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Once he said "start", Ji Zhiyao pressed down his start button to turn on the controller in his hand. His expression was as if he was bitterly nursing a deep hatred and looked especially like he was grabbing onto his enemy.
In comparison, Mo Huaifeng was much more relaxed than Ji Zhiyao.
Yet his fingers weren't slow at all, with his gaze on the target board, they pressed down on the controls at almost the exact same moment when the lights flashed, matching perfectly, one could tell with a look that he was experienced.
Two minutes passed, the machine before Ji Zhiyao was the first to display a pure black "OVER".
Two seconds after, Mo Huaifeng put the controller down on his own accord.
Meeting Mo Huaifeng's amused gaze, Ji Zhiyao instantly wished for death.
He was done for, done for.
His daddy was indeed still daddy.