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It was another 40 minute match.

After the match ended, Mo Huaifeng asked, "What do you guys think?"

The stats analyzer spoke up. "It's so obvious. Not bad, it's really not bad. According to this current state, with training for another period of time, he won't be far off Xiao's peak condition."

Xiao exclaimed, "What the f*ck, what's up with NoHomo? Did you secretly eat spinach when you were home?"

The three of them stared at each other in speechless dismay, and after that, uniformly turned to look at Ji Zhiyao. Ji Zhiyao was shivering from being frightened by them. "No, what is wrong? Can you guys speak properly?"

The stats analyzer looked completely serious. "You've made a huge improvement, do you not feel it yourself?"

"Really?"