T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 240, Page 239: I won a game spot!

Chen Lechao, who is keen on laning, has a pretty good mental fortitude.

Looking through the chat history, Chen Shaoyu discovered that even when he was losing an argument online, he could still shamelessly act like a tough nut to crack, sticking to his own logic and remaining as stubborn as a city wall.

But the jailer's straightforward recitation of the menu was like a powerful punch shattering the illusions of the internet, directly confronting reality.

His hands were trembling involuntarily.

"Hey, are you there, you cheater orphan?"

The jailer was ruthless with his words.

As a gamer, he always assumed that taking a selfie with his dog on the phone was a family photo, and ordering takeout was a family reunion dinner.

"Huh, a mute?"

The sarcastic remarks made Chen Lechao's face turn red.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

He tried to escape.

"I've got the account information, you don't think I dialed the wrong number, do you?" the jailer asked. "Can you explain to me what you were thinking when you were cheating?"

"Wait, I'll call the police right away."

"Alright, then tell the police about your glorious deeds of using a secondary account to relentlessly attack the boundary between the virtual and real worlds?"

Chen Lechao was extremely flustered, but he didn't dare to hang up the phone.

Faced with the jailer's constant calls, he simply pretended to be dead.

"So cowardly, you're not going to argue?" Jailer Bro laughed. "I saw you being so arrogant in the comments section of the virtual-real boundary forum, I thought you were really powerful, how come you're afraid to argue over the phone?"

Chen Lechao's body trembled.

Only by hiding behind the internet can he freely unleash his malice and pour out the pent-up resentment that usually accumulates deep within his heart.

He can refuse to admit defeat, break all his promises and bets with everyone, and continue his activities without batting an eye.

Anyway, nobody knows who he is. If too many people criticize him, he can just change his username and chat group and start over.

When facing the person on the phone, everything about him is transparent and one-way; his behavior is meaningless.

It was as if he had been pulled out of a ditch by a pair of giant hands and placed under the scorching sun; every pore on Chen Lechao's body was steaming.

His overwhelming anxiety made him breathe too fast.

Finally, he launched into a tirade of profanities, vehemently criticizing traditional Chinese culture.

The prison guard on the other end of the phone laughed heartily, showing no anger at being scolded.

"Wow, you're getting anxious, you're really getting anxious, you finally can't hold back anymore?" the jailer said. "It's okay, buddy, there's no use getting anxious. I just called to tease you. You'll have plenty of things to worry about in the future."

"I have sent your information to those who need it."

"The content creators in the 'Cheat Zone' will soon receive a wealth of material. Haven't you always wanted to be famous? I'll help you earn that fame, so don't be shy."

"Oh, I heard that the boundary between the virtual and real worlds is also looking for you. When you receive the summons, remember to take a picture and post it on social media. This kind of treatment is rare and will definitely help your account gain more followers."

"Hey bro, want me to get you some takeout? You're always harassing people and you can't even earn a few bucks from a few clicks of the mouse. I feel so sorry for you."

Chen Lechao's shouts and curses suddenly became much louder.

The humiliation of ordering takeout for him struck a chord deep within him, and his eyes welled up with tears.

The jailer remained unmoved. As a member of the entertainment industry, he had seen all kinds of storms. Chen Lechao's aggression was like scraping a cup, unable to penetrate his defenses at all.

Feeling that the time was right, he proactively ended the call, leaving Chen Lechao's repetitive counterattack empty-handed, and then casually blocked the number.

The jailer concluded, "Sigh, the defense is too low. I thought I could roll around a lot, but it just dealt true damage with a single hit."

After being disgusted for so long, they finally vented their anger and everyone at the boundary between the virtual and the real felt refreshed.

Chen Lechao, who had stubbornly fought against the prison guard, was completely deflated. He threw his phone aside and sat blankly in his chair, staring straight ahead with a vacant look.

The question is how to rebuild and nurture an account after being exposed for numerous cheating offenses that led to the end of the streamer's career.
Or are you worried that the line between reality and fiction will be taken too seriously, and that you might actually sue him?

It seems he is more worried about the latter.

He woke up as if electrocuted, immediately rushed to the computer, and began searching for relevant cases to find out the standards for punishment.

The phone rang again, and Chen Lechao, like a frightened bird, dared not look at the screen for a long time until he discovered that it was a number that most people had saved as a food delivery number.

Having already realized what was going on, he hesitated for a long time before finally answering the phone.

"Here's a meal for..." The deliveryman hesitated for a moment before reading out the note, "A pork trotter rice set meal for famous livestreamer Chen Lechao."

Even though he was mentally prepared, Chen Lechao was still furious.

"roll!"

He threw his phone out like an enraged baboon, jumping up and down in anger around the room.

Chen Shaoyu couldn't help but click his tongue. This takeout was the most destructive thing he had ever seen in his life; it was almost enough to shatter a person's self-esteem.

The jailer's true damage is too high.

It's a pity that he can only enjoy this comfortable scene by himself.

Under Chen Shaoyu's manipulation, materials related to Chen Lechao's cheating and his daily chat logs began to circulate in relevant gaming groups.

"What kind of cheater is this? Using cheats in Magic Thunder, CS, French Fries, and PUBG... Are they hallucinating? Do they really think cheating is their skill?"

"What's so interesting about the gossip from the bottom-tier streamer? There are too many idiots like him who are unhappy with their lives and cheat in games to find screen time... Oh crap, he's the 'garbled code guy' who keeps attacking people in the comments section of the virtual-real boundary. I take back what I just said, this gossip is interesting!"

"The 'Random Code Guy's' life is too exciting. He argues with people in chat groups, forcing them to accept the idea that 'the boundary between reality and virtuality has been deified'; he debates with a group of scholars in the comments section of the boundary between reality and virtuality, acting as the only one who is sober in a world of drunks; in his own fan group of dozens of people, he boasts and puts on airs by pretending to be a master with cheat codes." "He dedicates his whole day to surfing the Internet, either arguing with people or pretending to be someone else. He's really something else in his life."

"I thought he was a charlatan, but it turns out he was serious and it even got to my brain."

"No, what's he after? Spreading such rumors about the boundaries between truth and falsehood, he won't lose a single penny of the dividends he's entitled to."

Once his true identity was revealed, a massive influx of onlookers flooded Chen Lechao's main account's posts.

He became famous, but not in the way he had expected.

The list was filled with all sorts of strange and monstrous people, and Chen Shaoyu had been busy for half a day but had only managed to punish two of them.

The thought that the return of the candlelight meant the return of power filled him with a sense of responsibility and a long road ahead.

In the virtual-real boundary group, Jiang Heyi and his friend French Fries had already started posting pictures of their dinner. Only then did he realize that it was almost 6 o'clock.

In their focus on using their abilities, their perception of time has become much blurred.

With only 6 hours left before the start of a new game, he figured he might have to challenge the 11th floor tonight at the boundary between the virtual and real worlds. He thought he could find another person to sacrifice to today.

Ok……

Chen Shaoyu glanced at the chat group again and swallowed.

Who cooked this? This meal is so lavish!

Beef stew with potatoes, mashed potatoes in tomato sauce, sweet and spicy hash browns...

what?
Aside from clam and mustard green soup, why is it all potatoes?

A potato meal with rice is a carbohydrate-laden combination, but it's a favorite among French fries.

She placed the mashed potatoes in tomato sauce on top of the white rice, stirred it, picked up a fried potato cake, dipped it in salt and pepper, and enjoyed the sweet and spicy flavor.

With just one open mouth, half of the hash brown was gone.

With her chopsticks moving swiftly, she fed the rice, which was mixed with the aroma of potato starch, into her mouth. She squinted her eyes contentedly and quietly enjoyed the meal.

"Why are you staring at me?" The French fry chewed, her face slightly flushed. "What's wrong with me?"

"No, it's just that watching you eat makes me feel especially hungry."

Jiang Heyi wasn't lying; French Fries definitely has the potential to be a mukbang streamer. Just sitting across from her and watching her devour the food is a wonderful experience.

"I never get tired of looking at it."

"I'm not going anywhere, I can see you anytime I want."

French fries had barely uttered the words when they realized how damaging they were.

The two, unintentionally pushed and changed by Kesha, are always unconsciously "hurting each other".

For a moment, the two lowered their heads and ate in silence, the kitchen so quiet that only the sound of their chopsticks could be heard.

After finishing their meal, while Jiang Heyi was washing the dishes, French Fries pondered that crucial question.

What should I send to Jiang Heyi?
Actually, she had a vague idea when they were enjoying the fun in the community together in the afternoon, and as time went on, she felt more and more that this was definitely the best answer!

The more he thought about it, the more determined he became, and French Fries couldn't help but smile.

I took out my phone, ready to add all the gifts to my shopping cart.

When she woke up her phone, the screen froze on the chat group. She instinctively closed it, but then suddenly frowned.

A strange thought popped into Fries' mind. She opened the chat interface again and swiped through it.

My conversations with my parents all stopped ten days ago.

In the past ten days, neither of them has sent any harassing messages or made any phone calls to ask questions.

Something's not right. Are these really them?

When someone travels far away to study in Guangzhou, they call to check on them every two days, or even every day.

Why did these two suddenly seem to have matured, disappearing from my sight without making a sound?

After thinking for just a few seconds, the fries immediately felt relieved.

"They must have gone crazy with fun."

Anyway, I'm just an accident for these two. Who knows, for the next ten days or so, they might be hiding somewhere having a sweet time and completely forget about their daughter.

Thinking of this, she pursed her lips.

The phone rang unexpectedly.

The fries glanced at it in confusion, then suddenly stopped breathing.

Note: Mom
Do I have some kind of superpower? How come I just thought of them and then got a phone call?
I answered the phone very reluctantly, and as soon as I put it to my ear, two familiar, noisy voices came from the other end.

"Wow, Xiaofei, good news, good news!"

The two of them were shouting almost in unison.

The enthusiastic face that was almost exclusively shown to Jiang Heyi turned cold in an instant.

"What good news?"

"I won a game spot!" Lu Xinxin exclaimed excitedly. "I can play games with Xiaofei now!"

"..."

French Fries hung up the phone immediately.

(End of this chapter)