You Boys Play Games Very Well - Chapter 67

Chapter 67
During summer vacation, the broadcast platform traffic was higher. In order to gather more popularity during the holiday season, Fighting Cat signed the contract with Shan Zhu early.

Shan Zhu was limited in the scope of his activities now, so he could only go out in town with Ling Meng during the day and had to go back to stream on time at night. Ling Meng let Shan Zhu use the desktop he had used in high school. The network speed at home was also very ideal. The only downside was that there was no camera.

The Mang God face powder couldn’t accept it, every day crying out and scratching at the earth, writing demands in their own blood for the camera; the skill powder took pleasure in the misfortune of these superficial fans: Who could have thought? Mang God used to stream without showing his face!

But also thanks to this, no one knew that Shan Zhu secretly went to Ling Meng’s home. According to their intel, Ling Meng went home on vacation and Mang God was still in North Hebei. Therefore, the well-known Fighting Cat dog abuse couple had activated the short-term long-distance mode, giving the millions of Galaxy single dogs a fasting vacation.

It was the summer competitive season so wonderful match replays became the regular program every night on Mang God’s broadcast room. Those who really wanted to learn how to play the game and those who loved watching games listened to the loud and firm voice without the camera. Even Lemon Dad and his filial sons all gathered there to watch with their paternal mindset.

In the middle of his monologue, Shan Zhu looked over his shoulder by instinct and caught a hamster popping his head in the door and looking around.

Ling Meng, with a fruit tray prepared by Lemon Ma in his hand, squeezed through the door with his cheeks puffed out. At first glance, who knew how many pieces had been stolen.

Shan Zhu crooked his finger at this hamster and Ling Meng turned back and shut the door, then he crept in soundlessly.

Ling Meng approached and found that Shan Zhu was commenting on a replay of VEGETABLE’s afternoon game. The Vegetable team had excelled this season since the opening loss against FRUIT, so far they hadn’t lost. The captain, Shan Yao, who was especially carrying, was the favorite of many people.

With his hand, Shan Zhu pulled Ling Meng into his arms. Regarding the Porn Anchor, Ling Meng was used to playing around with the rascal Mang1, so he sat down on his thigh and ate fruit while watching the beautiful match.

Shan Zhu had a person in his arms but the rhythm of his commentary wasn’t messy. The techniques and intentions of the players and the situation of the match were all analyzed clearly. Ling Meng watched it and was drawn into the match, so that even when the Porn Anchor put his hand into his clothes, he didn’t even notice the misbehavior.

When he came back to his senses, Shan Zhu had rubbed and touched all over the lemon peel.

Ling Meng squinted at Shan Zhu in a sign of dissatisfaction, so Shan Zhu exercised restraint for a little bit, didn’t make it past three seconds, and began to walk his hands up and down.

Ling Meng pretended to struggle, but was afraid of his movements making too much noise. Each time he was a centimeter away from stopping Shan Zhu with a good show of force, the motion turned into covertly fanning on the big shot.

Shan Zhu gobbled up this paper tiger2. After rubbing the two red lemon nubs, he went even further and moved his hands downward. How could this Ling Meng let him cross the line so easily, protecting his waistline from the salty pig hand from entering. Shan Zhu made two unsuccessful raids, then returned to attack the chest. Ling Meng instantly covered his chest, but Shan Zhu seized the opportunity to slip through the gap and broke through the outer tower of the base.

Ling Meng understood that this Shan Zhu had used the method of making a feint in the east in order to attack in the west3. It so happened that the player in the match had also used this most-commonly-used trick in the Galaxy strategy. The corners of Shan Zhu’s mouth tipped up in a smile when he spoke the four syllables “misdirection.”

Ling Meng gnashed his teeth and gripped Shan Zhu’s wrist to break it out. But Shan Zhu was in and didn’t plan on coming out. After a couple of seesawing rubs to his thighs, the ground invasion force broke into Ling Meng’s underwear as if it were a walk in the park.

Ling Meng bit him on the shoulder in anger, but Shan Zhu absorbed the pain, determined not to let go. Though Ling Meng squeezed his thighs tightly, the little lemon disappointed him by raising its head from between his legs. It was immediately caught firmly in Shan Zhu’s hands.

Ling Meng narrowly swallowed back his sounds, his dignity forcing the sound to shrink back. He knew just how many people were in Shan Zhu’s broadcast room. The brain powder of Mang God not only watched the stream but also recorded the video. If he made a little noise today, how could Lemon Daddy mix in with the rest of the universe?

It was probably impossible to expect Shan Zhu to show restraint on behalf of the live broadcast. Ling Meng didn’t know how he did it, calmly analyzing the match video while pinching his member and playing with it. These two things continued in parallel and Ling Meng was in his arms leaking like a sieve, but there wasn’t even a hint of abnormal fluctuation in Shan Zhu’s voice.

Shan Zhu could multitask, but Ling Meng couldn’t. All that floated in his ears where the familiar words, though he couldn’t put them together in complete sentences. Shan Zhu’s touch made him tremble all over. In order not to arouse suspicion, he could only bury his face deep in the other’s chest to suppress the moans into muffled sobs. Unless the audience brought 800,000 Watt hearing aids, they wouldn’t be aware of the existence of a second person.

However, the audience not knowing doesn’t mean that Ling Meng didn’t know. Shan Zhu’s unbridled behavior gave him the illusion of being molested in public, making him nervous but also a little excited. Several times he was stimulated to the edge, but he was too nervous to shoot out. Ling Meng buried his head deeper, to the point where asphyxiation was also disguised as pleasure. His clenched lower lip was shaking, his shoulders were shaking, and his desperately curled toes were shaking.

As the climax approached, Ling Meng clenched Shan Zhu’s shirt between his teeth and gripped Shan Zhu’s arm with both hands; that was all that was holding him back from screaming.

Shan Zhu grabbed some paper towels and wiped the lemon juice from his hands. Ling Meng had just come down from the “The Anchor Blew Up” show but his brain was still empty and he was so lethargic he only had the strength to protest against the anchor silently:

Have you been told wrongly what “Porn Anchor” means? Is this what people do? “Porn Anchor” is not enough to describe your animal behavior when you stream!

Shan Zhu also pointed to his right arm, where there were five nail marks from Ling Meng’s pinching, the deepest one had faintly drawn blood, meaning, I’m a monster, you’re a beast, there’s not much difference between us.

In the face of Shan Zhu’s allegation, Ling Meng mouthed the phrase “serves you right” and then, not at ease, pushed his lips together and blew. Shan Zhu smiled and crooked his neck, kissing the hairline slightly damp with sweat.

Shan Zhu continued to commentate on the match. Ling Meng used the excuse of his soft legs to avoid leaving his nest, slumped lazily in Shan Zhu’s arms and trying to smooth out the part of the shirt on the other side of his chest that he bit into a wrinkle.

Release was always accompanied by exhaustion and Ling Meng’s eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. The sound in his ears was very hypnotic and he couldn’t hold back a yawn.

Shan Zhu continued to speak and then found the man in his arms had gone motionless and took a look. Ling Meng was sleeping soundly and drooling; it looked pretty amusing.

“And then when it comes to the skill of the Empire…..”

“Porn Anchor!” Ling Meng suddenly roared.

Shan Zhu: ?

Barrage: ???

Ling Meng’s eyes didn’t open either: “Get your paws off me!”

Shan Zhu: …..

Barrage: ?????

“I’m telling you, Daddy is not ￥#%&*&……” Ling Meng shifted as if to move, facing away from the mic so he vaguely couldn’t be heard.

The barrage didn’t say much, merely full of “?”

“MengMeng is asleep, sleep talking.”

Still “????????”

Shan Zhu pressed pause: “Hold on, I’ll put him to bed first.”

“???????????????????”

— Put him to bed? So what was the position just now?

— Are you telling me that these days porn anchors are streaming with a clear stream anchor in their arms?

— Is that why you don’t use the facecam?

— Is worthy of being the top porn anchor of Fighting Cat, heehee

— New powder weakly raising my hand, just a few days experience; this anchor isn’t very serious, why do you call him porn anchor? Who is the clear stream anchor again?

……

Shan Zhu moved Ling Meng to the nearby bed, tucking him in with the quilt. Ling Meng kicked out with his foot, flipping it off to sleep soundly.

Fortunately it was summer. Shan Zhu left him, going back to the computer. The old powder were keenly sharing the common knowledge on the porn anchor and the clear stream anchor with the new powder.

“Alright, going to keep my voice down, let’s go on.”

— Go on? Who will go on with you?

— Go on…..to explain why MengMeng is with you?

— You can’t talk loudly because the clear stream anchor is sleeping soundly? If you really care about him, turn on the camera and use sign language.

— Home for summer vacation? Short-term long distance? Letting the single dogs have a fasting vacation?

— Heartaching for Godfather who wasn’t going to see Dad for a vacation, must have been a fool [smile]

— Someone, report the deceitful anchor. [smile]

— Looking at your stream again, I’m a dog [smile] ao ao ao

“He did go home and didn’t lie to you.” Shan Zhu corrected, “It’s just that I’m at his home right now.”

— Single dogs are hit by a 1 billion pound food order, this single dog brought it [smile]

— You used to feed us dog food, now you’re going to eat dog meat4?

— Why do you think you want to be fed dog food? Wasn’t it to fatten you up?

— Why do you eat dogs, dogs are hot…..dip in the sauce and eat it, it’s more tasty.

“There wasn’t such a plan. There was a little accident, this is ahead of schedule. MengMeng’s family is in good character, he didn’t encounter any resistance.”

— Wait, wait! Does that mean you’ve met the parents?

— I remember it wasn’t long ago that Mang God announced they were off the list, right??

— Oh my god, do you anchors love to race against time so much for the big life events?

— What time in the live of the wedding??

— What time is the live of the son’s first month birthday???

— Is there anyone else who cares that this is a game stream…..

……

40 minutes later

Ling Meng stretched out into a big slouch, flipped over to look and saw Shan Zhu was still live.

Shan Zhu glanced back at him: “You’re awake.”

Ling Meng: ?

“Come and say hello to everyone.”

Ling Meng: ???