NOVEL SIMPLE Chapter 17
Chapter 17
Ling Meng himself had no idea why he actually added Shan Zhu as a good friend at that time, but now Shan Zhu had him in his black car2. Unhappy, he puffed out his cheeks during the queue matching, first looking like a hamster, then bulging even more like a pufferfish.
“Look this way!” his roommate raised his phone and took the shot.
Ling Meng couldn’t speak, glaring at him with two big round eyes to intimidate him.
“Did you know if you make a facial expression pack with this, it’ll be super popular?”
Ling Meng angrily aimed at him and blew out all his breath like a pufferfish.
Shan Zhu’s team was in the 3V3 group arena, and the random passer-by expressed his surprise as he marched into the arena.
[Empire] GuestC: Wow! Mang God!!!
[Empire] GuestC: What the fuck? Lemon Dad???
Ling Meng was astounded; the attitude change in attitude was so extreme?
[Empire] GuestC: I’m queued with both of you at the same time. Should I buy lottery tickets??!
[Empire] Mangosteen: We’re in the black (car).
[Empire]GuestC:!!!
[Empire] Mangosteen: Baby, can you speak?
[Empire] GuestC: Yes!!!
[Empire] Lemon: …
— This passer-by knows how to add drama 2333
— Lemon Daddy was so mad he leaked sparks.
— Exhibitionism3 ah, what the hell is this leakage, aren’t lemons afraid of tongue numbness when they give off electricity?
Ling Meng cleared his throat: “I can.”
— Who spoke just now? Is it you, Lemon Dad?
— I don’t believe it! That’s not the voice for the Lemon Daddy that lives in my heart!
— My Lemon Dad is tall and sturdy with a thick beard and thick hands, his voice wouldn’t be cute like a boy’s. ╭(╯^╰) ╮ It must have been GuestC!
“Wait for the next step to go to the front line together; C, guard the space station, okay?”
The passer-by finally figured it out.
[Empire] GuestC: My feelings are that of a light bulb4.
The hostile forces also entered. The Federation players frowned and found that the opposite side wasn’t simple.
[Universe] [Federation] EnemyA: This… Should we resign immediately?
[Universe] [Empire] Lemon: The sons quailing before their Daddy, it’s only natural.
[Universe] [Federation] EnemyB: It’s rare for Lemon Dad to organize a team to fight.
[Universe] [Empire] Lemon: Yes ah, I brought your Godfather along with me.
[Universe] [Empire] GuestC: Haha exactly, that’s me!
[Universe] [Empire] Lemon: …
— This passer-by, you really add a lot of drama!
— Do not block my Mang God camera feed!
— Daddy and Godfather? Interesting /thinking deeply
Ling Meng had talked about making waves, this guy here was the real wave, not modest at all. In the first three minutes, three little minions were sent to knock on the opposite mine car, then harass in the east and sneak attack in the west. Although it didn’t cause any actual harm, it did distract the other side.
[Universe] [Federation] EnemyA: This is excessive, ah.
[Universe] [Empire] Lemon: Daddy teaches you what it means to beat the disgusting undead.
[Universe] [Federation] EnemyA: Dad, you’d better kill me!
The unlucky EnemyA had just finished saying this when he received a warning that the space station had been attacked. The passionate Lemon lay in wait nearby. Although only a handful of soldiers came to guard against retaliation, EnemyA still transferred the large army from the frontlines to the defensive line.
[Universe] [Federation] EnemyA: Fuck, you really did come!
Unexpectedly, when his large army had just withdrawn, the assault troops of Mang God came down like a ghost, smashing several of his towers and reaping the remaining defensive soldiers on the front line.
Mang God, who had completed a successful sneak attack quickly, withdrew at full speed, letting EnemyB who came to the rescue rush to save him. It was quite cost-effective to trade a handful of Lemon’s basic troops for several important facilities across from Lemon’s base.
Of course, the Federation couldn’t just let this bullying happen. They aimed at Lemon, who had been making trouble and apparently had not upgraded his defense facilities, and launched a wave of attack at his base.
“My home base is going to be demolished,” Ling Meng said on the voice channel. “Should I defend it?”
The audience in the broadcast room could no longer deceive themselves by saying that this is passer-by C. Everyone who had held a fiendish image of Lemon Dad was disillusioned.
— My impression of Lemon Dad is that his voice rings out like a loud bell, he strides strongly with the wind, he roars like a lion, and he takes the initiative to be direct. Who is this little boy still smelling of his mother’s milk?? You give me back my Lemon Dad!
— Unexpectedly, the one I’ve been calling Daddy for so long is actually a minor [HuskyVomits5].
“Don’t,” Shan Zhu called back to him. “Use the base backup6 and come to me as fast as you can.”
— Cohabitation invite GET!
— Cohabitation invitation +1
–The fastest cohabitation in history /rolling my eyes
GuestC also turned on his mic, with a heavy voice that was quite consistent with everyone’s fantasy of Lemon.
“The match just started and a base is already almost lost? Damn!”
“What’s up? I told him to do as he pleased!”
“Wuli7 Mang God, you’re the reason he’s being reckless?”
“He’ll make his waves, you guard the center well.”
GuestC with streams of tears as wide as noodles: “If I could go back, I would choose the Federation… ┭┮_┭┮”
Ling Meng ignored his teammate’s tears, drove the backup base car, and rushed to Shan Zhu with all his remaining troops. His own den was blown to pieces behind him.
Shan Zhu wasn’t the least bit idle. He prioritized his upgrade points towards maneuverability. Facing the enemy to divert attention from Ling Meng, he sent the shock troops to wander around. If the enemy was planning to go back and establish defense, they would have left without a fight. Instead, the Federation party tried and failed to catch up to Ling Meng and attack him. Instead, Mangosteen tore them to pieces.
“Your ancestors must have been huskies. You must have originated from the demolition team8.” Ling Meng commented, settling down in Shan Zhu’s base.
“You don’t have to build anything, just keep making explosive ships,” Shan Zhu told him as he maneuvered around.
Ling Meng was thinking along the same lines. He was poor and empty now. Rather than develop slowly again, it was better to bind their fates together.
“I know, share the electricity with me.”
Shan Zhu gave him access to the power supply and then upgraded the power station. After a little while, he saw Ling Meng’s explosive ships being produced one after another.
“I’ll have the Eagle out in five minutes,” GuestC proudly said. He hadn’t been disturbed by the waves from both sides on the rear flank and his full-scale science technology development was way ahead.
“Good, I’ll dismantle the turret on the opposite side first, then wait for you to come out and we can push through in one wave.”
“Simple and crude, I like it.” Ling Meng’s screen was full of explosive ships, densely packed. If the opponent came to scout out the area at this time, they would pee themselves in fright.
— I don’t want to fight against the combination of Mang God + Lemon Dad at all, it’s too shameless.
— You guys are making my heart clench, buddies9.
“If I could go back, I would choose the Empire.” Even GuestC sighed with emotion at the magnificent sight of Lemon’s explosive troops.
The Federation mothership was being produced in a race against time, but a low-pitched alarm began to sound, the clarion call of the Empire’s ultimate weapon, the Eagle.
“Don’t worry, they shouldn’t have enough troops. As long as we weather this wave, we can counterattack.”
“Lemon Dad’s development has sunk beneath the waves. Mang God is running fast. Keep the primary focus on GuestC.”
“Jiayou! Winning against Lemon Dad working harmoniously with Mang God, is it enough for us to brag for a whole year?”
However, after seeing the dense explosive fleet following the Imperial Eagle, these three naive children were struck silly.
“… surrender, eh?”
“… forfeit.”
“How is this playing according to the rules? There’s no sportsmanship at all.”
[Universe] [Empire] Lemon: Don’t surrender, Daddy has brought you gifts, be sure to accept them!
[Universe] [Federation] EnemyA: Dad, such a valuable gift, can we not?
[Universe] [Empire] Lemon: This is all father’s love!
[System] After a fierce battle, the empire achieved the final victory!
Before Ling Meng could give his hospice care, Shan Zhu spoke.
[Universe] [Empire] Mangosteen: Baby, do our boys play games very well?
[Universe] [Empire] Lemon: Fuck!
— Fancy that, Lemon Dad’s hospice care unexpectedly turned into an expletive.
— That is probably the shortest hospice care in Lemon Daddy’s history, isn’t it?
— Feeling sorry for the opponents, they struggled against Lemon Daddy in vain, but didn’t receive the Daddy’s love.
Winding up the game, Shan Zhu was awarded MVP due to his outstanding performance throughout the entire match. GuestC also took the title of best technology development. Ling Meng’s home base had exploded in the match and he earned scarcely any points. Out of heartache for Lemon Daddy, the audience brushed a wave of gifts as tribute in the broadcast room.
“A lot of water friends brushed gifts to comfort you, won’t you come see?”
“Don’t try to trick me into your broadcast room, I won’t be fooled.”
“Ah, you figured it out.” Shan Zhu pretended to act pitiful.
— Shock! A bad anchor is attempting to kidnap a minor!
— Lemon Dad can’t get past the R18 restriction on Mang God’s broadcast room.
“They’re all saying you’re underage.”
“Of course I’m an adult, check my ID if you don’t believe me!”
“People who bring up ID cards as soon as they’re provoked by others are usually young adults.”
Ling Meng gnashed his teeth in anger: “Is it fun to bully me with your powder all day long?”
— Undertaking this job for all the pleasure in my life.
— Every day, we thrive on this joke.
— Thank you, Lemon Daddy, for curing my depression.
“A pornography10 anchor like you, a mass of filthy people as powder, every day they send out filthy barrages – don’t think I haven’t seen them before.”
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— I’m running late, why is there weeping!?
— No one is brushing 666 in the broadcast room. Everyone’s brushing 555. The water friend who just entered the room doesn’t know the truth, thinks something sad has happened.
“How about you make a live broadcast and show me an example of this kind of porn anchor?” Shan Zhu asked in a half-joking manner.
“I’ll stream live,” Ling Meng promised unexpectedly, “I’m going to show you what the clear stream12 in the field of broadcast anchoring looks like!”
@Lemon: At 8 o’clock tomorrow night, this Daddy is playing on Fighting Cat, please look forward to it!
@Mangosteen: Room number? @Lemon: At 8 o’clock tomorrow night, this Daddy is playing on Fighting Cat, please look forward to it!
@Lemon: How do I know! I haven’t applied yet, I’ll tell you in advance! @Mangosteen: Room number? @Lemon: At 8 o’clock tomorrow night, this Daddy is playing on Fighting Cat, please look forward to it!