The National Sweetheart Livestreamer Is A Pro!-Chapter 19 - You actually still have fans...

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

However, Xiao quickly provided an answer. He pointed at Ji Zhiyao’s wrist and said, “This wristband was a fanmade support item that was released a year ago when Chinese Summer made it to the Heroes international league. One look and I could I guess that you were an eSports enthusiast.”

Ji Zhiyao glanced at the blue and white support wristband with fading colors on his wrist and understood immediately. He nodded his head with a harmless smile. “I did fall into the pit of eSports at that time.”

His eyes darted around, and he suddenly saw that Xiao’s wrist was bounded a white bandage. Restraining his expression a bit, he asked, “Brother Xiao, you’re injured?”

“Playing professionally, there will often be hand injuries.”

Xiao waved his hand indifferently as if wanting to change the topic. “You want an autograph?”

Although Ji Zhiyao was not considered a legitimate Mix battleteam fan, for autographs, why not.

Hence, he grinned and replied ‘yes.’ Standing up to ask for paper and pen from the cashier, he placed them before Xiao. 𝑓𝑟eℯ𝒘𝗲𝑏n𝑜𝚟𝙚𝒍.𝒄o𝐦

Whereas Xiao had not expected Ji Zhiyao to be so straightforward, he had to think for a couple of seconds after taking the pen from him and signed a ‘Xiao.’ After signing the word, he added another ‘Mix.Xiao’ below.

Both Chinese and English were there, although a little crooked, and it was not hard to see how serious the owner of the handwriting was.

“Thank you, Brother Xiao.”

Ji Zhiyao thanked him formally, removed his phone case, and under Xiao’s dumbfounded gaze, stuffed the signed little card in.

As he returned the pen and paper, the large bowl of fruit shaved ice was also ready.

Ji Zhiyao lifted the plastic bag and walked back to the table. He smiled. “Brother Xiao, my food is ready. If you don’t mind, can I add you on WeChat to talk to you later? Don’t worry, I definitely will not reveal it.”

Xiao also took quite a liking to him, so hearing that, he picked up his phone. While looking for the QR code, he said, “Even if you reveal it, nobody would want it.”

Both of them added each other on WeChat. Ji Zhiyao was worried that the shaved ice would melt, so after exchanging a few more words, he said goodbye and left. Xiao was left staring and bored at the counter. After a few minutes, he heard a familiar voice by his ear.

“Still not done?”

Xiao turned around and straight away kept whistling at the person before him. If Ji Zhiyao were still here, he might suspect that the shy boy he had actually seen was a ghost.

“Captain, why are you up here?”

“Got out of the car for a smoke.” Mo Huaifeng was concise with his words. “While at it, came to see if your hand will break from carrying seven to eight portions of shaved ice and cake.”

“... My hand is injured, not crippled.”

Xiao muttered softly, obviously not daring act rashly before the team’s dictator. Very quickly, he seemed to have thought of something, suddenly becoming excited. “Captain, I met a fan gank earlier! He even initiated to add me on WeChat!”

Xiao danced with joy while stretching out his phone screen. Mo Huaifeng lowered his head a little, slightly mocking. “You actually still have fans...” 𝗳𝐫𝘦e𝘸𝗲𝚋𝓃𝚘v𝘦𝘭.𝑐𝒐m

He spoke until here and stopped abruptly.

Mo Huaifeng looked at the so-called Xiao’s fan’s MelonRind display picture and username ‘MelonRind,’ and he suddenly narrowing his eyes.

“This is your fan?”

Xiao, who had not met a fan gank in ten thousand years, was a little pleased, even though he knew in his heart that Ji Zhiyao had not specially planned to gank him at all. It was just a coincidental encounter, but this did not hinder him one bit from gaining confidence. “Yeah, he even asked for my autograph and left happily.”

Very well.

Mo Huaifeng used his teeth to bite on the cigarette in his mouth. What appeared in his mind was the scene of a certain someone wanting to change his perception towards gaming.

Some thoughts that he had before suddenly took on an interesting turn.