The National Sweetheart Livestreamer Is A Pro!-Chapter 21 - You don't have to worry Fi-god, I will guide him well and help him to fulfill his dream.

Seeing the two words ‘Uncle NoHomo,’ Ji Zhiyao almost threw his phone out.

[MelonRind: …]

[MelonRind: What is this nonsense? Address me as master!]

[World’sBestJungler: Do I get a welcome gift?]

…

Indeed, they were uncle and nephew, but one was blunter than the other.

He sent a 66 yuan red packet through WeChat, for his little disciple to get some snacks. Sure enough, his little disciple was obedient after receiving the red packet, brightly addressing him as master each time he spoke.

Ji Zhiyao then advised him on some minor things and found his chat with Mo Huaifeng. Then, he typed: [Already added your nephew. You don’t have to worry Fi-god, I will guide him well and help him to fulfill his dream.]

[DB.MHF: … Thanks. Set a time to play a few matches?]

[MelonRind: Tomorrow morning, I’ll be livestreaming. How about in the afternoon?]

[DB.MHF: Okay, drop me a text before starting.]

[MelonRind: Alright.]

The two people’s friendly exchange officially ended.

Ji Zhiyao left his chat with Fi-god extremely satisfied and then opened the chat with little disciple again. He first changed the contact name that was hurting his eyes and then opened the images that little disciple had sent.

What he had let little disciple send were screenshots of his matches’ results history and commonly used champions. Since he had promised Fi-god to help his nephew, he would definitely do his best.

Only, Ji Zhiyao took a few looks and became completely silent.

[MelonRind: You explain to me, what is this sh** of using a mage to play a jungler?]

[MelonRind: You are a jungler, and yet you keep snatching the bottom lane’s minions… be glad your ADC isn’t your uncle or you wouldn’t be able to see tomorrow’s sun.]

[MelonRind: What is the difference between your set of jungling equipment and a support’s set of equipment? Can you even deal damage?]

[MelonRind: … Little boy, I think you should just address me as Uncle NoHomo.]

Beyond the screen, Ji Zhiyao covered his eyes, wishing for death. He began to consider how big the possibility of him not being the master of Fi-god’s nephew was and whether Fi-god would smother him when he found out.

The children nowadays are so full of dreams that they dare to use anything.

When he first got into Heroes, if he did not know how to match his equipment, he would go online to search for recommended builds by professional players; if he did not know how to jungle, he would watch recommended videos and live tutorials again and again, fearing that he had aspects where he could not do well and would drag his teammates down.

Although he was quite burdensome, he was still much better than this great nephew.

Ji Zhiyao finished recalling his memories, picked up his phone again, and realized that the opposite party was having breakdown.

[Little disciple: I know I don’t play well, but my uncle says that I am very talented. Master, you cannot deny this fact.]

[Little disciple: I will do my best to stop becoming a burden.]

[Little disciple: If I could play well, why would I need to find a master…]

Reading until the last line, Ji Zhiyao somehow felt that it was very reasonable.

If little nephew could play as a good jungler, he would have dominated Heroes. What need would there be for him to find a master and learn?

[MelonRind: I’m joking, don’t be upset, I was very unskilled when I first started too.]

[MelonRind: But I’m going to say this first, if you want to be my disciple, you have to listen and be good. Start learning from the beginning. If you’re disobedient, I won’t teach.]

The other end of this WeChat conversation.

Vaguely showing a small smile, Mo Huaifeng looked at the two lines.

“Captain!” K flew over frantically, jumping on his back. “Let me use your WeChat! I’m going to send a text to Yuan Wei to get him to bring back two boxes of hot strips.”

“Where’s your own phone?”

“Well, my words don’t work well. Last time, Yuan Wei chided me for making the whole base foul and stuffy.” K shook Mo Huaifeng’s chair several times. “We need the team dictator to step up for this matter. Captain, do you not want to eat?”

Mo Huaifeng thought for a minute with his head tilted and then opened WeChat. He fiddled for a while and then passed his phone to K.

K’s eyes were sharp. “Captain, what’s up with you, creating a second WeChat account? Picking up girls?”

“Cut the crap, do you want to eat or not?”

“Yes, yes, yes! Don’t worry, Captain. ‘World’sBestJungler’ is it? As long as you are not in the jungle during tournaments, I will definitely protect your dream! I didn’t see anything!”