09-12: Do we boys play gas very well?
A quick prir on the nas and IDs to help out with this chapter:
Ling ng (凌檬) has the ID Lemon, written in English in the raws. Ning ng (檸檬) is lemon in Chinese. His roommate calls him 檬檬, ngng aka LemonLemon, playfully a lot.
Mang God is written as 芒神 (could also be translated as God Mang, but MangGod is more fun because mango god), with the Mang (芒) being the sa as in mango. Mang God’s ID is written as Mangosteen in English in the raws. A Mangosteen is a fruit called Shan Zhu (山竹)in Chinese. Mang God’s na turns out to be Shan Zhu (单竺)!
So both of them created their IDs based on their nas and both of their nas have to do with fruit! I’ll put words in English in italics so you can see when they’re used in this section.
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Chapter 9
Ling ng wouldn’t take this defeat lying down; it was clear victory had been only a step away, how could the other side win by luck? He suddenly ca up with the idea of luring out the real person behind Mang God – even if he couldn’t win in the ga, then in-real-life PK…
He then rembered bumping into the man’s chest that day and looked down at his own otaku body… Well, he wouldn’t be able to win.
But this couldn’t stop his ambition towards defeating the other person. Since he could wager on that PK idea not working, he turned his mind back to other offline thods.
“What? You’re going to organize a Legend of the Galaxy Campus PK tournant?” his roommate asked in surprise when he heard about the plan.
“Yes, as long as Mang God participates, I will definitely recognize him.”
“Are you alright?” His roommate knew his attitude towards Mang God was in a delicate state. He glanced at him sideways, “What will serve as the arena?”
“The big dormitory rooms, online PK.”
“What about the prize sponsor?”
Ling ng fumbled around in his pocket and then slamd the item on the table fiercely. If you didn’t know better, you would think it was a Swiss Bank black card.
“Is this enough?”
His roommate saw the al card on the table and sucked in his cheeks. “You sure you have a 3 digit al card balance?”
Ling ng said: “It has always been enough to swipe for stead buns in the canteen for two whole months.”
“Taking your al card as a prize isn’t as appealing as getting your naked photo.”
Ling ng seriously thought about this suggestion. “Not bad either.”
Roommate: “…”
In the end, the prizes for the competition were settled. The first prize was Ling ng’s al card, the second prize was Ling ng’s naked photo, and the third prize, not to be looked down on, was a 100-point ga card sponsored by his roommate. In addition, Ling ng also opened the previously-purchased Durex box and divided it into 12 small packages as participation prizes.
Chapter 10
When the invitation of Yanshan’s first Galaxy PK tournant was issued under the na of Lemon, it attracted many of their fellow students to sign up. Ling ng set up a QQ Group and pulled all the contestants in together. It was very lively.
“We just wanted to see how good Lemon Dad is at playing gas!”
“Ha ha, our ngng plays gas very well.”
“Fuck, don’t call ngng!”
Set in motion by his roommate, the arrogant nickna of “Lemon Dad” was quickly forgotten. Every day, the scenery of the group chat was like this:
“ngng, our first match, you have to let win.”
“ngng, what a pity we were split on the bracket, I’ll see you in the top eight!”
“ngng, for you: Jiayou, jiayou, ngng!”
“All of you fuck offfffff!”
The chief culprit and ringleader of all of this was threatened by Ling ng to sell his soul to make ands.
“ngng…” Ling ng threw him a dagger-like glare. “…ngng Daddy, I’ve sorted and bracketed all the participants, please have a look.”
Ling ng ca over and browsed it quickly, but unexpectedly didn’t catch sight of a particular ID.
“See, Mang God didn’t sign up for the competition as you said he would. You thought too much about it.”
Ling ng disagreed: “Who is he – if he uses his large account, wouldn’t there be onlookers all around school? If he participates, he must use a small account. When he uses a small account, I’ll definitely be able to recognize him!”
Brimming with confidence, Ling ng made a strong breakthrough in the tournant. After sharpening his skills with Mang God as his goal, few in Yanshan were his rival. First, he got out of the group match stage easily, then the top eight, then the top four, and finally entered the finals with no need for concern. If there was any regret, it was that he didn’t encounter any opponents he suspected were Mang God during the matches.
The final was between Ling ng and a classmate nad Shan Zhu. According to the record, Shan Zhu was a senior, living in the dormitory building next to Ling ng’s.
TeamLingng7: @TeamShanZhu For tomorrow’s finals, are you ready, classmate? If you can’t co, say it in advance.
TeamShanZhu: Ready for ngng, definitely coming ^ _ ^
TeamLingng7: Don’t call ngng (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻
TeamShanZhu: Clever ngng ^ _ ^
ImngngsRoommate: Resign yourself to fate, ngng. Outside, society still knows you as Lemon Dad, but here you will always be our ngng [Bi Xin]
TeamLingng7: Do you want to die? → _ →
TeamShanZhu: [you boys play gas very well. gif]
TeamLingng7: I won’t allow you to fucking brush this away!
ImngngsRoommate: [you boys play gas very well. gif] 1
TeamSmallArmor5: [you boys play gas very well. gif] 1
TeamSmallBeta3: [you boys play gas very well. gif] 1
……
[The administrator has set up a group ban.]
Chapter 11
The final began at the scheduled ti. Ling ng randomly drew the Empire as his faction. The opposite side was obviously a recently created small account. The only few gas in its records were from the PK tournant.
[Empire] Lemon: What’s your big account called?
[Federation] Apple: You guess ^ _ ^
Ling ng was intimately familiar with that response.
[Empire] Lemon: You’ll tell when you lose.
[Federation] Apple: No problem. When that ti cos, I’ll beco a good friend. ^_^
At the beginning of the match, Ling ng closely monitored the other’s every move and felt a buzz of excitent within ten minutes of the start.
So much alike! These skills and tricks were too similar to Mang God’s, identical to his intrinsic practices like they were cast from the sa mold!
Realizing that this was the linchpin to catching the true body of Mang God, Ling ng made his whole body alert and combat ready, for fear of making a little mistake.
In the center, they scouted around for sneak attacks, taking turns to grab control of the asteroid ore belt. The two of them ca together and fought for seven or eight rounds, dragging it out into a 1V1 protracted war.
Ling ng was sure that this Shan Zhu was the person he had been looking for, and the wretched appearance of his opponent’s loathso developnt was exactly the sa his impression of Mang God.
In the blink of an eye, the other side cut off his power. Tit for tat, he bombarded Shan Zhu’s arsenal.
[Federation] Apple: It’s pretty tough to lay hands on you. ^_^
[Empire] Lemon: Right back at you.
[Federation] Apple: The lights are about to go out, don’t you think we should settle this quickly?
[Empire] Lemon: That’s my intention.
Ling ng led the Imperial Eagle in a final duel with Shan Zhu’s Alpha mothership. All kinds of laser beams flashed on the screen and the numbers representing damage kept popping up.
“Alert! Air raid siren!” When the system alarm sounded, Ling ng discovered that an enemy assassination ship had passed the line of fire without him knowing and had suddenly attacked the rear side. The high-lethality missile it carried could alone scrap out the last remainders of his base’s health in one shot.
“Not good!” Ling ng assigned the mobile fleet to ergency defense, but it was too late, the assassination ship aid at the target and launched a death strike.
Ling ng was ready to face the black-and-white screen, but he saw the missile scraping the edge of the base, flying by dangerously and instead hitting the barracks behind. Such a key shot, one that would have settled the battle, was misfired because of a launch angle error.
Acting before his brain could catch up, Ling ng moved his hand. Before the other side could react, he made a fatal blow to the enemy base that had only had a little health remaining. Shan Zhu was hopeless in that mont, watching the space station being bombarded to pieces under the violent fire of Ling ng’s fierce artillery fire.
[System] After a fierce battle, the empire achieved the ultimate victory!
[Federation] Apple: Eh, congratulations ^_^
[Empire] Lemon: What are you doing? Was that intentional?
[Federation] Apple: Not calculating the angle properly, what a pity.
At the end of the tir, the ga system exited from the match interface and returned to the main nu. Ling ng, who had fought bravely for nearly an hour, fell tiredly on the keyboard.
He won the championship, but he was not happy at all.
It turned out the speculation that Shan Zhu was Mang God was the illusion. Mang God never miscalculated the launching force and angle of the shot. His precise calculation ability had earned him the title of walking calculator by so people.
Chapter 12
ImTheReferee: The ga is over! Congratulations @TeamLingng7 on winning the championship! @TeamShanZhu won runner-up!
The contestants ca forward to offer congratulations one after another. Under the leadership of the referee, red envelopes rained down in turns. No matter whether they themselves had lost or won, they all participated in the red envelope war. Only the champion, Ling ng, was motionless.
“@TeamLingng7, can I get the prize?” asked Shan Zhu in the group.
Ling ng typed with no enthusiasm: “I am in the second building, 315, you can co and take it yourself.”
After a mont, there was a knock on the door. Ling ng lazily said: “Co in.”
The door opened and sunny, handso guy full of vitality walked in on a pair of long legs. Even the slippers he was wearing couldn’t negatively impact his overall image.
“Co to get the prize?” Ling ng pointed listlessly at his desk. “It’s on the table, you can take it.”
Shan Zhu picked up Ling ng’s so-called naked photo, which was taken when he was about three years old in the bath. A bare-skinned child squatted on the ground playing with water, and Shan Zhu couldn’t help but laugh.
“What are you laughing at?” Ling ng asked unhappily. “Isn’t that a naked photo?”
“Yes, of course, it counts,” Shan Zhu opened his mouth and laughed.
But as soon as he opened his mouth, Ling ng opened his eyes wide. The voice was so familiar he could recognize it even if the tone changed.
“You are Mang God?!”
Shan Zhu raised his eyebrows: “I didn’t imagine ngng’s ears were so clever. Can I beco your good friend now?”
Ling ng was stunned then and there. His purpose of organizing the tournant was to catch Mang God. But when Mang God stood in front of him, why did he feel that it was just a fantasy?
“…Impossible, if it’s you, how can you make that low-level mistake?”
Shan Zhu thought about it, “Probably because the second prize was more attractive?”
Ling ng choked up. He opened his mouth several tis but kept hesitating, then he finally failed to resist the burning frenzy of his rage, shouting, “If you want to win, you should win! If you want to lose, you should lose! Don’t you know that you’re going too far, ah?”
Shan Zhu humd and spread out his hands. With an expression of regret, he said, “Can’t do anything about it, we boys play gas very well.”
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Footnotes:
1. PK: player kill in an mmo, now a slang term in China for 1v1 fights in real life as well
2. …plays gas very well: yes, this is an exact reference to the infamous Lemon
3. large account (大号): tuba or main account of a famous gar
4. small account (小号): trumpet or small account, typically used to play a ga casually without anyone knowing it’s you (for famous players especially)
5. Bi Xin (比心): to make a heart shape with your hand(s) to show love and support
6. Brush (刷): as before, this ans to refresh or swipe. In a chat barrage, this is to spam ssages rapidly
7.good friend (好友): close friends, internet slang for mutual friends on social dia so it’s said here as if it’s a rank that he’ll earn
8. 快熄灯了: In Chinese universities, power is shut off at a certain ti each night so students don’t stay up all night (gaming lol).
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