The National Sweetheart Livestreamer Is A Pro!

Chapter 222: Epilogue 1

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

It was a bright and sunny morning.

And also the first stop of Mix battleteam’s overseas training, Korea.

Sunlight shone into the room and the man sleeping on the side closer to the window on the double bed frowned and opened his eyes.

He instinctively looked outside the window, then turned his gaze towards the big boy who was still sleeping soundly beside him.

Hence he gingerly climbed out of the bed, then drew the curtains.

Then washed up, walked out of the room, heading downstairs.

It was very quiet in the living room, with the exception of the regular clicking sounds of computer mice and occasional swearing of “damn it f*ck you better not be a spy”, the swearing was also very soft, very much feeling like being lifted up high then placed down lightly... Yet the man was not happy upon hearing that and stepped to move behind the teen who had been swearing and pulled off his headphones, the teen turned back.

“Fi-god I was wrong boohoo!”

“Punishment, you know it.”

The teen instantly wished for death.

“Hm?”

“Copying the team rules a hundred times! I know I know! I will start once I’m done training!”

Mo Huaifeng said, “The international league is approaching, could you please control your temper a little?”

“I got it, coach.”

Only then did Mo Huaifeng let go of the teen’s headphones, letting it snap back with a “duang” sound.

His ear hurt a little, yet the teen did not dare to say anything.

Mo Huaifeng contentedly pulled on his jacket, then headed out to buy breakfast.

Half an hour later, he returned.

Ji Zhiyao who ought to be lying in bed, sleeping, personally opened the door for him.

Mo Huaifeng was slightly surprised, but a smile slowly made its way into his eyes as he asked, “Up so early? I thought you would need to sleep in more.”

Ji Zhiyao was instantly like a raging cat. “Shut your mouth you mutt! You still have the face to speak! If it wasn’t because my body is strong enough, I would have fallen apart!”

“Still have the strength to talk, looks like you’re fine.”

Ji Zhiyao was suddenly speechless.

“Want to fight again?”

“Mo Huaifeng are you still human!”

“Tsk.”

Mo Huaifeng pushed past Ji Zhiyao, stepped into the house, then handed over the bag of breakfast in his hand. “Eat first, didn’t you say you wanted to do a livestream today?”

“Wow, it’s nice that our brilliant and mighty Fi-god still remembered.” Ji Zhiyao was grudgingly satisfied and carried the breakfast into the house.

Of course, the breakfast was for two, those kids that were training in the training room did not have the chance to enjoy.

After breakfast, Ji Zhiyao looked in the mirror. Other than finding that the dark circles under his eyes were scarily huge and a pimple that had popped out from the hot strips that he’d secretly eaten yesterday, everything else was fine, he looked decent. He changed into another outfit, slightly agitatedly turning on his livestream room that he hadn’t been in for a long time.

“Hello everyone, I am your broadcaster, Mix.Yao.”

[Are you an idiot Mix.Yao! You’ve been retired for two damn years! If you were to say you are the wife of Mix’s current coach, I’d be able to accept that better LOL]

[Welcome back.]

[Welcome back MelonRind huhuhuhu]

[Welcome back! Mummy loves you!]

[Welcome broadcaster Mix.Yao!]

[Long live my melon!]

Ji Zhiyao took a few glances and said with a smile, “Damn, so touching right at the start. Take it easy guys, I’m finding this a little more than I can take.”

[You’re the boss of the eSports scene with 40 million fans, what is there that you cannot take?]

[Impossible, you’re Fi-god’s wife after all.]

[The one in front don’t go, I wanted to say the same thing.]

“The few of you have to get this straight first, it’s obvious that Mo Huaifeng is MY wife alright?”

[Words alone cannot be trusted, bring out your proof!]

[Doesn’t your conscience hurt?]

[Make a guess if I believe you or not?]

[Large-scale live scene of a broadcaster taking back all his words.]

Ji Zhiyao was suddenly speechless.

“Gee, what’s with this session of netizens? Not in the least excellent!”

He was so enraged that he stood akimbo and yelled at the top of his lungs, “Mo Huaifeng!”

[See see, indeed a man who has succeeded in his wooing is different. In the past wherever he went it was always Captain, take a look, Mo Huaifeng, Mo Huaifeng at every turn, Fi-god is henpecked...]

[Damn I’m dying from laughing, strongly recommend that everyone watch the large-scale word-eating session that will be airing promptly in a while.]

[Oh my god. If anyone had dared to speak to Fi-god like this two years ago, all of us would have suspected that he was tired of living... And now, we would maturely guess that this person who was nagging loudly is Ji Zhiyao.]

Ji Zhiyao almost puked blood when he turned and saw these comments. He lifted a finger and pointed shakily at the screen as he questioned Mo Huaifeng who had just walked out of the training room, “Look at this, are they my fans or not, or did they come over from Heng, Xiaofei or Nuo, K, Xiaofei, anyone of their livestream rooms!”

“What did they say?” Mo Huaifeng read for a short while then commented, “Nothing wrong.”

“You want to f*cking repeat yourself?”

“There’s something wrong? What nonsense are all of them saying?”

Ji Zhiyao was suddenly speechless.

“Not only are they wrong, there are even problems with their thoughts and understanding.”

Ji Zhiyao stuttered from exasperation. “You you you!”

“Don’t be anxious, I will rebut them one by one.”

When his anger hit the deepest recesses, Ji Zhiyao simply stop feeling angry, he looked towards Mo Huaifeng with a vague smile. “Sure, go ahead.”

Mo Huaifeng began. “I wooed you.”

Ji Zhiyao nodded. “Yup.”

“I used to be the team dictator in the past, it was true that no one dared to call my name.”

Ji Zhiyao nodded again. That seemed right too. Before he joined the team, Mo Huaifeng was a hell of a rigid man, literally no one could afford to provoke him.

“I am not henpecked.”

Ji Zhiyao made an “mm” sound, feeling very satisfied. Actually even talking about husbands ruling above wives, what era was this already?

“That’s it.”

“That’s it?”

Mo Huaifeng stared at him with an innocent look. “Everything else that was said was correct, how am I supposed to rebut them?”

Ji Zhiyao wanted to hit someone upon hearing that. “Which one was right? Do you want to tell me about it?”

“You are my wife.”

Ji Zhiyao clenched his fists with a cold smile.

“You are forever Mix.Yao.”

Ji Zhiyao was suddenly speechless.

He coughed once.

That was also right.

Ji Zhiyao would forever be Mix.Yao.

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