The National Sweetheart Livestreamer Is A Pro!

Chapter 77

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Mo Huaifeng backed away without a trace, and said lightly, "Group photos are not allowed, but autographs are fine."

The hopeful fans didn't give up after hearing this, and continued to ask: "I really like you, I have watched every game of yours, although I don't understand the games... But I am your diehard fan Fan, can you really not take a photo together? I promise not to let it out!!"

He is an e-sports player, if you can't even understand his games, what are you talking about? Is it enough to be a fan just by looking at his appearance

Mo Huaifeng's expression became more and more pale: "No."

The female fan frowned and said angrily: "God Fi, you have a bad temper. If you do this again, I will lose my fan."

"As..."

"what happened?"

After paying the money, Ji Zhiyao took out his things and saw Mo Huaifeng confronting a long-haired girl he didn't know, so he couldn't help asking when he came over.

Mo Huaifeng glanced at him, "You came out too late, you ran into a fan gank."

The tone was not pleasant, Ji Zhiyao subconsciously explained: "I can't blame me, there is no new one in front of this camera, they went to the warehouse to find an unopened one for me."

"Then let's go."

Ji Zhiyao said "Oh", he was very smart and didn't ask stupid questions like "what should I do with this fan", and went to the elevator when he came and went.

Of course, the long-haired girl was not reconciled to having a good conversation with Mo Huaifeng interrupted by Ji Zhiyao, she ran two steps forward, stretched out her hand to block Ji Zhiyao, and Ji Zhiyao was forced to stop.

"Let me tell you, don't think that we will like you if you shamelessly pull God Fi to live broadcast double row!! People like you are the most annoying. You obviously have no strength, and you can enter the Mix team with the enthusiasm of God Fi! You are far worse than God Xiao. The Mix team doesn’t need you, a rubbish Internet celebrity who only kneels and licks! Just wait and see, as long as you don’t perform well in the arena, you will only steal heads, and we will definitely send you away. Get out of Mix!!!”

The helpless smile on Ji Zhiyao's face gradually disappeared, his expression became very pale, and his smiling eyes lost their curvature.

"Can you say that again?"

Mo Huaifeng, who was walking in the front with his hands in his pockets, turned around at some point and came back, his pupils like cold pools were terribly cold. The long-haired girl was at a loss for words: "God Fi, I'm doing this for your own good, you don't even know how this rubbish can gain your popularity!"

"If all my fans are of your quality, I'd rather not have fans." Mo Huaifeng put his hand on Ji Zhiyao's shoulder, and said in a cold voice, "Also, it's my idea to live broadcast double row. Before blaming anyone, Please make things clearer."

"gone."

Mo Huaifeng didn't even bother to take another look at the long-haired girl, so he hooked Ji Zhiyao's shoulder into the elevator.

Ji Zhiyao didn't say a word until he got in the car, and his profile looked very silent.

Mo Huaifeng was inexplicably upset when he saw it. He lifted his foot, stepped on the accelerator a little bit, frowned slightly and said, "Didn't you answer all the questions I asked you earlier? Why did you become like this as soon as I saw you?"

Ji Zhiyao looked up, scratching his head in distress: "I'm just curious, why am I a 'garbage Internet celebrity'? Obviously my live broadcasts are very harmonious and healthy."

Mo Huaifeng: "..." He shouldn't have asked that question.

Seeing Mo Huaifeng tightly shut his mouth, he looked like he didn't want to speak anymore. Ji Zhiyao grinned, turned his head back, and his black eyes suddenly sank.