The gossiping teammates glanced at Ji Heng, who still appeared cold on the surface. The saying "near vermilion, one gets red; near ink, one gets black" proved true—Ji Heng was infected, mastering the essence of this team's shamelessness and easily fabricating lies.
"I believe I can learn more here." He went to the players' training team yesterday, but for Xue Huiyi's backup players to keep up, the instructor intentionally lowered the difficulty.
With ineffective training, Ji Heng naturally had to think about himself.
Hu Ping patted his shoulder, supporting his brother's decision, "Training with Sister Cai feels like playing games, super enjoyable."
Avoiding Xue Huiyi's expression, Ji Heng smiled freely, mimicking Hu Ping's bold shoulder pat.
Ji Heng, touched by worldly smoke, became more carefree, his aura surpassing the past.
