The National Sweetheart Livestreamer Is A Pro! - Chapter 205: Untitled

Chapter 205: Untitled

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

Just like an enraged cat that was ready to attack anytime, this posture looked to be full of aggressiveness.

Yet to Ji Zhiyao and the youth in this moment, it was very comfortable.

When the stats analyzer shouted “start”, Ji Zhiyao blocked out all surrounding sounds, disregarding whether the youth’s reaction was faster or slower, he focused completely on the machine before him.

Look, press, look, press… Their proximity was all sounds of the tapping of keyboards.

After repeating this action for an unknown number of times, a ten minute round finally ended, Ji Zhiyao looked at the “loading” characters on the screen and straightened up, curving his lips slightly, he turned back and winked at his teammates.

Mo Huaifeng already knew in his heart and the others, upon seeing his hand speed and wink, could make a close guess and finally became slightly relieved.

A few seconds later, the results flashed out.

Ji Zhiyao missed three.

Four for the youth.

Not to mention the youth who competed against Ji Zhiyao, even all of Mix found it unbelievable.

Because that speed was truly fast, things were a blur, they hadn’t even had a clear look of his handling and ten minutes was up. To be able to miss only three under such a speed… Incredible.

The youth seemed to be especially confused, his eyes were wide and round as he glared. Yet no matter how he stared, there was no change to the numbers on the machines.

Ji Zhiyao crossed his arms before his chest. “Do you admit defeat, little brother?”

Heng translated that line in a cocky manner, then everyone heard the youth grit his teeth so hard that they rattled.

Ji Zhiyao smiled. “It’s fine if you don’t. Let’s play, daddy will play till you are convinced today.”

“True to my word.”

Ji Zhiyao made a “tsk” sound, but he didn’t expect that this rude rascal would actually accept his defeat. Hence his eyes curved slightly as he said, “Okay, then apologize. But we don’t accept the Japanese version, Heng, teach him how the three words “I am sorry” should be said in Chinese.”

With that, he took a step back and melted into the crowd of Mix members, standing beside Mo Huaifeng.

Mo Huaifeng bowed his head slightly, Ji Zhiyao raised his brows at him.

Heng was delighted. “I like this task.”

He showed him the shape of his mouth for every word and repeatedly taught “I am sorry” in a super loud voice for about three to four times.

The youth’s face was red from suppressing his anger, as he tolerated it again and again. But he still kept to his words and shouted loudly three times, “I… am sorry!”

Although his articulation was especially poor, the Mix members were already very satisfied.

Nuo jerked his shoulder of his short-sleeved shirt, staring at the youth, his unusual expression was serious. “Though we have a language barrier, but we still have to teach you certain lessons. Do you see this? This is the red flag with five stars, we are, Chinese.”

Every person’s expression was extremely solemn.

They did not banter, did not blush and run away in shame, but stood with a firm gaze and stared right at the youth.

The youth’s pupils constricted slightly.

“Alright, let’s go, individual training.”

Everyone began to move their feet, preparing to turn this page of events over. Ji Zhiyao also turned around and was about to go try out some machines that he was interested in.

But he heard a voice from behind which grew increasingly loud, coupled with doubt as he asked, “Your… name?”

Ji Zhiyao did not turn back, but waved towards the back. “China, Mix Battleteam, jungler reserve, Yao.”

With that, he quickened his steps, walking towards the other side, towards the rifle machine that he had seen earlier.

Completely leaving the youth at the back of his mind.

The thing about the rifle machine was that, in terms of its structure, it was a little similar to the dancing machine that he was on earlier, only relatively more challenging. This was because the most important requirement of the rifle machine was for players to remember the corresponding spot of every button and was a test of memory.

Ji Zhiyao played a trial round and ended up almost being totally battered by the system notification of “game over”. He pursed his lips and started rolling up his sleeves.

There was still something that could challenge daddy Yao-god?

Wasn’t it the control buttons having 20 plus more keys than the computer keyboard!

Ji Zhiyao picked up the controller, studied it for a while, then played another round, this time he lasted a few seconds more, he could not help but feel pleased.

“Let’s play one round together?”

Ji Zhiyao turned and realized that Mo Huaifeng had unknowingly sat on the chair before the adjacent machine and was looking towards him with his arms crossed. He raised his brows at once and said with some cockiness, “Captain, let me tell you, you won’t be able to beat me on this. To maintain your image of an invincible idol, it’s better that you don’t invite humiliation alright?”

Mo Huaifeng also followed in raising his brows. “So confident?”

“I have to be, you ought to take a look at who my master is. Besides, it’s not like you’ve never seen my usual standards in training.”

“Let’s make a bet.”

Each time they made a bet he was always cheated by Captain, this time round… Could it be that Captain had dug another hole for him to jump into again?

Hence he asked very cautiously, “On what?”

Mo Huaifeng’s attitude was very casual. “On who wins and who loses. If I lose I’m at your disposal, if you lose, come to my room tonight.”

For the last few words, Mo Huaifeng made his voice very low.

Ji Zhiyao’s ears instantly turned red. Only because the surrounding lights were too dull, it couldn’t be seen clearly.

Wasn’t this… way too sexual?

There was definitely a conspiracy.

Ji Zhiyao stole a look at Mo Huaifeng, intending to reject him seriously. Yet he found that though Mo Huaifeng’s expression was calm, his fingers were restlessly tapping the table, with not one bit of a rhythm.

Pretending?

Ji Zhiyao swallowed and feigned a manner of fearing nothing and no one. “That’s an agreement, if you lose, call me daddy in front of the entire team!”

Mo Huaifeng lifted the corner of his lips. “Whatever you want.”

Yet Ji Zhiyao distinctly realized that the rhythm of his tapping had become faster.

Damn it, was it really a pretense, intentionally meant to force him to back down now?

He knew it!

He was so invincible, why would Captain ask for trouble? He was obviously trying to make him retreat in the face of difficulties, then make use of the chance to mock him.

Ji Zhiyao nodded, revealing a teasing smile. “Captain, then I shall not stand on ceremony with you. Come on, we’ll decide who’s the winner and who’s the loser in one match.”

“You thought it through?”

“Of course I have. Captain, don’t tell me that you want to back out now!”

Mo Huaifeng sat up straight, his smile more comforting than usual. “No, come on. Are you regretting it? It’s still not too late.”

Ji Zhiyao swallowed his saliva again.

Had he been fooled by Captain?

Probably not… Captain certainly hadn’t realized that he had noticed his fingers huh?

Fierce in appearance but weak within!

Making up his mind, Ji Zhiyao instantly straightened his back with total confidence, slapping the table, he said, “Let’s go! Why not! In my Ji Ritian’s [1. Making a joke using a villain, Zhao Ritian. A broadcaster had made a comedic song, “My Name Is Zhao Ritian about him, using the tune of “What Makes You Beautiful”.] dictionary, there’s no such word as regret at all!”

Mo Huaifeng gave him a speechless glance.

Ji Zhiyao rubbed his palms together. “I’m ready.”

Mo Huaifeng’s fingers grasped the controller, a trace of a smile flashed through his eyes. “Giving in to you, you can shout start.”

To prevent his Captain from pulling any tricks, Ji Zhiyao did not decline, but went with the flow, stealthily placing the autonomy into his own hands. “Alright, 3, 2, 1, start!”