Was it because he tended to look rather kind?

After doing the activity of resenting the heavens and earth, taunting the comments which lasted a good two hours, until there was only a table of fiery red crayfish shells left, Ji Zhiyao turned off the livestream fully satisfied and contented. Then, he started cleaning up the mess.

After washing his hands, he thought for a minute, pulled out his phone, and intentionally held it further. Then, he very uncaringly swept a look at Weibo.

… That message seemed to have sunken to the bottom of the ocean.

Ji Zhiyao then slowly stuffed his phone back into his pocket and prepared to head upstairs.

Just as his feet landed on the first step, turning sounds came from the front door. Ji Zhiyao turned back instinctively to see Ji Qingge enter with her tongue stuck out.

"I'm dying from the heat." The moment Ji Qingge entered the house, she saw Ji Zhiyao standing on the stairs with his butt stuck out. She kicked off her shoes, running in while calling out loudly. "Brother, what are you doing?"

"Going upstairs to lie down for a while."

Ji Zhiyao turned back, continuing to walk up the stairs. A few steps later, he was shouted at to stop again.

"Brother, don't move!" Ji Qingge came flying from the dining room as if she was stepping with two enhanced firewheels. She stared right in his direction. "Brother, there are no more popsicles!"

Ji Zhiyao was panic-stricken by her gaze. Stepping back and waving his hands, he frantically said, "Go out and buy some more if there are none left… Don't look at me like that! In this weather, just stepping out of the house can get a person half-cooked. Even if you stare at me like this, I won't go out and buy it for you!"

"Brotheeeer…" Ji Qingge pouted. "The little girl who has just been laundered in physics questions needs the salvation of a bowl of fruit shaved ice."

"Little girl my a**!"

Ten minutes later, Ji Zhiyao left the house with a bunch of spare change.

Braving the sun that had yet to set, he rebuked in his heart Ji Qingge's entire 'girls who become tanned won't be able to get married' theory thoroughly with a dreary expression on his face.

Ji Zhiyao's favorite fruit shaved ice was the one from the place located on the fourth story of Silver Place. Since he was already out, he was not going to let her settle for less, so he took a cab directly to Silver Place Shopping center and went to the dessert shop on the fourth story to wait for a large bowl of fruit shaved ice.

In the waiting process that was exceptionally boring, Ji Zhiyao's vision went around his surrounding again and again, not finding anything interesting. He stopped looking and coincidentally saw a young man entering the shop at this point.

The face beneath the cap was somewhat familiar.

Thus, Ji Zhiyao took a few more glances at him. What was unexpected was that the man turned back, and both of them made direct eye contact.

He was suddenly enlightened.

It was Mix battleteam's jungler, Xiao.

While Ji Zhiyao could not help but mutter deep in his heart if he had formed some indissoluble bond with the Mix battleteam, he smiled at Xiao's direction as a form of acknowledgment.

Xiao also smiled back. His smile had a shyness that did not match the large flowery pants on him. He quickly turned back and recited his orders to the waiter.

Just as Ji Zhiyao thought that this encounter was ending right here, Xiao had finished ordering and walk right towards this table. "Can I sit here?"

Ji Zhiyao instinctively glanced at all the empty tables around and then smiled. "Of course you can, brother Xiao."

'Brother Xiao' was the Mix battleteam's fans' term of endearment for Xiao. It was very obvious that he was stunned after hearing this form of address, and after studying Ji Zhiyao carefully for a few seconds, he replied apologetically. "I also find you a little familiar, but I can't remember anymore. My bad."

Ji Zhiyao was also surprised.

It was not that he had a very exaggerated thought that all the professional players should know him. What he was curious about was that since Xiao had not recognized him, then why had he asked to sit with him?

Was it because he tended to look rather kind?