Mo Huaifeng backed away and said indifferently, “Photos, no. Autograph, yes.”

The fan, looking all hopeful, still did not give up hearing him say that as she continued to question him. “I really like you a lot, and I watched every competition of yours even though I can’t really understand the competition… But I am your die-hard fan! Can I really not take a photo with you? I promise I won’t reveal it!!”

He was an eSports player, and if she could not even understand his competitions, how was she a die-hard fan? A fan who is content with just looking at his visuals?

Mo Huaifeng’s expression became colder. “No.”

The female fan frowned, as if being spiteful, and said, “Fi-god, your temper is too bad. If you continue like this, I will stop being your fan.”

“Suit…”

“What’s going on here?”

Ji Zhiyao walked out with his purchase after paying and saw Mo Huaifeng facing off an unknown long-haired girl. As a result, he could not help but ask as he walked over.

Mo Huaifeng glanced at him. “You came out too late, bumped into a fan gank.”

His tone was not a happy one, and understanding that, Ji Zhiyao instinctively explained. “Can’t blame me, there weren’t any more new ones at the store for this camera. The salesman had to go to the storehouse to get an unopened one for me.”

“Let’s go then.”

Very intelligently not asking any more foolish questions such as “what about this fan,” Ji Zhiyao replied an “okay” and walked towards the lift that they had taken earlier.

The long-haired girl was, of course, displeased that her conversation that was going well with Mo Huaifeng was interrupted by Ji Zhiyao, so she ran forwards by a few steps and reached out to block Ji Zhiyao. Seeing the girl, Ji Zhiyao was forced to stop.

“Hey you, don’t think that just because you shamelessly dragged Fi-god to play with you on livestream, we will like you! The most annoying people are people like you. You obviously are not very capable, but just by rubbing off Fi-god’s popularity, you get into Mix battleteam! You are far worse than Xiao-god, and Mix battleteam doesn’t need this kind of rubbish influencer like you who only knows how to bootlick! Just you wait, as long as you don’t perform well on the tournament stage, only knowing how to steal kills, we will definitely kick you out of Mix!!!”

The resigned smile that was initially on Ji Zhiyao’s face gradually disappeared. His expression became very detached, and his pair of eyes also lost its arc.

“You say that again?”

Mo Huaifeng, who had both hands in his pockets walking right at the front, since not sure when had turned back. His eyes were like a frozen lake and seemed so cold that they were threatening. The long-haired girl was repeatedly tongue-tied. “Fi-god, I’m doing this for your good! You don’t even know how this trash is using your popularity!”

“If my fans are all of quality like you, I’d rather I have no fans,” Mo Huaifeng said coldly as he reached out and placed a hand on Ji Zhiyao’s shoulder. “Also, livestreaming and playing together was my idea. Before you criticize anyone, please get the facts right.”

Mo Huaifeng motioned towards Ji Zhiyao. “Let’s go.”

Mo Huaifeng could not even be bothered to take another look at the long-haired girl. He draped his arm around Ji Zhiyao’s shoulders and entered the lift.

All the way until they got into the car, Ji Zhiyao did not utter even a word, and his side profile looked extremely silent.

Seeing that, Mo Huaifeng was somehow vexed. He stepped harder on the accelerator, frowning slightly. “Previously, when we asked you questions, didn’t you answer very well? Why is it now after you meet one you become like this?”

Ji Zhiyao looked up and seemed a little troubled as he rubbed his head. “I was just more curious, why am I a ‘rubbish influencer?’ My livestreams were obviously all very harmonious and healthy.”

“…”

Mo Huaifeng thought that he just should not have asked that question.

Seeing Mo Huaifeng’s mouth tightly shut and looking like he did not want to speak anymore, Ji Zhiyao grinned. Turning back, his dark eyes instantly sank.