The National Sweetheart Livestreamer Is A Pro!

Ji Zhiyao turned to look at Mo Huaifeng, who was at his seat with a leg crossed over the other, drinking milk, slightly baffled. “Is it because he’s the team dictator, so he does not need to livestream? This makes me kind of want to usurp the throne.”

The team dictator who was called out glanced lazily at Ji Zhiyao, and disdainful “hmph” sounded from his nostrils. “For a day I’m alive, all of you will remain as crown princes.”

“…” Ji Zhiyao stared at him.

Yuan Wei laughed. “What the f*ck? Where did this idiot come from?”

Mo Huaifeng put down one of his legs that was propped up, stretching out into a length that made one envious. He lifted his eyelids and leisurely said, “Did Yuan Wei not tell you before? For me, it’s because my international ranking is high that I was specially permitted to not have to do livestream.”

In eSports, indeed, capability spoke for one.

With competence comes status.

A blazing flame began to burn in Ji Zhiyao’s heart, thinking that one day he too would definitely have such a privilege, standing on the peak of the mountain looking down at all living creatures—especially at the remaining few in Mix who needed to livestream.

A knowing smile had just appeared on his face when he heard Yuan Wei respond. “You and your bullshit. If you weren’t a large shareholder, who would you let be so frivolous? Do you have no idea at all?”

Swoosh!

This was the sound of a wonderful blueprint shattering.

Mo Huaifeng ignored Yuan Wei’s dig at him and instead took a look at Ji Zhiyao’s expressions and ‘tsk-ed.’ “Give him some hope. What’s so bad about it?”

Yuan Wei turned and saw in Ji Zhiyao’s eyes a sullen uncertainty.

He laughed dryly, speaking swiftly. “Okay, there’s nothing else. Just reminding you about your livestream duration, as long as you keep it in mind yourself.”

Ji Zhiyao was still daydreaming but nodded subconsciously.

Yuan Wei turned to remind the wild kids in the dining room, leaving only Ji Zhiyao and Mo Huaifeng in the large training room.

After a while, Mo Huaifeng became impatient. “Weren’t you quite fond of livestreaming?”

Ji Zhiyao, as if sleepwalking, was frank about his innermost thoughts. “If I can earn money and relax without having to livestream, who would like livestreaming?”

“… Are you very short of money?”

“I’m not. This the conclusion I came to after comparing with you.”

“Superficial.”

Mo Huaifeng threw the milk carton into the trash bin and indifferently said, “Even if you’re envious of me, you still have to livestream.”

Ji Zhiyao stared at him for a few seconds. Pursing his lips, he turned down his lips even more. “I know. But I left my webcam at my dorm, there are no webcams at the base. Let’s wait till I go out and get one tomorrow.”

Mo Huaifeng asked, “Isn’t your training duration supposed to hit twelve hours? How do you still find time to go shopping?”

“Yes, young people don’t need much sleep. Captain, are you very envious?”

Mo Huafeng continued. “You did not mean it like this when you were complaining that my tone was too affectionate. You said I was “only four years older than you,’ ‘only.’ I should really find a chain to chain you to the base, in case you put on a docile skin at the base but turn against us when you get let out.”

Ji Zhiyao returned. “Why are your thoughts so dangerous? You want to play captive breeding with me?”

— Only until the delivery man sounded the doorbell did these two people, as if having a switch turned off, stop their reckless, primary school student style squabble.

…

2 am, training ended.

Ji Zhiyao’s hand was fisted and pounding his neck. He was so sleepy that his yawns were continuous. He closed the door after entering the room, pulling out a set of clean shirt and pants, bringing them to the bathroom, and prepared to shower.

As this room initially had not been used as a bedroom, the heater in the bathroom had been installed just a day before Ji Zhiyao came to the base. Thus, when he realized that there was a problem with the heater, Ji Zhiyao accepted this fact very calmly.

He picked up his clothes with his fingers and opened the door. Staggering a few steps to the side, he knocked on the door of the next room.

Several seconds later, the door opened, and a handsome face appeared.

After Mo Huaifeng, who had not entered for long, had a clear look at the person at his door, his aloof expression turned to a questioning one.