You Boys Play Games Very Well

While Shan Zhu was answering some questions from the water friends about tonight's game, the bedroom door was quietly pushed open, and a small head poked in.

Shan Zhu:?

Ling Meng silently pointed to the computer, and Shan Zhu understood.

"I'll be here tonight first, and if I have time tomorrow, I will do a review."

——What are you doing, Mangshen also downloaded the broadcast just after Ning's father left?Arrange to elope together?

——How would I live tonight without Papa Ning and Mangshen's live broadcast.

——I could smell something dirty through the network cable.

"The broadcast is down, good night everyone."

Shan Zhu turned off the live streaming software, looked up and asked Ling Meng, "Why are you here?"

In fact, Ling Meng just wanted to come over and take a look: "It's nothing, I want to congratulate you in person."

"It's just a friendly exchange. I see that each of you takes it as seriously as the World Cup final."

"It was already at the level of the World Cup final."

Ling Meng pulled up a stool and sat down next to the computer. It was the first time he came to Shan Zhu's dormitory, and the other party's keyboard and mouse were also professional-level configurations.

"Speaking of which, I haven't seen your commentary yet. What are they talking about... the kiss of Lemon Papa? What is that?"

"It's nothing!" Ling Meng hurriedly clarified, "It's nothing to watch, don't read it, it's not as good as you."

Shan Zhu is not in a hurry, there must be someone videotaping tonight's game, and it is estimated that it is still compressed and uploaded at the moment, and it will be available tomorrow at the latest.

"Why don't you play professionally?" Ling Meng asked.

"Playing professionally is very hard. I have to practice more than ten hours a day. I just want to treat games as a hobby... Do you want me to play professionally?"

"That's not true, I just think it's a pity. You have beaten people who practice more than ten hours a day for playing in your spare time."

"Just one time can't explain anything. Professional players sometimes miss, and amateur players also perform exceptionally well."

Ling Meng nodded, expressing agreement with Shan Zhu's words.

Seeing Ling Meng like this, Shan Zhu suddenly had a thought.

"Actually, I can't play professionally."

His eyes drooped slightly, and he seemed a little disappointed.

Not wanting to fight and not being able to fight are two completely different states of mind, Ling Meng asked urgently: "Why?"

"I have chronic tenosynovitis, and my hand will hurt after holding the mouse for a long time." Shan Zhu raised his right hand with lightly clasped fingers, "Like the round just now, the game was too intense, and now my hand is a little stiff and I can't move it."

Ling Meng was a little anxious after hearing this: "Then what should I do?"

"It's not a big problem, it will recover automatically after a while."

"Is there no cure?"

"It can only be through physical therapy. If you rub it more, you will heal quickly." Shan Zhu said without changing his face.

Kneading is not easy, Ling Meng volunteered to grab Shan Zhu's right hand: "I will help you."

"Is it here?" He referred to his usual uncomfortable position. People who often hold the mouse will have a little sore tendon.

"Slightly out, rub it counterclockwise with your thumb, yes, that's it."

Ling Meng did as she did and saw Shan Zhu frowning slightly.

"Does it hurt? Bear with it."

"It hurts when you knead it, but it's fine when you knead it."

"What kind of inflammation are you talking about? It's commonly known as mouse hands, right?" Ling Meng lowered her head and worked hard, "Sometimes I also get it after playing for a long time."

"Then let me rub it for you later."

"I don't feel any pain right now."

Shan Zhu's plan is empty, which is a bit of a pity.

Ling Meng was distracted by rubbing, and raised Shan Zhu's hand to look left and right.

Speaking of which, Shan Zhu's hands are slender, with well-defined knuckles, rounded and neatly trimmed nails, and there is not even a single mole or scar on his hands.

It's not like Ling Meng's right hand has two indelible tooth marks on the tiger's mouth, which were bitten by himself when he was bored when he was a child.

Thinking of Shan Zhu's comment about him as the year of hand play, according to this standard, Shan Zhu's siblings can play for three years. Imagine such slender fingers typing quickly on the keyboard, anyone will find it pleasing to the eye.

"What are you looking at?"

"It's nothing."

Ling Meng touched the acupuncture point and pressed it hard twice, then let go, "Is it better now?"

Shan Zhu accepted it when he saw it. He moved his palm and praised: "It's much better. Your skills can be used as a team doctor for a professional team."

"How can there be any technology?" Ling Meng said shyly, "It's all long-term illnesses."

"It's a pity that I still don't know who Guava's trumpet is." Ling Meng regretted.

"He is very good, and there are not many people who can reach this level in the national server."

The implication is that as long as you work hard, you will be able to find him sooner or later.

"That is to say, it's fine if he doesn't want to make it public." Ling Meng waved his hand, "It's too late, I'm going back."

Shan Zhu glanced at the time: "There is still more than an hour before the lights are turned off, do you want to wait for another round?"

"Aren't your hands hurting? It's better not to, take a rest."

"Then hit me and watch."

"Here? Using your account?" Ling Meng became interested.