Ji Zhiyao, with unblinking eyes, repeatedly read this post by Mix's official account over ten times, even knowing exactly which punctuation was used where. At last, he threw the phone back to Wen Heng, frantically got out of bed, and brought his phone to the balcony to make a call.
This was his first time calling since saving Mo Huaifeng's number, and he had not thought that it would be for this matter.
The dialing tone rang twice, and Ji Zhiyao heard Mo Huaifeng's "hello" and his own uncertain one. "Fi-god, what does this mean? Why did I… suddenly become Mix's jungler reserve?"
Over the receiver, he heard rustling sounds from the other side like the faint noise of a stool being pushed back and the slapping sound of slippers which then changed to Mo Huaifeng's voice. "Before the official account published the post, I sent you a WeChat text. Did you not see that?"
Ji Zhiyao paused, recalling the one hour that he had slept for, instantly feeling f*cked.
