Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Mo Huaifeng said, “Stop pinning labels on me. My body isn’t that big. ”
After a pause, he then said meaningfully, “We can see who exactly your fans will believe.”
Ji Zhiyao was about to die from his grievances.
Because he recalled how his close to two million fake fans on his Weibo would frequently ment “Fi-god is so handsome MelonRind you’re just a little step away,” he was very confused who exactly would the fake fans help if he were to be against Mo Huaifeng.
His heart was tired.
Still looking a little heated, he threw his phone aside indignantly. However, he was not angry for long before Heng suddenly brought up another topic.
Out of the blue.
“In these past few days, there’d been quite a lot of dogs starting things on Weibo and Tieba. NoHomo, have you seen them?”
The moment he ended his sentence, Heng received daggers from Mo Huaifeng’s eyes, icy cold. He instantly cursed to himself deep down.
Why had he not held back and spouted it out?
Ji Zhiyao did not see the fierce exchange of looks between the two and did not understand what was so deep about the question, only pausing before saying, “I didn’t see, was pretty busy recently. I had to pack my things and do the homework from tutors. What’s happening on Weibo and Tieba?”
The stats analyzer and coach who were initially about to urge them to continue with training looked at each other and went silent, wanting to let them finish discussing this matter pletely before bringing up training.
Heng looked beggingly at Mo Huaifeng, but Mo Huaifeng had no desire to speak up, obviously implying that he should clean up his own mess. And facing Captain’s expression that was as dark as the bottom of a pot, Nuo and K did not even dare to open their mouths…
Hence, Heng could only suck it up, forming his sentences while biting the bullet and speaking. “Just… after you joined the team, there were some things said that weren’t nice. There were many people starting things…”
Ji Zhiyao understood then.
He rubbed his hair, opened his legs, and leaned back in the chair, even looking more relaxed and fortable than before.
“So you were referring to those. I didn’t see them, but I can roughly guess.”
This answer was different from the one that he had imagined, and Heng froze. “Huh?”
Everyone’s gaze was concentrated on Ji Zhiyao.
Ji Zhiyao thought for a minute and said, “Actually, it’s really simple, just like how the top child in kindergarten who’d just mastered English alphabets invites university students who’d passed grade six English to an English language petition. Seeing this scene, most of the primary school, middle school, and high school students would talk asking if this child had lost his mind and also if the university student was crazy. To the public, I am the child who has lost his mind, and all of you are crazy—”
When he spoke to this point, Ji Zhiyao was hit, and his forehead was stinging with pain. The culprit drew back his hand with an aloof expression while reminding. “Speak properly.”
“…”
Ji Zhiyao seemed to have been hit silly, taking quite some time before remembering what he wanted to carry on, and said, “Same logic, as a person with average techniques, the moment I was personally chosen by you guys, such a situation has already begun. Of course, I am much stronger than a kindergarten child. My standards are at least past grade four English.”
“Online, there are a lot of people who feel utterly terrible when they do not find their sense of existence, and it’s impossible for me to stop them from typing by breaking their hands… Since the state of things is something that I cannot control, I can only practice and master my champions. When the time es to step onto the tournament stage, to show them, although my English mastery is only at grade four, I will still pletely beat you bunch of pigs who only know how to open your mouths and sing the alphabet song.”
With that, Ji Zhiyao stood up under the aghast gazes of everyone and took a bow. “I have pleted my speech. Thank you, everyone.”
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