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 play 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: ā¦ Fi-god, did the ADC and jungler of Mix battleteam break off all ties?]
If not, leaving professional player Xiao alone and requesting him, an unknown little broadcaster, was weird.
