Ji Zhiyao turned to look at Mo Huaifeng, who was at his seat with a leg crossed over the other, drinking milk, slightly baffled. "Is it because he's the team dictator, so he does not need to livestream? This makes me kind of want to usurp the throne."
The team dictator who was called out glanced lazily at Ji Zhiyao, and disdainful "hmph" sounded from his nostrils. "For a day I'm alive, all of you will remain as crown princes."
"…" Ji Zhiyao stared at him.
Yuan Wei laughed. "What the f*ck? Where did this idiot come from?"
Mo Huaifeng put down one of his legs that was propped up, stretching out into a length that made one envious. He lifted his eyelids and leisurely said, "Did Yuan Wei not tell you before? For me, it's because my international ranking is high that I was specially permitted to not have to do livestream."
In eSports, indeed, capability spoke for one.
With competence comes status.
