Ji Zhiyao nodded. “I do. No. 1 on the international junglers ranking, retired last year, my idol, an absolute legend in the scene.”

“He practices the speed class style, his individual ability is so outstanding that it’s scary.”

“That’s formidable.”

“If you wish to use this style, you will have to take A.K. as your target for the program earlier. A.K.’s newest record for this year is 1 min and 28 seconds.”

“F*ck!”

“Oh yes, don’t forget, he’d already retired then.”

Ji Zhiyao was virtually so shocked that his face was twisted, at this current level he could only last 20 seconds on that program, A.K.’s result was truly a little inhumane.

He frowned, pondering for a moment, before asking, “Actually I don’t quite understand, how did this other school of thought about speed class come to be?”

The stats analyzer was a little tired from standing and decided to simply sit on the ground, while gesturing to Ji Zhiyao, indicating for him to sit down too.

After they were both seated, he continued, “In our usual games, we typically use the specialties of our champions or the opponent’s line to decide what equipment we need and what style is needed to give play to the greatest advantage of the champion. This mainly depends on individual ability more commonly known as skills flow. But speed class is slightly different. To put it bluntly, it’s one word: fast. So its restrictions in comparison are also huge. If your movement and handling is simply fast and no champions can catch you, then you have the absolute advantage. But if as long as you happen to slow down, it’ll be very dangerous once you’re caught. Because you’ve used too many spots to buy equipment to increase your speed, in all the other aspects you will be weaker than your opponent.”

Ji Zhiyao carefully deliberated over the stats analyzer’s words, realizing that things indeed seemed to be as he had said.

The stats analyzer patted his shoulder. “So it’s still better to make a good job of what’s before you now. There’s nothing bad with ability class. Even in South Korea, there are rarely any players specialized in speed class in recent years, at the most, there are just some who can play a bit of both styles, but they aren’t outstanding. You don’t have to worry about this problem.”

Ji Zhiyao rubbed his face. “But I’m still quite tempted to give it a try.”

The stats analyzer made a hissing sound. “Melon, why are you so stubborn? I’ve already analyzed it so thoroughly for you!”

“I think there are definitely benefits in speed class, that’s why there are so many players in South Korea who know both styles.”

The stats analyzer was silent for a few seconds before he agreed. “That’s right.”

“That’s why! Actually I think it’s rather suited to me. How about this, I will affect my usual training, I’ll on try it out in my own time. What do you think?”

“Nothing.”

“Brother.”

“There’s no use telling me this. If you really want to do so, go talk to Coach and Captain yourself.”

“… Brother, do you think I will be beaten up?”

“Whether you will be beaten up or not, do you really have no damn idea deep down?”

The stats analyzer stood up with a clap on his thigh and took two steps towards the training room with a long face, then suddenly turned around as if he reminded of something. “Yes, I have a piece of good news for you.”

Ji Zhiyao was confused. “What?”

“The whole team took down the national qualifiers. A few days ago the international rankings were renewed, you are now No. 39 on the junglers ranking.”

He was still slightly in disbelief. “What the f*ck, is that for real?”

“Yet if you choose to be frivolous, I guarantee your name definitely won’t be there the next time the list is renewed.”

The stats analyzer’s tone was especially heated, Ji Zhiyao cowered in fear of being beaten up and obediently followed him into the training room.

He decided to talk to his Captain about it later.

Returning back to his seat, Ji Zhiyao began another ranked match.

This time round, there weren’t any more speed class playing styles that appeared out of nowhere, both teams were purely of the standards of amateur players. Ji Zhiyao jungled fervently and led the games, continuing a win-streak for several hours.

By dinnertime, his rank had already leapt from Bronze to Platinum.

With the exception of Xiao who was barred from continuing by the stats analyzer after he had reached Gold rank, it was the same for everyone else in Mix. Nuo who had the hardest time ranking up as a support cozied up tightly against Mo Huaifeng as they played ranked matches together and actually ended up being a rank higher than Ji Zhiyao.

Ji Zhiyao wanted to punch someone after hearing that.

Everyone had a very sumptuous dinner together, then continued with their dissipated training.

Ji Zhiyao played all the way, only stopping when he arrived at Diamond rank.

He could evidently sense that, in ranks from Diamond and above, it was as if the standard of the players’ skills had groundlessly became several notches higher, comparable to the standards of Challenger rank players in China.

Coming to such an understanding left him completely displeased.

Was the standard of China eSports really this bad?

Ji Zhiyao could not help but sink into deep thought.

Yet he hadn’t been deliberating for long when his attention was caught by two claps sounding by the door. Yuan Wei dressed in a coquettish flowery top, stood at the door of the training room, posing coyly and flaunting himself. “Children, quickly get out here to lift your weights and get on the treadmill!”

It wasn’t just Vita battleteam who was shocked, even Mix could not bring themselves to look at Yuan Wei. Nuo covered his eyes and roared, “Yuan Wei, what are you wearing! Hurts the eyes!”

“Signifying a celebration, can’t you guys tell? Who deemed it that back when I had to make all of you lose weight for the advertisements, I had to beg each of you one by one endlessly to go exercise, that was so tiring it almost killed me. Things are great this time, what goes around comes around, it is your turn now!”

What the hell was this? Why was he passing off as their manager?

The vein in Mo Huaifeng’s forehead throbbed relentlessly as he called out warningly, “Yuan Wei.”

“Here, how may I help you my Captain? Oh yes, before I came here, not only this month’s salary had been given, even next month’s salary had been sent to me!”

“Damn it.”

The corner of Ji Zhiyao’s lips twitched. “Big brother, we’ll go lift weights, and you quickly go change out of these clothes, you’re totally embarrassing our team.”

“I think it’s not bad.” Yuan Wei was especially serious. “Mainly because the person is good-looking.”

“Screw you, get lost!”

All of Mix put forth their united effort to chase Yuan Wei away, then exhaled deeply. Mo Huaifeng rubbed his temples and said to Vita battleteam, “Our manager becomes a little abnormal from time to time, sorry about that.”

After that, he even translated that line for everyone else in Mix to hear. Looking at his totally solemn manner, Ji Zhiyao suddenly felt like laughing.

The treadmills were all placed on the first level, in a room in the opposite direction of the training room, a total of 12 people from Mix and Vita combined walked over, each person chose something that they wanted to do and began their exercise.

Ji Zhiyao walked at the very end of the group and slowly moved towards a treadmill, program it to the slowest mode and started jogging at a snail’s pace.

As an internet-addicted youth, he was still expected to be passionate about exercise, this was really making things difficult for him.