You Boys Play Games Very Well

Chapter 3

The next day Mangosteen VS Lemon’s video hit the internet and the curious Ling Meng went to Station B (Bilibili) and watched it over and over. As soon as Mang God’s voice came out, people began to lick the screen: *lick lick lick*

“Sorry, this semester is too busy, I barely played in the qualifying tournament and I’ve only broadcasted live a few times. I’m taking advantage of today’s free time to do the daily challenge. However, my battle level isn’t high. I hope everyone won’t be disappointed.”

Ling Meng wanted to smash the table. Although the star diamond can’t compare with the cosmic god level, it’s at least the second echelon. Many people still can’t reach this level – how could Mang God give them all the cold shoulder?

After a short wait, his own account popped up on the battle interface.

“The first round of the challenge has come out…”

Maybe it was his own imagination, but Meng God laughed softly at this time. He was wearing headphones and the other person’s voice was breathy in his ear. A chill ran over Ling Meng’s entire body.

At the same time, the barrage also fervently rolling:

— Lemon Daddy, YOOOO~~~

—  Congratulations to Mang God for flipping the nameplate of my Lemon Dad!⁴

—  Obviously these two people are the same reality, but why do I feel like a dimensional wall has shattered?

—  Probably because Mang God and Lemon Daddy don’t give the feel of playing the same game ╮ (╯ ▽ ╰) ╭

—  I’m just looking forward to Lemon’s counterattack backtalk. Want to see what he’ll say to Mang God when he wins?

—  When you say the word counterattack, he’s already receiving it. (t/n: the fujo is here)

Who are these beasts? Ling Meng felt that Mang God’s live stream chat was filthy to the eyes; what kind of idol did they have, what kind of fans did he have?

Mang God didn’t make any comment on Lemon’s identity and the match started quickly.

“In daily 1V1, both sides usually try to fight a quick battle to win a quick decision. I predict that the opponent will send troops from the start.”

From Mang God’s screen perspective, Ling Meng watched him skillfully locate the protective shield and upgrade his invisibility skills on the technology tree.

“Judging by his troop dispatch speed, his current resources are not enough to produce anti-stealth radar. Although I think this rank of player shouldn’t make such low-level mistakes, I can’t rule out that he has laid an ambush in the mining area to get me when I rise to the bait. Let’s try it first.”

A minute later, Mang God took no pains to destroy Lemon’s mine car.

“Maybe he just wanted to give that as a present.”

The screen was flooded by the digital army and each 2 had a number of 3s after it that almost surpassed the digits of π. (see: 2333⁵)

— As expected, those people close to poisonous words will be infected by the Poison Tongue DEBUFF.

— This is not the panicky face of Mang God that I long for!

— Lemon Dad gives gifts from a distance, it’s the thought that counts!

Unmoved, Mang God continued to narrate: “In fact, the other side has the opportunity to choose to give up on defense and fight a protracted war, but for 1V1, the profit-cost ratio is too low, it’s better to let go.”

He sent scouts, and, as he did, he found that all the fortifications had been demolished, leaving only the base and the shipyard. All the resources obtained from the destruction of the buildings had been used to replenish the troops.

Recalling the scene at the time, step-by-step Ling Meng was basically following a known strategy, but it almost seemed as if the live broadcast was Ling Meng’s and Mang God was stream sniping⁶.

Mang God seemed to randomly put all the troops on the front line at a whim, explaining: “People who are more aggressive with this style of play generally like to attack the front directly.”

The barrage was full of 666s⁷.

— So it’s like this, you like to sneak attack other people’s chrysanthemums⁸?

Mang God didn’t object to it, tacitly approving: “That depends on whose chrysanthemum it is.”

All the water friends offered a meaningful “oh~~~”

Sure enough, such anchors are the pests of the Galaxy celebrity circle.

Ling Meng watched as his last-ditch attempt was successfully thwarted by his opponent. At the same time, Mang God sent his mothership out of the encirclement and returned to his home base without any effort. Winning couldn’t have been easier.

The barrage was full of praise, and the gifts were too numerous to all be acknowledged.

— As always, he was decisive in killing, he doesn’t understand how to have compassion at all.

— Lemon Daddy is going to call the police!

— Crooked⁹ one upstairs, 110, isn’t it?

— Now seeking Lemon Dad’s psychological shadow area¹⁰.

— GET achievement: Sneak attack on Lemon Dad’s chrysanthemum [tick]

While the Imperial Base was blown to pieces, the voice of Mang God came through the headphones: “In fact, the level of players who can reach star diamond is not low; it’s possible that this match just didn’t work out well for him.”

Ling Meng scoffed in disdain, Who cares about your hypocritical respect?

— Looking forward to Lemon Dad’s dying words .

— Lemon seems to like leaving a few words? Generally if you get slapped on your butt like this, you’d run away.

— After all, he sets himself up as the enemy of the Galaxy. I’m afraid that others will rule the other side with him.

— I’m more looking forward to the last words of Mang God.

— This one who has been mocked three times by Lemon asks Mang God for revenge!

— Injured party here, same request as upstairs¹¹!

— +10086!

The barrage of B station suddenly surged, countless people shouting highlights ahead¹².

Then Ling Meng saw the final words that made him want to repent and cut off his sinful hands.

[Empire] Lemon: You boys play games very well~

Mang God seemed to be stunned speechless and his voice froze for a few seconds, then he cracked up and laughed.