You Boys Play Games Very Well

Chapter 36
“Guava?” Ling Meng doubted his own eyes. “Didn’t you say that you don’t watch live streams?” The barrage rolled so quickly that it was difficult to find a person’s message.

The second housekeeper raised their hand in silence.

Housekeeper LittleFlyingTeddy: Lemon Dad, what are the rules of our broadcast room? Some anchors send cat climbing trees to the housekeepers.

“In that case, deliver the cat courtyard?”

Housekeeper LittleFlyingTeddy: To the anchor WeChat.

“…”

Housekeeper Mangosteen: What to WeChat? I didn’t give it.

When Shan Zhu came back from the call, the platform announcement was still floating above the live broadcast room, and then he saw the second housekeeper saying they wanted to send the anchor a message.

[Platform Announcement] User Guava presented the cat courtyard to the anchor Lemon and gave this message of encouragement: No.

[Platform Announcement] User Guava presented the cat courtyard to the anchor Lemon and gave this message of encouragement: This is the first time I saw it; it’s a little funny.

Seeing this be broadcasted, somehow everyone’s minds were filled with the image of a stoic, unsmiling face that said coldly: It’s a bit funny.

Ling Meng was frightened: “Don’t use the platform announcements as a chat box!”

— Meow meow meow? Cat courtyard triple hit?

— I only saw this kind of grand occasion when a hostess broadcasted her birthday.

— Is the mysterious small account a hidden local tyrant? My guava is amazing.

— I’ll bet one lemon that Guava isn’t laughing!

— Guava: If I’m no match for your aliens, then I’ll snatch your man.

— As long as the courtyard is well brushed, there is no corner that can’t be dug16.

On Ling Meng’s list of poop-scooping officials, Guava slaughtered his way to the top, pushing Mangosteen, who had long dominated the lead, to the bottom.

Shan Zhu didn’t show any weakness, immediately replying with three of his own. The chief poop-scooping official of my family’s baby can only be this potent, imposing leader.

[Platform Announcement] User Mangosteen presented the cat courtyard to the anchor Lemon and gave this message of encouragement: This

[Platform Announcement] User Mangosteen presented the cat courtyard to the anchor Lemon and gave this message of encouragement: spot

[Platform Announcement] User Mangosteen presented the cat courtyard to the anchor Lemon and gave this message of encouragement: is mine.

The rubberneckers were excited like they were at a spring festival.

— I, Mang God, have earned millions and I don’t even blink when I brush ten cat courtyards.

— I’m a professional Gua-baby17, purchasing the Fighting Cat prize is no object.

— Mang Blow VS Gua Blow, who can blow more about who took the lead in taking Lemon Dad!

“Don’t waste your wealth, okay?” Ling Meng looked at both of them and felt his heart ache. “If you guys do this again, I’ll stop streaming.”

There was no movement from Guava and Shan Zhu didn’t brush anymore.

Housekeeper Mangosteen: Clever baby, you’re the boss.

“That’s right, don’t always let the evil money corrupt our revolutionary comradery18.”

Housekeeper Mangosteen: Then I’ll brush another one.

Ling Meng: !!!

— 6666 vows to corrupt friendship to the end.

— I originally thought this was a sweet text story, little did I know it’s a sugar daddy story1.

— Fluffy stories have too many breakups, sugar daddies foster true love.

— More valuable than an elegant heart is a rich and overbearing appearance.

“Well, thanks to Guava for the cat courtyard.” Ling Meng ruffled his hair and added, “You’re very skilled at the game. Last time I underestimated you too much, I hope I have the chance to play a serious game again.”

Guava’s user rating rose from level 0 to SVIP in an instant, so his messages were held in the middle and could never be drowned in the barrage again.

Guava.SVIP: Okay.

“Do you need to be a housekeeper?”

Guava.SVIP: No.

Still so silent and cold, Ling Meng now more than ever wanted to know who his large account was.

Shan Zhu certainly wouldn’t let Guava keep going unchecked.

Housekeeper Mangosteen: Anchor, can I order a song from the cat courtyard?

Ling Meng despairingly admitted defeat: “Okokok, sing sing sing, what do you want to hear? I don’t know many songs.”

Housekeeper Mangosteen: In that case, whatever you can sing.

Ling Meng rummaged through the Chinese music library for a long time, chasing down a song he was good at.

“Then let’s sing a song from a singer I like,” his helpless voice accompanied the prelude. “Magnificent Daddy is a game anchor, you forced me to be an entertainment anchor, and nobody can beat that19.”

— What? You’re actually a game anchor?

— What? This entertainment anchor used to play games!

— A game anchor who can’t sing isn’t a good entertainment anchor.

Shan Zhu smiled and turned up his headphone volume, listening to the slightly restrained voice of Ling Meng, sounding like a pupil who just learned to sing, chewing over every word in the lyrics.

“Waiting for you to look up, above the moon, the vast horizon, waiting for the white moonlight…”