You Boys Play Games Very Well

Chapter 47
— @FanA: Sofa!

— @FanA: ???

— @FanA: The front drainage is a bit deep2, ah, I don’t want to sit on this sofa.

— @FanB: Mang God, this is….a confession?

— @FanC: I think it’s just a quote of a good passage.

— @FanD: Is there a missing term at the end – the name of the recipient?

— @FanE: My Mang God posting chicken soup love quotes on Weibo? This painting style isn’t right.

— @FanF: I thought it was the wrong person and almost unfollowed.

— @FanG: Although it’s chicken soup, it’s somewhat touching. I respect it.

— @FanH: Knocking on the blackboard. Do you see this emphasis? He, unusual, ah — he.

— @FanI: Therefore this one must be @Lemon

— @FanJ: @Lemon

— @FanK: @Lemon

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— @FanZ: Quiet down, okay? I think Mang God’s account has been stolen. There’s this special kind of zombie powder3 group that hacks Weibo accounts. Along with these chicken soup messages, the Weibo will post a bunch of hot topic micro-business ads. Tell Mang God himself quickly to change his password! @Lemon

Ling Meng, who had received a lot of notifications that morning, repeatedly read over Shan Zhu’s Weibo, bringing the phone closer to his face and turning it upside down to look at it. He didn’t understand what he meant.

Ling Meng: Has your Weibo account been stolen?

Shan Zhu was slow to reply, making Ling Meng think, could it be the phone also stolen along with the stolen Weibo?

By the time Shan Zhu sent a reply, Ling Meng had just finished a nap.

Shan Zhu: No.

Shan Zhu: I went out with my friends and just now saw it.

Ling Meng scoffed, what friends, oh, playing so attentively he couldn’t even look at his phone, is anything in the world more interesting than your phone?

Ling Meng: Oh, you suddenly copied a chicken soup quote and scared me.

Shan Zhu: It’s not a copy.

Ling Meng: ?

Shan Zhu: Expressing my feelings4

Ling Meng: You aren’t really in love, are you?

Shan Zhu: Mmm.

“Mmm?” He asked a rhetorical question, what does it mean to answer “mmm”?

Mmm, it’s not true.

Mmm, I’m really in love.

Ling Meng thought that it was more likely that the latter was true. So this guy Shan Zhu really fell in love. His boyfriend should be the one who he was out with just now. Playing so much that he didn’t reply to the message in the usual time, because Shan Zhu wasn’t even looking at his phone.

In the future, there would be no Mang God food delivery. Shan Zhu would only deliver breakfast to another person.

He wouldn’t run together with him in the morning; anyway, the sports meet was already over.

He wouldn’t ride in the black car together with him; that was just faking gay to sell rot on the broadcast.

Ling Meng looked over Shan Zhu’s Weibo post from top to bottom again. With a vicious heart, he thought, A person who can shine, who, someone bald?

The others in the dorm all packed their bags to go home one after another. The Dragon Boat Festival was tomorrow. Ling Meng’s friends were all locals and they promised to bring delicious food back for Ling Meng.

After a few hours, the dormitory was empty except for Ling Meng.

Alone on the holidays, Ling Meng was feeling a little homesick. He opened a WeChat three-person group to call out to his mother.

MengMeng: Ma! Happy Zongzi5 Festival! Want to eat meat zongzi! The zongzi over here are all too sweet!

MengMeng Ma: Son, tell me the truth.

MengMeng: Spill?

MengMeng Ma: Do you have a girlfriend?

MengMeng: Hah??

MengMeng Ma: Did you do something bad with other people?

MengMeng: Hah???

MengMeng Ma: Call Me Daddy.gif

MengMeng: ….

MengMeng: No! Ma! Listen to my explanation!

MengMeng Ma: Daddy Doesn’t Listen.gif

MengMeng Ma: Daddy Doesn’t Need To Explain.gif

MengMeng: Why is even my mom brushing the expression pack??! Dad, look at her!!

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MengMeng: Dad!!!