The National Sweetheart Livestreamer Is A Pro!

Panda Novel

Mix base.

Five people sat adjoined, almost putting on all their ear-mics at the same time.

Nuo could not hold back a restless heart. Poking his head out from beside Mo Huaifeng, he shouted, “Big brother, how’s the touch?”

Similarly, Ji Zhiyao grinningly shouted in reply across a human-sized partition. “Not bad, it’s a better experience than all the cybercafes I’ve been to.”

That seemed to be the last straw for the person in middle, as he lifted his hands and pressed down a head on either side while not forgetting to taunt at the same time. “Half-hearted, if you don’t want to play, just leave. Letting either Xiaofei or Yuan Wei take your place would be better than having you two.”

Despite being forcibly marked by the Captain with animosity, Ji Zhiyao remained in high spirits, locked in an assassin in purple, and then entered the match after waiting for the countdown to end.

Today was Thursday. Counting the Wednesday night when there was no training, this was his second day since coming to stay at the base. Everything here had been great: there was an auntie to take care of them; there was internet speed at a few hundred Mbps per second and screens as clear as original standards. It was virtually a paradise that an internet-addicted youth dreamed of.

Everyone stayed in the rooms on the second level except Ji Zhiyao, and it was two people to a room. For this period of time since Xiao had returned home to recuperate from his hand injury, K, who shared a room with him, upgraded to a VIP single room.

Whereas Ji Zhiyao’s training plan was to first start with integrating into Mix’s current team battle style, and subsequently, it would be supplemented and guided by Xiao. This present stage was the first step.

The match began, and the Heroes valley appeared on the screen.

Unlike the several matches that he had played at Mix base a few weeks ago, this was Ji Zhiyao’s first time playing with the rest as a member since joining the team. Behind him even sat two almighty beings, the stats analyzer and coach. Hence, his expression was extremely fervent, and his mind was completely filled with thoughts like “I want to win I want to grasp the pace and carry the early game well.” His eyes also attentively shifted between the screen and the mini-map for fear that an ambush by any of his opponents would prevent him from developing in the early game.

His intensive concentration with such spirit was obviously very useful. In the earlier stages, their team’s jungler, by means of his strong predicting ability and observational skills, counter-ambushed the opponents who were going for a surprise attack three times, successfully building up an advantage. Though Nuo and Heng would start things together and get themselves killed from time to time, their team did not take long before clinching the victory of the match.

The split second when the sound effects sounded at the end of the match, Ji Zhiyao perked up his ears and heard from behind him the stats analyzer and coach muttering comments such as “the champion that Nuo picked was simply terrible, more practice is needed” and “K is simply too relaxed, he was almost battered to death during the third wave.” From start to the end, his name did not appear even once, and his tensed up nerves then eased as a slightly proud smile hung on his lips.

He had thought that no one could see just how pleased he was at heart, up until the next second when Mo Huaifeng spoke up.

“What you smiling at?”

Ji Zhiyao instinctively turned along the source of the voice to look towards Mo Huaifeng. At this point, his Captain had just twisted open a bottle of mineral water, and his careless manner made it seem like his question earlier was just casually raised.

Ji Zhiyao responded. “Ah, did I smile?”

Mo Huaifeng’s speed of drinking water became a little faster. After he was done, the bottle was placed back onto the table, and his chocolate brown eyes were filled with taunt. “Are you trying to say that I’m blind?”

“… I am not.”

Based on the principle “team dictator has the most power, team dictator is daddy,” Ji Zhiyao was instantly terrified. The smile on his lips fell by half as he said, “Just because we won the match, I’m quite happy.”

Mo Huaifeng seemed a little speechless. “Just a match with regular opponents, what’s there to be proud of?”

He had hit Ji Zhiyao’s sore spot, and he immediately flared up. “So what if it’s an average match? Are the opponents not Challenger ranked in an average match? I was originally just a regular player too.”

“You were a regular player whose skills weren’t as lousy. Don’t put yourself down.”

Ji Zhiyao’s eyes were almost reaching their sky in his eye roll, and when his vision dropped back, he coincidentally saw Nuo secretly laughing silently behind Mo Huaifeng. He suddenly turned his head as if he thought of something and found K and Heng’s expression to be even more exaggerated like they were about to die laughing… Knowing that his unscrupulous teammates had heard every word of the conversation he shared with Mo Huaifeng, Ji Zhiyao’s mentality collapsed right away.

He announced expressionlessly. “Captain, you look down on regular players. I want to upload a post on Weibo to condemn you.”