T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 116, 115. You only took a can of tea, do you even know how to behave?
Plain fries are a real carb hog, and her appetite is probably the biggest among the three girls. Jiang Heyi thinks that if the spinning wheel hadn't been preventing her from eating, she would have finished her plate even more efficiently.

She's a fruit platter killer in bed; she ate most of the complimentary fruit platter from the restaurant, leaving her too full to eat anything else—she really loves fruit.

It's clear from the orange tea that she doesn't have a particular preference; she'll just grab a couple of bites when the turntable stops in front of her, and she doesn't skimp on the food during the meal.

Surprisingly, the jailer's frantic ordering was spot on; the dishes were just the right amount, and the staple food was plentiful, ensuring everyone felt satisfied.

These types of business restaurants typically serve elegant portions, scientifically avoiding diminishing marginal returns, leaving every diner wanting more.

The seven people are currently in a state where they are full, but not particularly full, and can still eat something.

"Am I really a genius?" The jailer waved his hand. "Come on, let's go get some dessert. It'll be a good opportunity to take a walk after dinner to digest."

Desserts are simply irresistible.

Although the jailer didn't say how much the bill was, just looking at that incredibly delicious grouper, you could guess that the final price wasn't cheap.

"Do you usually eat here, Jailer?" Orange Tea asked curiously.

"How could that be? I usually eat a mix of pork trotter rice and soy sauce chicken rice, which costs around 20 yuan a meal. It's only this year that I've been able to afford something this luxurious."

The jailer waved his hand and decided to explain in detail his financial situation.

Because of his less-than-ideal college entrance exam results, and because his parents saw him as a lazy person addicted to games, he only spent 3000 yuan a month starting from college.

Sometimes during family tea gatherings, as the elders are talking, my dad will reduce the amount of tea for him.

The prison guard neither protested nor objected, and continued to live his life at his own pace.

This situation only gradually improved during my junior year.

It wasn't that he changed his parents' and elders' opinions with his excellent conduct, but rather that he fainted from the physical test because he skipped breakfast...

The prison guard used his hard-earned money to either fill his Steam inventory or buy plastic figurines to display at home. After getting to know Zhong Zemo and Jiang Heyi, he fell into the real card trap.

Of course, the final reason he fainted was that he listened to the nonsense in the group and kept increasing his budget to buy a computer with a high-end configuration.

The initial budget of 4000 was eventually increased to over 10,000.

The computer was set up, but the jailer's body couldn't take it anymore.

Despite the prison guard's large size, he was so weak that he could probably be knocked over with a single punch from under the covers.

To be honest, the jailer also felt that he had only himself to blame for what he did, but the final result was somewhat in his favor.

His disposable income stabilized at 3500, and his father no longer arbitrarily withheld any money.

Even if you shamelessly ask your family for extra food, you'll still get a good scolding, but they'll still give it to you eventually.

However, from then on, his family looked down on him.

Ever since his father scolded him, saying "It would be better to give birth to a piece of char siu than to give birth to you," the prison guard, who had reached the extreme, had thought about changing himself, and that's when he started exercising.

However, after sitting for too long, willpower and drive have been worn down. It's common to exercise for a day or two and then indulge for a week.

Unable to persevere with anything, the prison guard finally accepted the fact that he was a useless person and decided to keep going.

Anyway, his older brother spoils him, and the family doesn't need him to eat, so let him do whatever he wants.

However... he sometimes thinks about being able to sit and drink the whole thing during family tea gatherings.

Gaining access to the Proof of the Stars game was a turning point in his otherwise aimless and disorganized daily life.

He just clicked on Jiang Heyi's link casually, filled in his personal information, and the prison guard didn't even expect to win—his luck with lotteries has always been terrible.

However, he became the lucky winner in this lottery, which was the most important one for him.

Teaming up with Jiang Heyi and encountering other people on the boundary between reality and virtuality, we resumed our exercise routine after establishing a regular schedule and gradually stuck with it.

Wandering through the bustling streets during the holiday, the prison guard calmly and easily recounted his somewhat muddled experiences.

What do your family members think of you now?

The bed will definitely be there to support you, and upon hearing this, the prison guard's face lit up with joy.

"At our two most recent tea gatherings, the conversation was all about me."

The son, who was previously good-for-nothing and thought only of eating and waiting to die, suddenly started to improve. Although it seemed that he was just riding on someone else's coattails, the change was still like an ICU patient suddenly sitting up.

In the past, people would bluntly say that "playing games is a waste of time," but now some say, "Times have changed, and if you do your best in any industry, you'll naturally find a way to make a living."

"Shucheng, you took the tea, right?"

On his way to the dessert shop, the prison guard was startled when he received a call from his father.

Why ask about tea right off the bat? Is it really that precious?
"How are you going to share one can with your friend? Don't you know how to behave? Do I have to teach you how to treat people?"

The stern reprimand from his father, Yuan Hengye, brought a moment of coolness to the sweaty back of the jailer.

"Isn't it because I was afraid you wouldn't be able to bear to part with it?"

“Saying this in front of your friends makes us seem stingy. When will you learn to speak properly?”

"Sigh, that's how people interact these days."

Standing close enough to hear the conversation clearly, Jiang Heyi's lips twitched. He really could make his dad's blood pressure spike with just a single word; no wonder the prison guard was always getting yelled at (and scolded).

There was clearly a generation gap between the two sides, and the prison guard's way of communicating exacerbated the widening of the generation gap, which eventually led to the situation we see today.

After the call ended, the prison guard shrugged: "My dad asked us if we were interested in having tea with him sometime."

"If you're not interested, then forget it," the jailer quickly added.

Jiang Heyi could roughly guess the meaning behind the invitation.

Parents all hope their children will become successful and accomplished. If they don't, they hope their children can still be self-reliant and independent.

Just hearing about the prison guard's previous listless and decadent state is enough to picture him vividly, let alone his family.

Now that they see the prison guard brother has changed and is gradually getting closer to the goal of self-reliance by following the boundary between the virtual and real worlds, they, as parents, are naturally curious about this group of friends from the boundary between the virtual and real worlds.

After all, the prison guard had a long and dark history, so it's normal for them to worry that his loose tongue might offend people.

Thinking of all this, Jiang Heyi raised his head and found that Lu Yanfei was also glancing at him.

It seems they've come up with the same idea.

Before they could speak, Zhong Zemo, who had also thought of this, spoke up.

“Go ahead, why wouldn’t you?” he said. “Can you stop your family from sending us gifts?”

As a teacher, Zhong Zemo is very clear about the thoughts of students' parents, and he understands them simply by putting himself in their shoes.

"Wow, I can bring you the gifts... But my dad is a difficult person to talk to, do you really want to go?"

"A gift?" Bedside's eyes lit up. "I want to go!"

"You little rich girl, do you really need a small gift?"

"What's wrong? It's free, give me some first." The woman in the blanket raised her head, speaking with a straight face. "The money in my house isn't my money, what's wrong with me earning some for myself?"

The two abstract holy beings began to argue fiercely.

Jiang Heyi shook his head.

Sigh, these two are just bored. They've been surfing the internet all day and haven't learned anything, just getting into abstract concepts.

Fortunately, the bickering didn't affect the prison guard's navigation function, and they unknowingly left the bustling city and entered the relatively dimly lit streets.

Everywhere you look in the streets and alleys, you can see elderly men playing chess and grandmothers chatting and gossiping with others while fanning themselves with palm-leaf fans.

I occasionally bumped into a few young people, most of whom were out getting takeout for late-night snacks to take home.

There are no bright neon lights, no flashing signs; the signs that greet you are full of a sense of nostalgia.

The incandescent light bulb at the shop entrance was covered with a layer of gray mist and was no longer very bright. The wooden counter at the entrance served only as decoration, and there was no one inside at all.

Instead, two pre-posted QR codes for receiving payments were displayed.

Deep in the alley, a hidden gem awaits – a row of dessert shops.

Every stall was packed, so you had to bring your own small plastic stool, find a folding table in the corner of the shop, and set up a new table in an empty spot.

A quick glance revealed that the guests here spanned every age group.

Fashionably dressed young men and women, children who came with their parents, and elderly people with gray hair.

Looking back at the narrow, cramped, and dimly lit alleyway she had just walked through, Jiang Heyi felt a sudden sense of disorientation, as if she had unknowingly traveled through time.

It was as if I had accidentally stumbled into another world.

"Sigh, it wasn't this lively a few years ago. It's all the fault of those guys who go on food tours and make videos."

The jailer skillfully set up a table, brought everyone a stack of plastic stools, and also brought a laminated menu with a price list inside that was already a bit yellowed.

“This was originally a hidden gem of a local shop, but now everyone’s rushing over to eat here. What are we supposed to eat?”

His plaintive tone made everyone burst into laughter.

The boss was an older woman who clearly knew the prison guard; they started joking around as soon as they met.

"Yuan, you brought a girl? When did you become so popular?"

The jailer explained helplessly, "She's not my girlfriend, we met in a game... Never mind, I can't explain it clearly. Three servings of ginger milk curd, three servings of double-skin milk, and do you have any coconut milk herbal jelly? Let's have some to whet our appetites."

Everyone was already familiar with the jailer's ordering style; since he was such a good eater, he would definitely choose the signature dishes.

“I’ve been looking for food around here all year round, so I know what good food there is,” said the prison guard. “If a shop hasn’t changed in more than ten years and is still bustling with people, then it must have some real strength.”

"Let me make this clear first: after that meal, from now on, all the restaurants I take you to will be this type. Don't be too picky."

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