Feng Nai did not reply to this text. He wasn't in too good of a mood.
The club manager sent several emoticons over at once. "Don't pretend you're not there. I know you are. I saw your Moments. You've switched to drinking red date wolfberry tea now?"
Feng Nai moved his fingers and replied, "Mm."
"Live-stream!" the manager stressed. "Show your face! It'd better look like you're showing your private life. Don't be sarcastic the whole time, my Almighty."
Feng Nai's voice sounded very casual, but a hint of slyness played at the corner of his lips. "Got it, but let me sleep for two days first. In two days, I'll live-stream for you."
"That's right, why aren't you sleeping today?" The manager really hadn't expected him to be awake. Were there no classes at school that day?
Feng Nai switched to type with his other hand. "Mo Nan is ill, so we're here to show affection to our teammate."