You Boys Play Games Very Well

Chapter 81
Shan Zhu knew that once Ling Meng set a target, he was more persistent than anyone else, just as when he was in a long-distance race. From that day on, in addition to eating and playing games, there was one more additional thing in Ling Meng’s world.

He watched all kinds of Galaxy videos whenever he had free time – post-match interviews, entertainment shows, serious interviews; watching at dinner, watching before going to bed, watching when he was walking by using his antenna.

He would listen very seriously when Shan Zhu was commentating a match and then at the end of the match would draw up a little quiz about the players.

He would collect all kinds of fresh and interesting jokes from the active communities of various Galaxy players and, before he knew it, his audience had doubled for his streams.

He even, under the lead of the producer, went to the A League as a one-day trainee reporter to interview a team he wasn’t familiar with at all, studying up on the players for a week in order to avoid making low-level jokes.

Shan Zhu’s own desk was completely overrun by Ling Meng, full of his handwritten notes.

The annual Legend of the Galaxy Yearly Award Gala voting channel opened. Shan Zhu took a picture of Ling Meng seriously working and sent it to Weibo to canvass for him.

@Mangosteen: I’ve been wondering if the filter blinded my eyes to make every movement of this man attractive to me, until I saw him like this. No one can resist a man who shines, this hardworking @Lemon is worth your vote.

[MengMeng’s Seriousness.jpg]

Next up was Shan Yao selling meng:

@Yam: Please support my Lemon SAO…..ah, no, Daddy. One vote. [doge] @Lemon

[Even if I’m naughty, Daddy also won’t hit me.gif]

And then Bo Luo singing:

@Pineapple: I love you more and more everyday~ I don’t care if love will have a bitter taste~ the sky is as blue as the sea~ My love is a Lemon Tree~~~ With my moving song, I canvass for @Lemon Lemon Daddy~~~

[If you don’t vote, I’ll sing on a loop, heh heh.gif]

The “I’m Not Black Powder” official account sold misery:

@I’mNotBlackPowderOfficial: Lemon Daddy and Xiao Black’s acting reporter contact is only until the next episode. If you want Lemon Dad to stay just like Xiao Black, please vote with your precious ticket for @Lemon, maybe Lemon Daddy will win most popular male anchor and won’t leave us in his good mood. [Pitiful]

[Lemon Dad Expression Pack Nine Square Grid.gif]

Most incredibly, Xiang Jiao, who had claimed to have forgotten his password, also returned to Weibo and sent two posts:

@Banana: Vote @Lemon

@Guava: Forwarding Weibo//@Banana: Vote @Lemon

— FanA: Xiang God, you finally remembered that you had one……wait, you have two Weibo?

— FanB: And on that day, Xiang God finally remembered his Weibo password.

— FanC: [Ling Meng: Do you still remember your Weibo password? Xiang God: Forgot.jpg]

— FanD: Thank you, Lemon Dad, for curing my male god’s amnesia.

— FanE: When I got the notification, I thought it was a bug.

— FanF: I didn’t get the notification, my special pass must have broken down.

— FanG: Extremely happy to get a notification. I thought my Xiang God was finally spoiling the powder. Unexpectedly I clicked it and found it’s a groupie post.

— FanH: Xiang God really opens his purse for the anchor, I hope this time he can draw a good card [doge]

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Ling Meng knew his own popularity couldn’t be compared to Shan Zhu’s. It was just more fun for everyone to follow suit and canvass for him. He jokingly asked everyone to vote for him when he was live.

“Vote for me, come on, vote for me. That way I’ll be on top of Mang God on the voting list.”

— Save the child, it’s the only chance he’ll ever have to top Mang God.

“By the way, are there going to be a lot of powder on the scene? Holding up the light boards,” he asked Shan Zhu.

“Should be.”

“So, wouldn’t it be pretty sad if no one raised my light board?”

“I’ll give you a lift?”

“Aren’t you going to go down the red carpet with me?”

“I’ll give you a lift as we walk. Of the whole show, you’ll be the most extravagant.”

“Don’t make a fuss,” Ling Meng smiled and pushed him, “Why don’t I hire a few people to lift in advance? Does anyone know what the market rate is?”

— 50 yuan a sign, 100 yuan to lift for the day.

— Lemon Dad, hire me! The light board comes with!

— Hire me, hire me! Just half price!

Ling Meng jiggled his legs with pride, imagining that he had stepped one foot on the red carpet and powder on both sides frantically rooted for1 him. “What will you write with the light boards then? ‘Lemon Dad, Lemon Dad, I’m calling for you’?”

— Such a wise light board, or let Mang God give you a lift, farewell!

— The other side didn’t answer your call and blackened you.

— Lemon Dad: You can’t lift it? Mang God: Don’t dare to not lift.

— Mang God: I can’t lift it……not capable, ah, MengMeng will be angry.

(t/n: for context of these jokes, the character for “lift” is the same as……..get hard)
— While sitting on the kindergarten bus, who suddenly stepped on the throttle???

“Eh, you guys just now, your words can’t be trusted…….Housekeeper, while you’re at it, ban the ones who changed the meaning of lift.”

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