T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

"What's the point of harassment? I saw in the gaming community that Squid Bro already has a girlfriend."

Zhong Zemo was startled.

What?

He and his wife only confirmed their relationship a day ago.

"Where did you get this news? I didn't know anything about it."

The students took out their phones and found the VOLLOG from the offline event at the boundary between virtual and real worlds.

"Is it possible—and I mean possibly—that Zhong Zemo's divorce is actually a good thing? Which woman in the team isn't better than his ex-wife?"

"I'm optimistic about orange tea. We're all from Chengning, so being close to the source gives us an advantage!"

what?

So, back then, someone was already trading stocks on him?

If you look closely, orange tea got the most votes, followed by French fries, and finally, the bed.

wonderful.

On his way home from get off work, Zhong Zemo reflected on the events of the past few months and couldn't help but share the same thoughts as Jiang Heyi.

Like a dream.

Switching back and forth between reality and virtuality, the experiences accumulated over different times are bearing magical fruit.

Based on my current experience...

This fruit is very sweet.

Perhaps because my family runs a seafood business, the foods I like to eat in bed are all seafood, both sea fish and freshwater fish.

Zhong Zemo seemed to have returned to the way he was before his divorce, going to the farmers' market every day after get off work to buy heavy loads of ingredients.

Stall owners who recognized him were curious and asked if he had another mouth to feed at home, since he was suddenly buying so much food.

Upon opening the door, the slightly messy table in the living room had been tidied up.

Coal Ball, who usually gets to eat cat food a little later, is already licking his lips, licking his paws, and grooming his fur, looking very content.

The sound of commotion coming from under the covers could be heard coming from inside the gaming room.

He put down the ingredients and pushed open the door to enter.

"Wow, stop stealing my kills! Help me fix my car, my steering gear is broken! Why do American cars have such bad steering gears? Is the steering gear welded on?!"

"There's a helicopter! A helicopter! Give me a smoke signal!"

The blankets are squeaking and groaning.

Jiang Heyi's voice came from the external speaker.

"No, where are your own cigarettes?"

"I took them all when I ran away."

Fries sighed: "She was puffing smoke the whole way, I couldn't see anything... Uh, I crashed and stopped, G!"

"I told you I'd take you to a WWII-era training camp to hone your skills, but you don't even have an anti-aircraft vehicle... Wow, how about you fly a propeller plane to catch that reliable special agent in the sea across the ocean?"

"What do you mean you're a biker hero?"

Zhong Zemo covered his forehead.

Just listening to their conversation is enough to raise your blood pressure.

Hearing the noise behind him, the person in bed jumped up happily.

"Alas, the squid has gone home."

It just so happens that it's time for both sides to cook, and the period of being "imprisoned" with the bed is coming to an end.

Zhong Zemo smiled wryly: "If you want to go to jail with them, try using my account next time."

"It will ruin your data."

"It would be great if you were willing to play a game with me. Don't you always bring up Du Jingwen? She doesn't even allow me to play games."

An afternoon was enough for him to sort out the current situation and how to get along with others.

Although it's true that one shouldn't always compare oneself to others, as this can easily lead to insatiable desires, with Du Jingwen as a precedent, Zhong Zemo feels that his future with his wife is infinitely bright.

Standing beside Zhong Zemo, she watched him cleanly and efficiently wash and cut the ingredients, looking quite awkward.

She felt uncomfortable being an outsider and wanted to do something.

Zhong Zemo couldn't help but laugh.

Compared to someone who comes home and does nothing but wait to eat, the difference is enormous.

He was also curious: "Do you help out at home too?"

"You don't think I'm like those stupid nobles in Anna, with a bunch of servants waiting on me around, do you?"

She waved her hand in bed: "My parents have always required us to learn to take care of ourselves. If she were to lie around like that, expecting to be waited on hand and foot, my family would scold her to death."

Sorry, bed.

It's because he's spent too much time with abnormal people that he subconsciously regards normal people as rare creatures.

Fish head tofu soup, green pepper squid, sweet and sour pork ribs, and blanched lettuce.

They were getting impatient in bed.

"Nobody's going to take it from you," Zhong Zemo said with a smile as he served her rice.

"You've gone to live with Potato, he's really living the high life."

"He's a pretty good cook himself, he's just being modest."

"You're being overly modest. This cooking skill is good enough to open a restaurant," the bedmate emphasized. "It's really delicious."

It's truly gratifying to have your hard-earned skills recognized.

It's much better than someone who eats with a cold face while holding their bowl, and then throws the bowl down and gives them a hard time.

Everything really can't withstand comparison.

After eating and drinking her fill, she quickly cleared the dishes from her bed, finally finding an opportunity to not be an outsider and swiftly took charge of the battlefield.

On the other hand, on the other hand... sigh, on the other hand!

These are all mistakes I made when I was young. If I hadn't misjudged them back then, I wouldn't have taken so many unnecessary detours...

The gaming room is spacious, but there's only one computer.

The two players take turns playing, one game per person.

The two of them precisely controlled the blood pressure of the fries, which were sold far away in Guangzhou.

Zhong Zemo took to the field, and the four-man team swept through the battlefield, unstoppable and displaying perfect teamwork.

When she was on the field, perhaps due to her extensive experience playing as a Shadow Stalker, she would subconsciously create a cloud of smoke every time she was hit.

The air units were overjoyed – they couldn't find anyone, but this smoke screen meant someone was definitely there!

The fries that helped with the car repairs often got blown into the air along with the car.

The potatoes, on the other hand, remained much calmer.

It's not a big deal. The time I was tricked by French fries' silence back then was much more exciting than this.

"Sigh, I've been ostracized by the couple in love."

The jailer brother's classic self-deprecating humor in the group chat.

The problem is, even when we ask him to come and play, he won't come.

Although Jiang Heyi felt that it was a good thing that he didn't come, anyone who played this game was an idiot.

Yes, he's an idiot too.

The only ones who probably don't feel blood pressure are Zhong Zemo and his bed.

Laughter and cheers continued, leaving only French fries feeling annoyed and regretful, clutching the potato tightly in their hands.

The potatoes were delighted.

"Thank you, bed, squid."

"Oh my, her hands are so soft."

Chapter 286 The Sweetness Under the Same Starry Sky

There should always be a principle of reciprocity in all things.

French Fries grasped Jiang Heyi's hand, and he should reciprocate in kind.

After the noisy online gaming session ended, he pulled Fries into his arms, and they curled up on the sofa, each holding a controller, enjoying a casual game together in front of the TV.

The little figures on the screen bounced around, making frequent mistakes. The two masters, who had once dominated the game, seemed to be using the controller for the first time, clumsily unable to walk.

Through his short shirt, the heat of the fries scorched Jiang Heyi's chest.

She mischievously rubbed against him, her smooth hair, styled after a shower, brushing against his chin and brushing close to Jiang Heyi's neck.

A fragrant breeze, carrying her body heat, wafted over me.

A ticklish sensation spread from my neck throughout my body, making my blood boil and pound.

Jiang Heyi could only see her hair, but that didn't stop him from sketching a slightly mischievous smile on his lips, which was slowly turning upwards.

I used to occasionally switch up and down the flavors of the fries to create surprises, but lately I've really fallen in love with this one and am enjoying it.

Of course, Jiang Heyi wasn't missing the limited-edition cold-faced frozen fries from the launch event; they were simply different in their own way.

For example, right now... the hot fries have already made him red-hot!

Seeing that Jiang Heyi didn't react, she slightly raised her head and gently stroked Jiang Heyi's chin with her hair.

The fries were more than half a head shorter than him, and nestled in his arms, their hands wrapped around their knees and slightly curled up, making one instantly imagine a cat curled up in a ball while sleeping.

When encountering this kind of cat, Jiang Heyi usually can't help but touch it.

For some reason, the closer the relationship, the more she couldn't suppress her mischievous and teasing desires.

Is it the aftereffect of Kesha's decisive offensive, or is it the irresistible urge to misbehave in front of him, watching his helpless yet restrained panic?

Ah...that's wonderful.

I've gradually become dependent on him.

It became inextricably linked to his life, little by little.

Just like my mom and her family...

The fries jolted.

"Wouldn't that make us exactly the same as them?"

"no!"

The church bells, a reminder to refuse to succumb to despair, rang in her heart only twice. The warmth that slowly and gently crept across her cheeks made her unconsciously grip the sofa tightly.

Jiang Heyi always starts playing with the kitten by touching its ears, pinching the tips first, and watching it flutter and return to its original position.

Time and time again, without getting tired of it.

The same technique can be used on French fries.

Gently rub your earlobe; it acts like a temperature regulator, causing the surface temperature of your earlobe to rise rapidly, turning completely red in no time.

Transforming into a self-heating fries, she simply leaned back and rested her head on Jiang Heyi's chest.

Paralyzed, but not completely paralyzed.

We should always be mindful of reciprocity and go with the flow.

As if he had heard a signal from the depths of his heart, Fries sat up.

Some things need no further explanation.

Warm and soft.