The National Sweetheart Livestreamer Is A Pro! - Chapter 216: Untitled
In the 35th minute, a DIL trio attempted to catch the carry duo of the mid-laner and ADC but was killed in turn by Mo Huaifeng who had a trifle of HP left. Mix successfully took down the big dragon, resulting in their gold surpassing DIL’s by more than a thousand.
Following that, Mo Huaifeng led the minions and pushed right into DIL’s base with K and Xiao.
The audience rose to their feet and cheered.
Mix successfully won the first match.
Once they walked off stage, Heng was grabbed by the hair and clobbered by the stats analyzer. “Going wherever you like, releasing your ability in the wrong direction! Look at you becoming able with each day! How about we let you be the stats analyzer and coach too!”
“Actually that doesn’t…”
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“You’re f*cking really asking for a beating huh!”
Heng was hurt and wronged. “You were the one who asked me!”
Ji Zhiyao almost died laughing as he watched on.
The stats analyzer then said, “NoHomo, you’ll go on for the next match. When necessary, directly hold onto the blue buff at all times, don’t give it to Heng, people who fool around and go wherever don’t deserve to have the blue buff.”
“Um, then the red…”
Mo Huaifeng chimed in, “Red your ass, think it through clearly before you talk.”
Ji Zhiyao also felt very aggrieved.
He met Heng’s eyes, then was determined to turn his sorrow to strength.
As such, in the second match, Mix changed their tactics. The core of their offense was placed in the middle lane and jungle, the opposing jungle was severely repressed, as the opponents were unable to build up their gold, they aggrievedly dragged out the match to a loss.
In less than 45 minutes, the outcome of the match was decided.
Ji Zhiyao was the first to leave the stage while rotating his wrists, then after sitting down for less than 5 minutes he was chased back by Xiao with his animated expression. “You play for the third match too, my hand hurts, I need to take a good rest.”
Ji Zhiyao looked towards Xiao speechlessly and Xiao responded, “What are you looking at?”
“Just tell me which part of you looks like your hand is hurting, you even pushed me, and why were you able to use so much force to push me?”
“Not listening, not listening, a bastard is chanting!”
“Screw you!”
Yet though he won their petty argument, Ji Zhiyao was still pushed onto the competing stage by Xiao.
Ji Zhiyao: “My brothers, can we end this match in 30 minutes? Give me a precise answer.”
K: “What’s with you? 30 minutes, rushing to be reincarnated are you, 30 minutes isn’t even enough for a regular match? DIL are professional players, could you please give them due respect?”
Ji Zhiyao: “I want to pee pee.”
Ji Zhiyao: “I was pushed up here by Brother Xiao before I could go.”
Mo Huaifeng: “End it fast.”
Nuo: “Yes yes yes, Captain don’t worry, I assure you I won’t fool around or feed, so as to save you from having to wash our Yao-god’s pants if he pees in them.”
Mo Huaifeng: “Repeat yourself?”
Nuo: “Oh my god! NoHomo look! This jerk doesn’t want to wash your pants for you!”
Ji Zhiyao: “Get lost, get lost!”
To protect Yao-god’s dignity of not peeing his pants, everyone very proudly pulled up early game champions.
The match started. For some time, players from both teams were more or less at level three, with their advantage of having more gold because Ji Zhiyao jungled fast, Mo Huaifeng bought two pieces of equipment then went to demonstrate a turret diving kill. In the middle Heng held back for once and hid under the turret to develop himself instead of wandering. There were also the schemes in the jungle… Ji Zhiyao dashed here and there and finally managed to steal two red buffs from DIL, resulting in the opposing ADC having no buff, his capabilities being dropped by a good chunk such that even K in the top lane had an easy time.
In their voice chat channel, because the prospects of their match were extremely optimistic, Mix’s banter became proportionately longer.
Heng: “Steal the blue, steal the blue! Don’t be all occupied with K! You should give me a little something when you’ve fed him so well, you gave both blue buffs to the opposing mid-laner, I’m dead tired right now.”
Ji Zhiyao: “It was theirs to begin with, your tone of forcibly making it yours is too much. I shall not go for it, the opposing jungler is infuriating, I’m afraid if I go again he will directly skin me and drain my blood to sacrifice me to the heavens for their blessing.”
K: “That’s right! Go get it by yourself if you can!”
Heng: “You’re f*cking calling it a disfavor after gaining a favor!”
Mo Huaifeng: “Take a look at the bottom lane, which side are we going to push in from?”
Ji Zhiyao: “Coming, Captain wait for me.”
Nuo: “Ah!”
Nuo: “The rancid smell of love, how disgusting!”
Because everyone had performed normally in this match, no one had idly created trouble with frivolous plays, once their levels were up there and the force of their ultimate abilities enough, both the middle and bottom lanes flourished. Ji Zhiyao who had shouted “Captain I’m coming” had unfeelingly abandoned the bottom lane and chose Heng instead, with a total of three people at the middle lane including K, they charged into the opposite base with little resistance, then destroyed the crystal.
When the match ended, Mo Huaifeng pulled off his headphones and said meaningfully, “You don’t truly love me.”
“Captain listen to me!
“Think about the situation then! The middle lane is the closest after killing the big dragon, right? And Heng was the one who cried bitterly telling me to give him a chance, of course that’s not important but there’s nothing wrong! I did that out of humanism wanting to quickly end the game so I can…”
“What did you want to go do, do you remember now?”
“I remember.”
“Reach out and touch your pants to check if it’s wet, or, not.”
Yet what was most upsetting was that after salutations ended, Ji Zhiyao as the MVP of the match, needed to do the post-game interview.
In the past this segment essentially belonged to Mo Huaifeng, but because had stayed in the middle lane and slaughtered enemies in all directions, his results hit a rare 7/1/6, hence the MVP title naturally went to him.
Ji Zhiyao was in slight despair.
In the face of his teammates who totally lacked solidarity and friendship and their laughter, Ji Zhiyao went on stage.
Host: “Today we’re welcoming a new guest on the interview stage, Mix battleteam’s Yao-god, let us welcome Yao-god with a round of applause.”
“Thank you.”
Host: “From his seating posture we can tell that the Yao-god who is usually provocative in the game turns out to be so shy in private. Your posture is so obedient.”
Everyone else from Mix under the stage chuckled out loud.
Host: “Actually through the commentators, our audience has also come to understand your playing style through various levels. Unlike most Chinese players, your playing style seems to be something different, you are a speed class style player, is that so?”
Ji Zhiyao looked under the stage.
Because it was rarely seen, most audience seated under the stage do not understand what speed class is exactly. But the players of every battleteam definitely know. If he were to publicize it, it would be letting his opponents know part of his tricks beforehand…
He looked towards Mo Huaifeng.
Mo Huaifeng smiled at him.
Feeling as if something within him had been lit up, Ji Zhiyao smiled with his lips curled, then said into the mic, “Yes. I am very happy that speed class can be brought to everyone’s acquaintance once again, through me.”
This was also one of the things that his master, A.K, looked forward to the most.
Host: “Alright, thank you Yao-god for your answer. But I seemed to have heard of a matter, I’m not sure if you are aware, our champion of the previous league, King battleteam, and a few other players seemed to have practiced the speed class style previously too.”
Hearing the word “King”, cheers sounded from the audience again… Yet Ji Zhiyao pretended as if he did not hear anything and nodded unaffectedly. “Actually when I first started my training for it, I’d been strictly warned by our stats analyzer. But I’m more stubborn and felt that there was no loss even if I did learn it, so let’s go ahead… Then, I came to where I am now.”
Host: “We still have one last bold question, may we know your master…”
Ji Zhiyao smiled but did not speak.
Host: “Alright, understood, thank you for taking the time to do our interview today.”
After waving and smiling to the audience under the stage, Ji Zhiyao walked off and returned to be amongst his battleteam.
The outcome was that before he had stood still, he heard Mo Huaifeng say, “Go to the toilet first, we’ll talk about everything else when you come back.”
Ji Zhiyao then realized that his urge to pee was so great that it was almost gushing and dashed into the backstage bathroom reserved for participants.
A minute after, he walked with a relaxed expression.
The others were already on the van outside the hall waiting for him. Ji Zhiyao jogged towards it and got on, sitting properly beside Mo Huaifeng.
The van set off, driving them to Chinatown that was an hour’s journey away for hotpot.
They’d been driving for some time when Mo Huaifeng asked, “Do you regret?”
“Regret what?”
“Revealing your buried secret.”
“That, no I don’t. Anyhow, I’m just a little reserve, even if the sky falls there’s Brother Xiao there to hold it up, what has it got to do with me.”
Xiao grumbled, “What the hell? NoHomo you’re cuing me out of the blue again.”
“Go play at the side.”
Xiao hugged Heng.
The chatter between Mo Huaifeng and Ji Zhiyao continued.
Ji Zhiyao explained, “And there’s no difference whether I reveal it or not, there are already people who have figured it out. They would be able to think of the plans they have to deal with me, even if I didn’t expose myself.”
Mo Huaifeng suddenly grabbed his hand. “You should have told them A.K’s name.”
“What for? So that they’ll tremble with fear on hearing his name?”
“And while at that, think it through whether they have the capability to defeat A.K’s best disciple.”
Ji Zhiyao smiled, revealing half of his little canine tooth. “My Captain, what’s with you? Full of evil ideas huh.”
“Recycling, let A.K fulfill his remaining worth.”
Ji Zhiyao gave Mo Huaifeng a slap on his body. “How could you say that about my master.”
Yuan Wei caught sight of that scene, his gaze complicated as he commented, “I finally found someone who can beat up Captain.”
Everyone looked over at him all at once.
Ji Zhiyao’s countenance remained unchanged. “At this very moment, I would like to say, the hit is on the child’s body, but the pain is felt in daddy’s heart.”
He was really asking to be taught a lesson.
The drive was filled with many laughs and time slipped away very quickly. As they were chatting, the driver stopped the van. K who was seated right at the front glanced outside and announced happily, “We’re here, we’re here, get off quickly!”
This hotpot restaurant was found after Yuan Wei refused to tolerate the Korean barbecued meat and kimchi. Recalling past experience, he searched through many recommendations before deciding on this. The restaurant wasn’t big and its location was more hidden, not many people visited it usually, but the spiciness of its soup base was 100% authentic, not the sweet spiciness that Koreans were used to.
Hence they walked in, found a table and settled down.
As their nanny, Yuan Wei was charged with the important task of ordering. The menu was written in Chinese, and he decided very quickly, “The largest size pot with a spicy soup paste, one of each of all the dishes they have and two jugs of water. Most important point is to make it fast, all of us didn’t really have lunch.”
The server nodded, took the menu and left.
Nuo said, “Though I love spicy food, but Yuan Wei, don’t we need to get a double-flavored hotpot or whatnot?”
“How long has it been since we’ve tasted the authentic chili oil, isn’t it good to let me experience the long absent thrilling feeling of China?”
The stats analyzer was the first to speak. “Agreed.”
Followed by Ji Zhiyao. “I second that.”
Then K. “Me too.”
Heng continued. “Agreed, agreed.”
Xiao was also supportive. “He’s right.”
Xiaofei said, “I’m craving for something spicy too.”
And Mo Huaifeng ended the debate. “That’s set then.”
Hence Nuo waved his hands. “I’ll definitely be fine, I’m mainly worried that the few of you who cannot take spicy food will get diarrhoea…”
Ji Zhiyao cut him off. “Shut up! Nuo that’s enough!”
“Excuse me? I only said one sentence, what’s wrong?”
Heng answered him this time. “Do you have no f*cking idea about what’s up at all? Though you don’t always manage to support us in the game, but what you say outside of games is so accurate, you can be known as the jinx itself!”
Xiao concluded. “So, shut up.”
Nuo covered his face and sobbed. “I meant for well for all of you but you guys are treating me like this! Boohoo!”
The stats analyzer’s words diverted their attention from him. “It’s coming coming coming!”
The server brought a huge pot to the table, the red oil in it was a thick layer, coupled with chili. Ji Zhiyao’s eyes glowed, he was so far away and he could smell the chili oil, his saliva was about to drip out of his mouth.
This was really too fragrant.
The others’ expressions were all about the same, K swallowed his saliva and touched his stomach. “I’m so hungry. When can they serve the dishes?”
Ji Zhiyao nodded. “I’m hungry too.”
Mo Huaifeng stood up. “I’ll go check.”
K stared after him. “I’m hungry, but not the kind of being hungry for PDA!”
Ji Zhiyao responded with a giggle.
When Mo Huaifeng returned, he was carrying two dishes in his hands, the server followed behind him, carrying a large tray, holding all kinds of meat.
Ji Zhiyao quickly got up to help, moving the plates while finding the time to put meat into the pot. In a moment, he sat down and with the rest, stared at the pot with gleaming eyes.
A few minutes after, the red soup started to bubble, everyone cheered and started to scoop their food.
Ji Zhiyao ate his first mouthful of meat. “Damn! Thrilling!”
Way too spicy!
Yet the spicier it was, the more he craved to eat it.
Everyone else was like him, hissing as they downed some water and continued to dig in, with totally no time to talk… After the whirlwind passed, Yuan Wei rubbed his belly as he said, “It’s been a long time since I’m this stuffed, I’m contented.”
Ji Zhiyao then said, “Yet I have an ill feeling.”
Mo Huaifeng questioned, “What’s wrong?”
Ji Zhiyao held his tummy, his tone weak, pitiful and helpless as he grunted, “Did I drink too much cold water, I feel diarrhea coming.”
Mo Huaifeng instinctively glanced at Nuo.
Nuo was shocked. “Why are you looking at me! I didn’t do anything at all!”
Ji Zhiyao hurriedly grabbed a pack of tissue that was on the table, then dashed in a crooked position into the restaurant’s washroom.
