T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

The computer was set up, but the jailer's body couldn't take it anymore.

Despite the prison guard's large size, he was so weak that he could probably be knocked over with a single punch from under the covers.

To be honest, the jailer also felt that he had only himself to blame for what he did, but the final result was somewhat in his favor.

His disposable income stabilized at 3500, and his father no longer arbitrarily withheld any money.

Even if you shamelessly ask your family for extra food, you'll still get a good scolding, but they'll still give it to you eventually.

However, from then on, his family looked down on him.

Ever since his father scolded him, saying "It would be better to give birth to a piece of char siu than to give birth to you," the prison guard, who had reached the extreme, had thought about changing himself, and that's when he started exercising.

However, after sitting for too long, willpower and drive have been worn down. It's common to exercise for a day or two and then indulge for a week.

Unable to persevere with anything, the prison guard finally accepted the fact that he was a useless person and decided to keep going.

Anyway, his older brother spoils him, and the family doesn't need him to eat, so let him do whatever he wants.

However... he sometimes thinks about being able to sit and drink the whole thing during family tea gatherings.

Gaining access to the Proof of the Stars game was a turning point in his otherwise aimless and disorganized daily life.

He just clicked on Jiang Heyi's link casually, filled in his personal information, and the prison guard didn't even expect to win—his luck with lotteries has always been terrible.

However, he became the lucky winner in this lottery, which was the most important one for him.

Teaming up with Jiang Heyi and encountering other people on the boundary between reality and virtuality, we resumed our exercise routine after establishing a regular schedule and gradually stuck with it.

Wandering through the bustling streets during the holiday, the prison guard calmly and easily recounted his somewhat muddled experiences.

What do your family members think of you now?

The bed will definitely be there to support you, and upon hearing this, the prison guard's face lit up with joy.

"At our two most recent tea gatherings, the conversation was all about me."

The son, who was previously good-for-nothing and thought only of eating and waiting to die, suddenly started to improve. Although it seemed that he was just riding on someone else's coattails, the change was still like an ICU patient suddenly sitting up.

In the past, people would bluntly say that "playing games is a waste of time," but now some say, "Times have changed, and if you do your best in any industry, you'll naturally find a way to make a living."

"Shucheng, you took the tea, right?"

On his way to the dessert shop, the prison guard was startled when he received a call from his father.

Why ask about tea right off the bat? Is it really that precious?

"How are you going to share one can with your friend? Don't you know how to behave? Do I have to teach you how to treat people?"

The stern reprimand from his father, Yuan Hengye, brought a moment of coolness to the sweaty back of the jailer.

"Isn't it because I was afraid you wouldn't be able to bear to part with it?"

“Saying this in front of your friends makes us seem stingy. When will you learn to speak properly?”

"Sigh, that's how people interact these days."

Jiang Heyi, who was close enough to hear the conversation clearly, couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his mouth.

He can make my dad's blood pressure so high with just one sentence, no wonder the prison guard is always being criticized (scolded).

There was clearly a generation gap between the two sides, and the prison guard's way of communicating exacerbated the widening of the generation gap, which eventually led to the situation we see today.

After the call ended, the prison guard shrugged: "My dad asked us if we were interested in having tea with him sometime."

"If you're not interested, then forget it," the jailer quickly added.

Jiang Heyi could roughly guess the meaning behind the invitation.

Parents all hope their children will become successful and accomplished. If they don't, they hope their children can still be self-reliant and independent.

Just hearing about the prison guard's previous listless and decadent state is enough to picture him vividly, let alone his family.

Now that they see the prison guard brother has changed and is gradually getting closer to the goal of self-reliance by following the boundary between the virtual and real worlds, they, as parents, are naturally curious about this group of friends from the boundary between the virtual and real worlds.

After all, the prison guard had a long and dark history, so it's normal for them to worry that his loose tongue might offend people.

Thinking of all this, Jiang Heyi raised his head and found that Lu Yanfei was also glancing at him.

It seems they've come up with the same idea.

Before they could speak, Zhong Zemo, who had also thought of this, spoke up.

“Go ahead, why wouldn’t you?” he said. “Can you stop your family from sending us gifts?”

As a teacher, Zhong Zemo is very clear about the thoughts of students' parents, and he understands them simply by putting himself in their shoes.

"Wow, I can bring you the gifts... But my dad is a difficult person to talk to, do you really want to go?"

"A gift?" Bedside's eyes lit up. "I want to go!"

"You little rich girl, do you really need a small gift?"

"What's wrong? It's free, give me some first." The woman in the blanket raised her head, speaking with a straight face. "The money in my house isn't my money, what's wrong with me earning some for myself?"

The two abstract holy beings began to argue fiercely.

Jiang Heyi shook his head.

Sigh, these two are just bored. They've been surfing the internet all day and haven't learned anything, just getting into abstract concepts.

Fortunately, the bickering didn't affect the prison guard's navigation function, and they unknowingly left the bustling city and entered the relatively dimly lit streets.

Everywhere you look in the streets and alleys, you can see elderly men playing chess and grandmothers chatting and gossiping with others while fanning themselves with palm-leaf fans.

I occasionally bumped into a few young people, most of whom were out getting takeout for late-night snacks to take home.

There are no bright neon lights, no flashing signs; the signs that greet you are full of a sense of nostalgia.

The incandescent light bulb at the shop entrance was covered with a layer of gray mist and was no longer very bright. The wooden counter at the entrance served only as decoration, and there was no one inside at all.

Instead, two pre-posted QR codes for receiving payments were displayed.

Deep in the alley, a hidden gem awaits – a row of dessert shops.

Every stall was packed, so you had to bring your own small plastic stool, find a folding table in the corner of the shop, and set up a new table in an empty spot.

A quick glance revealed that the guests here spanned every age group.

Fashionably dressed young men and women, children who came with their parents, and elderly people with gray hair.

Looking back at the narrow, cramped, and dimly lit alleyway she had just walked through, Jiang Heyi felt a sudden sense of disorientation, as if she had unknowingly traveled through time.

It was as if I had accidentally stumbled into another world.

"Sigh, it wasn't this lively a few years ago. It's all the fault of those guys who go on food tours and make videos."

The jailer skillfully set up a table, brought everyone a stack of plastic stools, and also brought a laminated menu with a price list inside that was already a bit yellowed.

“This was originally a hidden gem of a local shop, but now everyone’s rushing over to eat here. What are we supposed to eat?”

His plaintive tone made everyone burst into laughter.

The boss was an older woman who clearly knew the prison guard; they started joking around as soon as they met.

"Yuan, you brought a girl? When did you become so popular?"

The jailer explained helplessly, "She's not my girlfriend, we met in a game... Never mind, I can't explain it clearly. Three servings of ginger milk curd, three servings of double-skin milk, and do you have any coconut milk herbal jelly? Let's have some to whet our appetites."

Everyone was already familiar with the jailer's ordering style; since he was such a good eater, he would definitely choose the signature dishes.

“I’ve been looking for food around here all year round, so I know what good food there is,” said the prison guard. “If a shop hasn’t changed in more than ten years and is still bustling with people, then it must have some real strength.”

"Let me make this clear first: after that meal, from now on, all the restaurants I take you to will be this type. Don't be too picky."

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Chapter 117 I Won't Lose

After sharing the double-skin milk pudding and ginger milk curd, our taste buds were once again awakened by the wonderful milky and sweet flavors.

The prison guard's recommendation is truly trustworthy. Once you've tasted it, it's easy to understand why this alley is so popular.

The walk made some room in our stomachs, and with a glance, the laminated menu was passed from hand to hand.

The jailer's comment, "There's basically nothing to worry about," kicked off the ordering process.

Water chestnut dessert, mango pomelo sago, black sesame paste, caramel custard...

Whether you know them or not, you have to try it out, otherwise you'll have wasted your trip.

On a hot summer day, a bite of icy-cold dessert or sweet soup can instantly dispel the heat.

“Speaking of which…” the blanket scooped a spoonful from the orange tea snack’s iced water chestnut salad, “Brother Jailer, are you a virtual foot fetishist, or the real one?”

The discussion about dessert flavors was interrupted by a new topic that sparked our divergent thinking while we were in bed.

But, you know what, people are actually quite curious.

Zhong Zemo joked, "He just hasn't experienced the process of disillusionment yet."

If someone else said that, the jailer could usually put up a defiant argument.

But Zhong Zemo... he really was married.

"It's just a twisted desire caused by repression." Plain Fries stabbed the jailer in the heart with a blank expression. "In the end, it'll all be like Lord Ye who loved dragons but was terrified of them."

This is a questioning of his beliefs as a prison guard.

The jailer began to launch into a long, rambling monologue about his "jailer's bible," his serious and earnest demeanor resembling that of a gurus preaching orthodox doctrines...

Orange Tea tugged at the jailer's sleeve: "Keep your voice down, the people at the table behind us are already peeking over."

The jailer tilted his head, his gaze passing over Orange Tea's shoulder and landing on the man sitting alone at the table.

The other person wasn't watching secretly at all; the man who had been sitting sideways moved his chair and was staring straight at their table.

He sighed in bed: "Sigh, it's all because you always talk about perverted topics. Now you've attracted other perverts."

The jailer gritted his teeth and said, "The person who started this conversation certainly has the right to say that."

Whistling from under the covers: "You don't have to answer~~~"

Okay, let the people who enjoy themselves be the ones to deal with it.

It's time for everyone on the boundary between reality and virtuality to see what kind of fun the prison guard is having.

"Hey, hey, he's coming over," Zhong Zemo reminded him.

As he approached behind the original flavor fries, Jiang Heyi stood up.

Before he could say anything, the other person spoke first.

"Excuse me, I just heard them call you 'Jailer Brother'?"

The man's gaze fell on the prison guard, his hesitation and indecision about striking up a conversation were obvious.

The jailer paused in confusion for a few seconds before remembering he should nod.

The man's gaze then fell on the clothes in the quilt.

As the first anime costume to cross the line between the virtual and real worlds, it's no surprise that it's eye-catching.

"Could he be an expert in appreciating the boundary between reality and illusion?"

The jailer nodded again: "It really is me. You're not a fan of the guild, are you?"

Jiang Heyi was considering whether to extend a warm invitation to the fans to have some food and drinks together, but the other party shook their head.

"I am a starfish can."

The people on the boundary between reality and illusion blinked, staring blankly at the man in the gray and white checkered shirt and brown shorts.

Is the world really that small?

On the eve of the official start of the holiday, Luo, the president of the bottled water company, and Haixing Canned Food unexpectedly encountered the boundary between reality and illusion at a dessert shop in an alley.

Hai Xing Guan Tou is not from Guangdong, but from the Suzhou and Hangzhou area. He is here for tourism and relaxation.

Seeing the seven people from the virtual and real boundaries chatting and laughing happily, Starfish Canned Food smiled and asked to "borrow" a few minutes of Jiang Heyi's time.

Jiang Heyi and he sat at a separate table and ordered two servings of refreshing water chestnut shaved ice.