The National Sweetheart Livestreamer Is A Pro!

Panda Novel

A month later.

10:30 PM.

Ji Qingge swung her legs while sitting on the desk. With her mouth crunching on potato chips, she stretched out her fingers to direct. “Did you leave out anything? Certificate of graduation, letter of admission, letter of acceptance, two-inch photograph, identity card… got everything?”

Not too far away, Ji Zhiyao, who was squatting before the luggage bag, suddenly stood up. “Forgot my graduation certificate.”

“What can you remember? All you know is to bring your laptop bag and camera.”

Ji Zhiyao walked to the study desk as if he did not hear her, and after rummaging through a row of neat books and making a mess, he still did not find what he was looking for. With the last row left to go through, he glanced at Ji Qingge, who was blocking the books, and dragged her off the desk mercilessly.

“Going too far there.” Ji Qingge rolled her eyes.

Ji Zhiyao yanked out the graduation certificate that he managed to dig out, reaching it out before her and shaking it, but spoke about another matter. “Ji Qingge, I hope that when I come back, I will be able to see you slimmed down.”

Ji Qingge lifted her leg and kicked him, seeming rather unwilling to regard him. Yet when Ji Zhiyao zipped up his luggage bag, she could not help it and spoke up. “Brother, can you bring with you some skincare products? No matter how they useless they are, you should at least bring a sunblock. If you become as tanned as black charcoal after military training, who would want to watch your livestream. Do you not have any idea?”

That seems to make sense.

“I always thought that I became famous because of my skills. You make me very sad.” Ji Zhiyao reached his hand out towards Ji Qingge. Ji Qingge uncaringly gave him several eye-rolls and then unwillingly placed the two bottles of sunblock that she had hidden behind her back on his hand. “It’s important to know one’s own limitations.”

Ji Zhiyao lifted his hand and flicked her forehead.

Seeing that he finished packing, Ji Qingge picked up the potato chip bag and prepared to leave. “I have lessons tomorrow, so I shall not go send you. Anyway, there’s nothing much to send when it’s right outside our house.”

“Go for your lessons, no need to bother about me.” Ji Zhiyao paused and said with no expression, “Study well. If I find out that you’re in an early relationship, I will break your dog head.”

“… Worry about yourself first.” Ji Qingge left such a line and slipped away very quickly.

Closing the door, Ji Zhiyao pushed the not-too-big luggage case to the back of the door, then simply tidied up the cluttered closet and desk before lying on his back in his bed, and picked up his phone.

[DB.MHF: Let’s talk about it when you have the time.]

[DB.MHF: Your school is very close to the Mix base. Twenty minutes ride. You can come at usual times.]

Ji Zhiyao scrolled up and looked at the text he had sent to Mo Huaifeng saying that he could not play for these two days and then replied: [The training base is even open to outsiders?]

[DB.MHF: Outsiders are officially prohibited, but you are a special case.]

[MelonRind: ?]

[MelonRind: Is it because I look better than other fans who gank the base?]

[DB.MHF: Are you sleepwalking?]

[MelonRind: …]

Ji Zhiyao recalled the photograph of Mo Huaifeng that he had seen before. Even if the fans captured him in an unguarded moment, he was still a handsome blur. Thus, there was no way to be thick-skinned and forcefully call himself handsome. He then asked: [Then?]

[DB.MHF: Familiar.]

[MelonRind: Do you still remember a few days ago when we continuously lost the ranked matches and you guys said that we will not meet anymore?]

[DB.MHF: Then don’t come.]

[MelonRind: …]

Ji Zhiyao stared at the screen for a few seconds and silently deleted a text.

[MelonRind: I report tomorrow. I have close to a week before the military training, so I’ll come over then?]

[DB.MHF: Okay, let me know before you do. I’ll order a luxurious takeaway beforehand.]

[MelonRind: …]

Ji Zhiyao threw his phone aside with an indifferent his expression.