You Boys Play Games Very Well

Chapter 5

Weibo and the forums once again became lively, but this time it was replaced with “We boys play games so fiercely!”

Ling Meng was brainwashed by it all day long and eventually turned to reading the huge number of comments all with the same sentence in an infinite loop. At the end of the season, Ling Meng regretted the he didn’t earn the star diamond medal. He put all the blame on Mang God’s account.

At the beginning of the new season, Ling Meng worked hard and was determined to get revenge on Mang God.

He have never before watched a live broadcast so he had to register a Fighting Cat account and then he spent a long time in Mang God’s broadcast room. When Mang God opened the live broadcast, he arrived faster than the housekeepers (moderators). When Mang God wasn’t live streaming, he studied the other party’s match videos over and over. He vowed to find out the other’s skills and tricks, as they say know the enemy and know yourself and you can fight a hundred battles with no danger of defeat.

He watched during the day and at night and after class. His roommate even teased him about whether he had fallen in love with Mang God and he had no presence of mind to refute it. There was only one person’s voice occupying his thoughts.

Therefore, such a scene was often seen on the campus of Yanshan University: a boy staring at his mobile phone while walking, which made people wonder if he was using an antenna or radar instead to navigate the roads.

Today, on the way to the dining hall with his antenna activated, Ling Meng bumped solidly into a man. Because he kept his head down, his head hit the other’s chest.

“I’m sorry,” Ling Meng said, rubbing his reddened forehead.

The man took a casual glance at his phone: “It’s okay.”

Ling Meng heard these two words and his nerves flared across his whole body. He had immersed himself in Mang God’s commentary for many days and was so familiar with this voice that he could recognize it even if the tone changed.

“MengMeng, what’s wrong with you?” his roommate saw Ling Meng was frozen in place so he turned back and called out.

Ling Meng roused as if waking from a dream and quickly turned back. The man was long gone already.

“Hey!” his roommate came back and patted him on the shoulder. “What are you looking for? Let’s go to dinner.”

Ling Meng anxiously grabbed his roommate’s arm: “The man just now was Mang God!”

“What the hell?” his roommate looked at him in disbelief. “How can Mang God be at our school? I’ve been saying that you’ve watched too much of Mang God recently.”

His words reflected reality. Ling Meng also wasn’t too certain: “Has Mang God ever shown his face on the live stream?”

“No,” his roommate answered with certainty.

Ling Meng turned to think, what about the face? He hadn’t clearly seen that person who had appeared before him.