T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

It started at 50 jin, then 60...

Until the last two years, the excessive 70s and 80s.

They can be exchanged for rice, flour, cooking oil, or local specialties at an equivalent price.

The jailer is lucky; he won a prize on his very first attempt at a prank by his fellow members in the Seals group.

I thought the other party was just joking, and that what I would get in the end would be some otaku-related items related to rice.

There's a hardcore farming game out there that's perfect for gifting; maybe this is it?

The prison guard's imagined scenario shattered the moment he received a call from the delivery guy.

While still in school, he saw the heavy bags of rice and his mind went blank.

A bag of rice costing just over 400 yuan can flatten him into a pancake, making him unable to turn over.

Since then, whenever he spends money on in-game purchases, the jailer always recalls that afternoon when he was overwhelmed by a mountain of rice.

Surprisingly, after the conversion, it effectively curbed the prison guard's desire to spend money on in-game purchases, allowing him to gradually withdraw from the mobile game addiction in his later years of university and continue to focus on computer games.

After hearing what the jailer said, Orange Tea blinked in surprise.

"Really, friends from the God Group... Is that how you use that term?"

Strolling around the aquarium, a romantic dating spot, with Orange Tea, and talking about his past, Jailer Bro felt as if it were a dream.

They were particularly interested in the orange tea, listening intently the whole time.

So far, the topic of rice is the one that has elicited the strongest reaction from her.

It's so cute in its simplicity.

Jiang Heyi compiled a travel guide of the places she and French Fries went on their daytime date after confirming their relationship, and showed it to the prison guard.

He was specifically reminded that he should learn more about the fish found in the aquarium so he could do some on-site science education.

Although his public image doesn't match this action, it's still better than the two of them just strolling around and seeing a fish floating by, staring at each other blankly, with Orange Tea asking, "What kind of fish is this?" and the two of them just staring at each other in silence.

The jailer was willing to listen to advice, but... listening to advice is one thing, remembering it is another.

I've been studying the magical theories of the Anaworld intensively lately, and with the help of orange tea, I've managed to cram the knowledge into my mind.

But this knowledge about fish is just too much; I memorized it and forgot it immediately.

"what fish is this?"

A pale blue halo flowed across the glass as manta rays stretched their broad pectoral fins and slowly glided over their heads, casting shadows that briefly brushed against Orange Tea's face.

Her eyes were still fixed on the shimmering school of fish, her lips slightly parted.

The question, "What kind of fish is this?" floated between the two like a bubble.

The jailer was sweating profusely.

The unfolding was as expected, the only problem being... his mind suddenly wasn't working properly.

Are manta rays and stingrays the same thing?

Should he make a blind guess first?

A few seconds passed in the midst of the hesitation, and whether it was a manta ray or a devil ray, it leisurely slithered away.

The slowly swaying fins seemed to be supporting two large, luminous characters on the left and right.

"A god!"

The two looked at each other in silence. Orange Tea's eyes were full of expectation, but the jailer's eyes were as desperate as a student who had found a blank notebook before an open-book exam.

Orange Tea tried hard to suppress the smile on her lips.

Of course she knew what kind of fish it was.

But she also got the strategy guide, from French fries.

"A silly guy like the jailer will most likely try to act like a normal person in order to make a point of being noticed by you. He'll try to memorize some knowledge to show off. If you indulge his little desires a little, you'll see him happy like a child."

"She's easy to coax, give it a try."

Neither of them knew that the strategies provided by French Fries and Potatoes were mutually compatible.

Orange Tea made its move, and the jailer couldn't catch it, instantly putting the show on hold.

"It looks delicious, it reminds me of the fried fish fillets I had last night."

The prison guard pushed the conversation forward forcefully, albeit desperately.

That's strange. Normally, this little bit of embarrassment wouldn't be a problem at all. He's known as a social terrorist in the community, so why would he be afraid of embarrassment?

But in front of the orange tea, he felt his abstract exterior naturally peel away, involuntarily revealing his more authentic self.

"Orange tea is definitely different!"

Thinking this, he couldn't help but observe the orange tea's reaction.

Yes, she's smiling.

Although it was a silly mistake, it provided the desired entertainment value.

If it were anyone else, the prison guard would feel like they were mocking him.

But orange tea is different~~~

So this is what King You of Zhou felt?

The jailer felt relieved and realized that he had gained a deeper understanding of historical figures.

"It'll be better when the weather gets warmer. It's still so cold now, you can't see anything even if you try to peek."

Orange Tea's sudden words startled the jailer, who turned his head in surprise.

Orange Tea pursed her lips: "Actually, you're really looking forward to me wearing a dress, right?"

"I haven't said anything yet, can you read minds?"

"Do I need to read minds? Look at me dressed like a penguin, you can't see my legs, you'll feel a little disappointed, that's more in line with my name."

When she first arrived, Orange Tea's outfit was... well, let's just say it wasn't great.

You can't expect someone who's been burying themselves in their studies throughout high school to care much about external matters.

Before I'd even been in university for a few days, I was pulled into a guild and started down a different path, continuing my old-fashioned, unfashionable style of dressing.

The comfort of the bed was the best. I opened my heavy wardrobe and took out each item for her to try on.

After some guidance, Orange Tea gradually understood how to match clothes to show off her charm and personality.

"If you want to make the jailer happy, that's easy. Just put on some tight stockings and a pleated skirt and dangle them in front of him. He'll be kneeling down, begging you to keep this outfit all day."

A comment from my bedside: the ugly appearance of the prison guard.

Orange Tea didn't think it was that serious. She was dressed warmly today, and the jailer was in high spirits when she went out.

He simply put his hand out from under the down jacket, put on a sleeve, and casually squeezed the guard's fingers, and the guard's smile immediately lit up.

Sigh, I spend all day online playing with abstract images and watching tons of erotic pictures.

His comments were comprehensive, as if he were a seasoned tycoon who had experienced countless nights of revelry.

Offline, it's just holding hands; the innocent reaction is like a fine wine that's been aged for years—its aroma is already overflowing even before it's opened.

Like a giant onion, peel back the abstract exterior of the prison guard, and inside is pure.

Thinking this, Orange Tea flicked her sleeve over again.

Like a robot that understands instructions, the jailer eagerly reached out his hand and completed the docking inside his sleeve.

"It's fun, the onion-peeling game is really interesting."

Orange Tea tried to purse her lips, not wanting the jailer to understand her little thoughts.

After wandering around for quite a while, just as we were about to leave the aquarium area, Orange Tea suddenly stopped.

The jailer followed her gaze and saw a shop selling souvenirs from the museum's collection.

They have everything from plush toys to small ornaments and pendants.

"Choose one, it's all Dad's money anyway, he'll be unhappy if I don't spend it." The jailer flicked the card.

Orange Tea said, "It's your family's money that's being spent. Don't act like you're emptying your savings for me. I'm not Hu Qian."

The jailer tilted his head: "Hiss, are you that concerned about Hu Qian?"

“If I like you, then I really like you, and it has nothing to do with your family, your affairs, or your money,” Orange Tea said earnestly. “It only concerns you.”

"I hope you feel the same way. You can't just like me because of my legs..."

Orange Tea muttered to herself.

When the jailer received the first half of the sentence, his brain was already overloaded and went into a berserk state.

At this moment, Orange Tea is the highest output DPS at the boundary between reality and illusion, and can kill a max-level and fully-trained Necromancer with just one sentence.

The jailer wanted to make a move, but he suddenly realized that in the face of such a devastating statement, any action would seem like that of a clown.

Thankfully, he enjoys being the clown.

"It's like your legs don't belong to you... I already said, you're chocolate flavored."

Orange Tea laughed and scolded, "So your focus is still on legs? And speaking of chocolate, I should tape your mouth shut from now on."

"That won't work."

"why?"

“Orange Tea, you’re not that kind of person, you definitely wouldn’t do that.”

"I'll change for you," Orange Tea said matter-of-factly. "Isn't that a kind of change too?"

People coming and going, catching a glimpse of the commotion on this side, couldn't help but stop and steal a glance.

Orange Tea quickly coughed and said, "Alright, alright, I've made my choice, let's pay."

The chosen object was a huge seal plush toy, grayish-white with a few spots.

Well, the jailer's assessment was that it was ugly, but after looking at it for a while, you would get a feeling that... the little thing was quite unique.

"Why did you choose it?"

“Beiwo has a similar seal-shaped bag,” Orange Tea laughed. “I don’t understand this, but it’s always good to follow Beiwo’s aesthetic.”

There are plenty of "teachers" at the boundary between the virtual and the real, enough for Orange Tea to learn from.

This applies to fashion, and it also applies to dating.

but……

Orange Tea glanced at the jailer who was paying the bill and smiled.

She doesn't seem to need any guides or similar references anymore.

Just treat the prison guard like an onion.

Although it's a little pungent when you cut it open, it always tastes sweet once it's cooked.

Chapter 546 Misplaced Talent

Instead of going to a restaurant, Orange Tea spotted a roadside stall and casually said, "It's my treat," before leading the jailer to a seat.

"Luosifen (snail rice noodles), with egg, braised duck feet, sausage, duck intestines, and beef brisket, hmm, that's it."

The jailer blinked. He hadn't said anything yet, so how did it get lit?

"Is this your favorite food?"

He nodded: "My favorite lately."

That's how the prison guard is; when he comes across something he likes to eat, he'll eat it all in one go until he gets tired of it before switching to something new.

He felt that this habit was formed during his student days. After all, he didn't have much money in his pocket, and after careful budgeting, he could only resort to a formulaic approach.

After a while, the formula just becomes second nature.

Mengxuan has been eating snail rice noodles for almost half a month now. He's tried takeout, ordering from home, and finally, he asked Moyu to pre-make a pot of soup and ingredients so he could sniffle up a couple more times before going to sleep.

How did you know I would add these?