You Boys Play Games Very Well

Chapter 15

Since Ling Meng had jumped into the pit, he had defeated thousands of opponents and his hospice care had spread all over China. Naturally, he had no special impression of the ID Mangosteen, which was long and hard to remember, and he knew nothing of the relationship they once had. Now, Ling Meng was being defeated again by the one who had suffered defeat at his hands once before and one sentence was enough to make him fly into a rage.

“Return that photo to me, I won’t hand it over!” He reached for it and the other side merely raised his hand so he missed it.

He willfully stood up and grabbed at it. Mang God’s gently raised his hand over his head and Ling Meng jumped up several times but it was not enough.

“Give it back to me!” Ling Meng said, anger turning into embarrassment.

“This is the prize for the tournament. How could it be given back?”

“Loathsome! Bastard! Look how great you are!”

“I’m back!” The loud ringing voice of his roommate sounded out before he entered the door, “I’m just saying that the MengMeng prizes you prepared aren’t good and none of them were delivered… oh, what’s this?”

When his roommate came in, he saw a handsome stranger holding up a photo, teasing the shorter-by-ten-centimeters Ling Meng to jump at it, in the spitting image of a bad man using food to lure small animals.

“You’re finally back!” Ling Meng acted as if he’d seen his savior, “Help me get the photo back!”

“Who are you? I haven’t seen you before. Are you bullying MengMeng, yes or no?”

Seeing that person had come who was evenly matched to him in strength, Shan Zhu first placed the photo into his pocket. “You misunderstood.”

Hearing his voice, the roommate was taken aback: “Do I know you?” Without waiting for a response, the roommate changed his tone: “No, are you on the school radio station?”

“You seem to have mistaken me for someone…”

“He’s Mang God!” Ling Meng shouted from the side, “I said that he would use a small account in the tournament!”

Hearing that Shan Zhu was Mang God, the roommate’s eyes lit up and he stepped forward to shake hands enthusiastically: “So you are Mang God. Glad to meet you, I’m your fan! Let me introduce myself, I’m MengMeng’s roommate, my name is Huo LongGuo.”

Ling Meng was dumbfounded; obviously he didn’t even pay attention to the live stream, how did Huo LongGuo suddenly became a fan?

“I didn’t believe it when MengMeng said you were in university with us. I thought he was just obsessed, I didn’t think it was true!”

“You don’t have to say that kind of misleading thing!” These words pushed Ling Meng over the edge.

Shan Zhu shook hands with his roommate, but his eyesight fell on Ling Meng: “So it was all brought to light by him, MengMeng has a strong detective ability.”

“No wonder you’re so familiar to the ear. You don’t even know, MengMeng watches your live stream day in, day out, totally fascinated. My ears are going to fall off- oh oh oh, wuwuwu.”

“Shut up now!” Ling Meng had rushed over to cover his roommate’s mouth and dragged him away from Shan Zhu in fear that he will say something to make him lose even more face.

Shan Zhu raised his eyebrows: “I can’t imagine MengMeng following me with such interest.”

“Who cares about you! I want to know my enemy and know myself and never die in a hundred battles!”

The light suddenly dawned for Shan Zhu: “No wonder you were so confident in that match and were able to restrain me everywhere.”

“Wasn’t it your dogshit luck that won in the end?” Ling Meng became furious as it came to mind.

Shan Zhu smiled and didn’t refute it.

“By the way, what did you just say wasn’t sent out?” Ling Meng remembered that his roommate had just gone to deliver the prizes for him.

“Your Durex.” His roommate took out twelve small squares from his pocket and piled them up on Ling Meng’s desk. “I went to the twelve rooms and no one wanted it. They told me to take them back for MengMeng to use. I was almost caught by a counselor and wouldn’t that have been embarrassing?” He sat down with a sigh: “I should have realized after all this time that all the single dogs play Galaxy. Why should I not also play this game?”

Ling Meng also had a headache about how to deal with these things. He inadvertently caught sight of Shan Zhu laughing.

“You think this is funny? That this isn’t all because of you?”

“You demanded a bet.”

“Let’s give them all to you then. Don’t you have powder? Go off with your thirsty powder⁵.”

Shan Zhu laughed without speaking.

The words were all just hot air from Ling Meng and he soon put the Durex, scattered across the desk, into the drawer, revealing the printed tournament bracket on the surface of the desk.

“Clearly it’s mangosteen, have the nerve to disguise yourself as mango.” (Review the note at the beginning of Chapter 9 to see what he’s talking about here. He’s saying it should be Shan God since mangosteen is Shan Zhu in Chinese.)

Ling Meng’s whisper was heard by Shan Zhu: “My ID was originally mangosteen, but I was mistakenly called a mango (in Chinese). It’s been a long time and I’m too lazy to correct it. Besides, I prefer to eat mango.”

“I’m allergic to mango,” Ling Meng said deliberately.

“The day before yesterday, you ate such a big one that your hands and mouth were covered in juice. I really regret not taking pictures of you,” Huo LongGuo interrupted to share some gossip.

“You would die if you couldn’t gossip!” Ling Meng hated this pig roommate.

“I haven’t received my whole prize yet.” Shan Zhu felt that it was necessary to remind the forgetful MengMeng.

“Didn’t you get the picture? What other prize is there, ah?”

“Have you forgotten the promise to be my good friend? I have to personally watch you add me before I go, otherwise I’m afraid you’ll turn your face over⁶.”

Ling Meng loss for words, he didn’t want to admit he was thinking exactly that: “Aren’t you afraid that I’ll add you then delete it?”

“I know where you live anyway, I’ll come back if you delete it.”

“You ……!”

“Good friend status?!?” his roommate was excited again, “Can I ask for a good friend status, Mang God?”

Shan Zhu apologized: “My friends list is already full. Today I cleared a spot specially for MengMeng.”

“Fuck, MengMeng, you quickly add ah, this is Mang God’s good friend status ah, you’ll have the opportunity to get popular⁷ through his live stream!”

“I already have gotten popular through his live stream!”

Were it not for Mang God’s broadcast, would he be barraged with the same sentence everywhere he went? He had been painstakingly building up the brand of Lemon Dad for many years. In the end, he has fallen into the ranks of laughingstocks.

His roommate was reminded of Ling Meng’s shining achievements and the barrage in his mind also repeatedly rolled over the same sentence. Constrained by the expression in the other’s eyes, he wanted to laugh but didn’t dare to, enduring great hardship.

“Add me as a good friend, I’ll duo queue with you when I get back.” Shan Zhu’s attitude could be said to be quite pure-hearted.

Roommate smiled and said: “Rest assured, I have MengMeng’s account info, if he doesn’t add you, I’ll add you.”

Ling Li was furious: “Who on earth are you helping?” (╯‵ □ ‘) ╯ (┻━┻)