Chapter 17: [Can you do me a favor?]

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

While waiting to enter the Weibo interface, Ji Zhiyao could not help but swallow nervously. His dark eyes showed even more of his suspicion and blankness that was hard to hide.

After reading the netizens’ words, he vaguely had a guess in his heart.

When he saw his Weibo following list, the association he shared with the one right at the top had unknowingly become ‘follows you.’ Some of his guesses seemed to be verified.

Ji Zhiyao simply ignored the uncountable number of messages and instead adeptly went to his own profile and found the post that he had shared this morning before leaving.

Then, he entered, going straight for the most popular comment.

[Mix.FiV: It was your teammate’s mistake, can’t be considered as trashing.]

The time stamp was two hours ago.

!!!

So was Fi-god indirectly acknowledging his techniques?

A side of Ji Zhiyao lips was lifted up high as if he had gotten an unbelievable prize. He ignored the pile of ‘*sobbing sound*’ and ‘hubby you have another sweetheart,’ replying with a (doge) emoticon, trying to appear unaffected.

Then, he threw his phone aside and finished a bottle of water.

After he had calmed down, Ji Zhiyao picked up his phone again and nonchalantly flipped through a certain person’s profile.

The following count was ‘9.’

The Official account of the club, five members of the Mix battleteam, the official account of the Heroes international league, the official account of the most famous local eSports magazine, and the last one was him.

Ji Zhiyao lifted his hand and rubbed his already slightly numb face.

Looking further, he glanced at the back and saw the number of fans, which was almost eight to nine times of his own, and that bit of feeling overwhelmed by this honor instantly disappeared, becoming a stink-eye.

… So why does this rare specimen who has posted a total of fewer than 3 posts have so many fans!

Pissing off this little broadcaster.

Ji Zhiyao, not buying it, continued to stare at the number for quite some time, but it did not even have the slightest bit of change. He then pursed his lips and moved the mouse a bit, coincidentally opening the ‘Chat’ interface. In there, two unread messages stood out.

[Mix.FiV: You did play quite well.]

[Mix.FiV: Can you do me a favor?]

Ji Zhiyao was stunned and felt rooted to the ground.

Instantly, he forcefully rubbed his eyes with the bottom pad of his fingers and after ensuring that he had not read wrongly, typed with a pair of eyes as red as a rabbit’s from all that staring: “What favor?”

After the message was sent, Ji Zhiyao then realized that the interval between the two messages he had received was a full hour.

Contemplating that there was a large probability that Fi-god would not reply immediately, he logged out of Weibo and mechanically chewed on crayfish to steady his nerves.

Chewing on the fifth one, he blinked and remembered the forgotten livestream room.

Then, Ji Zhiyao put out his fingers that were now all oily because he had forgotten to put on gloves and bemusedly jabbed at the phone’s screen.

“…”

Was it not just becoming one out of the nine people followed by the top local ADC player, the publicly acknowledged ‘Fi-god’—a team player of the only team in China to make it into the international league for the previous year, and also receive a private message from him?

What was there to be out of his mind about?

On top of that, he even said he had eighth-grade syndrome the previous time!

Being triggered by the last sentence, Ji Zhiyao immediately came to his senses. He used a tissue to clean up his phone screen and returned to the livestream room.

When he was not around, all the audiences sent about a few thousand comments while looking at the five words ‘the broadcaster is not home.’ Now, as Ji Zhiyao’s indifferent youthful face reappeared, the comments instantly became another type of content.

[MelonRind, speak up. What indescribable things have you done behind our backs?]

Ji Zhiyao had no expression. “I just kissed more than ten types of living things that were not of my species from head to toe.”

[What exactly is the relationship between you and Fi-god?]

Ji Zhiyao was not in the least affected. “Just confirmed the relationship of online friends as of five minutes ago.”

[What have you done in the past 20 minutes? Dating your right hand in the bathroom?]

“This friend, your stamina probably cannot last too long. As for what I did…”

Ji Zhiyao continued to put on a straight face.

“Constipated.”