Looking at the two people who remained silent, Yuan Wei rolled his eyes. “The two of you, don’t pretend you didn’t hear me. Do you guys really have no idea what exactly is going on?”

Mo Huaifeng frowned, speaking in an indifferent tone. “I merely expounded the truth. Which line was wrong? Wasn’t Nuo carried?”

The disdain that completely filled his chocolate brown pupils almost gave Yuan Wei a heart attack, and Yuan Wei clutched his chest. “Yes yes yes, you were right, but why must you rebut? Why, glass heart, if they shoot a line at you, do you feel extremely unwell all over? NoHomo just joined the team, and the most important thing now is to train well and carry tournaments. Don’t let him be troubled by all the people starting things out there! It’s something so simple. I don’t believe you don’t get it. Back then when Xiaofei became a reserve, didn’t he get cursed at? You rebutted, and in the end, didn’t it backfire even harder? That rascal was scolded till he didn’t dare to step out the doors of the base for a whole month!”

Xiaofei, who was innocently swept in, raised his hand weakly. “… Actually, I remember I went shopping in the supermarket for instant noodles.”

“You shut up!” Yuan Wei said snappily. Seeing Xiaofei piteously not daring to speak, his muzzle was aimed back at Mo Huaifeng, who was still mute. “I guarantee that all the cursing at NoHomo would be even harsher now. Besides, there would also be a huge crowd calling on you for brainlessly protecting him. As long as in our hearts we are clear of how things are, that’s enough. Actions like rebutting them right back in their faces are totally unneeded. Captain, what do you think?”

Mo Huaifeng responded. “K.”

Yuan Wei asked, “I’ve said so much, and all you have is a letter. Can you reward me a few more?”

“Is there more?”

“You!”

Ji Zhiyao quickly stood up and held onto this battleteam manager who seemed like he was about to fly into a rage and hit someone in the next second. “Brother Yuan Wei, this incident was mainly because I was too impulsive. My expression wasn’t too nice then, and I reckon Captain said those words because he saw me that way. My endurance ability is too weak, and at the worst, I’ll hide the comments next time.

Yuan Wei stared at Ji Zhiyao for a moment and then looked at Mo Huaifeng, two meters away, examining him with a frown. His rationality returned, and he could not help but feel slightly guilty.

He cleared his throat and asked seriously, “NoHomo, what I am trying to say, are you clear about it?”

Ji Zhiyao thought for a moment. “You’re telling me not to mess around, focus on training, and improve my capabilities before I can make them take back their words.”

“That is just a small part.”

Ji Zhiyao looked up doubtfully and happened to meet Yuan Wei’s eyes. Yuan Wei said calmly, “You guys are professional players. Getting cursed at, being hated on… it’s all meaningless. If one day you become the champions of the international league and someone hates on you, will you still be affected?”

“When they first join the team, actually everyone is very clear about what they should do. But subsequently, as they become more popular, more people comment on them, and people fall in very easily.”

Yuan Wei was rarely so serious as he spoke with a severe countenance. “If you fall into this weird trap, when you want to get out again, it’ll be very difficult then.”

Ji Zhiyao understood then.

If his feelings when he saw Yuan Wei flaring up at Mo Huaifeng was that of bewilderment, even indignation, now that he had heard these words, he wished he could drop to his knees right there and give three loud kowtows to Yuan Wei.

Before he joined the team, he had thought very clearly and expressed himself clearly to everyone.

After joining the team and experiencing much more, he instead wished that nobody could see him.

He began to care about what others thought of him.

He even forgot that the reason for him joining the team was that bit of want to be a somebody deep in his heart and the dream of “bringing the red flag with five stars to the podium of the international league.”

All of this was not right.

A touch of gratitude filled Ji Zhiyao’s eyes as he said, “Brother Yuan Wei, I understand now. Thank you.”

With that, he returned to his own seat, put on his ear-mic, and entered a new match.

Yuan Wei heaved a sigh of relief. At the same time, the sense of accomplishment of being a mentor welled in his heart… just as he grinningly was about to go out to the yard for a stroll while humming, his vision accidentally shifted in Mo Huaifeng’s direction.

Mo Huaifeng twitched the corner of his lips and mouthed some words to him.

“You’re quite a drama queen.”

Yuan Wei turned blue.

… The f*ck, when he was playing the fool earlier, he should have rushed forward and give this Captain two punches.