You Boys Play Games Very Well

@Lemon: Temporary intention to broadcast live @网站链接

@Mangosteen: Temporary intention to broadcast live next door //@Lemon: Temporary intention to broadcast live @网站链接

The time difference between the two tweets was less than three seconds. Those who received the special attention notification all went to occupy their seats early, and some of the special attention that didn't work threatened to uninstall Weibo.

This was the first time that Ling Meng and Shan Zhu sat side by side in front of the computer for a two-person live broadcast. The knowledgeable people could recognize it as an Internet cafe couple from the arrangement behind them.

——Respect the main broadcaster, open room live broadcast.

——Two-person live broadcast is required if conditions permit, and double-person live broadcast is required to open a room if there is no condition.

——To show affection is to show affection, what excuse is there to broadcast live?

——It’s time to exchange cat food for dog food again, water friends raise your hands to recharge!

--Gaffer!This way... a bedside lamp is enough.

"Today we will broadcast a cross talk live for everyone."

"Ok?"

"Just kidding, we're still playing live games today."

--No!We will listen to cross talk!

——Who cares to watch you guys play games!

——An entertainment anchor must look like an entertainment anchor!

Ling Meng dug another hole for herself.

"Then tell me, what is the live broadcast? Except for cross talk, I really don't know how to talk about cross talk."

"You father is too lacking in position." Shan Zhu complained about him.

——Our godfather still has a position.

——Dad is doting on us, godfather don't talk.

——Live live boxing guessing, the winner will forcefully kiss the opponent.

——This is good, strong +1

- Guessing and guessing!

Ling Meng thought, how naive, when you Mangshen want to force a kiss, you don't need to guess at all.

"Don't blame me for not reminding you, the big housekeeper is here today."

Mangosteen, the house manager: Today, the big room housekeeper has a happy event, and everyone can talk freely.

——Da Fang Guan is [-] meters today!

——Congratulations to the big room manager!Congratulations to the big room manager!

——The big room management wants to oppose!The anchor turned into a puffer fish!

"You really want my live broadcast room to be blocked, don't you?" Ling Meng said angrily.

--fine!Even if it is blocked, there is still a spare live broadcast room managed by Dafangguan!

——We have a live broadcast room, don't be afraid to block it!

"How about this?" Ling Meng came up with an idea, "I will draw a follower on Weibo later, and the selected person can make a request, as long as it is not too much, I will satisfy it, and it will be counted as my illness. Thank you all for your concern during this period.”

——Well, well, hit me!I promise not to ask for ♂ points!

——The luck of my life is betting on this one time!

"Can I grab it?" Shan Zhu asked from the side.

"Are you a fan?"

"of course."

"That's not OK."

——Mengmeng is cold.

——Mengmeng is heartless.

——Mang's heart is bitter.

- Lemongrass powder for comfort.

"Just draw the fans who commented on the 6th, are you ready? I sent it."

@Lemon: pumping

——@蒙蒙的虎牙: 6

——@孟蒙的呀毛: 6

——@孟蒙的脸冷子: 666

——@梁蒙的eyelashes: 6

——@孟蒙的Appendix: 66666

——@孟蒙的巧坤: 66

……

Ling Meng: ...

"What name did you all change? Who is my tiger tooth... and Mengmeng's appendix, you don't exist anymore, okay?!"

——(Mengmeng's appendix) Huh, don't do this, I'm a piece of meat that fell from your body!

——(Lengmeng's dimples) Ahhh did I snatch it? ? !

——(Mengmeng's dimples) Sure enough, dimples bring good luck! ! !

——Envy and envy.

——Those who love to drink will have good luck.

——Attention allies, don’t make excessive demands!

"Okay, you can ask for Mengmeng's dimples, but be careful not to go too far."

——(Lengmeng's dimples) I, I, I, I'm so excited, let me think about it!

——If you still think about it, just guess punches!

——You can also skip the finger-guessing game and go directly to a forced kiss!

"Kiss is impossible, just dismiss it directly."

"Correct."

"Look at Mang God's words!"

"We don't broadcast this kind of thing live."

Ling Meng beat his chest angrily.

——The anchor of Qingliu hits the chest of the porn anchor with a small fist!

——If you don't see forced kisses, you will be satisfied even if you watch your chest beating.

——(Mengmeng's little punch) ID has been changed [smile]

"Have you thought about it, Dimple?"

——(Lengmeng's dimples) Think it over!Today, Mrs. Haosheng sent a picture of a fan, wanting Mangshen and Mengmeng to live broadcast according to the positions in the picture, and to read the lines on it!

——hhhh I've seen that picture!

- this request 6666

"What picture? And body position? Let me see."

Ling Meng clicked on Aite's Weibo, and saw a picture of himself playing games in the arms of Shan Zhu, the artist was afraid that others would not know that it was him, and wrote a big LEMON on his clothes.

[There should be a picture here, you can search it on the author's Weibo@易修罗尊gambling must win/painter Weibo@好省suuygo]

——(Lengmeng's dimples) Isn't the painting really awesome!

"Where is it so good?" Ling Meng looked contemptuous, "I like realistic painting style, this kind of painting looks like fiction."

——As soon as you cosplay, you will be realistic!

"No, that's too much to ask for. I'm asking for a replacement."

—— Oppose Mengmeng's one-vote veto system!

——We ask Mangshen to express his opinion.

"I feel good."

"you……"

"It's better than guessing fists, right?"

Ling Meng was discouraged: "Okay...are you coming or should I go?"

Shan Zhu leaned back and patted his thigh.

- Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa

——yo yo yo yo yo

——oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Ling Meng reluctantly moved over and sat on Shan Zhu's lap.

"Don't worry, you won't sink." Shan Zhu wrapped his arms around his waist.

"Hey! That's not where your hands are!"

"That's how it's drawn on the picture," Shan Zhu specifically pointed, "Look, isn't it very clearly drawn?"

"Not as low as you hug!!!"

"do not have it?"

——Where did you put it?root!Book!look!No!arrive!

——Why aren’t the tables in Internet cafes made of glass?hateful!

——I can only make up my mind while looking at the picture.

Ling Meng had no choice but to shamelessly sacrifice the big weapon: "You hit my knife!"

When he said so, Shan Zhu was really honest, and he hugged him lightly and stopped moving.

"Is it alright?" Ling Meng said stiffly, "How long are you going to sit?"

——(Mengmeng's dimples) Still have to read lines!

"There are still lines?"

Ling Meng focused her eyes on it: "Our father Ning... is really good at playing games... Oh, cross out the brackets, what the hell?"

He went on to read the next line: "Mengmeng is amazing..."

"This sentence is mine." Shan Zhu interjected.

"...It's yours, don't read it! I'll say it after I finish reading it!"

"Start again. Mengmeng is amazing."

"Shut up, why are you here, come out, come out..."

Ling Meng couldn't continue reading: "What kind of evil lines are these? Isn't this line too evil? Who came up with such evil lines? Do I know how to say such evil lines?"

He uttered evil lines four times in a row, and in the live broadcast, it could be seen that Mang Shen buried his head behind his back, his shoulders trembling uncontrollably.

"They said get out of the room, what are you thinking?" Shan Zhu said with a smile.

"...I was thinking of the room!!!"

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-66666666666666

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Ling Meng returned to her seat angrily.

"I shouldn't have given you scumbags the chance to make demands.

"Also, I appeal to those who can draw. It's not good for you to be able to draw something. Don't you think it's a waste of talent if you insist on drawing such meaningless things?!"

——Doesn't Mengmeng like it?It's a pity, I wanted to recommend the picture of Mrs. Grilled Scallops with Sugar and Pepper.

Ling Meng hesitated: "What is that? It sounds delicious."

——It’s very, very delicious!I am on Weibo, you see!

One minute later, Ling Meng opened a picture, which showed Shan Zhu kneeling and pressing himself against the wall from behind, with both legs forced into the center of his thigh.

The next page also gives a thoughtful explanation.

STEP1: Separate your legs naturally;

STEP2: Guarantee that you can't get rid of it no matter what.

[There should be a picture here, you can search it on the author's Weibo@易修罗尊gambling must win/painting hand Weibo@粑糖酒粤烧食质]

Ling Meng closed the webpage angrily: "Download!"