persuade him both angrily made boo sounds at K.


    Mo Huaifeng curled his lips slightly, Xiaofei almostughed till he passed out.


    The few of them bantered for a while. sensing that it was about time, they stood up and left the dining room, returning to the training room to continue training.


    This time it was ranked matches that they were used to.


    But Kang Kyung Chwa’s consideration included thepeting system of the international league and suggested that other than practicing ying matches alone and as five, they should also decide on the choice of yers to form the three-man team. After all thepeting system of both the national qualifiers and the international league was victory for the team with three wins out of five matches, allposing a 1v1 match, a 3v3 match and three matches of 5v5.


    But first they had to practice ying alone in a team, Kang Kyung Chwa needed to study their individual skill level andbat ability, to estimate the possibility of each of them expanding their capabilities.


    While waiting to match up and enter a game, Ji Zhiyao stretched his fingers back and forth, and calmly darted a nce at Kang Kyung Chwa behind him, suddenly feeling a little nervous.


    But his mental strength had been trained up long ago since he livestreamed himself gaming, hence this bit of nervousness did not affect his performance, instead there was a sense that he had exceeded his previous standard.


    After finishing one match, Ji Zhiyao turned back and saw Kang Kyung Chwa who was furiously scribbling on his notebook. Kang Kyung Chwa sensed his gaze and actually looked up and smiled at him, then said a long paragraph.


    Ji Zhiyao looked toward Mo Huaifeng for help and surprisingly found that Mo Huaifeng looked to be in a good mood. He said, “Coach Kang said, you yed quite well, he hopes that you will continue to maintain your mindset and make good improvements.”


    “Really?”


    He was resigned and reached out to give Ji Zhiyao a knock on his head. “Why are you smiling like a fool, continue with training.”


    Ji Zhiyao nodded, “Okay.”


    Hence he turned back and continued training with ranked matches.


    Another match ended, Mo Huaifeng finally finished moving around with Kang Kyung Chwa and had the time to sit down. Seeing the “victory” disyed on Ji Zhiyao’s screen, Mo Huaifeng said, “Coach Kang was closer to their jungler when he used to be with Vita, you can talk to him more, there should be great benefits for you.”


    Ji Zhiyao nodded. “Okay, Captain, I got it.”


    “Call Heng, tell him to join us for a game as three when he’s done with this match.”


    Game as three? Were they going to practice ying as three already?


    As the jungler in a 3v3 match isn’t very big, the number of times Ji Zhiyao practiced a 3v3 was even less than the number of times he practiced a 1v1 solo. With some eagerness, he pulled off Heng’s ear-mic, while Heng’s eximed “Oh f*ck oh f*ck NoHomo don’t make trouble I’m going to lose,” he said “Brother, quickly finish this match ande y as three, Captain and I are waiting for you.”


    Heng: “Going to practice 3v3? Okay, I’ll be there asap, at most ten minutes more. Wait for me.”


    Hence Ji Zhiyao watched Heng yed for ten over minutes, atst, in the moment when Heng’s crystal was destroyed, he sessfully added insult to the injury. “Rookie.”


    Heng: “What have I done wrong? Don’te crying and begging for daddy to carry youter.”


    Ji Zhiyao: “Actually I’m only afraid of an idiot who managed to attain the results of 2/5/3 in a match against amateurs using an alternate ounting to beg me.”


    Heng: “You got to get the facts right first, if it weren’t for stupid teammates intending to just let me carry them, would I be so angry that I afk-ed?”


    Ji Zhiyao: “Yet, even if you afk-ed towards the end, to be able to create such results at the front, you’re also quite lousy.”


    Mo Huaifeng: “So good at talking, should I leave a room at the base for both of you to argue?”


    Ji Zhiyao and Heng exchanged nces then shut up, hurriedly entering the custom room that Mo Huaifeng opened, as fast as they could be.


    Mo Huaifeng: “Tsk.”


    All three of them had entered the room, but Mo Huaifeng did not click on “Start Match”. Ji Zhiyao peeked at him questioningly and felt that Mo Huaifeng was taking his time, seemingly waiting for someone.


    As it turned out, Ji Zhiyao’s sense wasn’t wrong.


    After a while, sure enough, three unknown people appeared in the opponent’s side of the custom room.


    Mo Huaifeng turned on the public ear-mic, speaking very slowly, “It’s here, it’s the right ce.”


    Then Ji Zhiyao heard a few more voices in his earphones, they were chattering on in anguage that he did not understand. However, the way they spoke and their tone were very simr to Kang Kyung Chwa, probably Koreans... Mo Huaifeng was currently using Korean tomunicate with them, after a short exchange, one of them from opposite suddenly spoke Chinese, a little stiff, but it was possible to understand. “Brother Huaifeng, rest assured, we can begin.”


    Ji Zhiyao and Heng were dumbfounded.


    Rest assured? Rest assured about what?


    Yet they did not have too much time to think because Mo Huaifeng clicked directly on “Start Match”.


    Mo Huaifeng: “NoHomo to top, Heng mid, I’m bottom.”


    Ji Zhiyao: “Okay.”


    Heng: “Got it, Captain.”


    Three of them split and arrived at their respectivenes. Ji Zhiyao walked into his turret and realized that his opponent, like him, was also a jungler.


    Even the champion that both of them had chosen was the same one.


    Ji Zhiyao frowned, he had a sense of foreboding that the encounter this time definitely wouldn’t be pretty.


    Hence Ji Zhiyao became cautious, he did not y as he usually did, but defended the turret and developed cowardly.


    As he was killing the minions cautiously, Ji Zhiyao heard some muttering from their opponent, spoken with a faint sense of confusion.


    He then had a premonition.


    His choice seemed to be correct.


    Ji Zhiyao hence rxed slightly.


    But when he used his peripherals and darted a nce at the situation on the mini map, then shifted his gaze but to the front, he realized that his opponent who was originally at the middle of thene as if having expected that he would be distracted, had suddenly fired, rushing to him in a matter of a few seconds and started to release abination of abilities.