You Boys Play Games Very Well

The mysterious Apple turned out to be the protagonist of today's gossip, Mango Lao?The scene boiled for a second.

--real or fake?I do not believe!Why is the handsome guy so good at playing games?How can someone like me, who is neither handsome nor powerful, live!

——Judging from the process of today's competition, Brother Mango Lao and Mangshen are indeed on par in skills. No wonder Dad Ning said that it is hard to say which of the two is better.

——I really want to see these two people PK a round.

—— Ask Mangosteen to make an appointment with Apple!If it is a man, it will be an upright showdown!

—Is the prize a lemon?don't do this 2333

The phone on the table vibrated, and Shan Zhu sent an aggrieved expression on WeChat.

Shan Zhu: Mengmeng, you betrayed me again [grievance]

When Ling Meng saw the news, the corners of her mouth raised uncontrollably.

Ling Meng: Who told you to be smart and let me take the blame.

Shan Zhu: I intentionally created the illusion of having too many rivals in love, so that those who fall in love with you will quit.

Ling Meng curled up her legs and curled up in the chair, and chatted with Shan Zhu obliviously.

Ling Meng: If I don't expose your feelings, can you turn into a kiwi again next time?

Ling Meng: The voices of the masses are so loud now, do you want to post on Weibo and make an appointment for a mango derby to fight left and right?

Ling Meng: Are you angry like a puffer fish?show me.

Ling Meng didn't realize how devoted she was, but the hundreds of thousands of spectators saw it clearly.The anchor sneaked away, and the audience chatted spontaneously.

——Papa Lemon smiled so sweetly.

——Lemon's father has wine in his dimples.

——If you have wine, do you still have a story?

——Ling Papa, who exudes lemon-flavored hormones all over his body.

——This smile has an urge to brush the cat garden.

——Let Dad Ning leave behind the only one in the eyes of 51 viewers, I bet ten mangoes that person is Mango Lao!

Ling Meng regained consciousness and remembered that she was still in the live broadcast, and looked up to find that the person in the live broadcast was indeed smiling too lewdly.

He immediately patted his face and forcibly turned into a serious expression, but the seriousness did not last for three seconds before returning to its original state, as if the corners of his mouth were iron and the corners of his eyes were magnets, and he was giggling uncontrollably.

——Stop laughing, if you laugh again, I'm going to get drunk.

"What kind of rhythm is it? I laughed because I was happy to win the professional team, okay?

"What about the Erfangguan? The Erfangguan is in charge of these rhythmic ones."

Room manager Qiuqiu little Teddy: Go back to Ning Dad, the second room manager is already drunk and unconscious, so I can't take care of it anymore.

——I just like you who take the lead and rhythm.

——According to scientific research, only people in love can smile so sweetly.

Shan Zhu: Are you starting to miss the days when there was a big housekeeper?

Why did he forget that this guy was also watching the screen in the live broadcast room, Ling Meng immediately made a middle finger in the air.

Ling Meng: Convex

- God!The Qingliu anchor is giving the middle finger!

- God!The anchor of Qingliu gave the middle finger to "you know"!Young birthday!

——Seriously warn this anchor, the studio is for live streaming, not for flirting through the screen!

"Father is really going to silence you." Ling Meng tried hard to raise her face, "Don't think that no one can control you if the eldest room is not in charge."

——Wow, Papa Ning can still think of Dafang Guan.

——The big house manager was mad at you.

——The reason is that only newcomers laugh, but no one hears old people cry.

"And I bet a load of mangoes, you big housekeepers won't ask Apple for a fight."

--Why?I am not such a cowardly person.

[Room] Guava: Apple

If Guava didn't speak suddenly, Ling Meng would have forgotten that the three of them were still in the small dark room.

[Room] Apple:?

[Room] Guava: Let's go heads-up.

Ling Meng:? ? ?

--Meow meow meow? ? ?

——This is... a new round of bloody storm?

——Guava: I will play instead of Mangshen!

——It’s been a long time since I’ve seen such a bustling Shura field, my father Ning is amazing.

"Student Guava, what are you going to do?" Ling Meng asked.

[Room] Guava: He played well.

[Room] Apple: ...Thank you for the compliment.

Ling Meng understands that Guava is a game addict, and he craves skills when he sees a master.At the end of the round just now, Shan Zhu played so beautifully, no wonder Guava wanted to fight.

[Room] Apple: But I can't call now.

Ling Meng remembered and helped him speak: "Yes, Guava, his hands are not good, so he can't play games for a long time."

——Papa Lemon understands so well!

——Is it my illusion that I can hear a hint of maintenance from it?

——Only heard the fact that the relationship between the two is very close.

[Room] Guava: Alright then.

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

[Room] Apple: ...

Not only Shan Zhu thought "...", even Ling Meng thought "...", does this Guava have a hobby of attracting people into the group?

[Room] Apple: No, I have bad hands.

It's a good reason to echo back and forth.

"Guava, I'm curious to ask, is your team short of people now?"

[Room] Guava: No shortage.

"Then why do you always ask people if they want to play professionally?"

[Room] Guava: Can be a substitute.

[Room] Guava: I didn't always ask.

"Okay..." I asked twice, and it was still the same person.

[Room] Guava: But you can come if you want.

Ling Meng wanted to laugh: "What can I do in a professional team at my level?"

[Room] Guava: The mascot.

Ling Meng: ...

Is there no such fierce mascot? !