The National Sweetheart Livestreamer Is A Pro!

Panda Novel

Ji Zhiyao laughed. “Just how have they been ill-treating all of you? Don’t cry.”

He lifted his head, looking at the four people who were in a match on his left and right, and said softly, “I’ll just give you guys a quick look. Our Captain is very fierce, so if he finds out, he’ll definitely skin me.”

[LOL indeed something that Fi-god would do.]

[Your skin will be protected by us.]

[Here to find attention again, heh.]

[Quickly turn the camera! I swear we won’t report you! Even better if we can get a few more looks!!!]

[Love you love you! Specifically requesting to get a longer look at Fi-god!!!]

“Got it.” Ji Zhiyao kept his voice down. He whispered with half of his little canine teeth exposed, looking warm and adorable.

Then after, all the audience in the livestream watched as one of the youth’s hands lifted and secretly turned the angle of the camera first to the left, then to the direction of K and Heng.

K: “Oh f*ck, did this jungler get his head jammed between a door before we started? All he knows to do is jungle. His daddy (me) has been killed by the opposite team three times on the top lane! Is he blind!!!”

Heng: “Idiot jungler! Leave the blue buff for your grandfather! !”

K: “I will never call NoHomo lousy anymore.”

“…” Ji Zhiyao stared at the two.

He speechlessly turned the camera back and realized that the comments were as expected.

[Oh my god HAHAHA melonrind suddenly got cued!]

[MelonRind: ??? What have I done wrong?]

[The whole nation has sent congratulatory messages.]

[Ow ow, the way K and Heng look when they curse at people is so adorable that my nose is bleeding!]

[Discussing just how lousy melonrind is?]

Ji Zhiyao wanted to punch someone after reading the comments.

He turned the camera away from the left and then secretly panned it towards the right.

Nuo: “Captain, I’m about to be killed by the dragon. Do you still want your support?”

Mo Huaifeng: “Other than feeding, all you can do is stand-up comedy. You even dared to snatch my red buff, what do I want you for?”

Nuo: “Aren’t you using me to tank the damage right now?”

Mo Huaifeng: “You say another word. Tonight, I will stuff socks into your mouth while you’re asleep.”

Nuo: “…”

Mo Huaifeng turned his head slightly, suddenly aware that something with a metallic luster reflected for a moment in his line of vision. He frowned. “Ji Zhiyao, what are you doing?”

He had been discovered.

Ji Zhiyao coughed lightly. “Captain, my camera accidentally became slanted. I’m shifting it back now.”

“Who are you trying to lie to?”

“…”

Ji Zhiyao could not afford to provoke the team dictator who had his buff snatched.

He quickly readjusted the camera to point at himself, showing an expression of profound grief. “I can already smell the fear of being allocated parts of the jungle by Captain in the match later.”

[HAHAHA damn it idiot!!]

[Smell? Exm [1. Excuse me.]? Are you a husky?]

[Hugs my melonrind, but sorry, I still really feel like laughing.]

[MelonRind, aren’t all the members of Mix way too good-looking? If things continue like this, I’m very worried about your sexual orientation.]

“You, the one who is worried about my sexual orientation, stop right there!” Ji Zhiyao rolled up his sleeves, looking like he wanted to hit someone. “I’m a straight guy! Straight! Wait till I find a girlfriend and slap all your faces swollen!”

Mo Huaifeng, who was seated on his right, frowned. His hand left the keyboard to push Ji Zhiyao. “Shut up, so noisy.”

[LOL damn I’m about to die from laughing!]

[Déjà vu of a total leader.]

[MelonRind, just admit it. Fi-god is wanting to take possession of you! He doesn’t want to let you find a girlfriend!]

Ji Zhiyao gritted his teeth. “Moderators, get to work! Ban all those who say ‘parent’ and ‘take possession!'”