The eSports King’s Crush

"A status with a photo?" Feng Nai's fingers absent-mindedly scratched the white cat's chin.

The assistant feared that he wouldn't agree. "Really, Young Master. You're posting too few public messages!"

"Didn't I just post last month?" It was evident that Feng Nai was slightly resistant to things like posting public messages. Even his voice was a little lazy.

The assistant was about to break into tears. "You only posted three words." Going to bed… These words were also considered a post? There hadn't even been a photo.

Just like the fans said, if you say that you're going to bed, do post a photo of you going to bed.

He really could not add even one more word.

Besides, if he hadn't almost lost his job over this, Young Master definitely wouldn't have even logged on.

It was really tiring for fans to come across an idol who didn't like to post public messages. They needed a pair of intelligent eyes at all times to find love in his brief words.

The most tags the Young Master got were very few. "Almighty K, Panda next door posts more in a day than you do in a month. Will you really not consider increasing the rate at which you interact with your little cuties?"

That was also unprecedented. Feng Nai responded lazily with just three words. "I will not."

The fans would be speechless.

Why had they become fans of such a man?

However, no matter what, Feng Nai's popularity remained phenomenal.

Sometimes, he even had influence.

Below his account, people were waiting for him to appear every day.

Initially, they were unaccustomed to the subsequent unparalleled, patient wait.

However, once Feng Nai posted a public message, things would definitely blow up.

In the industry, if one became smitten with Almighty K, they had to be prepared to suffer.

After all, their idol really disliked posting. He wouldn't do it despite the persuasion of the club.

As time passed, even the club lost hope and this important task was handed directly to the assistant.

The assistant was really miserable. It was like getting a period every month: painful and torturous.

All just to urge the Young Master to post a public message!

Today, it happened again…

The Young Master was also superb at dealing with him each time.

He either hung up his call directly or only gave him three words. "I will not."

Honestly, this time, the assistant believed there was hope.

After all, the Young Master hadn't hung up on him!

The assistant's voice regained some vitality. "Young Master, just casually take a photo. The fans want to know your day-to-day life too."

"Got it." Feng Nai's voice was still languid. "If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up."

He… He had agreed?

The assistant found it rather unbelievable!

Both his eyes were wide. He somehow had the feeling that he'd finally done it!

After rejoicing, he then started feeling uneasy.

The Young Master wouldn't do what he had done the previous time, would he? He wouldn't only post two words, right?

The Young Master barely had any credit left anywhere.

That was why he was so worried.

As the assistant was hesitating about whether to make another call, inside the apartment…

Feng Nai shifted his eyes to the back of the aloof person standing in the kitchen. His fingers did not leave the white cat beside him. After scratching the cat's face for a bit, his brows lifted slightly and even his eyes experienced a change.

Day-to-day life?

That was simple.

Feng Nai freed up a hand. Turning his cell phone, he aimed it at a certain point and very casually snapped a shot. His fingers drafted a post and got ready to publish it.

However, he found it too dull. After pausing for a moment, he decided to add a slightly sarcastic caption. "This bowl of ginger soup made by a certain someone tastes pretty good."