Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
He silently kept his phone and stood up from the ground as an act of politeness. With a slightly doubtful tone, he said, “Both of you are…”
“Um, she has something for you.” The other girl standing at the back pushed Xing Chuxue and, while at it, rooted for her friend in a voice that she thought was very soft but could be heard by Ji Zhiyao: “Go on, don’t be afraid! Take initiative, and there will be a story for you two!”
“…” Ji Zhiyao stared at her quietly.
However, he was not very willing to be the male lead of the story.
At this rate, even if one were to use their foot to think, they would be able to guess what was about to go down, so Ji Zhiyao kept quiet for a few seconds and suddenly lifted his leg to kick Yang Bing, who was gazing longingly at Xing Chuxue.
He said, “Give my phone back to me.”
“When did I take your…” Sprouting out the better half of his words, Yang Bing slapped his own forehead hard and then immediately after, pulled out a phone from his pocket. Sincerely presenting it with both hands to Ji Zhiyao, he spoke in a sincere tone. “Goodness, why didn’t you remind me earlier? I’d forgotten that your phone was still with me.”
Ji Zhiyao slid open the phone with no keypad lock, tapped several times, and then stretched a QR code out before the girl. “If there’s anything, let’s add each other on WeChat and chat there.”
Xing Chuxue had already shakily lifted her phone, but her friend reached out and held her down, asking suspiciously. “Is this really your phone?”
Hearing the commotion by his ears get louder, Ji Zhiyao frowned but did not directly answer her question, only saying, “Everyone in our dorm is very close, and we often use each other’s phone.”
“Alright, stop asking.” Xing Chuxue held onto her friend’s hand. After scanning the QR code, she gave a really shy smile, looking exceptionally pretty. “Then I’ll see you on WeChat later.”
The quivering tail of her word had just sounded, and she had already grabbed her friend and ran far away like rabbits.
Ji Zhiyao’s facial expression relaxed. Dropping back onto the grassy ground, he threw the phone to Yang Bing.
He frowned, a little puzzled. “This place is so dark, how did she spot me?”
Ning Lichao pointed at a certain person beside him who was as happy as a silly roe deer and had no time to reply. “Bing showed the way.”
“…”
So did he take the initiative to do a good deed? Making himself look cheap?
Wen Heng stole a look at him and said lightly, “Didn’t Yang Bing mention that the girl was quite pretty? Plus, it’s clear that she was coming for you. Why didn’t you take down her contact details to socialize a bit?”
The night wind brushed lightly, and Ji Zhiyao propped his arms behind his body and leaned back. “It’s something impossible in the first place, and to still ask for her contact details, it’s such a jerk move, I can’t do that.”
Yang Bing, who suddenly snapped awake from his bliss, looked alarmed. “So you really like males?”
Ji Zhiyao expressionlessly grabbed a bunch of grass and threw it on his face.
The instructors seemed to be too relaxed. They had enjoyed themselves for more than an hour under the trees and had yet to return to dismiss them. Ji Zhiyao sat aimlessly for a long and calculated that if he still did not return to the dorm to start his livestream, he might not be able to accumulate a duration long enough. Hence, he notified Wen Heng, asking him to help keep a lookout while he secretly sneaked back to the dorm.
Changed his clothes, turned on the lights, start the livestream.
Starting the computer, Ji Zhiyao opened the Heroes client right away.
He had not streamed himself gaming for several days already, and many fans in the streaming room were calling for him to return to playing with some familiar dirty tricks. The demand was too high, so he could only comply.
Entering the interface, Ji Zhiyao was about to start a 5v5 match when a blue text box suddenly popped up on the screen.
[Your friend “dbmmmmmm” has invited you to a 3v3 match. Agree or disagree.]
Hm? Mo Huaifeng was online?