The National Sweetheart Livestreamer Is A Pro!-Chapter 5 - There is a tournament going on in there today, let's go have some fun.

Ji Zhiyao entered his fifth match. His entire body was very much like a shriveled little cabbage, gloomy and down. Even the two yachts gifted to him by fans in the streaming room could not do much to lift his mood.

In his heart, he despised himself for the umpteenth time for wretchedly rejecting Fi-god’s friend request.

That was Fi-god himself!

Together with his good friends, even if they could only practice techniques with the Mix battleteam, it would already be considered a blessing.

A bright and promising path destroyed by his very own hands.

His conscience hurt.

The grievance in his heart was reflected in the assassin in white. Regardless of whether it was 3v3 or 5v5 game, as long as there was a jungle, no matter his team or the opponent’s, everything was eliminated, nothing left at all.

Previously when Ji Zhiyao did livestreams, he was more focused on techniques and tricks. Rarely did he show such aggressive gameplay.

His old fans could also sense that something was amiss and would send gifts from time to time to console their MelonRind.

At the end of the fifth match, the assassin in white was the MVP ¹ . The frustration that Ji Zhiyao had kept suppressed for so long was finally relieved. He looked up and glanced at the wall clock. It had been two and a half hours since he started the first game.

Seeing how the length of the livestream was just about there, Ji Zhiyao was also not in the mood to continue playing. He logged out of the game and smiled at the camera. “See you guys tomorrow.”

[Managed to make the livestream long enough?]

[See you tomorrow MelonRind xoxoxoxo~]

[Going on a business trip, won’t be able to see you. I’ll watch the replay when I arrive at my destination.]

[*clap* *clap* *clap* *clap*]

Ji Zhiyao opened the bedroom door and headed downstairs.

It was nearly 12 in the afternoon, and only a few dishes laid on the dining table.

There was a slender young girl beside the table. Having heard some sounds, she turned back and grinned at him. “Brother.”

Sensing the young girl’s gaze fixed on him, he spoke inarticulately with a steamed bun in his mouth. “What do you want now?”

“What do you mean by what do I want now?”

Ji Qingge silently rolled her eyes and moved to pour a glass of cold water, placing it by Ji Zhiyao and ardently massaged his shoulders. “Brother, aren’t you tired?”

“I’m fine.”

The hands pressing down on his shoulders became slightly more forceful. Ji Zhiyao easily escaped her claws. “Just speak whatever you have to say.”

“Brother, come with me to go get a ear piercing please.”

Ji Zhiyao swallowed the mouthful of steamed bun stuck before his throat with great force. “Me? Accompany you?”

Ji Qingge looked matter-of-factly at him. “Yeah, if I feel pain, I can pinch you.”

“…”

Regardless of how unwilling Ji Zhiyao was, after lunch, he was dragged along by Ji Qingge like a salted fish.

An hour later, Ji Zhiyao breathed in the cold air while brushing his arm which was covered with uneven marks, moon-shaped indents obviously caused by someone digging their nails in.

And the culprit was lightly rubbing her earlobe, spinning around delightedly. “It didn’t hurt at all. The lady who did the piercings really wasn’t lying!”

Ji Zhiyao wanted to beat her dog head in.

After some distance, they walked passed the Silver Throne Shopping Center, and Ji Zhiyao stopped midstep. “Ji Qingge, you head home first.”

“What are you going to do?”

He tilted his chin in the direction of the shopping center. “There is a tournament held here today. I’ll go have some fun.”

“Alright, help me bring home two bags of pumpkin flavored chips and a bowl of taro balls.”

“I hope you burst from eating too much, “Ji Zhiyao grumbled, then added. “Okay, be careful when you cross the roads.”

After watching Ji Qingge safely cross the intersection, Ji Zhiyao put both hands in his pockets and slowly ambled to the entrance of the Silver Throne Shopping Center.