So, they were here to pick a fight?

Ji Zhiyao’s expression turned cold. Not mentioning exactly how upsetting it was for an internet-addicted youth to have his wonderful tag team match to be interrupted, next, there was totally nothing between him and Xing Chuxue. Yet, he was being provoked by some brainless guys.

Some bits of hair before his forehead fell, and the look in his eyes was no longer harmless. “Are you done seeing now? Can you leave already?”

“You’re rather rude and unreasonable.”

The boy on the left leaned on the door frame, probably thinking that his pose was incomparably cool, dazzling, mad, domineering, and smug, particularly full of the manner of tyrannical CEO. “I heard you’re quite good at Heroes. Do you dare to play a solo match with me?”

This person seemed to know quite a lot.

“Why should I play solo against you?” Ji Zhiyao questioned back airily. “Don’t give me the old-fashioned goading method of ‘if you don’t dare to play against me it means you’re afraid of me.’ Even if I don’t compete with you, I’m still at Challenger rank.”

“…”

The boy on the left was choked, but the one on the right quickly followed up. “You can choose to not play too, just give us a copy each of Xing Chuxue’s contact details, and we will then apologize to you. Hereafter, we will all be brothers.”

After keeping silent for a few seconds, Ji Zhiyao sneered. The shallow eye bags beneath his eyes were becoming obvious. “I think the two of you are idiots.”

“Why are you insulting us?”

“I even want to hit someone.” All traces of a smile on Ji Zhiyao’s face were gone, and as he rotated his wrists together with his expressionless appearance, he looked slightly intimidating. “Bring your laptops here, I’ll take you guys on for any modes. Just remember one point, this is a forfeiture match, and whoever loses calls the winner daddy.”

All were boys at the age where they were hot-blooded, and Ji Zhiyao’s words did not sound nice, so the two boys were also fired up, turning to go after leaving behind a line. “Sure, you wait here.”

Ji Zhiyao ignored them. Returning back to his desk, he saw Mo Huaifeng, who was still quietly waiting in the game room, and looked down to send him a WeChat text: [Fi-god, some people came right to my doorstep for a solo. If it’s a 2v2 later, help me be my partner and carry me?]

[DB.MHF: Rival in love?]

[DB.MHF: I was really bored earlier, so I went into your streaming room to listen in on the bustle for a while.]

[MelonRind: Rival in love my ass. I am very pure!]

[DB.MHF: I got it, invite after you start.]

After conversing with Mo Huaifeng, he felt the suppressed anger inside him from being provoked dissipating by half, at long last managing to resume his smiling manner when he opened the streaming room. Only the comments flying all over the screen gave him a shock. He roughly read them and was left bugged.

“How did you guys know it was Fi-god?… Hold on, it wasn’t because the date with Fi-god was interrupted that I got angry and asked to solo! You guys speak properly!”

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[MelonRind say no more. We all understand.]

[heart aches for Fi-god whose date was interrupted.]

[heart aches for Fi-god whose date was interrupted +1]

[heart aches for Fi-god whose date was interrupted +10086]

Ji Zhiyao said, “Do you all still want to see my face on livestream? If you keep this up, I’m going to stop livestreaming! ‘Duration is not long enough?’ Even if the duration isn’t enough, I don’t care anymore! The next time I livestream, I won’t turn on the camera or ear-mic, I’ll just show you guys my blue desktop background.”

The livestream room was already on a different topic, becoming a sea of happiness, the kind where no matter how hard Ji Zhiyao tried he would not be able to bring back.

Just as he was considering taking on some measures to recover the situation, the front door was pushed open in a very rude manner. Ji Zhiyao looked up and, as expected, saw the provoking duo, who were already changed and carrying their laptops.