T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 239, Section 238: Hanging the Dog, Without a Mom.

Holding the package in his hand, Jiang Heyi couldn't help but grin foolishly.

To maintain the mystery until the very last second, he chose to go downstairs to pick up the package himself after receiving the delivery call.

"Crack, click, click."

"Crack, click, click."

When the door opened, French Fries was happily eating a large bag of cucumber-flavored potato chips. Just as he was about to say something, his gaze fell on the large box in Jiang Heyi's arms.

She took out a piece and naturally fed it to Jiang Heyi's mouth, asking curiously.

"What did you buy?"

"Take it apart and take a look."

After Jiang Heyi finished encouraging them, he stepped aside and watched with anticipation as the fries reacted.

French Fries muttered, "Serious, a new snack?"

As he spoke, he quickly opened the package with scissors.

The instruction manual that caught her eye startled her. She tilted her head and read it aloud softly.

"A commercial single-cylinder timed and temperature-controlled electric fryer?"

Surprise and doubt followed, then a sudden realization dawned on me.

The fries kept muttering, "Oh yeah, why didn't I think of that before? It's a necessity!"

For someone who regularly enjoys making their own French fries, more professional kitchen equipment is essential.

Jiang Heyi's slightly anxious heart finally settled down.

Giving this to my girlfriend as a gift seems really weird.

But she really liked the fries, and her reaction was exactly the same as when she was a child and rarely received a gift.

Why did you suddenly decide to buy it?

Noticing Jiang Heyi's upturned lips, Fries understood everything.

It's still early, but the new machine needs to be washed with boiling water, and the potatoes need to be pre-treated by frying them in oil.

French Fries declined Jiang Heyi's help; she was a professional at frying French fries!
An untimely phone call interrupted Jiang Heyi as he watched French fries being sliced ​​into potato strips—how come he hadn't noticed before that French fries were quite well-cut?
Sigh, it's you again, jailer.

"what happened?"

"If it's fun, then let the fireworks go off by themselves!"

Please, this is where the real fun is.

The French fries are made with skillful knife work on the potatoes, a sight to behold.

Excellent knife skills, and a good person.

Curious about what the jailer was saying, the man with the fries turned on speakerphone.

Upon hearing that a self-media blogger targeted by Zhang Jingqing had spoken recklessly during a live stream, stepping on a red line and exposing himself, the two looked at each other in dismay.

Ten minutes later, after being deep-fried and then double-fried, a large bowl of golden and crispy fries was placed on Jiang Heyi's computer desk.

I must say, they're really good at frying fries themselves. They're crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, and the little bit of salt they add during the pre-treatment is enough to bring out all the aroma of the fries.

It smells really good, just like her hair.

Since it was made with fries, Jiang Heyi couldn't possibly find ketchup at home, but she thoughtfully prepared a packet of sweet chili sauce—something she had saved up from Maimen takeout.

Jiang Heyi's greatest praise for his masterpiece of French fries was that he kept eating them.

The two of them sat huddled together at the computer desk, enjoying delicious snacks and watching the juicy gossip that the jailer had excitedly called to share.

Because of the shocking remarks and the large number of people in the live stream at the time, many people saved the video.

"He speaks without restraint, making inappropriate comparisons with the deeds of martyrs. It seems like anyone can become a live streamer these days."

"A streamer? He's just a bandwagoner who chases traffic. Look at his videos, every single one of them is a freeloader. He has to comment on everything and talk about it like he knows everything, until he gets into your area of ​​expertise."

"I laughed. How come he's commented on the boundary between reality and virtuality so many times? A total of 12 videos. It's a pity that he can't get any traffic from the gaming circle even with all this. He must be so anxious."

"Classic traffic is like your own parents; it's worse to lose a little bit of their attention than to kill them."

"Really? When the server first launched, they criticized the Void Reality Boundary as weak. Later, when it became a Tier 0 character, they went crazy praising it. A couple of days ago, they joined the bandwagon and accused the Void Reality Boundary of cheating. They've completely lost their minds."

"He really is like a stray dog ​​on the street, barking whenever there's traffic, just like that!"

"You guys are too slow to catch up on this gossip. The latest bombshell is that his MCN agency has been exposed for tax evasion, and the details of the fraud have been thoughtfully revealed."

Are there any experts?

Jiang Heyi raised both hands to support them, locking them in place, and together they exploded and ascended to heaven.

When I asked the prison guard, I found out that he had just learned the news as well.

The information revealed was very detailed, representing the actual results achieved. Now, the other party, from the streamer to the agency, is finished.

Jiang Heyi ate some fries while scrolling through community messages, enjoying the gossip.

Thanks to the anonymous whistleblower, otherwise it would have taken them a lot of effort to bring down an entire MCN agency.

"Is the sweet chili sauce delicious?"

Jiang Heyi was wondering why the fries asked such a question. She had saved up so many sweet and spicy sauce packets, she must have eaten quite a lot of them, didn't they all taste the same?
His gaze met the French fries' seemingly expressive eyes, and he suddenly realized!

I picked up a French fry, dipped it in sweet chili sauce, and held it to her lips. As expected, she squinted her eyes and slurped it into her mouth, looking very satisfied.

Jiang Heyi laughed and said, "Do you think someone would be busy in the kitchen frying fries for this anchor who's about to receive our summons and feast?"

French fries laughed too: "I don't think so."

To celebrate someone on the list turning into fireworks, sacrificing themselves to bring joy to everyone, Jailer Bro sent out two large red envelopes in the World Championship preparation group.

A bunch of people shared it, and Chen Shaoyu got 15 yuan, making him the luckiest person.

Without him, the champagne would have been delayed by a day or two. He deserves to be called the lucky one.

Using the power of candlelight to grab red envelopes doesn't seem like an abuse at all...

Gradually understanding the blurred boundaries drawn by the power left by the candlelight, Chen Shaoyu did not strike while the iron was hot.

He needs rest.

After using the power of the candlelight, he was extremely tired, as if he had stayed up all night without closing his eyes. His consciousness was in a state of confusion, and his eyelids began to droop.

Two cups of sugary milk tea helped him recover from his constant yawning.

Li Xi, who used to piggyback on other people's popularity, has now become a hot topic that others must quickly try to piggyback on.

There's no need for Chen Shaoyu to do anything more; his peers will naturally capitalize on his remaining value.

As a result, some people have already started explaining how serious the breach of contract might be caused by Li Xi's careless remarks.

Considering that the boundary between the virtual and real worlds would soon send another summons, he was truly blessed.

Everyone in the office was paying close attention to the aftermath of the Li Xi incident, and they were all beaming with excitement.

Let alone the boundary between the virtual and the real, the Chinese server operators have also been holding back a lot of anger lately.

They were unfairly labeled and forced to be criticized along with the boundaries between reality and fiction, with various pronouns and coded language used to allude to them and avoid the risk of being reported.

Their own boss happens to be indifferent and doesn't care, leaving them with nowhere to exert their efforts.

Now it's all good; the wicked will be punished by the wicked.

"Cyberbullying is terrifying. Luckily, I wasn't the one being cyberbullied. I suggest we increase our efforts to combat it."

Seeing his colleague type out that comment, Chen Shaoyu couldn't help but chuckle. He was tired, but it was worth it!

"If only other people could come out and provide some laughs."

Of course there will be.

Seeing everyone around him singing and dancing, Chen Shaoyu was full of energy.

Browsing the list given to him by the jailer, he found something outrageous.

Unlike those who receive special attention and have at least several thousand, tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of followers, this guy with the obviously randomly cobbled-together name only has a handful of followers.

Such an obviously small number, yet it deserves to be specifically added to the list by Zhang Jingqing's team, which is clearly not his personal idea.

After reading the notes, Chen Shaoyu immediately understood.

This person is a "celebrity" named by the prison guard. His glorious deeds include that after the opening of the virtual-real boundary, he insisted on checking in under every video and making abusive and disgusting remarks.

Jiang Heyi had already blocked one of the alternate accounts, but he persisted and stubbornly returned to openly challenge others, becoming one of the most well-known figures in the comment section.

Based on the tone and wording of the reply, it can be determined that this person is not a ghost soldier; there is indeed a living person behind the screen who is mocking them in different ways.

They were very puzzled as to how they had offended this person, who was relentlessly pursuing and attacking them.

It's not easy for the virtual and real world to obtain his personal information through normal channels; his secondary account was registered using the elderly person's ID card.

But he wasn't very clever either, because the ID card belonged to his parents.

This little trick was no match for Chen Shaoyu at this moment. The garbled code was hidden by the main account registered with his real identity information, which Chen Shaoyu entered and pressed enter.

"Watch the tide rise in October"

His original name was Chen Lechao.

A gaming streamer with fewer than 10,000 followers.

Nearly a hundred videos were uploaded, including live replays, edited clips, and videos featuring interactions between the bottom-level streamers.

I play all kinds of games: FPS, MOBA, and card games.

I update it every two or three days on average, which is quite frequent.

However, the overall quality is hard to describe. Most of the videos are not sophisticated and lack originality and features. They are the kind of videos that, even on short and fast-paced platforms, would be watched once and scrolled down after hearing the audio.

I searched short video platforms and, sure enough, I had fewer followers than Bilibili.

Chen Shaoyu discovered that he did not have the qualifications for the game "Proof of the Stars" and could not interact with the game "Boundary Between Reality and Illusion".

Following the information, his gaze traveled across the distance to the camera on which he was live-streaming.

This is a somewhat cramped bedroom, with a bed, cabinets, power strips, and a computer desk making up everything that comes into view.

Perhaps for the sake of the live stream, the bedroom was clean and tidy, and the desk was neatly arranged.

However, the ground, which was not covered by the camera, was a mess, with leftover takeout bags and empty beverage bottles piled up.

The curtains were drawn tightly, preventing even the last rays of the setting sun from entering.

Chen Lechao, whose face was pale from the computer light, was not live streaming. Instead, he was typing rapidly on the keyboard, chatting with people in the chat group.

Their casual conversation happened to touch upon the boundary between the real and the virtual.

"Having remained silent for so long, is the boundary between the virtual and real worlds truly feeling guilty and afraid to respond?"

"I don't think so. Let's not follow the trend. After all, it's a guild from our Chinese server."

Chen Lechao replied to the group members at lightning speed.

"What's wrong with the Chinese server? If you're not good enough, isn't it cheating to get ahead by leaking answers?"

"Creating gods is an old tradition in the Chinese server. When the same trend emerges, anyone can be packaged as a strong player."

It was clear that many people in the chat group were taking a wait-and-see approach, and judging from the expressions and tones of their replies, Chen Lechao had obviously had more than one conflict with the others on this topic.

"Just watch and have some fun, don't take sides. It's fine if they don't respond, after all, it's a self-proving trap."

To be fair, Chen Shaoyu felt that what this group member said was quite objective, and it had the flavor of a peacemaker.

However, Chen Lechao seemed to have been provoked. He suddenly became agitated in front of the screen, his face tensed up, and he gritted his teeth as he forcefully delivered a long speech.

Still not satisfied after throwing it out, he took out various screenshots that he considered irrefutable evidence of the boundary between reality and illusion being created by gods, and threw them out in an attempt to get everyone in the group to stand on his side.

Using the power of the candlelight, Chen Shaoyu quickly reviewed the messages in his various chat groups and understood.

Chen Lechao lamented why he wasn't the one who achieved fame.

He believes that if he had won the lottery, he might have achieved even greater success than the boundary between the virtual and the real.

In his eyes, the boundary between the real and the virtual was not a top-tier guild, but just a thief who happened to qualify and stole his good fortune.

"Jealous to the point of madness" perfectly describes him.

Seeing that the boundary between reality and fiction remained hot, he buzzed around like a fly, harboring a disgusting mentality, repeatedly stepping into the fray, completely at ease.

Examining his resume on the desk, I saw that he had no work experience after three years of graduation.

They treat being a streamer as a profession but never think about improving. Their editing and live streaming are both shoddy and lack any entertainment value. They just make a living off the meager tips from live stream donations.

Ok?
VAC record?

Wow, this is quite entertaining! Turns out you're an FPS prodigy, a top-tier prodigy!

Chen Shaoyu chuckled. Compared to the one he had punished earlier, Chen Lechao wasn't even worth the effort he had to put into dealing with him.

It's nothing more than a maggot hiding in a ditch, occasionally peeking out to disgust people; it wouldn't survive a second in the sunlight.

He chose to relinquish control to the boundary between the real and the virtual.

The jailer was astonished to receive a reply from Chen Shaoyu, containing all the information about the mascot in the comments section that he had been longing for.

"This is?"

“We happen to be making some preparations on our side as well, and I think this will make your summons more accurately reach the people who ‘need’ it,” Chen Shaoyu said.

Without hesitation, the jailer posted the message directly in the main group.

Understanding Chen Lechao's current situation leaves one speechless, blurring the lines between reality and illusion.

Is the guild some kind of super-scumbag magnet? Why are all sorts of weirdos flocking here?

The jailer said, "I'll give him a call for fun."

"Stop acting like this, just give them the summons," Zhong Zemo reminded him.

"It's okay, let him hit him."

"Potato, why are you supporting this too?"

"Several of his accounts have VAC ban records. Guess what type of games I play most often when I team up with Fries?"

It doesn't really matter if they chase after Hei Jiang He Yi out of jealousy. There are plenty of people who are envious of them, so what?

But as a gamer, he couldn't tolerate cheating.

The prison guard started a live stream in the group, took out a spare SIM card, and dialed Chen Lechao's mobile phone number.

Chen Shaoyu is still observing.

Chen Lechao was clearly stunned for a few seconds when he saw the unfamiliar number, but still picked up the phone with suspicion.

While everyone was still trying to figure out how to start the conversation, the prison guard blurted out his answer.

"Hello, are you Mr. Chen Lechao, who has registered 13 Steam accounts, 11 of which have VAC ban records, who needs to cheat to play FPS games, and needs to hard lock the breech in Magic: Thunder, whose skill level is comparable to that of an idiot without cheating, and who relies entirely on his parents to call out his game time from heaven?"

(End of this chapter)