The National Sweetheart Livestreamer Is A Pro!

Panda Novel

The next day, a certain person who could not fall asleep because he was too excited in the middle of the night ended up only crawling out of bed near noon.

Harshly washing his face under the tap, Ji Zhiyao shook off the water droplets on his face. After using a towel to forcefully dry off, he was then completely awake.

He was the only person at home again. Ji Zhiyao first had a change of clothes and headed out to the supermarket and bought a great heap of food. Then, he went home carrying a bulging plastic bag.

Back home, he posted on Weibo announcing his livestream.

Filling the table with all the snacks, Ji Zhiyao pulled out his notebook and entered the livestream room. He watched the professional teams' training tournaments from several months ago while eating the snacks and analyzing plays amidst coquettish talks. Occasionally, he would take down some notes of handling inspired by junglers in the videos.

After watching two videos and having managed to fulfill the length for his livestream, Ji Zhiyao was also full. He ignored the comments in the livestream room calling for him to game and show off some handling skills and directly quitted the software.

In the next second, he indecisively picked his phone, checked it, and then placed it back on the table again with no reluctance, seriously watching the videos.

More than half an hour later, the WeChat notification that was turned on to the loudest sounded.

Ji Zhiyao dropped the remaining half bag of chips in his hand and looked at his phone screen.

[DB.MHF: Just woke up, want to game?]

… It was almost late afternoon, and he just woke up. As expected from an Internet-addicted youth.

Ji Zhiyao silently ranted in his heart, but the action of replying by his fingers was not slowed: [Okay, I'll log on now.]

[DB.MHF: Hold on, I'm starting an alternate account. I'll invite you in a while.]

Ji Zhiyao replied an 'Mm' and then launched the Heroes client. Just as he idly knocked the table for the 45th time, the screen before him popped up a text box [ 'dbmmmmmm' has invited you to a match through username search. Do you agree?].

Ji Zhiyao knew the moment he saw the first two letters that this string of characters was Fi-god's alternate account, and the first thing he did after entering the room was to add each other as in-game friends.

[dbmmmmmm: Voice chat? More convenient.]

[HasMelonRindBeenGayToday: Okay, I'll plug in my ear-mic.]

Ji Zhiyao put the earphone wire into the jack. In between, for some unknown reason, his fingers even trembled, almost going crooked. After he was done with the earphones, he took a deep breath, and in the face of all the splutter in this mind such as "I'm actually going to voice chat with the top local ADC," "I am the man standing above the shoulders of thousands and millions of fans," and "If this gets out will I be beaten till my d*** is crooked" sort of nonsensical thoughts, he turned on the ear-mic and called out tentatively. "Fi-god?"

Then, he saw on the screen that the ear-mic sign of the other person in the room lighted up. The voice that came through in the ear-mic was a little cold. "Mm."

A manner that was neither near nor far was actually fitting of the aloof image that Mo Huaifeng had always been putting up.

Ji Zhiyao was also not as idiotic as when he had first started voice chatting. When his whole person relaxed, he just wanted to have fun, and his frivolous attitude was exactly as it usually was on livestream. "Fi-god, are we starting?"

"Hold on, there are people joining."

Ji Zhiyao let out an 'oh,' staring at the screen.

A minute later, he watched the three unknown people enter the room one after another. He was silent for a while, not knowing what to say.

Especially when these unknown people began introducing themselves.

[IAmkk'sFangirlTodayToo: Mix.K.]

[fangkailanbaba: Mix.Heng.]

[fendatingbujian: Mix.Nuo.]

[MelonRind: …]

[MelonRind: Um, hi bosses. if Mix battleteam is having a meeting, I'll leave first and give the space to Brother Xiao.]