“Eat it yourself then, why are you making so much noise?” Mo Huaifeng said, resigned and speechless. He finished the last two mouthfuls of the yogurt and went around the whole house searching for his car keys.

Ji Zhiyao slurped the soup and, while at it, also admired Mo Huaifeng’s figure that was like a headless fly. In the end, Mo Huaifeng found his keys among the stalks of artificial flowers in the vase and leisurely walked towards the front door… Midway, he turned back and asked, “Want to go together?”

Ji Zhiyao did not understand. “For what?”

“Eat, my treat. How can you be full on instant noodles?” Mo Huaifeng said. “Didn’t you want to go to the market too?”

Ji Zhiyao abandoned the bowl of instant noodles that was still half-eaten on the table right away. Wiping his mouth, he stood up. “I’ll go.”

He completely forgot about how much he had wanted to beat up his dog head when he had heard Mo Huaifeng call him a boiled chicken yesterday.

The two changed their shoes and left, one behind the other. Mo Huaifeng drove the car out, and Ji Zhiyao sat in the passenger seat. His back leaning into the seat, he dissolved into the seat as he sat there comfortably.

Mo Huaifeng darted a look at him. “Wear your seatbelt.”

“Oh oh oh.” Ji Zhiyao was too lazy to sit upright in his seat. Hence, he reached out to feel for the seatbelt. Exasperatingly slowly, he felt around but could not find the metal buckle on it.

Mo Huaifeng seemed to be a little annoyed and after waiting for a moment, leaned more than half of his body over. With a rough pull and a tug, Ji Zhiyao was almost strangled and suffocated.

He gasped back a breath of cool air. “Captain, be gentler. If you strangle me, you won’t have a jungler reserve anymore!”

Mo Huaifeng’s force remained unchanged as he said indifferently, “A pest lives on for a thousand years.”

After buckling the safety belt, Mo Huaifeng stepped on the accelerator.

Ji Zhiyao rolled his eyes in displeasure and looked out the window. A while later, he turned back again and asked, “Captain, when is Brother Xiao coming back?”

“An appointment has been made for surgery two weeks later, so he’ll be back at the base latest, a month after. Why?”

“Oh. Nothing.” Ji Zhiyao drew out his intonation for really long, seeming to be pondering about a question. Mo Huaifeng took a glance at Ji Zhiyao through the rearview mirror, and the moment he dropped his vision, he heard him pause and ask, “If Brother Xiao completely recovers, does this mean that the team no longer needs me?”

Vocalizing this question, Ji Zhiyao felt a little empty for some reason.

Though joining Mix was an accident, he really liked this place.

However, being a reserve specially recruited during the period of Xiao’s surgery, when Xiao returned to the team all recovered, his existence would lose its meaning.

Thinking about it made him a little sad.

Ji Zhiyao was lost in thought, and the sound of a snicker beside him brought him back. “Instead of wasting time thinking about all these useless things, why not think about how you are going to play if you are allowed to play in a tournament.”

Ji Zhiyao would not submit. “How is it useless? The question I raised was very logical.”

“Forget it.”

Mo Huaifeng’s cold laugh grew louder. He looked at Ji Zhiyao’s manner of not knowing anything but was trying very hard to understand, and he roughly knew that he really wanted to have an answer and was not casually talking about it. Hence, he swallowed more of the harsher words. Staying silent for a moment, he said, “It’s very normal for team members to have reserves. Heng and reserve Xiaofei, both of them are like biological brothers after getting along for a long time… You don’t have to worry so much. The reason the team recruited you was that we needed a reserve and not because of Xiao’s hand injury that we had to get a temporary reserve.”

“In other words, even after Xiao returns, you are very important, got that?”

It was silent in the car for a while. Ji Zhiyao smiled softly. “Got it, thanks, Captain.”