YOU BOYS PLAY GAMES VERY WELL - Chapter 62-64: Shocked! The whole world’s Lemon Daddy opened a room and after actually….

62-64: Shocked! The whole world’s Lemon Daddy opened a room and after actually….

 

This is the NSFW version of the chapter~~

Chapter 62

Ling Meng said the live broadcast was pigeoned again and the powder complained.

— @FanA: Why is the live stream pigeoned on the first day of the pro league? The powder who can’t go to the scene to see the real life Lemon Daddy are pathetic enough, even the live stream is also cancelled.

Ling Meng, while waiting for the barbecue, brushed his Weibo to appease the fans who were howling.

— @Lemon: Sorry, I’m celebrating Guava’s birthday tonight. [Barbecue.jpg]

He also took a picture of the barbecue to prove that he was really out there.

— @FanB: What? The benefit of the cat courtyard is that the anchor himself will actually celebrate your birthday? If I knew, I’d brush it too!

— @FanC: As a food anchor, you won’t stream eating the barbecue?

— @FanD: Asking for a live stream! We want to see Guava too!

Ling Meng looking at his phone also caught the attention of others.

“Lemon Daddy, if it the fans are clamoring for you to stream, you can stream our barbecue.”

“Ah?” Ling Meng didn’t expect Bo Luo to take the initiative to make this offer.

“I’ve never been on your stream. Give me a chance to make everyone familiar with me.”

“But,” Ling Meng looked at Xiang Jiao with uncertainty, “then Guava will lose the camo.”

“I don’t care.” Xiang Jiao remained expressionless.

“The captain’s camo gets lost, he won’t care.” Bo Luo was giving all effort to encourage him, “Quickly live broadcast!”

The well-known Fighting Cat food anchor Lemon said that the pigeoned live broadcast would be live again. The remaining bit of credibility had been fed to the pigeons in Prague Square. Mangosteen powder were also came because they knew their anchor wasn’t streaming, 80% of them were next door.

The first water friends to arrive to the broadcast room saw not Lemon Dad or Mang God, but the excited face of Pineapple waving at the camera.

“Hello, everyone, I’m Pineapple-chan!”

— I’m familiar with you.

— I’m familiar with you.

— I’m familiar with you.

— Wait, wait, why is Pineapple-chan in Lemon Daddy’s broadcast room?

“Because I’m having a barbecue with FRUIT.” Ling Meng finally appeared in the frame and he moved it backwards to reveal Shan Zhu and FRUIT who were dishing barbecue onto their plates.

The Mang God fans couldn’t calm down.

— Ao ao ao, that piece of pork that Mang God sandwiched is mine!

— No, it’s mine! No one can steal from me!

— Mang God Girlfriend Powder heartache for 30 seconds, didn’t you see that the piece of pork has been put onto Lemon Daddy’s plate?

Of course, more were surprised that Lemon was actually eating barbecue with the FRUIT team.

— How can MengMeng and FRUIT be at the same table, is this ‘out of blows, friendship grows’?

— Is it possible FRUIT is retaliating for last time’s rollover, to make MengMeng drunk and in this way, in that way?

— Wait, wait, MengMeng said just now that the pigeoned live was to celebrate Guava’s birthday. Is there a second person on the FRUIT team having their birthday today?

“You’re asking for Guava? He’s across from me.”

Ling Meng turned the phone around. In the frame, there appeared the face of Xiang Jiao calmly picking meat from a lambchop.

“Isn’t this a surprise? Shocking, yeah?” Ling Meng today had the shock of the century and also wanted to shock others.

— What the fuck?? Guava is Xiang God??!

— Xiang God is secretly a male fanatic of Lemon Daddy? Unimaginable!

— Didn’t you watch the post-match interview with Xiang God today?! Cherry revealed Xiang God recently started liking an entertainment anchor who turned out to be Lemon Daddy in the end!

— My lemon’s charm has endless power!

— Shocked! On opening day of the league, Xiang God let out water to the anchor team and dominated the Vegetable team, but actually….

Ling Meng had underestimated FRUIT’s popularity, and especially Xiang Jiao’s. Although everyone on FRUIT had a broadcast room, Xiang Jiao never streamed and his powder could only occasionally catch a glimpse of Xiang God from the broadcast rooms of the other players. Such a rare outdoor stream, the hungry powder naturally wouldn’t miss it. They came to watch Xiang God, Mang God….The water friends, waiting for the six gods, burst Ling Meng’s broadcast room, setting an all-time high record for millions of live viewers.

Such huge popularity naturally also shocked the platform. Ling Meng, without knowing anything, was pushed to the front page. Because of curiosity, a number of people came in to get a glimpse, which naturally included many non-Galaxy players.

— Although I don’t know why so many people are watching them eat, there are a few handsome cute guys, especially the second from the right.

— Unfortunately you came too late, the second from the right and the right are already together (smile)

— What about the left one?

— The left one is all of us (smile)

— To popularize science for the confused friend upstairs, the top “Legend of the Galaxy” team’s members and coaches, as well as two popular male anchors are here.

— Oh my god, this lineup, Xiang God, Mang God, FRUIT, Lemon Daddy… Let me crouch under the table, I’d love to!

— Excuse me, is there a shortage of waiters in your shop? The kind that can barbecue.

— Applying! Not only can I barbecue, I can also spit fire!

— Did Lemon Daddy know in advance that Guava was Xiang God?

“I didn’t know. Although I guessed he might be a pro player, I didn’t expect him to be Xiang Jiao at all.”

— Why would Xiang God watch Lemon Dad live, is it because Lemon Dad plays well?

“I want to ask that question too….” Ling Meng was about to cough up blood.

“He just watched the video of you commentating the alien match of him and Mang God. Then he looked at your broadcast studio,” Ying Tao said, “and asked me to teach him how to recharge his money to send you gifts.”

“Ah? Is that it?” Ling Meng was still very confused.

“Singing is interesting, eating is also very interesting,” Xiang Jiao said without raising his head, “The puffed-up cheeks expression…it’s funny.”

“It doesn’t have anything to do with playing the game?”

Xiang Jiao raised his head, his expression showing a hint of confusion: “You can have fun even if your gameplay is bad. It looks inspiring. Does that count?”

Ling Meng: =_,=

Is this a compliment for me? I’m going to consider it a compliment!

The barrage also laughed miserably.

— Xiang God’s blowing, it’s extraordinary.

— Lemon Daddy with handicapped ambition, the motivational Fighting Cat anchor of the year.

— Now look at MengMeng’s expression, hahahaha! Squeeze the juice, Lao Tie!

— Courageous Daddy, dignified after many years, appears similar to a Grandfather.

— Don’t blame Xiang God, where can you find a game anchor that’s better at the game than him? Luckily, my lemon is a positive energy entertainment anchor!

Ling Meng, who felt wronged, turned to Shan Zhu for help: “Should I really consider changing into an entertainment anchor?”

Everyone booed again.

— Lemon Daddy, don’t throw a tantrum!

— What misunderstanding do you have about yourself, do you still have to change to be an entertainment anchor?

— The confidence that has been lost to Xiang God can only be found in Mang God, who permitted Mang God to be number one Ning blower in the universe.

“Just maintaining your current style is very good,” Shan Zhu handed him a rack of ribs, “Gaming and entertainment, two in one, and besides, I think you play well. You can’t take the vision of the number one ranked player as the standard.”

“Really?” Ling Meng took the ribs and asked in relief.

“You look good. No matter what you stream, someone watches it.”

— WULI Mang God is really a Warm Man.

— I wish the heavens would grant me a boyfriend like Mang God.

— Xiang God is better at playing the game, Mang God gets a full marks in coaxing happiness. Xiang God should learn well. You can’t catch a boyfriend (Lemon Daddy) like this.

— MangNing has been officially stamped and approved, please do not do anything with the GuaNing party.

……

Chapter 63

Eighteen donkeys couldn’t pull the topic back in the broadcast room. At the dining table, there were three rounds of drinking and the atmosphere was somewhat lively. A group of people in the late stages of game-poisoning, what topic could they discuss except games.

Xiang Jiao drank for the first time in 18 years and as the birthday star, was toasted no less than 18 times. When he had drunken too much, he bowed his head and kept silent, which, in the end, was no different from his usual behavior.

In response to the strong demand of the water friends, they also played Werewolf Killing () after dinner. Ling Meng drew the Prophet but no one believed him except for Shan Zhu. Finally it came out that Shan Zhu was the werewolf. Wholeheartedly taking him for someone on his side, Ling Meng’s heart was deceived and the broadcast room brushed the word “MengMeng” in sympathy.

Ling Meng still wanted to play but Shan Zhu had to take a phone call, expression going serious in an instant.

“I have to leave first.”

“I’ll go with you.” Although Ling Meng didn’t know what it was, it couldn’t be very good based on Shan Zhu’s reaction.

The two people hurriedly said goodbye and got a taxi to ride to a bar three kilometers away. At the bar, Ling Meng saw the drunken Shan Yao.

“You shouldn’t have left him alone,” Ling Meng held up Shan Yao’s side, “What should we do now?”

“VEGE’s training base is not far from here. We’ll send him back.”

Shan Zhu had once come to this base to send Shan Yao some things, but he didn’t go in then so Shan Yao’s teammates didn’t know about their relationship.

Everyone at the base was surprised when they saw the drunken, unconscious captain brought back by the famous Mang God.

“Mang God? Lemon Daddy? Do you two know our captain?”

“He’s my tangdi (cousin),” Shan Zhu had no time to explain much, “Where’s his room? I’ll take him there.”

“Oh, oh.”

With the help of his teammates, Shan Yao was sent back to his room. This was the first time Ling Meng entered a pro team’s dormitory room; it was a very simple double room, there were some Galaxy items on the shelf.

Shan Zhu went to the bathroom to wash his hands so Ling Meng looked around the room. He heard movement behind him, turned around, and found Shan Yao was sitting up unexpectedly.

“Why did you get up? Just lie down,” he quickly assisted.

Shan Yao suddenly grabbed him by the arm and his strength was so much that he couldn’t break free.

“Ge,” Shan Yao called him inarticulately.

Ling Meng knew he had been mistaken for the wrong person.

“I’m not your Ge, you lie down first.”

Shan Yao didn’t listen, “Ge, I’m so useless.”

“How could that be? You’re obviously very good.”

Ling Meng was a little anxious. If Shan Yao was useless for playing badly, then what was he, who was described as “able to have fun even when his gameplay is bad.”

Shan Yao muttered out a long series of words again, mostly inaudible to Ling Meng, who vaguely was able to hear such phrases as “useless”, “should not play pro”, “it would be nice to be an anchor like you.”

The tall 1.8-meter boy, holding Ling Meng’s arm, unexpectedly started crying. The impact of this scene on Ling Meng was too big. He tried to stroke the other’s back as Shan Zhu did during the day and gradually made the person go quiet.

Shan Zhu came out to see this scene and hurriedly put down the things in his hands to help. It took the two people a lot of effort to make Shan Yao lie down again, leaving two red handprints on Ling Meng’s arm.

Shan Zhu wet a towel to wipe his face: “He’s under too much pressure. Did I tell you, when he came out to play pro, the family didn’t agree?”

“No.”

“He ran away from home and went to the training camp. And now he’s in a cold war with my aunt, wanting to prove himself by winning the championship.”

Ling Meng understood, but the game was so cruel, there could only be one champion.

They waited until Shan Yao soundly fell asleep before leaving his room. The VEGETABLE players were in the hall and the atmosphere at the moment was a far cry from the joy of FRUIT for their captain’s birthday.

One could see they were still surprised by the relationship between Mang God and their captain. It was too late at night, Shan Zhu couldn’t disturb them anymore, so he asked them to please take more care of Shan Yao and left afterwards with Ling Meng.

Before he left, Ling Meng took a picture of the main entrance of the VEGETABLE training base at night. Ling Meng expressed his feelings as he posted on Weibo: “Some family happiness, some family worries.” Netizens speculated, first the FRUIT barbecue, then a visit to VEGETABLE; Lemon Dad’s true identity was the Galaxy pro circle double agent.

Ling Meng, looking upon the starry sky, was forced to think over a new life philosophy.

“So late, the dormitory is closed, what should we do?”

“I have a bold idea…..”

Ling Meng’s face went red with a “swish,” fortunately it was dark and couldn’t be seen clearly. “Your brake pads are broken again, aren’t they? Do you need me to fix them for you?”

Shan Zhu had enough of teasing this person and just said leisurely: “I meant to go to an internet cafe all night, what were you thinking?”

Ling Meng realized he’d been set up and bit Shan Zhu’s neck in anger.

“Hey, I say to you, this traffic policeman, even if you give a fake ticket, how can you bite someone?”

The two people were clingy, half-kissing, half-cuddling. At night, the things they were ashamed of could be done outdoors without shame over and over.

Finally, Shan Zhu stopped at the door of an internet cafe with Ling Meng on his back. The internet cafe was very open too, the first floor was the cafe, the second floor above was a hotel.

“Downstairs?” Shan Zhu asked knowingly. The two people had drank at night but they also were both at a passionate age. Ling Meng was lying on his back and had a clear sense of what was going on.

Ling Meng bit him on the ear and whispered: “Upstairs!”

Chapter 64

As soon as he made it through the doorway, Ling Meng was pressed against the door by Shan Zhu and gnawed on gently before they went on. The forced separation over the distance from the lobby to the elevator had already left the two people’s hearts itching.

Ling Meng’s neck was being sucked but he was actually also distracted at the same time with worry over the hotel environment.

“Did you notice if that slanted spot on the ceiling at 11 o’clock is a camera?”

Shan Zhu took a moment to peek: “That’s a fire sprinkler.”

“Three o’clock there on the TV…..”

Shan Zhu unscrupulously sealed his mouth up and tasted for a moment before moving back: “That’s an infrared receiver. Galaxy dog, do you have to worry about it?”

Ling Meng knew that he was in trouble again, but pretended to be foolish: “Heh heh…..”

Shan Zhu tilted his head, freely undoing the buttons on Ling Meng’s shirt. Ling Meng didn’t know what expression to show on his face at this time and deliberately lowered his head to watch Shan Zhu’s hand.

He remembered the popular Weibo post from a few days before, “Legend of the Galaxy pro player/anchor beauty hand close-up.” Of the nine hands which where crazily licked by a group of young girls, he recognized Shan Zhu’s hand at a glance. Now the owner of that hand was using his slender-boned fingers to undo the buttons on his clothes one by one. Then the last button was loosened and the hand reached into his shirt to make close, intimate contact with his skin.

Ling Meng giggled and bent his waist: “Very itchy.”

However, Shan Zhu hadn’t touched his sensitive (itchy) area yet and so debunked his lie: “So sensitive?”

As he said it, he also pinched the pink pebble with a frivolous twist. The part of Ling Meng’s that had been decorative for nearly 20 years finally had a practical use. It was as if he had been shocked. He buried his head in Shan Zhu’s neck and grabbed onto the other’s upper arm without looking up, no matter what he did.

Shan Zhu touched all the parts he had access to and finally went back to his ear and continued to tease him with words. “Did you see the barrage?”

This sentence succeeded in drawing out Ling Meng’s curiosity so that he raised his deeply-flushed face and asked very seriously, “What barrage?”

“Shocked! The whole world’s Lemon Daddy opened a room and after actually…..”

Ling Meng knew he was being teased. In order to prove he wasn’t a pure virgin Daddy, he mirrored his actions and pulled his clothes but wasn’t able to rip them off after a few tries. Instead, Shan Zhu used his strength to carry him to the bed.

Shan Zhu’s fingers stayed along Ling Meng’s right waist at this time. Though the surgical wound had long healed, there was still an obvious section of raised scar tissue. Shan Zhu gently rubbed his thumb along his belly in the direction of the scar, this time really making Ling Meng feel itchy.

“Does it still hurt?” Shan Zhu asked in his ear.

“It hasn’t hurt for a long time,” Ling Meng said, twisting his waist to avoid the touch, “Itchy.”

Shan Zhu’s breath on Ling Meng’s earlobe disappeared and then Ling Meng felt something slippery in place of his fingers, swirling back and forth in the same pattern.

Ling Meng’s wriggles became more exaggerated and he couldn’t help laughing out loud: “Don’t lick, itchy!”

Shan Zhu didn’t listen, instead using a little strength to press him down, licking at Ling Meng’s satiny skin. Ling Meng couldn’t twist away, pressing back with his shoulders and panting slightly. A moment later, Shan Zhu reappeared above him and this time Ling Meng was no longer shy, proactively responding to the other’s kisses. Ling Meng closed his eyes, his breath mixing with the familiar exhalations. Shan Zhu’s tongue pressed forcefully between his lips, while, at the same time, he didn’t forget to keep one hand moving back and forth on his bare body.

Ling Meng admired himself for being able to think at such a time: I was touched by one of the nine beautiful hands of the Galaxy, crazy powder are going to want to strip off this lemon’s peel and collect it.

“What are you thinking?” Shan Zhu came to a sharp stop due to his intuition. Sure enough, he caught the person beneath him with a silly smile.

Ling Meng evaded the subject: “Why don’t you douse the lights?”

“Aren’t you a firefly spirit, what use is dousing the lights?” Though Shan Zhu said so, in order to care for Ling Meng, he considerately left on only the faint bedside lamp. Through the dim light and with a hand gently rubbing down below, Ling Meng let out a comfortable hum.

“The little lemon has been suppressed, ba, just now I was being pushed on from the outside there.”

In the weak light, the blushing Ling Meng also bragged: “So what’s the matter, us boys are so energetic.”

Shan Zhu chuckled: “Really? Let me see how energetic you are.”

But as he prepared to break through the final line of defense, Ling Meng suddenly clung to his hand and forced out a sentence after a long moment:

“Fil-filthy development.”

Shan Zhu was amused, such an adorable Ling Meng made people lose control and want to ravish him. Still, his mouth refused to spare him: “That’s not the style Lemon Daddy should have.”

Ling Meng closed his mouth and said nothing, but the strength of his hands didn’t weaken at all.

Shan Zhu had had enough fun, he ducked down and kissed him on the cheek: “Rest assured, we won’t hit the base today.”

Ling Meng released his hand a little bit and Shan Zhu slowly rubbed outside the forbidden zone at a speed he could definitely accept. Ling Meng squeezed his eyes shut tightly. Shan Zhu’s fingers sketched over the contour under the thin layer of underwear and uncontrollable stickiness dyed the fabric in one round spot. Shan Zhu wickedly targeted the center of that spot, pressing down and circling counterclockwise.

Ling Meng found his slow-motion tease a little unbearable and twisted his waist slightly, hinting for him to speed up. Shan Zhu tacitly put his hand inside, directly in contact with the little lemon, instantly giving him the feeling of an electric shock again with a current stronger than before.

While immersed in Shan Zhu’s comfortable caresses, Ling Meng thought how even this place below has been touched by Shan Zhu; next time powder shook hands with him, would it be an indirect touch…..no, Ling Meng forced himself to forget such a disgusting idea.

Shan Zhu couldn’t mind-read, he could only judge Ling Meng’s enjoyment by his intermittent overflowing moans.

“Comfortable?” he asked softly.

“Ah…..”

“Do you want to come quickly?”

“…..mm.”

Shan Zhu sped up, Ling Meng wanted to cross his legs and arch his back, but he was too dazed to know what posture was good to pose in.

“What do you think?”

Ling Meng opened his eyes and lost focus for a short time: “This 350+ APM hand speed is helping me jerk off.”

“Faster than your own?”

“My hand speed isn’t bad either.”

Ling Meng frantically rambled in an attempt to distract himself, in order not to give in so quickly. He could obviously ride a bike more than 10 kilometers, how could he hit the bottom of the gas tank after 3 kilometers while using a substitute driver?

Shan Zhu saw through him without revealing it and changed the angle and speed in order to let him enjoy a little while longer. Ling Meng sat on the variable speed racing bike. For a little while, it was so fast he began to tremble from head to toe and for the next while, it was so slow that he couldn’t help but shift up and down rhythmically.

“I’m good at driving, aren’t I?” Shan Zhu asked him for approval.

Ling Meng gasped shakily: “A roller coaster?”

“Let’s go with a log flume, the kind that ends with a splashing spray.”

Ling Meng couldn’t answer, he was speechless and had to gasp for breath. But Shan Zhu chose to block his mouth at this time with a kiss, appropriating the small amount of remaining oxygen, so that he could only whine in protest.

By the time Shan Zhu’s other free hand pinched the sensitive nub and twisted back and forth, Ling Meng couldn’t even whine. He trembled in excitement, firmly clinging to Shan Zhu’s arm, and didn’t know if he wanted him to loosen his hand or grip harder.

He sat in the torrential current in a rocking car, climbing step by step to the highest point of the entire track, diving to the end at great speed and stirring up a tall spray.

Shan Zhu wickedly held the hand that was stained with lemon juice in front of Ling Meng: “Does Lemon Daddy want to say hospice care?”

“…..Daddy did his best, it’s worth your while to die in Godfather’s hands.”

He tried to reach the tissue on the bedside table for a long time, but the hotel service was inhumane putting it far away so in the end Shan Zhu had to get up to get it.

After wiping his hands, Shan Zhu lay down beside Ling Meng and brought their faces close together: “For the sake of this anchor’s hard work, give him a kiss?”

Ling Meng graciously kissed him and poked his pectoral muscles twice with his index finger: “666.”

Shan Zhu hugged the precious man, then grabbed Ling Meng’s hand and pressed it on his handbrake: “Can I try your hand speed?”

Ling Meng also wanted to show off his substitute driving skill like Shan Zhu. He worked hard for a long time to the point of sweating, but Shan Zhu was only hard with no sign of shooting.

“You’re hanging open…..” he complained.

“That’s how long us boys last.”

Ling Meng unceremoniously pinched down: The lethal handle in my hands dares to be so arrogant.

Shan Zhu decisively fired the surrogate driver and rolled him over. Once again, the half-soft little lemon was forced to hardness and at the same time, he put his stiffness in the crease between his cheeks and started rubbing. This behavior made Ling Meng feel threatened that he was about to force himself in.

“We agreed not to hit the base!” Ling Meng reminded him to keep his word.

“I’ll just knock the tower against the doorway,” Shan Zhu really was just rubbing the outside. Ling Meng’s breathing got heavier due to his movements and he couldn’t bear Shan Zhu hitting there for such a long time.

As they neared the climax, Ling Meng tried to twist his head and the two exchanged a long, fiery deep kiss.

“Come again?” Shan Zhu, who had just shot, was obviously still very spirited as he looked at him with bright eyes.

“…..Was there viagra in the barbecue you ate last night?”

“That was just one game.”

“I played two rounds.”

“Best of three?”

“Rejected.”

Shan Zhu looked a little pitiful: “I also wanted to try to get in that picture’s position.”

“What picture?”

“Didn’t that circle on Weibo share the pictures they drew of you?”

Of course, but it was just that Ling Meng didn’t expect Shan Zhu would remember the @ notice.

“I don’t want to. Driving when fatigued is dangerous, life and death separated by just a moment.”

Shan Zhu could see Ling Meng was really tired, so he kissed his forehead in apology and gathered him into his arms.

“Then go to sleep, the future is long.”

Anyway, he wasn’t ready for more yet. Ling Meng yawned, fell asleep in a daze, thinking that he would have to hunt down all the bloggers who had drawn him so much on Weibo, one by one.

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Footnotes:

1. lose the camouflage (掉马甲): internet slang for online pseudonym/sockpuppet will be revealed

2. male fanatic (迷弟): mi di, literally fan brother, slang for fervent male fans

3. in this way, in that way (酱酱又酿酿): sauce and brewing; internet slang for “making love”

4. popularize science (科普): internet meme, means to explain something in detail to nonfans

5. Lao Tie: old iron, slang for old pal/bosom buddy

6. warm man (暖男): a man with a heartwarming aura; a man whose personality makes him the ideal bf/husband

7. birthday star (寿星): god of longevity, term for person whose birthday is being celebrated, typically for elderly people

8. family happiness (阖家欢乐): saying meaning “the family is happy” used for formal occasions

9. @ (艾特): internet slang for tagging/mentioning/replying on social media, same pronounciation of “at” like in English for the @ symbol

10. the future is long (来日方长): idiom, plenty of time in the future, there are many years ahead of us, etc.; used as slang euphemism that there will be time for sex in the future

11. filthy development (猥琐发育): gaming slang from Honor of Kings, meaning to lay low, progress steadily, and avoid directly fighting strong enemies; aka, go slowly

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