You Boys Play Games Very Well

——@FanA: Sofa!

——@FanA:? ? ?

——@FanA: The front drainage is a bit deep, I still don’t sit on this sofa.

——@FanB: Mangshen is... confessing his love?

——@FanC: I think it should be excerpting good words and sentences.

——@FanD: Is there a signature missing in the back——Lu Qi?

——@FanE: My Mangshen will excerpt love chicken soup on Weibo?This style of painting is wrong.

——@FanF: I thought fo was wrong and almost canceled it.

——@FanG: Although it's chicken soup, I'm a little moved for no reason, so I'll do it first as a respect.

——@FanH: Knock on the blackboard and draw the key points to see it?He, um—he.

——@FanI: So this time it should be @Lemon?

— @FanJ: @Lemon

— @FanK: @Lemon

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——@FanZ: Stop making trouble, okay?I think Mangshen should have been hacked.There is a gang that specializes in stealing Weibo accounts to become zombie fans. This Weibo will post various chicken soup jokes and hot topic micro-business advertisements in the future. If you can contact Mangshen himself, hurry up and call him to retrieve your password! @Lemon

Ling Meng, who had received a lot of news from Aite all morning, read Shan Zhu's Weibo several times repeatedly, turned his phone upside down to read it, and didn't understand what he meant.

Ling Meng: Has your Weibo account been stolen?

Shan Zhu didn't reply for a long time, Ling Meng thought, could it be that the mobile phone was stolen, and Weibo was stolen together?

By the time Shan Zhu sent the message, it was already Ling Meng's nap.

Shan Zhu: No.

Shan Zhu: I just saw it when I went out to play with my friends.

Ling Meng gasped, what kind of friend, you play so intently, you don't even look at your phone, is there anything more fun than a phone in the world?

Ling Meng: Oh, you suddenly copied a joke about chicken soup, which surprised me.

Shan Zhu: It was not copied.

Ling Meng:?

Shan Zhu: Out of feelings.

Ling Meng: Are you really in love?

Shan Zhu: Yes.

"Um"?What he asked was a rhetorical question, what does it mean to answer "um"?

Well, not really.

Well, really in love.

Ling Meng pondered, the latter should be more likely.

So this guy Shan Zhu is really in love, and the person should be the person he hangs out with, and Shan Zhu who usually responds to his messages in seconds doesn't even look at his phone.

There will be no Mang Tuan takeaway in the future, and Shan Zhu will only deliver breakfast to another person.

We won't run together in the morning, anyway, the sports meeting is over.

They won't be hacking together, pretending to be rotten during the live broadcast.

Ling Meng turned up Shan Zhu's Weibo again and looked left and right, feeling a little vicious in her heart, a person who can shine, who is he, bald?

The roommates packed their things and went home one after another. Tomorrow is the Dragon Boat Festival. Ling Meng's roommates are all locals, and they all promised to bring delicious food to Ling Meng when they came back.In a few hours, Ling Meng was the only one left in the dormitory.

Ling Meng, who was spending the holidays alone, was very homesick. He called his mother in the WeChat group of a family of three.

Mengmeng: Mom!Happy Zongzi Festival!I want to eat meat dumplings!The zongzi here are all sweet!

Mengmeng's mother: Son, tell me the truth.

Mengmeng: What?

Mengmeng's mother: Do you have a girlfriend?

Mengmeng: Huh? ?

Mengmeng's mother: Did you do something to be sorry for others?

Mengmeng: Huh? ? ?

Mengmeng's Mom: Call Dad.gif

Lemon: ...

Mengmeng: No!mom!You listen to me explain! !

Mengmeng's mother: Dad doesn't listen.gif

Mengmeng's mother: Dad doesn't need to explain.gif

Mengmeng: Why does even mom use emojis? ? !Dad, look at her! !

Mengmeng's father: My son is growing up, and my father is very pleased.gif

Mengmeng: Dad! ! !