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Ji Zhiyao turned back and saw Mo Huaifeng standing behind his chair, his expression serious as he looked at the results of the match on the screen. Sensing his gaze, he even asked lowly, "Am I right?"

"It wasn't considered reckless, I did it after accurately grasping their respawn time." Ji Zhiyao closed the interface, lifting a brow as he asked casually, "Captain you done eating?"

"More or less."

Mo Huaifeng threw a bottle of water his way. Ji Zhiyao moved his hands to catch it, twisting it open and took a few mouthfuls and asked, "Want to play together, Captain?"

Yesterday when he was playing alone he continuously met acting teammates, and lost quite a few stars, now that a pro was here, it was just in time to hug onto him and rank up.