Ji Zhiyao entered his fifth match. His entire body was very much like a shriveled little cabbage, gloomy and down. Even the two yachts gifted to him by fans in the streaming room could not do much to lift his mood.
In his heart, he despised himself for the umpteenth time for wretchedly rejecting Fi-god's friend request.
That was Fi-god himself!
Together with his good friends, even if they could only practice techniques with the Mix battleteam, it would already be considered a blessing.
A bright and promising path destroyed by his very own hands.
His conscience hurt.
The grievance in his heart was reflected in the assassin in white. Regardless of whether it was 3v3 or 5v5 game, as long as there was a jungle, no matter his team or the opponent's, everything was eliminated, nothing left at all.
Previously when Ji Zhiyao did livestreams, he was more focused on techniques and tricks. Rarely did he show such aggressive gameplay.
