The National Sweetheart Livestreamer Is A Pro!

Chapter 85: Untitled

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Ji Zhiyao: “But...”

Mo Huaifeng: “If you lose this match, for the next month you can only dream of getting creeps from the right side of the jungle.”

A chill went down Ji Zhiyao’s spine and he jumped onto the keyboard.

Mo Huaifeng watched Ji Zhiyao’s handling that seemed like he was on fire for a while, then as if remembering something, turned toward Yuan Wei, who looked upset... He “tsk-ed” reluctantly, the tilt of his chin pointing to the direction of the front door.

A minute later.

There were two more people in the courtyard of Mix’s base.

Yuan Wei looked at the man whose features appeared even more perfect under the clear moonlight, his expression remained unchanged on the surface but deep down he wished to stuff him into the toilet bowl on the first level of the base.

Mo Huaifeng pulled out a cigarette from the cigarette case, biting it as he said, “Very troublesome?”

Yuan Wei replied, “Troublesome, very troublesome, this post has been reposted more than 300 times, more than 4000 comments, now there’s a bunch of people out there questioning your image. Perhaps you might have to wear a mask when you go out from now, if you accidentally show your face you’ll even be pointed at and judged, ‘Look, he’s the man who made his fans cry.’ Damn it, I’ve been in the team for more than three years and I’ve never seen as many problems as we’ve had in these three weeks.”

A corner of Mo Huaifeng’s lips lifted, he puffed out a breath of smoke to the side before saying, “When a Weibo post that is spreading unreal information has been reposted and commented on till this extent, we can pursue legal responsibility. Call the club directly, get them to find a lawyer and issue a statement.”

“So simple and violent?”

“I would love to not resolve the matter, as long as you don’t look at me so nastily.”

“... I’ll call up the club right now. But Captain you should also take note, there’s no need to go this far to protect a teammate... Are you having any ideas about him?”

“Do you wish to die?”

“I’m not joking with you, I’m asking seriously.”

“Is this you looking forward to me having ideas for him?”

Yuan Wei’s expression turned dark, “I didn’t say anything, don’t try to pin anything on me.”

Mo Huaifeng sneered coldly, put out the cigarette and entered the villa.

As he approached the training room he heard a few of them whispering quietly, only missing a person’s voice... Mo Huaifeng looked up and as expected saw the person sit right in the middle staring at the screen unmoving, appearing very focused.

If it wasn’t because he had not worn his ear-mic, Mo Huaifeng almost thought that he was currently lost in his match, unable to extricate himself.

Virtually so stupid it was funny.

He walked over and asked with a neutral expression, “The match earlier, did you win?”

Ji Zhiyao replied, “I did, took over the match when I had completely developed, carried the whole team. Want to take a look at the results?”

Mo Huaifeng shook his head, deliberated for a bit then said, “There’s a training tournament set next weekend, do prepare in advance.”

“Huh?”

Ji Zhiyao was surprised, obviously not expecting this. But it came to his mind that he would’ve been in the team for two weeks by next weekend, it was indeed time to check the results of his training. Hence he restrained his expression, asking, “Which team?”

“Wan Ning.”

Wan Ning was an established battleteam, formed for a slightly longer period of time, but the strength of their battleteam could only be considered slightly above average. If they were lucky, they could be one of the final eight teams in the national qualifiers as the bottom team; if they were unlucky, it was also possible for them not to get a placing.

Holding a training tournament with a team of such capabilities, one could easily make out Mix’s current standard.

Ji Zhiyao nodded. “Okay, I will prepare well.”

Mo Huaifeng made a sound of agreement. He frowned, but quickly eased up, saying, “I’m hungry.”

Ji Zhiyao immediately grabbed his phone. “I’ll order takeaway, what do you want to have? My treat.”

“Spicy hotpot. Spicy level medium, no coriander, no mushroom, more meat and pumpkin slices. Get a portion of thirty dollars and more, if not it won’t be enough.”

Ji Zhiyao swiftly tapped away while enquiring, “Are these enough? Do you want anything else? Captain don’t stand on ceremony with me, order more.”

Mo Huaifeng pushed him and said annoyed, “That’s all, stop asking me.”

Ji Zhiyao muttered in a low voice, “Treating you to a meal and you still have such an attitude, who else other than me has such a good temper?”

Some things that were constantly sinking in his heart seemed to have lost their gravity and slowly, become light.