Chapter 85
The National Sweetheart Livestreamer Is A Pro!
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Ji Zhiyao: âBut...â
Mo Huaifeng: âIf you lose this match, for the next month you can only dream of getting creeps from the right side of the jungle.â
A chill went down Ji Zhiyaoâs spine and he jumped onto the keyboard.
Mo Huaifeng watched Ji Zhiyaoâs handling that seemed like he was on fire for a while, then as if remembering something, turned toward Yuan Wei, who looked upset... He âtsk-edâ 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 Mixâs 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, âVery troublesome?â
Yuan Wei replied, âTroublesome, very troublesome, this post has been reposted more than 300 times, more than 4000 comments, now thereâs 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 youâll even be pointed at and judged, âLook, heâs the man who made his fans cry.â Damn it, Iâve been in the team for more than three years and Iâve never seen as many problems as weâve had in these three weeks.â
A corner of Mo Huaifengâs lips lifted, he puffed out a breath of smoke to the side before saying, âWhen 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.â
âSo simple and violent?â
âI would love to not resolve the matter, as long as you donât look at me so nastily.ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
â... Iâll call up the club right now. But Captain you should also take note, thereâs no need to go this far to protect a teammate... Are you having any ideas about him?â
âDo you wish to die?â
âIâm not joking with you, Iâm asking seriously.â
âIs this you looking forward to me having ideas for him?â
Yuan Weiâs expression turned dark, âI didnât say anything, donât try to pin anything on me.â
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 personâs 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 wasnât 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, âThe match earlier, did you win?â
Ji Zhiyao replied, âI did, took over the match when I had completely developed, carried the whole team. Want to take a look at the results?â
Mo Huaifeng shook his head, deliberated for a bit then said, âThereâs a training tournament set next weekend, do prepare in advance.â
âHuh?â
Ji Zhiyao was surprised, obviously not expecting this. But it came to his mind that he wouldâve 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, âWhich team?â
âWan Ning.â
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 Mixâs current standard.
Ji Zhiyao nodded. âOkay, I will prepare well.â
Mo Huaifeng made a sound of agreement. He frowned, but quickly eased up, saying, âIâm hungry.â
Ji Zhiyao immediately grabbed his phone. âIâll order takeaway, what do you want to have? My treat.â
âSpicy hotpot. Spicy level medium, no coriander, no mushroom, more meat and pumpkin slices. Get a portion of thirty dollars and more, if not it wonât be enough.â
Ji Zhiyao swiftly tapped away while enquiring, âAre these enough? Do you want anything else? Captain donât stand on ceremony with me, order more.â
Mo Huaifeng pushed him and said annoyed, âThatâs all, stop asking me.â
Ji Zhiyao muttered in a low voice, âTreating you to a meal and you still have such an attitude, who else other than me has such a good temper?â
Some things that were constantly sinking in his heart seemed to have lost their gravity and slowly, become light.