Chapter 1
“Legend of the Galaxy” was an e-sports game that was popular in the world. This strategy game, which included single and multiplayer battles, had become popular among young people once it was launched.
After a successful push, the campus of Yantai University was quickly swept by the “Legend of the Galaxy” heat wave, and the number of players was almost equal to the once-popular “Pale Soul OL”.
As a freshman, Ling Meng had become an Internet addict. With his excellent game performance and strong personal style, he was successfully ranked at the bottom of the Galaxy celebrity list.
Unfortunately, his reason for being famous was basically unrelated to his excellent game performance.
On the Galaxy celebrity list, the comments on Lemon were written like this:
—Lemon, who has been wandering between god and star diamond ranks for a long time, is famous for his poisonous tongue, but all the players who are defeated by him can receive the “Lemon Daddy Hospice Care”, from the public beta up until now with no exception.
—What they call “success belongs to the preserving” – Lemon always mocks losers, so that the majority of Galaxy players love to hate him, and so the Lemon Daddy Black Powder1 Club was born. Some people even want to get that dying message so they purposefully make an effort in matches to be defeated.
Ling Meng himself didn’t have an opinion about the comments related to his poisonous tongue. While secretly loving it, he also pretended to hate the black powder group created by his audience. Every day, watching that group of “friends” make his own quotations into an expression pack to fight with each other became one of his pleasures alongside the game.
Today’s Poison Tongue Ling Meng was still active on the front line of the “Legend of the Galaxy” battlefield.
Chapter 2
[System] After a fierce battle, the Federation won the final victory!
[Federation] Lemon: Remember the sight of I, your Daddy’s, great lofty back, it will guide you forward on the road ahead.
[Empire] GuestA: Haha! Successful LOOT [Lemon Daddy’s Hospice Care], screenshot!
When his roommate came back to bed, that just happened to be on the screen. The roommate, who was knew Ling Meng well, couldn’t understand this world no matter how many times he saw it. “It’s only an opponent of yours who could be so happy to lose a match.”
Ling Meng took this as a compliment and, shaking out his legs, queued up his next match. He was playing his daily 1V1 speed battle challenge, with a game reward available as long as the player won three matches in a row.
The “ding” sounded. Ling Meng entered the single-player interface and Mangosteen’s impressive ID appeared on the screen.
“Unexpectedly, you actually sniped Mang God?” the roommate who was still looking at Ling Meng’s computer came up excitedly and said, “No way, how can you match up with him?”
Because of the huge reputation of the ID, Mangosteen was known as the Mang God by a large amount of water friends2. He is the S-class signed anchor of the Fighting Cat3 live platform. He conquered male powder with his superb game skills and received female powder because of his beautiful magnetic voice. He was a veritable king of popularity on the Galaxy celebrity list.
“The Legend of the Stars” had only 500 spots in the highest rank of cosmic god, followed by Ling Meng’s star diamond rank. The range from star diamond to god rank was referred to as “God”, while Ling Meng was at the top of the star diamond. If he won 3 to 5 times, he could ascend to God, but the god-level masters were like a cloud, often beaten down after a few rounds. Mang God had long stabilized in the top 30 of the national rankings, so theoretically it was unlikely for these two people to be matched together.
“Who knows? Maybe he hasn’t played this season.” Ling Meng puffed up his cheeks like a hamster with peanuts in its mouth. His roommate has always thought that Ling Meng was the most suitable game anchor, because, when he played the game, his expressions were too rich, enough to make a set of expression packs.
Ling Meng randomly arrived at the Imperial side, and from time to time sent a fleet of spaceships in a harassing wave. Mang God deserved to be called Mang God, he knew his actions like the palm of his hand. He got out of the protective cover early, easily intercepting Ling Meng outside the space station. He also led stealth troops to attack Ling Meng’s mining car.
Ling Meng’s resources were cut off, making his development was slow. He made one last desperate effort, putting all his eggs in one basket, but his opponent’s mothership had been waiting for this exact moment to explode the back of his chrysanthemum.
This 1V1 battle ended with a unilateral hammering of Lemon by Mango. When the huge failure sign appeared on the black and white screen, his roommate, who watched the whole match, couldn’t help but rejoice in his misfortune: “Haha, can I see how you say your comeback this time? I’m afraid your “Lemon Daddy” title is not safe anymore.”
“What’s the matter?” Ling Meng didn’t care. “The other side is highly skilled. As a mere nobody, I don’t lose face by losing to him.”
“Are you sure you’re a nobody?”
“Of course, I know that he is Mang God, does he even know who I am?”
The announcement system popped up.
[System] After a fierce battle, the empire achieved its ultimate victory!
As always, Ling Meng pressed Enter to activate the chat box.
[Empire] Lemon: You boys play games very well~
“What the fuck!” Once again, his roommate was shocked by Ling Meng’s shameless face. “There really are brazen people like you!”
“All said, Mang God won’t commit my little ID to memory.”
Ling Meng’s voice had just fallen silent when the door of the dormitory was knocked open. The student in the opposite dormitory stumbled and ran in, leaning against the door and laughing out of breath.
“Are you in the middle of an episode of laughing epilepsy?” Ling Meng asked unkindly.
The classmate pointed at him, pleased as punch: “You boys play games very well!”
Ling Meng was stunned speechless.
“You still don’t know? Just now Mang God was streaming!”
Ling Meng was dumbfounded. After a few seconds, with a wail, he rushed to the opposite dormitory. His classmate’s computer was pulled up on the live broadcast of Mang God. The number of online users up to five figures and he saw it was about to break six.
The match had only just ended. With the live picture of LOADING, the barrage was rolling wildly. Everyone was repeating the same sentence:
“You boys play games very well~”
“You boys play games very well~”
“You boys play games very well~”
At that moment, Ling Meng sure had great thoughts of this Uncle Mang God. What was the value in live streaming a god-level player running to the star diamond ranks to play 1V1? (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻
Chapter 3
The next day Mangosteen VS Lemon’s video hit the internet, curious Ling Meng went to Station B (Bilibili) and watched it over and over. As soon as Mang God’s voice came out, man people began to lick the screen: *lick lick lick*
“Sorry, this semester is too busy, I barely played in the qualifying tournament and my broadcasts have only been live a few times. I’m taking advantage of today’s free time to do the daily challenge. However, the battle level isn’t high. I hope everyone won’t be disappointed.”
Ling Meng wanted to smash the table. Although the star diamond can’t compare with the god level, it’s at least the second echelon. Many people still can’t reach this level – how could Mang God give them the cold shoulder?
After a short wait, his own account popped up on the battle interface.
“The first round of the match has come out…”
Maybe it was his own imagination, but Meng God laughed softly at this time. He was wearing headphones and the other person’s voice was breathy in his ear. A chill ran over Ling Meng’s entire body.
At the same time, the barrage also fervently scrolling:
— Lemon Daddy, YOOOO~ ~ ~
— Congratulations on Mang God for turning over my Lemon Dad’s nameplate!4
— Obviously these two people are the same reality, but why do I feel like a dimensional wall has shattered?
— Probably because Mang God and Lemon Daddy don’t give the feel of playing the same game ╮ (╯ ▽ ╰) ╭
— I’m just looking forward to Lemon’s counterattack. Want to see what he’ll say to Mang God when he wins?
— When you say the word counterattack, he’s already receiving it. (T/N: the fujo is here)
Who are these beasts? Ling Meng felt that Mang God’s live stream chat was filthy to the eyes; what kind of idol did they have, what kind of fans did he have?
Mang God didn’t have any comments on Lemon’s identity and the match started quickly.
“In daily 1V1 both sides usually try to fight a quick battle to win a quick decision. I predict that the opponent will send troops in the beginning.”
From Mang God’s perspective, Ling Meng watched him skillfully locate the protective shield and upgrade his invisibility skills on the technology tree.
“Judging by his troop dispatch speed, his current resources are not enough to produce anti-stealth radar. Although I think this level of player shouldn’t make such low-level mistakes, I can’t rule out that he has laid an ambush in the mining area to get me to rise to the bait. Let’s try it first.”
A minute later, Mang God took no pains to destroy Lemon’s mine car.
“Maybe he just wanted to give that as a present.”
The screen was flooded by the digital army and each 2 had a number of 3s after it almost surpassing the digits of π. (see: 23335)
— As expected, those people close to poisonous words will be infected by the Poison Tongue DEBUFF.
— This is not the panicky face of Mang God that I long for!
— Lemon Dad gives gifts from a distance, it’s the thought that counts!
Unmoved, Mang God continued to narrate: “In fact, the other side has the opportunity to choose to abdicate defense and fight a protracted war, but for 1V1, the profit-cost ratio is too low, it’s better to let go.”
He sent scouts, and, as he did, he found that all the fortifications had been demolished, leaving only the base and the shipyard. All the resources obtained from the sale of the buildings had been used to replenish the troops.
Recalling the scene at the time, step-by-step Ling Meng was basically following the known strategy, but it almost seemed as if the live broadcast was Ling Meng’s and Mang God was stream sniping6.
Mang God seemed to randomly put all the troops on the front line as he pleased, explaining: “People who are more aggressive with this style of play generally like to attack the front directly.”
The barrage was full of 666s7.
— So it’s like this, you like to sneak attack other people’s chrysanthemums8?
Mang God didn’t object to it, tacitly approving: “That depends on whose chrysanthemum it is.”
All the water friends offered a meaningful “oh ~ ~ ~”
Sure enough, such anchors are the pests of the Galaxy celebrity circle.
Ling Meng watched as his last-ditch attempt was successfully thwarted by his opponent. At the same time, he sent his mothership out of the encirclement and returned to his home base without any effort. Winning couldn’t have been easier.
The barrage was full of praise, and the gifts were too numerous to all be acknowledged.
— As always, he was decisive in killing, he doesn’t understand how to have compassion at all.
— Lemon Daddy is going to call the police!
–Crooked9, 110, isn’t it?
— Now seeking Lemon Dad’s psychological shadow area10.
— GET achievement: Sneak attack on Lemon Dad’s chrysanthemum [tick]
While the Imperial Base was blown to pieces, the voice of Mang God came through the headphones: “In fact, the level of people who can reach star diamond is not low; it’s possible that this match just didn’t work out well.”
Ling Meng scoffed in disdain, Who cares about your hypocritical respect?
— Looking forward to Lemon Dad’s dying words .
— Lemon seems to like leaving a few words? Generally if you get slapped on your butt, you’d run away.
— After all, he sets himself up as the enemy of the Galaxy. I’m afraid that others will rule the other side with him.
— I’m more looking forward to the last words of Mang God.
— This one who has been mocked three times by Lemon asks Mang God for revenge!
— Injured party here, same request as upstairs11!
— +10086!
The barrage of B station suddenly surged, countless people shouting highlights ahead12.
Then Ling Meng saw the final words that made him want to repent and cut off his sinful hands.
[Empire] Lemon: You boys play games very well~
Mang God seemed to be stunned speechless and his mouth froze for a few seconds, then he cracked up and laughed.
Chapter 4
What happened next can be predicted, so Ling Meng closed the video in a hopeless mood.
Overnight, Ling Meng enjoyed a great surge in popularity:
On Weibo, the fans uniformly replied in the comments: You boys play games very well~
At the top of the web forum, where it was rare to get an answer to a beginner’s question, the thread was stacked with hundreds of posts: You boys play games very well~
In the black powder group, bubbles were raising to the surface13, the expression pack was infinitely +1: You boys play games well~
Even on the Yantai campus network BBS, he was ridiculed in posts: You boys play games very well~
Ling Meng was barraged by this sentence no matter where he went. He had no grievance against Mang God, but he was buried alive by the strength of this wave.
The awful thing was that this sentence was what Ling Meng himself said. The blame pot couldn’t be thrown to Mang God, he could only carry it himself with tears in his eyes.
During that time, his roommate always heard him singing in the wind on the balcony in the middle of the night: “Unbreakable pot, tearful cries to mend the steel pot…”
After some time, the storm finally faded. Although Ling Meng still received the same comments under each Weibo post and it was still bound as a hot topic, Ling Meng cultivated the mindset of “out of sight, out of mind”.
On the last day of the season, Ling Meng needed to win just one more game to earn the season medal. Unexpectedly, he found it truly was a small world, where you couldn’t avoid your enemy. Once again, he randomly matched with Mang God.
Ling Meng felt he really had bad luck. Isn’t he a big god? Why is he always at this level? Does this food abuse14 make him feel strong?
He had one thing to ask before the match began.
[Federation] Lemon: Are you broadcasting live?
[Empire] Mangosteen: Take a guess?
Ling Meng puckered his mouth and stuck his middle finger up at the monitor, regardless of the fact that the other side couldn’t see it.
The second round of their confrontation, Ling Meng once again suffered a disastrous defeat, probably due to his anxiousness to win. Grasp all, lose all15. Instead, the other side ambushed him.
It’s said that the cold Mang God, who rarely speaks in the game, rarely leaves hospice care.
[Empire] Mangosteen: We boys play games so fiercely.
In anger, Ling Meng threw his keyboard.