T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

“Nongya, wow, I was just looking for you.” Crimson Music Box chuckled. “We haven’t gotten together to play together since the World Server update. Here’s a friend slot for you; a lot of people are looking for you.”

Nong Ya sent a wry smile cat emoji.

"By the way, in your culture, if you do something wrong or say something wrong, how do you usually make amends and apologize?"

The scarlet music box asked in bewilderment, "Who have you offended?"

Nong Ya did not answer, but continued to press for an answer.

“It depends on the person. My suggestion is to visit him in person with a gift he likes and express your apology in person,” said Scarlet Music Box. “It’s like bringing two boxes of milk.”

"It's that simple?"

"That depends on how serious your mistake is."

"If you can't read the room and people dislike you, does that count?"

"Uh..." The Crimson Music Box was getting more and more confused. "Could it be... the boundary between reality and illusion?"

After Nong Ya explained, the Crimson Music Box was left speechless, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

What an absurd misunderstanding!

Those of you who studied abroad or do science popularization, can you please do something decent instead of doing things that are easy to misunderstand?

But seeing Nong Ya so serious, she couldn't resist teasing her.

Chapter 324 Two Boxes of Milk

At the moment the Wanderer's Paradise instance ended, although the boundary between the virtual and real worlds didn't have much interaction, they both felt something upon returning to reality.

"Leisurely days may become fewer in the near future."

With the same thought in mind, and since it was a day off, everyone was enjoying a relaxing time.

The "real world championship" is even more intense than the anticipated world championship. Once it starts, everyone will probably need to put aside other real-world matters and get together briefly to facilitate communication at any time.

It concerns my own future, so I can't be careless.

After much deliberation, Jiang Heyi sent his contingency plan to the group chat.

This required the three students to suspend their studies and disrupt their existing life rhythm, so Jiang Heyi also provided an explanation.

"The pressure was immense, which led me to this point."

The woman in the blankets answered first: "I have no problem with that. I'll talk to my dad, and he should agree."

Since becoming famous, her family's support for her has skyrocketed.

It's said that Daddy in the quilt is a big fan of Jiang Heyi's gameplay and has downloaded and watched a lot of videos of Magic Warriors.

However, he didn't choose the Magic Warrior as his first or second profession.

Curious, he asked in bed, and he replied, "I'm not an idiot."

He's clearly a player who listens to advice, a stark contrast to his father, the French Fries Dad.

I wonder if her family knows about her relationship with Zhong Zemo.

Orange Tea hesitated for a moment.

"I should be fine too, I can make the decision."

Jiang Heyi already knew the answer regarding the fries, so this meant everyone had passed...

Oh, I haven't posted in the chat group since the Four Primitives game ended, so I'm still one vote short.

The prison guard joked, "Didn't expect it to end up being a very nostalgic studio mode?"

Jiang Heyi emphasized: "It's just a contingency plan, better safe than sorry."

"Alright, where should we set the location?"

"If your family can provide a spare house, then we'll choose this one. Otherwise, Fries and I will find another way."

"Ew~~~ 'You and French fries' ugh." The jailer felt a chill run down his spine as he looked through the screen.

The thought of having to eat dog food every day as part of this backup plan...

He added fuel to the fire in the blankets: "Forget it, the jailer is too useless. I'd rather look forward to my performance."

"Wow, you look down on me, don't you? You name the type of building, the villa, I'll order it right away..." The jailer's arrogant tone turned humble in a second, "I'll ask my dad for help."

The discussion about filing the record has ended, but the four original entities have yet to appear.

“That’s why we need to get together offline, so we won’t be unable to find someone when we need to,” Jiang Heyi said.

"How come I have 99+ unread messages as soon as I log in? Are you guys posting so much on your day off? Don't you go out for a walk?"

The four proto-pro ...

With Nong Ya's help, he went out for a while.

The first thing Nong Ya did upon meeting him was to bring two boxes of milk and sincerely bow down to apologize.

The translation software in my hand contained a pre-prepared, clearly polished text.

After carefully reviewing the document, the four prototypes couldn't help but facepalm, truly at a loss for words.

What a strange misunderstanding.

During my time at Agricultural University, I met many international students from China. Although my major never involved languages, I still learned a lot about them out of curiosity and the need for communication.

This includes some domestic customs and culture.

That evening, after the four primordial beings asked for the time, they immediately said they wanted to invite her for tea. Nong Ya didn't react at first, but the more she thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong.

I recall a friend saying that serving tea to a guest is a very tactful and subtle way of expressing oneself...

It was just a minor misunderstanding.

Unfortunately, the overseas students who taught Nongya back then didn't cover everything. When they gave an example of serving tea and seeing guests off, they said, "It's a subtle way of implying that the annoying guest can understand the atmosphere and get up to leave."

Cultural differences are often like this; local experts can accurately avoid pitfalls and understand the original appearance of cultural customs.

Those who know nothing have no taboos, and the mistakes they make often have commonalities, making them textbook-worthy references.

Those who only have a superficial understanding often create misunderstandings that leave both sides bewildered and amused.

In the end, it often becomes so absurd that both parties, after clearing up the misunderstanding, can't help but think, "Oh, so that's how it is."

If the international student had been more patient and explained that serving tea and seeing guests off have multiple meanings and require specific analysis of each situation, and that such hints are rarely seen in daily interactions in modern society—at least in the interactions between ordinary people—it would have been much better.

Nong Ya felt increasingly uneasy. She felt that she had not only wasted the time of the four original bodies, but also failed to understand the euphemistic code, and that all the trouble she had caused was extremely offensive.

I wanted to add you as a friend and explain, but the entire guild at the boundary between virtual and real worlds rejected my friend request.

Nong Ya was troubled for a whole day. Thinking only took a little time, yet it made the boundary between the virtual and real worlds so angry... As expected of a T0 guild, such a strong sense of time management.

As expected of a country known for its seriousness.

The first person to hear the story of Nongya, the Crimson Music Box, was equally amused and exasperated, realizing that the misunderstanding was also mixed with some subtle stereotypes.

Even someone like Nong Ya, who personally visited the country, couldn't change things overnight.

For example, she believes that everyone in China is a highly capable person with outstanding learning and execution abilities.

Without exception, all the students who stayed behind and interacted with her back then had outstanding academic performance and excellent self-care abilities.

Her closeness to them stemmed from a private gathering of the Liuzi circle, where they invited her to a home-cooked meal.

Nong Ya didn't have high expectations for home-style cooking.

The reason is simple: the people of the Plain White Banner of old France are always confident and proud of their diet.

During Napoleon's campaigns, the old guard members who could research and improve military supplies and rations on the battlefield were truly superior to the poor, lowly soldiers next door who were still eating inferior canned food during World War II!

When it comes to war, everyone uses white flags, surrender, and photos of famous historical figures with the Eiffel Tower as a triple hammer blow to France, leaving them speechless.

But when it comes to food, they just stand up, raise their middle finger, and sweep across all of Europe. Ask them how much this costs.

Without any expectations, Nong Ya took the first bite with a perfunctory attitude.

However, after taking the second bite...

She later heard from her friend that she had tried all the dishes that day, and her favorite was a tomato and egg dish, which she devoured half of and even had with rice.

That doesn't make sense. I'm a very picky eater; I've tried all sorts of delicious food.

Nong Ya refused to believe in superstitions and decided to attend the gathering a few more times.

So, she ended up being the one to chip in.

The impression Nong Ya had during her student days was very deep-rooted, so when she stood up for the boundary between reality and illusion, aside from her rebellious and confrontational nature, she also harbored some goodwill towards her.

This applies not only to the international students who once fed her, but also to this great Eastern country she had never met.

In Nongya, the Crimson Music Box contains a complete encyclopedia of all stereotypes.

She acquires knowledge from all sorts of sources, even including short videos.

After being brutally poisoned, much of the tainted knowledge she had acquired became part of her beliefs.

For example, her understanding of Chengning and Guangfu is that they are a source of soldiers with a strong military atmosphere, always preparing for war, with high combat power per capita and super strong field combat capabilities.

It seems like everyone who comes from here is a free climber, and their wilderness survival skills are maxed out. It would be a shame if they didn't sleep in trees, given their savage physiques.

The latter is simply that the people here eat everything, make soup from everything, and are so eager to chase after fresh ingredients that they can eat them whole. They can eat raw meat and drink blood and sit at the same table as the people next door.

It's too stereotypical; it's the kind of stereotypical stereotype that makes locals either feel helpless or angry.

Despite being from an elite middle-class family, Nong Ya possesses an unusually simple understanding of life, which moved the Crimson Music Box to tears.

Given all these factors combined, it's no wonder that she could reasonably believe that this misunderstanding pieced together from a series of bizarre and strange pieces of information was the truth.

So, the Crimson Music Box told her, "Where we come from, the most sincere way to apologize is to bring two boxes of milk to someone's door, bow deeply, and say 'I was wrong.'"

The four original entities were even more speechless after seeing the timely message from the Scarlet Music Box.

He had no choice but to patiently explain the whole story and that he really had never been angry.

It took Nong Ya a full half hour, until the translation software was practically smoking, for her to recover.

"So, you rejected my application simply because I stated 'I am Nongya'?"

"Sister, I don't know much about things in France, but here, if someone raises their hand and says 'I am XX,' they're probably a scammer. In the game environment, it's most likely a prank, and who would pass that!"

As he spoke, Siyuanti took out the game app and added Nongya as a friend on the spot.

This action completely dispelled Nongya's last remaining doubts.

She glanced at the two large boxes of milk she was still carrying... and felt an urge to bang her head against the wall and die.

That's amazing!

After the explanation was cleared up, everyone went their separate ways. Nong Ya was satisfied to have everyone on the virtual-real boundary as her friend.

The sharing of the four primitives broadened the horizons of everyone in the guild.

"The translation accuracy of the game built into Candlelight is high enough that it couldn't have avoided her situation, could it?" The woman in the blankets marveled.

“I told you AI can’t replace humans, and this is proof of that,” the prison guard said.

The candlelight had already made a promise to ensure that everyone, including their parents, would die peacefully without illness. Therefore, upon hearing the contents of the filing, it agreed without hesitation.

"I'm done now, I'll head out first."

"Isn't the jailer supposed to be a homebody and getting moldy? Where are you going?" Orange Tea asked curiously.

Having worked together for a long time, the guild members knew each other's schedules very well.

Take the prison guard as an example. Before he had a job and didn't team up with his guildmates, his daily routine was to get up at 11 a.m.

You can leisurely scroll through your phone for a while, or if you're really craving something to eat, you can drive out to find a place to eat. If you're not in the mood, you can wander around nearby and find a well-established restaurant that you've scouted out to satisfy your hunger.

When I got home, I turned on my computer, went online, chatted non-stop, and played PC games.

After going through this whole process, it's basically evening. Then the process of foraging for food is repeated, followed by the playtime, and finally, it's time to go to bed. And just like that, the day is over.

A life lived like a mere chronicle, just killing time one day at a time.

After gaining a deeper understanding of this dual-cycle lifestyle, it's hard not to empathize with the prison guard's parents and feel helpless.

The words "dejected and listless" are stuck on my forehead, and I can't get them off.

It's much better now. At least he has an extra workout in his routine, and with continued effort, his weight has started to drop steadily.