The National Sweetheart Livestreamer Is A Pro! Chapter 91

Chapter 91: Untitled

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Ji Zhiyao looked up, surprised and saw the girl’s eyes blinking at him, instantly cursed to himself in his heart.
It wasn’t that he was narcissistic. Back then during military training, Xing Chuxue asked for his WeChat publicly; now at the table, there was Ning Lichao aside from him, but she hadn’t even said a word to Ning Lichao from the start…
What situation was this? Was she intending to achieve her goal through other means?
Thoughts swirled in his heart, Ji Zhiyao’s expression remained unchanged, he even grinned and said steadily, “If you want to ask us out to play next time, get Bing to let us know.”
“Ah…” Xing Chuxue bit her lip. “But I…”
Ji Zhiyao did not listen to her, shifting his gaze to the door. “You two are so slow, what are you guys doing in the toilet?”
Yang Bing and Wen Heng entered one after the other, successfully cutting off what Xing Chuxue had wanted to say. Yang Bing said, “I went to settle the bill on the way, so I took some time.”
Ji Zhiyao nodded, replying, “Bing, we’re done eating, I shall leave first. I still have training at the battleteam’s side, I took leave to come out today, you know that too.”
Yang Bing had no objections as he waved. “Sure, we’ll hang out again next time.”
Ji Zhiyao silently muttered to himself that next time as long as Xing Chuxue would be present, he wouldn’t come even if he would be beaten to death, then while at it notified Wen Heng and Ning Lichao, took his bag and walked out directly.
Turning a few corners out the door, Ji Zhiyao casually entered a barbecue place and ordered 100 meat skewers, 20 potato skewers, 20 chicken wings and 20 skewers of gristle, then under the lady boss’s shocked look became lost in his thoughts as he pondered about life.
Actually he was mainly still deliberating, how to clear up that bit of fishiness with Yang Bing.
This matter if communicated well, would help Yang Bing to be more careful and not get cheated; if not put across well, it was possible that they wouldn’t be friends anymore.
Hence Ji Zhiyao was very troubled, how exactly should he remind Yang Bing?
Up till 160 barbecued skewers were all packed, he still hadn’t gotten an answer.
Ji Zhiyao stretched his arm out to flag down a taxi, heading right to Mix base. Both his hands were carrying that huge pile of barbecued skewers, with a serious expression, as if he was hugging a land mine, making the driver could not help but repeatedly peek at him.
Ten over minutes later, the taxi stopped, and drove away again very quickly.
Ji Zhiyao entered the password, the front door of the villa opened. In the time he took to change his shoes, five to six people rushed out noisily after smelling the aroma. Nuo was responsible to carry away the huge pile of barbecued meat on the table, his smile like a blooming flower. “Oh my, thank you Yao-god, thank you Yao-god.”
“Haven’t even played any competition and you’re rushing to give him a title, if NoHomo becomes arrogant will you take responsibility?” Yuan Wei reached out and gave Nuo a slap on the back of his head, then shouted loudly as he began to snatch the food, “Slow down, give the potato slices to me! I didn’t eat my fill for dinner because I was thinking about this mouthful.”
Mo Huaifeng was tall, reaching out from the top, he easily took the chicken wings in the bag, chewing on his chicken wings and coldly snickering at the remaining of Mix battleteam who were madly fighting for food, while replying to K’s “Captain leave the chicken wings for me”.
“Aren’t there four more skewers left in the bag?”
The whole scene paused for a moment, then including the coach and stats analyzer, a total of seven people began to fight for the possession of the remaining four skewers of chicken wings.
Even if they had nine lives, they wouldn’t dare to snatch the food from Mo Huaifeng.
Ji Zhiyao watched on with a numb expression at Nuo in the center who screamed repeatedly and was about to be flattened into a meat patty, telling himself for the 101st time, this is Mix base, not some kindergarten for advanced ages or a mental hospital.
Mo Huaifeng found a plate to place his chicken wings, then with a skewer in this mouth, walked to Ji Zhiyao’s side and glanced at him. “In a bad mood?”
Ji Zhiyao “mm-ed” in reply, dazedly picking up a skewer from the plate and gave Mo Huaifeng a rundown of tonight’s happening all at once, vexedly asking, “Captain, how do I say it?”
“Say it however you should. Whether he listens or not is his business, you’ve done your part.”
After being reassured Ji Zhiyao took a bite of chicken wing as if venting his anger, saying incoherently, “I shouldn’t have taken leave tonight, what kind of matter is this.”
He shook his head in frustration, but unintentionally saw Mo Huaifeng’s expressionless face.
“… Captain.”
Mo Huaifeng pointed to the training room, then unhurriedly glanced at the chicken wing in Ji Zhiyao’s hands, a cold smile formed the corner of his lips lifted. “Three less hours of training and you still have the cheek to eat? Shall we also get a few cans of beer and have a party.”
“That’s not very right.”
“You really think I don’t hit people.”
Ji Zhiyao indignantly had a bite of meat, then reluctantly placed the half-eaten chicken wing back onto the plate, unwillingly dragged his feet into the training room.
Mo Huaifeng stood where he was, a light snort sounding from his nose. He looked down and glanced at the miserable looking chicken wing that was coated with transparent saliva at some parts.
In the next second, a certain eSports idol with mild OCD frowned, picked the deformed chicken wing up and put it aside, not throwing it away, no criticism and also no mocking.
Instead as if nothing had happened, ate the skewer in his hands.
…
Entering the training room, Ji Zhiyao sat in his own seat, pulled out his phone and sent Wen Heng a text first.
[MelonRind: Are you guys back at the dorm?]
[WH: Just arrived, why?]
[MelonRind: Is Bing there?]
[WH: He came back with us, I’ll get him for you?]
[MelonRind: No need, there’s something personally. I’ll go to him directly.]
Leaving the chat room with Wen Heng, Ji Zhiyao couldn’t refrain from frowning slightly, his fingers pausing for a moment before he typed quickly: [Bing, got something to tell you, no other meaning. Before I left, your girlfriend asked for my WeChat, I didn’t give it.]
[Yang Bing: Huh, it’s fine, even if you don’t want to give it we’re still brothers, I’m not angry!]
[MelonRind: …]
[MelonRind: This is how you think?]
[Yang Bing: Yeah, if not how would I think?]
Ji Zhiyao really didn’t know what to say anymore. He sighed and typed: [Honestly speaking, don’t be angry. I feel that Xing Chuxue isn’t very suitable for you.]
[Yang Bing: What do you mean?]
[Yang Bing: Old Ji, if you continue speaking like this, don’t blame for not treating you as a brother.]
Seeing this line, Ji Zhiyao aggrievedly threw his phone aside.
He really could not continue the conversation any longer.
If he had said anything more, he reckoned Yang Bing would misunderstand that he had any ideas towards Xing Chuxue.
What kind of matter is this?
Ji Zhiyao stayed silent for a moment, then put on his headphones. He turned on his livestream, and entered a match alone as practice.
He had no expression and played very aggressively, leading to such a style of comments in the livestream room.
[QAQ so scary.]
[Oh my god, is this Yao’s true personality? Did I become a fan of a person with split personality?]
[Did my melon not eat his fill.]
[Was probably criticized by Fi-god, he looks so upset.]
[Hugging my melon tightly, I am scared.]
After finishing yet another match, Ji Zhiyao stretched his neck and wrists, hearing a low voice coming from the top, concisely. “The last wave, too impulsive.”