You Boys Play Games Very Well - Chapter 71
Chapter 71
Buying a camera was the right decision. It is said that people who don’t usually catch colds have difficulty recovering once they get sick. After Shan Zhu went back to North Hebei, not only did his cold not get better, it instead got worse and worse. It made one’s heart ache to listen to him speak with a hoarse voice.
He couldn’t commentate, he could only play the game, so fortunately there was a camera to appease the powder. Passers-by came in to take a look from the homepage recommendation: Ah? This anchor is silent? Paying attention.
Mang God’s illness was a matter of great urgency to his girlfriend powder, they were crying and giving huge gifts. Ling Meng even saw someone brush a cat courtyard just to send a four-word message: Drink more hot water.
Ling Meng himself was very anxious; first, how could Shan Zhu catch such a bad cold and second, this was his own real-life boyfriend; he hadn’t done much yet but the girlfriend powder had done so much more, so he felt a strong sense of crisis.
Lemon Ma was distraught to find her son’s food intake dropped from three to two bowls. He was already slim, how could he go on like this.
So, two days later, Shan Zhu received a message from Ling Meng asking him to open the door. When he opened it, he was surprised to find Ling Meng standing outside.
“How did you find this place?”
“I asked for your home address.”
“But you said you were arranging a medicine delivery for me.”
“That’s right,” Ling Meng pulled a bag of ban lan gan1 out of his pocket and presented it, “Delivering medicine to the door.”
Shan Zhu smiled and pulled this person in: “My illness will only get better if I take this medicine.”
Mama Shan heard the activity and said: “Hey, this is…..”
Ling Meng covered Shan Zhu’s mouth: “Hello, auntie. I’m Shan Zhu’s xuedi2. I heard he was ill and came to see him.”
He was not going to come out of the closet as soon as he met her, how awkward!
Shan Zhu looked at him with sympathetic eyes. Mama Shan froze, stunned, then greeted him with a warm expression: “This child is pretty thoughtful, come in and sit down.”
Shan Zhu dragged him straight into his room: “How did you get auntie to agree you could return to school from vacation before the term began? I would have been almost better in the next two days.”
“I told her you were so sick you couldn’t stand up and that your muscles would atrophy if no one massaged them.” Ling Meng put down his backpack, “She saw that I had no appetite for food or drink so she took the initiative to pack my bags and send me to North Hebei.”
“No appetite for food or drink?” Shan Zhu held his arm and looked at it, “You did lose a little weight.”
“Oh yeah, only you and my ma can see that I lost two liang (1 kg).”
Shan Zhu held him in his arms. Neither of the two spoke, just hugging quietly for a moment, until Ling Meng poked Shan Zhu.
“Hey….”
“Ah?”
Ling Meng gestured to the bedroom door: “Hmm.”
A boy the size of a junior high school student lazily leaned against the door frame, looking at them and curling his lip in disdain.
“This is your didi, right?”
Shan Zhu let go of Ling Meng: “Shan Zha, say hello to your MengMeng-gege.
“Didi, hi.”
Shan Zha snorted and ignored him: “Ge, sign for me.”
“Sign what?”
Shan Zha raised the A4-sized paper in his hand, “VEGETABLE’s consent form for the youth training squad.”
Shan Zhu refused: “If ma and pa don’t agree, I can’t sign it. Besides, I don’t approve, you’re not old enough.”
“If you don’t sign it for me, I’m going to tell ma and pa that you two were just hugging each other.”
“Wow, at young age, such a cunning BOY!”
Shan Zhu shrugged: “Whatever.”
Shan Zha also felt this threat was of no use against his Ge: “Never mind, I’ll get Shan Yao-gege to sign it.”
“If you really think that’ll work, go ahead.”
“Wait, wait,” Ling Meng called him back, “I remember that you’re 14, right? Isn’t the youth training only for 16+?”
“I’m virtually 15, rounded up it’s 16.”
“Ah? I’m 19 so then rounding up, I’ll be pushing 30.”
“You? 19?” Shan Zha turned to his Ge, “He can change his age, why can’t I?”
Ling Meng: ???
“I didn’t change it! I’m really 19!”
Shan Zhu’s didi was his own didi, Ling Meng’s sense of parental responsibility ignited.
“Child, don’t you think that it’s easy to go pro. It’s a lot more tiring to be a pro than to study, training more than 10 hours a day, with no rest on weekends either.”
“I’m not afraid of exhaustion.”
“Hard work is not enough. Your opponents will all be geniuses, but I’m afraid you can’t even beat me — an outstanding game anchor all are unable to defeat.”
Shan Zha rolled his eyes: “You never know if you don’t try.”
“SOLO three rounds, do you dare? If you win, I’ll admit you have the potential to go pro.”
Shan Zhu looked at him with sympathetic eyes, Ling Meng thought he was always only seeing that look recently.
“Don’t worry, I will show mercy to the junior high school student. But if I make your didi cry, don’t blame me later.”
After three rounds, Ling Meng was beaten to the point of tears.
“Why didn’t you tell me your didi played so well? Aren’t you against him going pro?”
“I’m against it because he’s too young, not because he can’t play well.”
“This fucker is a genius, isn’t he? Just what are your Shan genes? If I were a woman, I’d borrow your sperm.”
Shan Zhu smiled as his shoulders shook: “No borrowing.”
“So I’m going to go pro now,” Shan Zha deliberately said as he walked out of the room, “outstanding game anchor MengMeng-gege.”
“You just wait!”
Ling Meng whispered a few words in Shan Zhu’s ear, Shan Zhu was dubious: “Is he going to say yes?”
“I don’t know, let’s try it.”
