Ji Zhiyao's mind instantly shut down as he repeated after him. "Jungler reserve?"
His expression looked slightly off after saying the two words. Even if Mix wanted to recruit a jungler reserve, Xiao was still staying in the hospital. How did Mo Huaifeng have the mood to bring this up now?
And, why was it him?
Ji Zhiyao was very aware of his own limitations. All he was was an amateur gaming broadcaster; his skills were enough to trash the rookies in regular matches but had totally no place amongst the professional players, not to mention his popularity compared to Mix's…
There were many more people better than him. He was just an ordinary person.
Ji Zhiyao could not understand and looked at Mo Huaifeng.
The cigarette in his hand had burned to the end, and Mo Huaifeng stubbed it out. His porcelain pale fingers looked exceptionally pretty under the slightly dusky daylight.
