You Boys Play Games Very Well

Chapter 31
[System] After a fierce battle, the Alien Rebels won the final victory!

[Alien Rebels] Mangosteen: GG

[Alien Reinforcements] Guava: GG

Ling Meng reached to the side and picked his headset back up. His racing heart had not yet calmed and he wasn’t satisfied seeing such a painless conclusion.

“What kind of GG, ah? At this time, we should say, ‘You’ve grown up very strong, but Daddy is still Daddy’.”

— Even when he commentates, Lemon Daddy is still Lemon Daddy.

— Those kinds of words have to wait until you and Mang God are sharing intimacies4.

— Lemon Dad’s commentary – super pumped up! I leapt to my feet in the last few seconds!

— Can I say at the end when Lemon Dad kissed the monitor, I also kissed my cat hard at the same time 2333 Now I have a mouthful of hair

— You should kiss the monitor and the cat, isn’t that equivalent to kissing Lemon Dad across the screen?

— Are you silly, wherever my household’s Lemon Dad was kissing on the monitor, obviously he was kissing Mang God. Based on Lemon Dad’s screen, I’d wager the kiss of that mouth landed on Mang God’s face.

With regard to all the over-interpretation in the barrage, Ling Meng had already long ago been ready to ignore the words of those people. His voice was hoarse so he guzzled 500ml of water in one breath.

On the screen, the summary screen ended and the two people return to the room. Shan Zhu was ready to offer some modest words in concession, but he saw a line appear on the screen.

[Room] Guava: Do you want to play pro?

[Room] Mangosteen: Sorry, not considering that right now.

[Room] Guava: Okay.

[System] Guava exited the room.

Throughout the game, the situation on the battlefield was fierce, there was a stalemate, then the situation climaxed repeatedly, the final conclusion was hair-raising, and finally the end of the show came unimaginably swiftly. In the end, the mysterious Guava was still taciturn and cold, leaving everyone with only a silhouette of a thoroughly beaten man as he made his exit.

Ling Meng was a little surprised5. It turned out Guava really was a pro. Shan Zhu had won against a pro. Although he wasn’t the one who fought, Ling Meng felt that he could go brag about this for a whole year.

“Everyone must be tired after watching such a fierce match, so let’s have an early rest. I’m turning the broadcast off. Bye-bye6.”

Ling Meng quickly shut down the live broadcast after that, leaving a group of water friends who had yet to fully express themselves staring the dark broadcast screen.

— Who said we’re tired? We can still watch three hundred more matches.

— I thought that since Mang God won the match, Lemon Daddy could at least sing a song.

— Anchor? Hello? Anchor, are you there?