You Boys Play Games Very Well

The decision to buy a camera was correct. It is said that people who don’t usually catch a cold will find it difficult to recover. After Shan Zhu returned to Hushuo, the cold not only didn’t get better, but it got worse day by day. Distressing.

If he can't explain, he just plays games. Fortunately, there is a camera to appease the fans.Passers-by who came in from the recommended point on the homepage took a look: Huh?This host doesn't speak?attention.

The matter of Mangshen's illness made his girlfriend fans very anxious. They were asking for their health and giving huge sums of money. Ling Meng even saw someone posting four words on the courtyard: drink more hot water.

Ling Meng herself was also very anxious. First, she was anxious about why Shan Zhu had a cold, and second, her real boyfriend didn't do as much as girlfriend fans, so she felt a sense of crisis.

Mother Meng found anxiously that her son's meal intake had dropped from three bowls to two bowls. He was already thin, so what would happen if he continued like this.

So two days later, Shan Zhu received a WeChat message from Ling Meng asking him to open the door. After opening the door, he was surprised to find Ling Meng standing outside.

"How did you find it here?"

"I want your home address."

"But you said you were calling for me to deliver medicine to my door."

"That's right," Ling Meng took out a packet of Banlangen from his pocket, "delivering the medicine to your door."

Shan Zhu drew him in with a smile: "My illness can only be cured by taking this medicine."

Shan's mother heard the movement and came out: "Hey, this is..."

Ling Meng rushed to speak before Shan Zhu: "Auntie, hello, I am Shan Zhu's junior, I heard that he is sick, let's come and see him."

He didn't want to come out as soon as we met, how embarrassing!

Shan Zhu looked at him with sympathetic eyes, Shan's mother was taken aback for a moment, and then greeted him with a warm expression: "This child is quite caring, come in and sit."

Shan Zhu directly dragged him to his room: "How did Auntie agree with you to return to school before school started? I've almost recovered these two days."

"I told her that you were too sick to get up, and your muscles would shrink if you didn't massage them." Ling Meng put down her backpack, "She saw that I didn't think about eating and drinking, so she took the initiative to pack my luggage and send me to Hushuo."

"Don't think about eating and drinking?" Shan Zhu pressed his arm and looked up and down, "It's really a little thinner."

"Yeah, I've lost a couple of taels, and you and my mother can tell."

Shan Zhu hugged him into his arms, neither of them spoke, they hugged quietly for a while, until Ling Meng poked Shan Zhu.

"Hey……"

"Ok?"

Ling Meng pointed to the door of the bedroom: "Yeah."

A boy who looked like a middle school student leaned lazily against the door frame, looking at them with disgust.

"Is this your brother?"

Shan Zhu let go of Ling Meng: "Shan Zha, say hello to your brother Mengmeng."

"Hi brother."

Shan Zha curled his lips and ignored him: "Brother, sign for me."

"Sign what?"

Shan Zha raised the A4 paper in his hand: "VEGETABLE's youth training agreement to join the team."

Shan Zhu refused: "It's useless if my parents don't agree with me, and I don't agree with it either. You're not old enough."

"If you don't sign for me, I'll tell my parents that you two hugged each other just now."

"Wow, such a young, scheming BOY!"

Shan Zhu shrugged: "Whatever."

Shan Zha also felt that threats were of no use to his brother: "Forget it, I'll go to Brother Shan Yao to sign."

"If you really think it's useful, then go for it."

"Wait," Ling Meng called to stop him, "I remember you are only 14, right? Isn't the youth training only accepting those over 16?"

"My imaginary age is 15, rounded to 16."

"Huh? Then I am 19 years old, rounded up or three."

"You? 19?" Shan Zha turned to his brother: "He can change his age, why can't I?"

Ling Meng:? ? ?

"I haven't changed! I'm really 19!"

Shan Zhu's younger brother is his younger brother, and Ling Meng felt a sense of responsibility as a parent.

"Son, don't think it's easy to be a professional player. Being a professional player is much more tiring than studying. You train for more than ten hours a day, and you don't rest on Saturdays and Sundays."

"I'm not afraid of being tired."

"Working hard is not enough. Your opponents are all geniuses, but I'm afraid you can't even beat me, an excellent game anchor."

Shan Zha looked at the sky: "How will you know if you don't try it?"

"Do you dare to play three solo rounds? If you win, I will admit that you have the potential to play professionally."

Shan Zhu looked at him with sympathetic eyes, which Ling Meng always felt seemed to have been seen not long ago.

"Don't worry, I will be merciful to junior high school students. But if you beat your own brother to tears later, don't blame me."

After three rounds, Ling Meng was beaten and cried.

"Why don't you tell me your brother is so good at playing games? Don't you object to him playing professionally?"

"I'm against it because he's too young, not because he doesn't play well."

"This nima is a genius? What kind of gene is your Shan family? If I were a woman, I would borrow sperm to have a child."

Shan Zhu laughed so hard that his shoulders twitched: "No need to borrow it."

"Can I play professionally now?" Shan Zha came out of his room and said intentionally, "Brother Mengmeng, an excellent game anchor."

"wait!"

Ling Meng murmured a few words in Shan Zhu's ear, but Shan Zhu was dubious: "Will he agree?"

"I don't know, let's try."