You Boys Play Games Very Well

Ling Meng was wearing a waiter uniform with a white shirt and black vest, hiding under the booth and swiping her phone.I don't know where the girls in the class rented this uniform from. The vest is very tight, even for someone as thin as Ling Meng, it's a little hard to breathe.

"Student, please excuse me, thank you for a glass of lemon ice."

"We haven't opened the stall yet..." Ling Meng realized something was wrong in the middle of speaking, he was too familiar with the owner of this voice.

Sure enough, when he looked up, he saw Shan Zhu who was also dressed as a deacon, but the difference was that the other party was wearing a long black coat, which made him even taller and slender.Ling Meng was used to Shan Zhu's casual attire with slippers, but suddenly he was in uniform, which made Ling Meng realize that there is no upper limit to the attribute of being handsome, which made him a little jealous as a homosexual.

"Why are you here?"

"You've been here for a long time, didn't you realize that our booth is next door?" Shan Zhu pointed to the eye-catching big mango in front of the booth next door.

"Uh...yes, what a coincidence." Ling Meng didn't want to admit that he had been sitting here swiping his phone since he came here and never moved at all.

"Bow tie." Shan Zhu pointed at him.

"what?"

"The tie is crooked."

"Ah?" Ling Meng stretched out her hand to straighten it, but it turned even more crooked.

Shan Zhu bent down: "I'll help you."

Ling Meng let him do it, and complained casually: "This vest is so tight, it's so tight that I can hardly breathe."

Shan Zhu helped him adjust his bow tie, and loosened his waistcoat: "But you look good in it." It seemed that his waist was very thin.

"Really..." Ling Meng didn't particularly agree.

There was a lemon brooch on his chest, and Shan Zhu fiddled with it, "Lemons are also very cute."

"This is a small gift we prepare for customers. I will get one for you later."

"Ling Meng!" Xihua came over with a stack of leaflets, "Can you please take these coupons to the square and distribute them?"

"I happen to be going too, let's go together." Shan Zhu continued.

Xihua found that there was a handsome guy she didn't know: "This is..."

"The senior at the booth next door, my friend."

"It seems that both of us are not worried about sales today."

"Ah? How do you tell?" Ling Meng didn't understand.

Xihua stuffed the flyer into Ling Meng's arms: "Go quickly before the stall opens, it will be busy later."

Ling Meng took it with a blushing face: "Then I'll go."

It is very eye-catching for two handsome men in uniform to appear in the central square at the same time. Many people along the way secretly took out their mobile phones to take pictures.

"There is a young lady taking pictures of us at eleven o'clock." Ling Meng looked at the road and said as he walked.

"Your way of reporting is exposed. Only Galaxy players like to say that there are allies at seven o'clock and enemies at four o'clock."

Ling Meng thought for a while, and it seemed that this was the case: "Can you blame me, I'm a Xinghe dog in the first place."

"Either pretend not to see it, or turn your face away, look at the camera openly, and then smile."

"You're a faceless Internet celebrity who knows more than me." Ling Meng muttered, suddenly raised her head to meet the person taking the photo, and hastily pulled out a stiff smile.

It is now nine o'clock in the morning, and tourists have already entered the venue one after another.There are many people like Ling Meng and the others handing out leaflets. Thanks to this face-controlled world, the leaflets they handed out are rarely rejected.However, Ling Meng's shy physique is that the more unfamiliar girls he sees, the more nervous he becomes. He only dares to pass flyers to boys, and when a girl passes by, he lowers his head and pretends not to see them.

"Most of the people who like to eat mango and lemon ice are girls. You can't just give them to boys like this." Shan Zhu instructed him with practical actions, and specially selected girls to give them as gifts.

Seeing that she had an idea, Ling Meng followed behind Shan Zhu, and when Shan Zhu sent him a card, he inserted it right away, just like a little follower.

There are more and more people in the square, so naturally there are bold girls who come up to beg and strike up a conversation.

"Is this your booth?"

"Yes, you are welcome to sit down when you are tired from shopping." Shan Zhu's invitation sounds hard to refuse.

The girl looked down at the flyer: "I like lemon ice the most, where is it?"

Shan Zhu gave Ling Meng a slight push, and Ling Meng said reflexively: "A38 in the West District, opposite the cherry blossom tree, there is a big lemon in front of the stall, which is easy to recognize. Besides lemon ice, we also have watermelon ice, strawberry ice lemon tea Grapefruit tea and sour plum soup, with coupons, you can get [-] off when you spend [-]."

His answer like an endorsement successfully amuses the girl: "Will you be there too?"

"I, I'll go back later."

"Then I must go."

"Oh..." Ling Meng managed to hold back a sentence, "...then I'll wait for you."

Turning her head, Ling Meng noticed that Shan Zhu looked at him a little strangely.

"Then I'll wait for you? Isn't your flirting skills pretty good?"

"I was in a hurry and couldn't think of what to say."

"You call yourself father in the game every day, why do you see girls so nervous?"

"Can it be the same? There are rough guys in the game."

"What about your female fans? Are you shy towards them?"

Ling Meng felt that this question was asked inexplicably: "I'm not you, how can I have female fans?"

"Of course you have, for example... your mother-in-law fan, and your second-bedroom supervisor."

Ling Meng thought about it for a while: "Oh... I treat them as boys."

Shan Zhu sighed: "It seems that you can only be a father in words."

"What do you mean?"

"It's nothing."