You Boys Play Games Very Well

Chapter 79

Shan Zhu buying the house was actually a big thrill to Ling Meng. Although Ling Meng also knew that one in a hundred college graduates were totally responsible for a down-payment after graduation, and such an example was nearby and he was also strongly impacted by this direct observation.

Besides, Ling Meng knew better than anyone else, the live broadcast was just a springboard for Shan Zhu; his ambition was on a broader level. After all the distractions had been eliminated, Shan Zhu tried to pick two matches for live commentary and managed to divert nearly one-tenth of the official traffic, which was an extremely impressive achievement for private commentary.

Under the active behind-the-scenes manipulation of Fighting Cat, Shan Zhu finally received his first guest invitation to live commentary in an arena, a major step towards his established goal.

Having been together for a long time, Ling Meng had come to learn that Shan Zhu was a man with a very clear goal: if he wanted to broadcast live, then he streamed. If he wanted to pursue Ling Meng, then he pursued. If he wanted to do commentary, then he commentated. By fulfilling one goal at a time, he would never get lost on the path of life.

Looking at himself, a living salted fish, pushed away by time every day. Being an anchor was a pure impulse. Even though he liked the work, he hesitated over signing up for a career like Shan Zhu and having to stream on a regular basis every day.

Before now, Ling Meng had thought that graduation was still a long way off, but Shan Zhu made him realize it was never too early to plan your life.

The coach of Ling Meng’s junior high school track team had a huge impact on him, so he once thought of becoming a junior high school PE teacher. But the rebellious child, Shan Zha, managed to kill that idea.

He wanted to think it over and the only certainty he had was that The Legend of the Galaxy was still as attractive to him as ever. The people he knew in the e-sports league were very friendly, so he wanted to stay in this circle.

The FRUIT team recruitment staff were frantically @ing Lemon on Weibo as part of their recruitment efforts. Ling Meng carefully considered their options and found that the only job he was satisfied with was personal assistant, in charge of helping the players order delivery, picking up messages, and massaging their shoulders and neck.

But when he casually mentioned the idea to Shan Zhu, he was met with opposition.

“Why are you going to FRUIT? If you really go, wouldn’t Xiang Jiao three times a day be saying he has a headache, fever, and hand injuries? If you really want to be an assistant, come and help me. I’ll pay you.”

Ling Meng didn’t want to get paid by Shan Zhu either. But coincidentally, just days after Ling Meng started thinking, a web show producer found Ling Meng.

The producer described it beautifully: “Our show has with the highest click-through-rate in the industry. Even though it’s an unofficial production, because it’s so popular, it’s often officially chosen to play between matches. The reporter who is in charge of our interviews is sick, so we need someone temporarily for a few shifts, only a few hours a week. Preferably, we want a familiar face in the Galaxy and I think Lemon Dad is the only one for this.”

Ling Meng thought this was perfect in every way. He was happy to promise to come down, only to find out later that he had been fooled. The producers didn’t brag at all, they were number one in CTR¹ in the world with their “I’m Not Black Powder” show acclaimed by millions of Galaxy players.

Each episode of the show picked the trickiest questions to ask the pros, especially poking into their sore spots. The interview targets were often rendered speechless by direct hits. Because this was exactly what the masses loved to see and hear, the reporters were often risked their own necks.

Ling Meng was incredibly suspicious of what “sickness” the last reporter was ill with, but he had already boarded the pirate ship², so he could only commit himself fearlessly to the spirit of self-sacrifice.