T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

“That’s our lifelong request.”

A lifelong request... It was fine before, but why does this sentence make me feel more and more uncomfortable now?

Jiang Heyi rubbed his temples, looking somewhat helpless.

The Origin Element set hasn't been allocated yet; everyone's thinking of having two sets before making a decision.

In the unique process of distribution and compromise at the boundary between the virtual and the real, no one takes the initiative to ask for anything, and then someone takes the opportunity to suggest, "Make another one, and divide it again."

Jiang Heyi recalled that when he played MMORPG with his close friends, their fixed team would also be like this. When it came to the auction, no one was willing to bid. Several times, they would assume that others wanted the item and not raise the price, and the item would inexplicably go unsold.

This is a classic segment that every member of a fixed, close-knit group should not miss.

"Everyone says we should just switch the blankets and fries, what's there to be modest about? You're all like Kong Rong (a famous Chinese statesman known for his humility)." Jiang Heyi rubbed his forehead.

The jailer replied in a flash: "Treat them with courtesy, and they will be treated with kindness."

Holy crap, steaming!

"Speaking of which, the group chat seems a bit quiet today."

During the daytime, Big Water Monster and Jailer Bro are busy transferring all sorts of news and pictures to the group for sharing.

Why is it that today it's all just the jailer's show? The screen is full of jailers, I'm getting tired of it.

at the same time.

When Zhong Zemo finished class, he turned on his phone, intending to see what messages had been sent from his bed.

"I'm almost at your doorstep, come pick me up quickly!"

what?

what! ! ! !

Chapter 285 Blood Pressure

A loose-fitting black coat, faded jeans that looked out of season but were still barely warm enough for the November weather in Chengning, and white sneakers.

The bedding set is what makes up the bedding set.

When Zhong Zemo arrived at her doorstep, she was leaning against the wall, playing with her phone in one hand and happily licking an ice cream cone in the other.

"You're eating ice cream in this weather?"

Upon seeing the squid, the blanket's eyes lit up.

He shoved his phone into his pocket, ran his tongue over the ice cream again, and looked completely satisfied.

"It tastes better when it's cold, and it won't melt and make your hands splattered."

Their eyes met, and the woman tilted her head slightly, her expression seeming to say something.

"You're already at your doorstep, why didn't you take out your keys to open the door?"

Zhong Zemo asked, "Why did you come?"

"Why? I wanted to come and see it," said the blanket. "The ticket isn't expensive."

Considering her family's circumstances and the disposable income she has at such a young age, it's indeed not expensive.

No, that's not the problem.

"Isn't today a weekend? Don't you have classes?" Zhong Zemo asked anxiously.

"As expected of a teacher, you're so responsible when you see students skipping class? I don't believe you didn't skip any non-major courses when you were in college."

The blanket chuckled softly.

He really wanted to give his wife a stern talking-to, but Zhong Zemo felt guilty.

He really did escape, and the topic was even discussed in the group chat.

"I don't have any major classes today, and I don't have any classes tomorrow. It's not far anyway, so what's wrong with coming over for a visit?"

He discovered that within the boundary between the virtual and the real world, there is no shortage of people with strong execution capabilities.

French fries go without saying; once the intention is confirmed, a push will immediately lead to a direct attack.

Jiang Heyi was also a decisive person. He packed his luggage, handed over the house key to him, and ran off to eat and chat with fries in Guangzhou.

At first glance, the prison guard seems to be the least proactive person, but you should learn from his enthusiasm when he's looking for erotic pictures, commissioning articles, and stirring up trouble.

Now, the bed has joined this glorious ranks, appearing silently at his doorstep, as if to assert its dominance now that the relationship is established.

Zhong Zemo has never been in a relationship like this before... at least not with Du Jingwen.

"Open the door, open the door. If you have to go to work this afternoon, then go to work. Just let me play on the computer."

He sighed, his face full of helplessness; the composure and restraint of an experienced person crumbled like paper in front of the bed.

The door opened, and the blankets, like a nimble rat, darted inside.

"what!!"

A scream startled Zhong Zemo.

"What's wrong!"

He hurried inside and found the kitten peeking out from under the covers, nervously peering out from the doorway.

Zhong Zemo breathed a sigh of relief, unable to suppress a laugh.

It's understandable that the mouse was frightened by the cat.

He explained, "It was a gift from a colleague; it was my last pregnancy before I was sterilized."

"Dark and gloomy, a tabby cat?"

"It's a real little lump of coal. Once it hides in a corner, you'll never find it again."

Two- or three-month-old kittens are a bit shy. Even though they see their human chatting happily with their parents, they still huddle behind the door, watching the uninvited guests who have invaded their territory warily.

The blanket found the refrigerator and opened it directly.

"Are you hungry?" Zhong Zemo asked hurriedly.

"I just wanted to see what you usually eat and confirm your tastes."

"Thank you for your thoughtfulness. I'm an omnivore and I like to eat everything."

Du Jingwen wouldn't have been so considerate of his feelings.

The bed seems to be surveying new territory, showing a sense of curiosity about the furnishings in the house.

"So clean, no wonder she trained him like that!"

"This is the true value of Du Jingwen's verification."

Zhong Zemo covered his forehead; he had a feeling...

The game "Proof of the Stars" overlaps with real time, giving players the illusion that time in reality is passing very slowly. However, the experiences of the two worlds are also overlapping, which often leads to confusion.

But, their relationship seems...it seems...it's all a bit too fast?

Is it because he can't keep up with the pace of today's young people?

Jiang Heyi's words of torture still echoed in my ears.

"You don't think you're that much older than us, do you?"

With his mind in a daze, he personally cooked a meal for his bed using the ingredients he still had in the refrigerator.

Living alone, he doesn't deliberately stock up on vegetables; he buys fresh ones every other day.

Celery stir-fried with beef, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and a dish of garlic spinach.

"You came too suddenly, I wasn't prepared, so please make do with this."

Zhong Zemo's cooking skills are beyond question; even Jiang Heyi, after learning a couple of techniques, managed to turn French fries into a glutton after living with them...

Oh, it seems like you don't need particularly good cooking skills, since French fries are a big carb source.

I ate with gusto in bed, using the sauce from the tomato and egg stir-fry to mix with my rice, and finished the whole plate.

"Do you eat so simply because you live alone?"

"It's because the ingredients were calculated precisely; what's left is just enough for me today," Zhong Zemo smiled. "What would you like to eat tonight?"

"Of course, it's the way you served potatoes... no, let's talk about how Du Jingwen tortured you back then."

As class time approached, Zhong Zemo prepared to leave.

He handed the e-sports room key to the bed: "Here, you can play this to pass the time at work this afternoon."

They quickly put away the blankets, indicating that they would definitely take good care of the house with Little Coal Ball.

Zhong Zemo hasn't named the kitten yet, but he has already named the bed.

Coal briquettes...not bad at all.

On his way back to school, he turned on his phone and hesitated for a long time, wondering whether he should send a message to Jiang Heyi about it.

Seeing the chat messages popping up like crazy, he clicked on them.

"Arrived at Squid Bro's house."

"This gaming room is so cool! The light pollution, the visual effects are amazing!"

"Why are you asking questions? It's not far. Isn't it normal for me to come over and have some fun?"

"Hey, Orange Tea, you can't escape either. I have to go to the school to arrest you today!"

"Healthy wheat and orange tea, hehe, hehehe~~~"

Undoubtedly, the bed, which was in a great mood, was going crazy.

The prison guard asked curiously, "So you're going to live together? But you have classes, how can you live together?"

The person in bed immediately replied, "I'll come over on the weekend; the high-speed train is reliable."

"You guys are making progress really fast. I guess I'm letting reality get in my head. Almost half a year has passed in the game. I can understand how feelings can develop over time," said the jailer.

The tetragonal asked, "Where's the squid? Why isn't it saying anything?"

"He'll most likely be walking around with his phone on, his mind preoccupied with whether or not he should come out and say something."

"I put my hand on the screen and typed a few words, but then I felt it wasn't appropriate, so I deleted them all."

"After going back and forth for a long time, he secretly watched your group's comments about him without saying a word, his mind full of smugness."

A sharp commentary from a well-known online psychologist, "Prison Guard Brother".

Zhong Zemo couldn't help but curse under his breath.

How come that jailer is so perceptive in this area?

"Sigh, why are all the group members suddenly paired up? Why is that?"

"FFFFFFFFFFFF!"

"Burn you to death!"

This time it was the jailer's turn to go crazy.

The energy at the boundary between the real and the virtual is always very conserved, passed on like a relay baton.

Everyone has epileptic seizures.

As soon as the bell rang, the students, now freed from their inhibitions, started chatting excitedly with Zhong Zemo.

Your teacher is a well-known gaming player; in the eyes of most teenagers, you're practically a god.

The topics covered a wide range, including games and everyday life.

Zhong Zemo's marriage story was widely circulated in the school. It was not so much that it made people sad and brought them to tears, but it was rare for someone not to feel sorry for him after hearing it.

"Brother Squid, is your ex-wife still harassing you?"

Anyone who can hear this question without laughing is a genius.

Zhong Zemo suddenly became famous and received a windfall, which not only made up for the huge loss of his property being divided up, but also turned his life around.

The huge difference was unacceptable to her.

After Jiang Heyi left Chengning, she still made a fuss several times, gradually turning herself into a laughing stock—even though she was one to begin with.