The National Sweetheart Livestreamer Is A Pro!

EPILOGUE 1-3

CHAPTER 222 - EPILOGUE 1

It was a bright and sunny morning.

And also the first stop of Mix battleteam's overseas training, Korea.

Sunlight shone into the room and the man sleeping on the side closer to the window on the double bed frowned and opened his eyes.

He instinctively looked outside the window, then turned his gaze towards the big boy who was still sleeping soundly beside him.

Hence he gingerly climbed out of the bed, then drew the curtains.

Then washed up, walked out of the room, heading downstairs.

It was very quiet in the living room, with the exception of the regular clicking sounds of computer mice and occasional swearing of "damn it f*ck you better not be a spy", the swearing was also very soft, very much feeling like being lifted up high then placed down lightly... Yet the man was not happy upon hearing that and stepped to move behind the teen who had been swearing and pulled off his headphones, the teen turned back.

"Fi-god I was wrong boohoo!"

"Punishment, you know it."

The teen instantly wished for death.

"Hm?"

"Copying the team rules a hundred times! I know I know! I will start once I'm done training!"

Mo Huaifeng said, "The international league is approaching, could you please control your temper a little?"

"I got it, coach."

Only then did Mo Huaifeng let go of the teen's headphones, letting it snap back with a "duang" sound.

His ear hurt a little, yet the teen did not dare to say anything.

Mo Huaifeng contentedly pulled on his jacket, then headed out to buy breakfast.

Half an hour later, he returned.

Ji Zhiyao who ought to be lying in bed, sleeping, personally opened the door for him.

Mo Huaifeng was slightly surprised, but a smile slowly made its way into his eyes as he asked, "Up so early? I thought you would need to sleep in more."

Ji Zhiyao was instantly like a raging cat. "Shut your mouth you mutt! You still have the face to speak! If it wasn't because my body is strong enough, I would have fallen apart!"

"Still have the strength to talk, looks like you're fine."

Ji Zhiyao was suddenly speechless.

"Want to fight again?"

"Mo Huaifeng are you still human!"

"Tsk."

Mo Huaifeng pushed past Ji Zhiyao, stepped into the house, then handed over the bag of breakfast in his hand. "Eat first, didn't you say you wanted to do a livestream today?"

"Wow, it's nice that our brilliant and mighty Fi-god still remembered." Ji Zhiyao was grudgingly satisfied and carried the breakfast into the house.