When his screen turned dark, his head was lightly pushed by Mo Huaifeng who was beside him.
"What are you doing?"
Ji Zhiyao looked towards Mo Huaifeng's eyes and found that the pair of chocolate brown eyes were filled with seriousness.
Very pretty.
Ji Zhiyao's heart, was somehow a little confused.
Ji Zhiyao hastily shifted his eyes, saying, "Um… I saw the official account's apology letter, thanks Captain."
"No need to thank me, just do well at the competitions.
Ji Zhiyao blurted out, "What if I don't?"
Mo Huaifeng suddenly lifted his eyes, his gaze slightly cold.
It was silent for a few seconds, just as Ji Zhiyao became restless, his forehead was suddenly pushed by a strong force, Mo Huaifeng's slightly sarcastic voice sounded beside his ear. "You don't want to play properly? Do you feel like you're overly conceited?"
He rubbed the spot where he was hit, muttering in a low voice.
