Chapter 64: Handsome Man

Fi-god was not just ordinarily patient…

It must be said that when Ji Zhiyao heard Mo Huaifeng’s serious and solemn tone and felt the gaze on his body that came from Mo Huaifeng, he realized he could only speak truthfully with nothing to lose. “… Yes yes yes!”

“Okay.”

Mo Huaifeng seemed very satisfied. He reached out and patted his shoulder. “Go back.”

Ji Zhiyao looked at him with a puzzled expression. “?”

“The kind of things like rules, you don’t have to worry about them. Since I want you to join the team, I will definitely fight for you.”

“Not that, Fi-god, why do you even do hard selling!”

“The next time we meet, address me as Captain.”

“…”

Mo Huaifeng leaned half of his body out, flagged a cab, and then shoved Ji Zhiyao into the vehicle. Against a gaze of disdain that he “couldn’t understand,” he stuffed 200 yuan to the driver and said, “S University, thank you.”

The driver took the money and moved half of his foot to go on the accelerator. Mo Huaifeng waved slightly. “See you next time, little reserve.”

“…”

Ji Zhiyao said hurriedly, “Fi-god, you! …”

The three words had just left his mouth, and Ji Zhiyao realized that Mo Huaifeng, who was standing outside of the window, had become a blur.

This cab is going rather fast.

…

In the evening, the crowd of little fangirls and fanboys scrolling Weibo amazingly realized that the MelonRind youth they were fans of actually posted a complaint status, which was extremely rare.

[IndefiniteFutureV: Not only does the internet-addicted youth knows dirty tricks, but he also knows how to hard sell strategies in business.]

In reply, his fan club said…

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[IndefiniteNoHomo National Hate Fans Assembly: Did someone pimp you? [doghead] ]

…

At night, Ji Zhiyao’s livestream came later.

The onlookers waiting in the “IndefiniteNoHomo” livestream room dumbfoundedly found their soft and innocent MelonRind in a large undershirt, shaking his leg, looking slovenly; there was even a large bag of melon seeds before him, a full two to three kilograms.

Facing a pile of question mark comments, Ji Zhiyao tidied his hair while exclaiming sincerely deep down how handsome his extra large face on the screen looked. “Today, I’m livestreaming for everyone the day-to-day of a bohemian man.

[???]

Ji Zhiyao finished his sentence, minimized the livestream room, and then put on a talent show that had been exceptionally popular recently. He chewed on the melon seeds while watching, even giving comments from time to time.

“Don’t these three people all look the same? Sorry, I can’t differentiate the one you guys are talking about.”

“So out of tune, doesn’t even sound as good as me. You guys want to hear me sing? Sure, have you guys heard of ‘The Taking of Tiger Mountain’ before? I’ll sing a part.”

“For this episode, you could actually cry from the start till the end for four hours… Could all the water on earth be the tears of all the poser young girls from ancient times?”

“Ugly.”

“Even I would look better than them in female wear.”

Yang Bing, Wen Heng, Ning Lichao: …

Yang Bing was facing a closet full of clothes and still had to listen to Ji Zhiyao nagging on with his comments. He was in great despair. Especially when he had wanted to ask for ideas from his dorm mates but saw the pair of flowery oversized pants on him, he felt even more hopeless.

He looked silently towards Ji Zhiyao. After a few seconds, hearing Ji Zhiyao crunching on his melon seeds and not talking, he shouted in a very low voice from a distance, “Old Ji, look at me.”

Ji Zhiyao turned back slowly.

Yang Bing asked, “These two sets I’m holding, which looks better?”

“You closed the windows to my soul.”

“? What are you saying? Make yourself clear.”

“Hurts my eyes.”