Chapter 8: “Don’t be so anxious to contact him, let me continue to observe for a period of time.”

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Yuan Wei, the team manager who was dragged out to act as the driver, shook his head in resignation, stepping harder on the accelerator. The van zoomed towards the battleteam’s base.

When they arrived, the five monkeys in the backseat ran out of the vehicle squealing as if there was someone chasing after them and disappeared in a flash with no trace left behind.

Mo Huaifeng did not move and only looked up briefly. “You have something to tell me?”

Yuan Wei said, “I went to the hospital with Xiao this morning. The doctor said his wrist is not only strained, but there is also inflammation in the tendon sheath. He has to first take a break for a period of time and then undergo conservative therapy. No more intensive training. If therapy is ineffective, he would have to consider surgery.”

Mo Huaifeng had no expression, but his slender fingers reached for a box of cigarettes in the storage compartment, lighting up with his other hand. The expression in his eyes was a little cold. “What does that mean?”

“What I meant was…” Yuan Wei peeped at him cautiously, being a little fearful. “Oh Fi-G.o.d don’t look me like that, I’ve already tried to bargain with the club. They agreed to only let us recruit a subst.i.tute for a jungler and have him take turns with Xiao to compete based on Xiao’s health condition. After preparing for a year, the club had to ensure that Mix battleteam was wholesome, so it would still be possible to remedy should anything exceptional happen to Xiao.”

Mo Huaifeng gradually warmed up, though still expressionless, but the somber atmosphere had dispelled. “Okay.”

Yuan Wei continued. “Fi-G.o.d, do you have any suggestions on who we should recruit?”

Mo Huaifeng squinted at him and did not reply.

Yuan Wei sighed, opened the gallery in this phone, and coaxed. “This is the ex-jungler of Wild Wolves battleteam from North America. He left after some conflict with the team last year; this is a Korean, from one of the earliest batches of Heroes professional players. Although his hand speed is not as before, he is still very seasoned in both experiences and skills; this is…”

Yuan Wei introduced five foreign players while flipping through. Mo Huaifeng promptly reached out and switched off his screen.

Yuan Wei was baffled.

Mo Huaifeng spoke up. “When I first joined Mix, I had said that this team can only be an all Chinese team. The same goes for reserves.”

Yuan Wei unlocked his phone again with a clear look of “I knew it would be like this.” He then continued. “The club considered this point and also prepared the information of a few fellow Chinese. Although their qualifications and skills could not be compared to those of the foreigners, they’re still not too bad…”

Mo Huaifeng put out the cigarette and plainly grabbed Yuan Wei’s phone. Flipping through a few times, he suddenly paused.

Yuan Wei looked over. “This a gaming broadcaster who just came to be known a year ago. His gaming techniques are considered to be better than average. Though still nothing like the professionals, his dirty tricks are quite alright most of the time, and he has a considerably large fanbase.”

“I’ve watched him play two matches before.” Mo Huaifeng’s tone was neutral, conveying that he was in thought. “His prediction and consciousness are both not bad.”

“Is that so?”

Yuan Wei could not help but look again at the photo of the broadcaster with the ID ‘IndefiniteFuture.” A youth around 18 to 19 years of age smiled very warmly at the camera, looking kind and innocent. Yuan Wei could not see a hint of how good he could be.

Oh yes, Mo Huaifeng’s “not bad” was once used as a compliment for the local top solo mid.

Thus, Yuan Wei said, “I observed him previously, but it does not seem like he has been playing for a long time. When he first started out as a broadcaster, his skills were absolutely atrocious, so I’m not sure if he would be competent enough—”

“Skills can be strengthened through practice while accurate judgment and consciousness are more important.” Mo Huaifeng’s lips twitched. “Just like how even though you are in the Master league

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, I still refuse to play Ranked games with you.”

Yuan Wei laughed.

Mo Huaifeng picked up the cap left at the side, lazily lifted his b.u.t.t, and opened the car door. “Don’t be too anxious to contact him. Let me continue to observe for a period of time.”

The door slammed shut while he stepped into the base without looking back.