T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

There's no way to avoid kneeling; the Virtual-Real Boundary Tower World is performing better and better, its popularity is rising, and its number of fans has exceeded 400 million.

Although he is also a streamer with millions of followers, Burning Dragon Knight knows exactly what's going on.

What is the boundary between reality and virtuality? What are millions of fans? And what are you, a million fans?

Any one of their videos can easily garner millions of views, with countless fans across all online platforms, and an overseas fan base is gradually being established.

Relying on the support of a constellation of stars, these seven individuals have risen to prominence at lightning speed and are now among the most sought-after game streamers in China.

Because of the rumors, he is always dragged out and criticized whenever there is a big news story at the boundary between fact and fiction.

The videos were blocked by one group after another, and the live streams were full of sarcastic remarks.

Many potential partners backed out after seeing the chaotic situation.

Zhang Jingqing was in no hurry to go to court, but instead delayed the settlement process, allowing the raging public opinion to relentlessly tear flesh from the burning dragon knight.

It's like a hyena tearing apart the flesh of its prey.

He was convinced that the Burning Dragon Knight still wanted the account with a million followers.

Admit defeat, wait for the storm to pass and people to forget, then continue to make money—a very standard PR tactic for internet companies facing financial ruin.

For this, the other party would be willing to pay unimaginable compensation.

"How many?"

The jailer clapped his hands: "160 million."

The commentator in the quilt hit the nail on the head: "In recent years, the self-media industry has declined, and the money earned is far less than before. He must have felt a lot of pain when he had to cut his losses."

"Who cares about the pain? As long as we can have a prosperous New Year," the Primal Body laughed. "Isn't there another one? What's it called again?"

"A whale in a basin," Fries reminded her, then asked, "And what did she do with it?"

"If someone suffers losses, someone else must bear the consequences of spreading rumors, and of course, we should pursue legal action to the end."

“She also wanted to reconcile, and felt that if the Dragon Knight could talk, she could too, but we didn’t give her the opportunity.”

No wonder he's the jailer's personal lawyer; he arrests one person to make money and another to gain fame.

Money and reputation are all earned back for the employer.

This brings us to watermelon shumai.

This small content creator, who gave the boundary between virtual and real fame his first opportunity, wisely did not get involved in the hype.

By relying on a screenshot of him backstabbing Dragon Knight and others, he successfully attracted a wave of traffic, transformed into a sycophant on the boundary between reality and fiction, and stabilized his account.

Choice is greater than effort.

What should I do if I admire the Tea Master?

Jiang Heyi was browsing the community when she caught sight of this post.

That's really weird, worth watching.

"As the title says, I feel really drawn to the Tea Goddess. Does anyone know how to pursue a girl like her? What should I be aware of?"

The post has already attracted a large number of players to form groups.

"The most urgent thing for the original poster is to buy a pillow."

"Are you jet-lagged? It's still daytime."

"Let's have a rational discussion. Actually, I also want to try pursuing the Tea Goddess. Don't you guys want a walking, talking weirdo as a girlfriend? Besides, even though the Tea Goddess is a country girl, she's really cute."

"Do you think it's possible that Tea God is browsing the community right now, and came across this post, saw you guys acting crazy here, and then thought with disgust, 'Otaku are really disgusting.'"

"If you put it that way, then this is bad. The Tea God must hate the jailer the most. He's the most nerdy guy at the boundary between reality and illusion, the source of abstraction."

"Maybe if they meet in private, even the Tea Master would hold his nose when he sees the jailer."

The jailer sat next to Jiang Heyi, his gaze following the movement of Jiang's phone screen.

Seeing this, he looked up.

Orange is sharing freshly made plain fries with French fries, crunching and satisfying, feeling happy and content.

"Is this how people in the community imagine our daily interactions?"

Jiang Heyi opened his mouth, and French Fries came over with a plate and began feeding him.

"Hiss, it's still a bit hot, but it tastes good... After all, you're used to being abstract in games, so it's hard for people to imagine you being serious in real life."

"What happened?"

Orange Tea looked down curiously and immediately caught a glimpse of the post title.

She paused for a moment, then blushed and quickly opened the community page.

The person in question has finally arrived.

French Fries thoughtfully dipped Jiang Heyi's "main body" in ketchup before feeding it to him.

“I remember that the Tea Master did not have the habit of conducting intensive self-searching.”

After gaining fame, most of the people on the boundary between virtual and real life went through a period of intense self-searching.

Regardless of the platform, they frantically search for information about themselves, enjoying it immensely, just to understand how others see them.

Jiang Heyi was no exception; during the qualifiers, he would be so happy about those comments that he would toss and turn at night.

The feeling of being an unknown nobody suddenly stepping onto the big stage and gaining the attention of countless people is exhilarating.

The prison guard was constantly searching for information about him, whether it was criticizing him or praising him, he enjoyed it all.

The Tea Goddess didn't have this habit. She seemed never to be curious about how others saw her. She simply logged into the community and refreshed the homepage in an ordinary and simple way.

They watch whatever is pushed to them, they're not picky eaters, and they're easy to raise.

The blanket hugged the orange tea from behind, and the hands rubbed against the abdomen.

"Oh ho, let me see, tsk tsk~~~" the woman in bed chuckled mischievously, "What's it like to be called 'wife' by a bunch of people?"

Orange Tea blushed and said irritably, "Just like the prison guard, he calls every pretty female character 'wife'."

The prison guard raised his hands and cried out that he was innocent.

"Their definition of beauty is different from mine; I'm clearly more interested in feet!"

"..."

"You're hopeless. Go live with your jailer for the rest of your life."

"Really?" The jailer was overjoyed, his tone inexplicably excited.

"..."

Even after spending so much time together, the prison guard's genuine emotions still managed to leave everyone speechless and choked with emotion.

……

……

"Ask for leave?"

Looking at the application submitted by Chen Shaoyu, Zhu Huo looked completely bewildered.

"There are still 4 days until the New Year holiday, is there such a rush?"

Chen Shaoyu touched the back of his neck sheepishly: "It's rare to make money this year, so I want to go home early and spend time with my family."

A year ago, Chen Shaoyu did not go home.

The earnest voices of his parents on the phone filled him with mixed feelings. After hesitating for a long time, he could only force himself to reply in a cheerful tone, "Overtime pay, four times the salary."

It was actually a lie; he had lost his job.

After graduating and venturing out into the world, struggling and working his way up, this was the first time he had ever been so afraid of the Lunar New Year.

Perhaps no one knows a son better than his father. Even though he tried his best to pretend on the phone and spoke in a cheerful tone, he still received a red envelope from his family the next day.

There are at least 5000.

"Have a good New Year over there, and don't overwork yourself."

Looking at his mother's message, Chen Shaoyu tasted a salty and bitter flavor in his instant noodles.

On his first time spending the Lunar New Year alone away from home, he turned up the TV volume and switched to his least favorite program—his family always did this, even if no one was watching, they would still keep it on.

Doing this would make Chen Shaoyu feel like he had returned to that distant home, with his family by his side.

In the family group chat, videos of firecrackers exploding one after another jumped around, and the air seemed to be filled with the smell of gunpowder.

It was past midnight, and there was no sound of fireworks in his ears.

Outside the window, thousands of lights shone brightly, and the distant cheers could be faintly heard, while he was simply scrolling through his phone, editing his resume.

Whenever Chen Shaoyu recalls this period, his heart tightens.

He was an ordinary person.

You have to go home for the New Year, preferably in a grand and impressive way, so that your parents can be proud and you can go back with your head held high.

He was very candid in front of the candlelight.

"I see. If I hadn't brought you to the Starry Campfire, would you have gone home this year?"

As of March of this year, Chen Shaoyu was still unemployed.

It was the name of the candle that made him a member of the current Stars Campfire Chinese server.

Chen Shaoyu didn't hesitate: "Being a stray dog ​​outside is not as good as going home. At least there's a hot meal at home. We can think about the future later."

This feeling is enough to experience once in a lifetime.

The candlelight lowered its head, stared at the leave request, hesitated for a moment, and then nodded.

"Don't forget to log in to the game," she said with a smile. "I only gave you a daytime holiday. At night, you still belong to Stars and Campfire."

Chen Shaoyu left in high spirits.

Most of the operations staff at the Stars Campfire Chinese server are also packing up. With the year-end approaching, Chen Shaoyu is not the only one who has taken leave in advance.

As a competent boss, Zhu Huo approved them all.

As more and more people left, the floors below the office of the candlelight were completely empty.

She simply announced the official start of the holiday and immediately closed all passageways leading to the office floors.

Going home, what a wonderful word.

For a doll, the candle's home should be the great place where she was created.

That sacred place that forever releases surging magic, enough to transform living beings.

But when they received the Lord's teachings, the Lord told all the puppets.

"Home is the refuge of the soul, a sanctuary where all emotions can be embraced."

Setting aside rhetorical descriptions, this means that the concept of "home" is meaningless to the doll.

A doll, without a heart.

Only individuals with a complete sense of self can explore their destiny.

Even today, the candlelight still doesn't understand why the Lord discussed "home" with the puppets.

To use the vocabulary created by this world's civilization, this is a hellish joke, as jarring as mocking a disabled person for lacking limbs.

She stared blankly out the window until the sun set and the office was plunged into darkness.

The neon lights downstairs illuminated the scene, and the car headlights formed a long, flowing line.

When she came to her senses, the entire company was deserted.

As she stepped out of the office, she caught a glimpse of a box of vinegar on the table by the door.

With a smile playing on her lips, Zhu Huo realized that Chen Shaoyu had already prepared her expenses for the Lunar New Year period.

She rarely comes to the floor where the Chinese server operators are active.

Perhaps it was the strong sense of belonging brought about by the high salaries that led the Chinese server operators to clean the entire floor spotless before leaving, including their own workstations, as if no one had ever used them.

As I walked into the hall at the corner, the candlelight stopped me in my tracks.

On the whiteboard hanging on the wall, there were countless red wish lists cut into leaves.