The National Sweetheart Livestreamer Is A Pro!

Chapter 13: “Come on, let daddy teach you how to be a man.”

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

“Do you know who I am? How dare you to speak to me like this! Are you not afraid that you will have to take back your words during the competition?”

The words of the green-haired male were filled with an imbecile air of “I am the best,” and Ji Zhiyao’s mood somehow became much more at ease. He ignored his gaping teammates and audience and lightly said, “I don’t know who you are, but it does not hinder me from knowing that you are the disciple of the ex-jungler of the Korean OX battleteam. Every day on your livestream, all you do is boast that your master once made it into the final eight of the international league and how he is all sorts of good to you. However, the one who made it into the international league wasn’t you, and your handling skills—pardon me for being straightforward—is like crap.”

“You!”

“I am rather inexperienced in the affairs of this field, so if I have said anything wrong, do correct me.”

“...”

Seeing Green Hair’s face turn as purple like an eggplant after suppressing his anger, the support chick laughed until she was almost in stitches. “NoHomo, from now on I am your hardcore fan. Whoever calls you gay, I’d beat them up for you. What a good child. You speak profanities more easily than you drink water.”

Ji Zhiyao glared at her crankily. “I thank you.”

In the W.J. battleteam, after Green Hair experienced a fest of being made to shut up, the expressions of the remaining four were all slightly complicated and worthy of ruminating. If one had to describe it, it was probably similar to how a cat watched a rat desperately struggling before dying.

Among them, someone who seemed like the captain tapped Green Hair’s shoulder. “You can do the 1v1. Play a solo to vent your anger.”

Once Green Hair heard those words, his expression turned slightly ferocious as he rubbed his wrists, tilting up his chin with insolence. “Sure, who’s the jungler in your team? Get out here for a solo, two people per tower, no Runes ¹ . I”ll show you the gap between professional players and amateurs.”

Ji Zhiyao promptly picked up his earphones. The curve of his smile looked crafty. “I’m right here. Come on, let daddy teach you how to be a man.”

Green Hair opened his mouth as if wanting to send a jab back but still suppressed it in the end. He only gritted his teeth and said, “Shut up, come solo.”

Ji Zhiyao could not help but be surprised. He opened the Heroes client with a confused expression and put on his ear-mic still bewildered. Even as he was logging on, his whole person was still in a very strange blank state.

At last, the support girl could not stand to watch anymore. She spoke into the ear-mic. “W.J. battleteam have not yet played in any competitions. Their fanbase is also a small, and the club has ordered the people in the team not to get into any trouble before the national qualifiers begins. If not, it will be considered a breach of contract.”

Oh, so it was that.

Knowing the reason now, he also logged into his account. Ji Zhiyao adjusted the position of his keyboard and mouse and directly invited Green Hair to begin the 1v1.

Both of them entered the match after choosing the assassin in white, and the large screen right in the back began to show the Heroes valley.

Not only the audience had their necks straightened, but even the members of the two teams also did not go close to their junglers to affect them and instead turned back to watch.

Two kills, one turret, was one of the rules for Heroes’s 1v1. Whoever was the first to kill the opponent twice and destroy a turret won.

The most important requirement was the technique and prediction skills of the players.

Although Ji Zhiyao behaved rather arrogantly, but at the bottom of it all, against this green-haired jungler, he was not afraid at all.

He had once chanced upon one of Green Hair’s livestream, and it was undeniable that his dirty tricks and techniques were rather good. However, in 1v1 where the paths were so open, dirty tricks did not work at all.

Not to mention, Green Hair’s techniques, if to really single him out, were only a little stronger than those of average players.

As for Green Hair’s confidence, it probably came from the consciousness and prediction skill nurtured from being a professional player.

For these two points, unfortunately, Ji Zhiyao had them too.

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