The remaining four members of Mix all looked speechless. The corners of Mo Huaifeng’s lip twitched. “What nonsense.”

Ji Zhiyao replied. “My fans said that I am your parent and even want me to properly take possession of you.”

“Are you living in your dreams?”

It just so happened that the match he was in ended, so he leaned over and looked at the screen.

Seeing half of Mo Huaifeng’s aloof profile, the audience in the livestream room began commenting like they had gone crazy.

[AHHHH hubby, look here!! Your wife is here!]

[Fi-god, I love you!]

[Professing my love for my Fi!]

[The eSports idol who doesn’t show his face in ten thousand years repeatedly appearing in his wife’s livestream room. Is it a distortion of humanity or a decay of morals?]

[Fi-god, are you here to announce your ownership? Tell me loudly!]

[It’s obviously a pure father and son relationship. Fi-god is the father.]

Mo Huaifeng furrowed his brow and darted a look at Ji Zhiyao, who had on a distasteful expression. “After turning on a livestream, you can’t even recognize words anymore? Aren’t all these saying I’m your daddy.”

Ji Zhiyao responded. “What nonsense are you spouting. ‘All these?’ There’s only that one comment in total alright? Moderators, please ban that person. He’s definitely a hater.”

Mo Huaifeng was a little speechless and turned back to look at the comments again. Amidst a bunch of [LOL] comments, he saw another comment: [If you’re so good at putting up a show, why not go to the entertainment industry? An influencer is an influencer. All you know is to gain attention and put up a fake persona. Joining the team was for you to play properly, do you have no idea at all?]

Ji Zhiyao also fell into a brief silence. Since this comment was long, he saw it very clearly.

An unknown flame lit in his heart, but he was livestreaming right now, and several hundred thousands of people were staring at their screens watching him. He knew that he could not go off.

As he was about to say something to change the topic, Ji Zhiyao heard a cold and indifferent voice by his ears. “This user known as… ‘ScandalsfromIndefiniteFuture’sEntireLife?’ Since you are not a fan, why enter someone’s livestream room to find your sense of existence? Who spoiled you?”

[Fi-god, this influencer makes one disgusted just by looking at him. I cannot bear the sight of him like this, am I not allowed to speak some truth?]

“If you cannot bear the sight of him, who’s asking you to?” Mo Huaifeng frowned. The angle of the sneer on the corner of lips made him look extremely displeased. “Also, what popularity do I have for him to flake? Does playing together means him flaking popularity? Is being carried to a win also flaking popularity? Then why don’t you guys criticize Nuo?”

Nuo froze at a side. “???”

Who did he provoke?

[Nuo HAHAHAHAHA innocent bystander caught in the crossfire.]

[66666 Fi-god absolutely hot!]

[He’s not wrong. Those who don’t like melonrind should quickly scram, what sense of existence are you here to find?]

[Does not liking mean we can’t come in to take a look? Bystander-turned-hater.]

[Fi-god protecting his kiddo.]

[Society’s tyrant, my Fi-god.]

After Mo Huaifeng finished speaking, he did not see the person with the ID ‘ScandalsfromIndefiniteFuture’sEntireLife’ comment anymore. Hence, he returned to his original seat, put on his headphones, and prepared for a new match.

Ji Zhiyao dazedly watched Mo Huaifeng finish doing all of that, not knowing what to say.

Only the corners of his lips were leveled lifted slightly, and he somehow felt much more cheerful.

His Captain was, indeed, very protective of his child.

Before Ji Zhiyao could turn back, he saw Mo Huaifeng turn to him again. With his brows knitted together, he said to him, “Leave the livestream on, come play a match.”

Ji Zhiyao understood in a second. “Okay.”

He did not read the comments anymore, logged onto Heroes after minimizing the livestream room, and agreed to enter Mo Huaifeng’s room.

Everyone in Mix was present, and they were matching up to an opponent right away.

Ji Zhiyao understood that the way to let people know that he was not carried to a win was to, right before their faces, have a remarkable showdown.

This match was a good opportunity.