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Ji Zhiyao read through his little disciple’s information for a little while, failing to analyze much from it. He went straight to launch Heroes, created a room, and invited little disciple in for a match against computer bots.

Little disciple’s game username was also ‘World’sBestJungler.’ Just by looking at it, Ji Zhiyao felt sorry for him.

[HasMelonRindBeenGayToday: Little disciple, the first step of listening to master: first change your username. If you don’t have the name change card, master will give it to you.]

[World’sBestJungler: Isn’t this username very intimidating?]

[HasMelonRindBeenGayToday: … This is not a matter of whether it’s intimidating or not.]

[HasMelonRindBeenGayToday: Beautiful aspirations should be deeply imprinted in your mind. If you write it out so openly, if someone fulfills your dreams before you, who will you cry to?]

[World’sBestJungler: That seems to make sense. I’ll make a change then.]

Ji Zhiyao let out a smile gratifyingly. Indeed a good child, so easy to pacify.

He twisted open the cap on the bottle of water before him and gulped a mouthful. Before he could swallow, he looked across the screen, and with a burst, everything spurted out.

[IHaveABigDarling: How’s my new username?]

[HasMelonRindBeenGayToday: … As long as you’re happy.]

Ji Zhiyao drew some tissues and wiped the screen. Stretching his neck for a bit with a lingering fear, he typed: [Convenient to use a mic? Can’t type often in the game.]

[IHaveABigDarling: Okay, I’ll go get my ear-mic.]

Ji Zhiyao put on his ear-mic as well. His eyes were focused on the screen.

Ji Zhiyao had initially thought that fetching an ear-mic was a very quick thing but had unexpectedly waited for almost ten minutes. Just as his index knuckle was boringly knocking the table, little disciple’s mic logo lighted up. At the same time, a voice sounded. “Hi, master.”

A soft boyish voice, probably a child around ten years old.

Ji Zhiyao sat upright, somehow feeling that something was not very right but could not put a word to it. He could only ask casually. “What took you so long?”

“I have never used a mic when playing previously and forgot where I kept it.”

“Okay, let’s start the match.”

Ji Zhiyao clicked ‘Enter Match.’ The room he chose was for a 3v3, but there were only two of them, so they still needed to match up with one more teammate.

A few seconds later, the team match up was done.

Although the opponents were computer bots, most people who played this mode did it to practice champions. Just in case, Ji Zhiyao entered a simple line in the open chat: “Guiding a disciple, excuse us.”

The other teammate did not reply. It appeared that he did not mind.

Hence, Ji Zhiyao brought his disciple and began conquering the jungle. He had no experience of guiding someone and could only explain in detail from the beginning.

“The first wave of red and blue buffs are usually first taken by junglers and is used to grow gold. However, there are also situations where sometimes people counter jungle and try to take your red and blue buffs. At this point, not only does it require your prediction awareness, but also good cooperation with teammates.”

“Prediction awareness? Master, can you teach me that?”

On the screen, the assassin stopped walking. Ji Zhiyao’s slightly troubled voice promptly sounded. “Awareness cannot be taught. When you have played for a long time, you will naturally be able to get it.”

“Then I shall not be anxious about it and just slowly foster it.”

The bottom of Ji Zhiyao’s eyes carried a slight trace of a smile, and he started another round of explanations.

He gave up the whole jungle to his little disciple while he took minions and guided.

A few matches later, Ji Zhiyao had explained the current general condition for a jungler and the basic rules of playing as one. Little disciple’s comprehension seemed to be not too bad, and his handling was also much better than it was at the beginning.