The National Sweetheart Livestreamer Is A Pro!

Chapter 53

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But this intention has not been realized yet, Yuan Wei and his assistant, who had changed the boarding pass, pushed the door and walked over, waking up the drowsy people, "Wake up, young masters, if you sleep for a while, you won't be able to catch up with the plane!"

Da Nuo reluctantly got up from K's shoulders, A Xiao and A Heng rubbed their eyes, mid laner substitute Xiao Fei shook his head vigorously, everyone had an over-indulgent face... only Ji Zhiyao who was awake and Mo who hadn't fallen asleep Huai style is out of place, silently watching this scene of demons dancing wildly.

Yuan Wei worked hard like an old mother to send them their respective things, and everyone in Mix took the things with one hand as usual, and didn't want to make an extra movement. Ji Zhiyao took the things with both hands and said "Thank you, Brother Yuan Wei", moved Yuan Wei to tears, and directly stuffed the brand new coffee he just bought in his hand to Ji Zhiyao, with a loving face on his face: "Be thirsty, drink some. "

Ji Zhiyao held the coffee with a strong and mellow smell, and glanced at the five people who seemed to be about to fall asleep in the next second, always feeling that they needed coffee to refresh their minds more than themselves.

"Brother Yuanwei, where did you buy your coffee? Shall I buy a few more cups?"

"Ah?" Yuan Wei was taken aback for a moment, then waved his hands with a pale expression on his face: "They still have to sleep when they get on the plane, drinking coffee makes them sleepless, and they have to act like demons when they turn around."

Seeing the lingering fear in his eyes, Ji Zhiyao guessed that Yuan Wei might have been tossed a lot before, so he smiled, raised his hand and brought the opening of the coffee cup to his mouth—

The next second, the coffee was snatched away.

Ji Zhiyao blinked, looked up at his empty hand, and found that Mo Huaifeng was raising his head to drink coffee, and his Adam's apple was rolling up and down.

When the light shines on the paper cup, it is obvious that more than half of the coffee inside has gone down.

Ji Zhiyao looked at Yuan Wei silently, and silently reprimanded him for lying about the military situation.

Yuan Wei: "Captain, what are you doing? I bought you coffee before and you never drank it except for the first two sips. That's right, because of those two sips of coffee, you couldn't sleep on the plane, and you gave it to me when you got off the plane. My account hangs up and falls to the gold rank. Now I bought a cup of coffee for Wuji and you come to grab it again, and the thing you snatched is exceptionally delicious? You haven’t graduated from the kindergarten class yet?”

Mo Huaifeng's pupils moved, and his thin lips left the edge of the coffee cup, "Thirsty."

Yuan Wei: "You have to drink coffee when you're thirsty? Don't blame me for not being able to sleep for a while."

Mo Huaifeng: "Oh."

The negotiation between the two ended with a simple and powerful "oh" from Mo Huaifeng, and Yuan Wei, who originally planned to seek justice for Ji Zhiyao, successfully forgot about it under the oppression of the team tyrant...

Ji Zhiyao: "..."

Ji Zhiyao: "Brother Yuanwei, which counter is the drink at? I'll go buy a drink myself."

Yuan Wei: "Oh oh ok, when you go out, turn right and walk a few hundred meters..."

"Tsk." Mo Huaifeng pinched the rim of the paper cup with white fingers, and said word by word: "Yuan, Wei, brother, go and help him buy it."

He called the first word very lightly, and the gap between the next two words was very short. Ji Zhiyao and Yuan Wei reacted for a few seconds, the former let out an "oh" in his heart, and the latter gave Mo Huaifeng a fierce look with his liver-colored face, and left angrily.

The group of five who hadn't fallen asleep after being woken up by Yuan Wei suddenly burst into laughter.

It takes a total of one and a half hours to fly to W City. The first-class seat is very spacious, although it is not enough to meet the height of boys, but compared to other seats, it has allowed them to sleep well.

Although Ji Zhiyao wasn't sleepy, after flipping through the boring magazines in front of him, he decisively threw the magazines aside and leaned on the seat to rest.