The National Sweetheart Livestreamer Is A Pro!

By the time everyone was settled in, it was already past seven in the evening, which happened to be dinner time for the students. Nuo and Heng clamored to take a look at what a university canteen looked like.

They were a group of eight, before they reached the canteen, they were recognized by a small crowd and intercepted.

“Fi-god! Is it Fi-god? AHHHH I actually met Fi-god? Can I have an autograph?”

“Brother Xiao, I play as a jungler too, I heard your hand was injured, are you better now?”

“Nuo, your actual self is much more handsome than how you look in livestream, so can you give me an autograph? HAHAHA!”

“Little big brother K! I love you!”

“Xiaofei you’re adorable!”

“Heng look at me look at me! !…”

Mo Huaifeng dealt with several fans’ requests for autographs, then as if having thought of something, looked up, his gaze searching around in their surroundings.

Nevertheless, he couldn’t find the person he was looking for no matter how he looked, a few senseless fans were still continuously making noise in front of him. Mo Huaifeng’s expression went cold, directly rejecting their requests and he moved out of the surrounding ring.

After walking a few more steps to the side, Mo Huaifeng saw the youth who was standing under the streetlamp.

He had one hand in his pockets, the corner of his lips lightly lifted. His eyes were looking in their direction, his gaze holding envy that was yet to be restrained.

Mo Huaifeng’s heart suddenly shrunk, from his stomach to his throat, the entire way hurt like it had been burnt dry.

Ji Zhiyao…

Whereas not far in the distance, Ji Zhiyao blinked, surprised as he saw his own Captain who had broken through the swarming of the fans currently waving to him.

Huh? Turns out he had not seen wrongly?

Why had Captain come out so quickly?

He lifted his legs and walked over, his tone teasing as he asked, “Captain, why was it you who came out first? That’s not right, I guessed that you were going to be the last.”

Ji Zhiyao’s voice was very lively, not one bit of oddness could be heard. Mo Huaifeng finally calmed down and found his own voice, saying concisely, “Too noisy.”

Ji Zhiyao replied, “You’re too willful, those are financier daddies.”

Mo Huaifeng curled his lip.

This was Ji Zhiyao’s first time seeing such a childish expression on Mo Huaifeng’s face, he looked on in surprise for a while, then pointed at the corner of Mo Huaifeng’s lips as if he had discovered a new continent. “Captain, you’re not a dead face?”

Mo Huaifeng was especially tempted to beat him to death.

At the same he secretly chided himself deep down, why had his heart ached for an idiot?

He had no expression as he said, “I’m hungry, let’s go, we’ll go eat.”

Ji Zhiyao tilted his chin in the direction that Mo Huaifeng had came from earlier, “We’re not waiting for them?”

Mo Huaifeng asked, “Do they look like they need us to wait?”

Ji Zhiyao confusedly turned his head over again, vaguely seeing his remaining few teammates who were in the pile of fans were grinning from ear to ear… the corner of his lip twitched slightly and he said, “Captain, let’s go.”

“Mm.”

Two people walked on under the street lamps, warm yellow light shone on them, the shadow that formed on the ground was a pair. It was silent, but the atmosphere wasn’t awkward.

Ji Zhiyao was pondering about the 4-for-1 strategy that Bao Lu had been frequently using recently when he heard Mo Huaifeng ask, “What do you feel like having?”

“I just need meat, not picky about the others.” Ji Zhiyao replied readily.

“Then let’s just go to that place.”

Ji Zhiyao lifted his head and looked, what Mo Huaifeng had pointed to was a spicy mala mix place, which he kind of wanted to eat as well, so he nodded forthrightly. “Sure.”

They walked in and each picked what they wanted to have, then sat at a table and played with their phones.

Ji Zhiyao recalled that he had not gone onto Weibo since Xiao began training him, thus opened the app, planning to scroll through casually. Unexpectedly, the moment he entered the app, his phone hung, only buffering after four to five minutes.

Ji Zhiyao skipped through the uncountable private messages and tags with a puzzled expression and went to his own profile.

His fans had exceeded the five million mark.

“What the f*ck?”

Ji Zhiyao couldn’t really believe his own eyes. He was sure that when he check two weeks ago, the number was still struggling around the four million mark, why had it suddenly risen by so much?

Mo Huaifeng questioned, “What’s wrong?”

“Captain, my number of fans on Weibo has exceeded five million. Am I about to become popular?”

“Not too bad, almost catching up with a third of mine.”

Ji Zhiyao glared at his Captain who was sitting all composed opposite him, then began finding reasons.

By the time the mala spicy mix that they ordered was served, Ji Zhiyao then found the possibility amongst the numerous Weibo tags.

“‘Weibo’s Most Influential Internet Celebrity’, ninth position… What’s this?” Ji Zhiyao was completely dumbfounded. “Have I really become an influencer?”

Mo Huaifeng leisurely ate while reminding him. “I remember the red V verification that you had applied for was as a gaming broadcaster, nothing wrong with you being an influencer.”

“But I’m obviously a professional player who relies on my skills to earn a living, with this, it instantly makes me feel like a gigolo.”

“Are you misunderstood about gigolos?”

Ji Zhiyao could not outspeak him, pursing his lips speechlessly, he left the tags page and began to browse his private messages.

The one right at the top of his private messages made Ji Zhiyao’s eyes widen once again.

“I haven’t seen wrongly, have I?” He put his chopsticks down, raising his phone and shaking it before Mo Huaifeng, saying excitedly, “Captain, look at this! Weibo actually sent me an invitation.”

He merely had two mouthfuls before he was interrupted again, Mo Huaifeng cracked his knuckles with a blank expression, suppressing his temper and did not beat up Ji Zhiyao. He leaned back to distance himself from the phone that had almost hit his face, giving it a glance. ” ‘Weibo Celebrity Gathering’? ”

The eagerness on Ji Zhiyao’s face was not in the least disguised. “Yeah. Sounds quite interesting.”

“You just said that you weren’t an influencer.”

“But I should be able to meet quite a lot of bloggers at this gathering, shouldn’t I? I have a gaming blogger that I like, YiMao, who goes by the name ‘one more’, the videos he makes are amazing. I want to go take a look, who knows I might have the chance to see him and get an autograph.”

Mo Huaifeng could not help but frowned, asking, “When?”

Ji Zhiyao glanced his phone’s screen again, before replying, “The 25th next month, in S City.” He briefly calculated the time and added, “By then I will be done with my examinations and will have started my vacation already.”

Mo Huaifeng’s knitted brows became even tighter.

Ji Zhiyao sat happily on the stool, he had even thought of what to wear that day to meet his idol. When he came back to his senses, he realized that Mo Huaifeng had not touched his chopsticks the whole time, his expression was also very aloof, hence he asked curiously, “Captain, why did you stop eating?”

Mo Huaifeng sighed and picked up his chopsticks.

Ji Zhiyao felt even stranger, after quite some time, he was enlightened and asked quietly, “Captain, me attending this celebrity gathering… is it going to affect our team’s reputation?”

Mo Huaifeng looked up and stared fixedly at him, till Ji Zhiyao felt nervous from being looked at, before he spoke up, “No, go if you want to.”

Ji Zhiyao’s face instantly lit up with happiness. “That’s great.”