T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 285, Section 284: Blood Pressure

A loose-fitting black coat, faded jeans that looked out of season but were still barely warm enough for the November weather in Chengning, and white sneakers.

The bedding set is what makes up the bedding set.

When Zhong Zemo arrived at her doorstep, she was leaning against the wall, playing with her phone in one hand and happily licking an ice cream cone in the other.

"You're eating ice cream in this weather?"

Upon seeing the squid, the blanket's eyes lit up.

He shoved his phone into his pocket, ran his tongue over the ice cream again, and looked completely satisfied.

"It tastes better when it's cold, and it won't melt and make your hands splattered."

Their eyes met, and the woman tilted her head slightly, her expression seeming to say something.

"You're already at your doorstep, why didn't you take out your keys to open the door?"

Zhong Zemo asked, "Why did you come?"

"Why? I wanted to come and see it," said the blanket. "The ticket isn't expensive."

Considering her family's circumstances and the disposable income she has at such a young age, it's indeed not expensive.

No, that's not the problem.

"Isn't today a weekend? Don't you have classes?" Zhong Zemo asked anxiously.

"As expected of a teacher, you're so responsible when you see students skipping class? I don't believe you didn't skip any non-major courses when you were in college."

The blanket chuckled softly.

He really wanted to give his wife a stern talking-to, but Zhong Zemo felt guilty.

He really did escape, and the topic was even discussed in the group chat.

"I don't have any major classes today, and I don't have any classes tomorrow. It's not far anyway, so what's wrong with coming over for a visit?"

He discovered that within the boundary between the virtual and the real world, there is no shortage of people with strong execution capabilities.

French fries go without saying; once the intention is confirmed, a push will immediately lead to a direct attack.

Jiang Heyi was also a decisive person. He packed his luggage, handed over the house key to him, and ran off to eat and chat with fries in Guangzhou.

At first glance, the prison guard seems to be the least proactive person, but you should learn from his enthusiasm when he's looking for erotic pictures, commissioning articles, and stirring up trouble.

Now, the bed has joined this glorious ranks, appearing silently at his doorstep, as if to assert its dominance now that the relationship is established.

Zhong Zemo has never been in a relationship like this before... at least not with Du Jingwen.

"Open the door, open the door. If you have to go to work this afternoon, then go to work. Just let me play on the computer."

He sighed, his face full of helplessness; the composure and restraint of an experienced person crumbled like paper in front of the bed.

The door opened, and the blankets, like a nimble rat, darted inside.

"what!!"

A scream startled Zhong Zemo.

"What's wrong!"

He hurried inside and found the kitten peeking out from under the covers, nervously peering out from the doorway.

Zhong Zemo breathed a sigh of relief, unable to suppress a laugh.

It's understandable that the mouse was frightened by the cat.

He explained, "It was a gift from a colleague; it was my last pregnancy before I was sterilized."

"Dark and gloomy, a tabby cat?"

"It's a real little lump of coal. Once it hides in a corner, you'll never find it again."

Two- or three-month-old kittens are a bit shy. Even though they see their human chatting happily with their parents, they still huddle behind the door, watching the uninvited guests who have invaded their territory warily.

The blanket found the refrigerator and opened it directly.

"Are you hungry?" Zhong Zemo asked hurriedly.

"I just wanted to see what you usually eat and confirm your tastes."

"Thank you for your thoughtfulness. I'm an omnivore and I like to eat everything."

Du Jingwen wouldn't have been so considerate of his feelings.

The bed seems to be surveying new territory, showing a sense of curiosity about the furnishings in the house.

"So clean, no wonder she trained him like that!"

"This is the true value of Du Jingwen's verification."

Zhong Zemo covered his forehead; he had a feeling...

The game Proof of the Stars overlaps with real time, giving the illusion that time in reality is passing very slowly. However, the experiences of the two worlds are also overlapping, which often leads to confusion.

But, their relationship seems...it seems...it's all a bit too fast?

Is it because he can't keep up with the pace of today's young people?

Jiang Heyi's words of torture still echoed in my ears.

"You don't think you're that much older than us, do you?"

With his mind in a daze, he personally cooked a meal for his bed using the ingredients he still had in the refrigerator.

Living alone, he doesn't deliberately stock up on vegetables; he buys fresh ones every other day.

Celery stir-fried with beef, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and a dish of garlic spinach.

"You came too suddenly, I wasn't prepared, so please make do with this."

Zhong Zemo's cooking skills are beyond question; even Jiang Heyi, after learning a couple of techniques, managed to turn French fries into a glutton after living with them...

Oh, it seems like you don't need particularly good cooking skills, since French fries are a big carb source.

I ate with gusto in bed, using the sauce from the tomato and egg stir-fry to mix with my rice, and finished the whole plate.

"Do you eat so simply because you live alone?"

"It's because the ingredients were calculated precisely; what's left is just enough for me today," Zhong Zemo smiled. "What would you like to eat tonight?"

"Of course, it's the way you served potatoes... no, let's talk about how Du Jingwen tortured you back then."

As class time approached, Zhong Zemo prepared to leave.

He handed the e-sports room key to the bed: "Here, you can play this to pass the time at work this afternoon."

They quickly put away the blankets, indicating that they would definitely take good care of the house with Little Coal Ball.

Zhong Zemo hasn't named the kitten yet, but he has already named the bed.

Coal briquettes...not bad at all.

On his way back to school, he turned on his phone and hesitated for a long time, wondering whether he should send a message to Jiang Heyi about it.

Seeing the chat messages popping up like crazy, he clicked on them.

"Arrived at Squid Bro's house."

"This gaming room is so cool! The light pollution, the visual effects are amazing!"

"Why are you asking questions? It's not far. Isn't it normal for me to come over and have some fun?"

"Hey, Orange Tea, you can't escape either. I have to go to the school to arrest you today!"

"Healthy wheat and orange tea, hehe, hehehe~~~"

Undoubtedly, the bed, which was in a great mood, was going crazy.

The prison guard asked curiously, "So you're going to live together? But you have classes, how can you live together?"

The person in bed immediately replied, "I'll come over on the weekend; the high-speed train is reliable."

"You guys are making progress really fast. I guess I'm letting reality get in my head. Almost half a year has passed in the game. I can understand how feelings can develop over time," said the jailer.

The tetragonal asked, "Where's the squid? Why isn't it saying anything?"

"He'll most likely be walking around with his phone on, his mind preoccupied with whether or not he should come out and say something."

"I put my hand on the screen and typed a few words, but then I felt it wasn't appropriate, so I deleted them all."

"After going back and forth for a long time, he secretly watched your group's comments about him without saying a word, his mind full of smugness."

A sharp commentary from a well-known online psychologist, "Prison Guard Brother".

Zhong Zemo couldn't help but curse under his breath.

How come that jailer is so perceptive in this area?
"Sigh, why are all the group members suddenly paired up? Why is that?"

"FFFFFFFFFFFF!"

"Burn you to death!"

This time it was the jailer's turn to go crazy.

The energy at the boundary between the real and the virtual is always very conserved, passed on like a relay baton.

Everyone has their moments of madness. As soon as the bell rang, the students, now freed from their inhibitions, started chatting excitedly with Zhong Zemo.

Your teacher is a well-known gaming player; in the eyes of most teenagers, you're practically a god.

The topics covered a wide range, including games and everyday life.

Zhong Zemo's marriage story was widely circulated in the school. It was not so much that it made people sad and brought them to tears, but it was rare for someone not to feel sorry for him after hearing it.

"Brother Squid, is your ex-wife still harassing you?"

Anyone who can hear this question without laughing is a genius.

Zhong Zemo suddenly became famous and received a windfall, which not only made up for the huge loss of his property being divided up, but also turned his life around.

The huge difference was unacceptable to her.

After Jiang Heyi left Chengning, she still made a fuss several times, gradually turning herself into a laughing stock—even though she was one to begin with.

"What's the point of harassment? I saw in the gaming community that Squid Bro already has a girlfriend."

Zhong Zemo was startled.

What?
He and his wife only confirmed their relationship a day ago.

"Where did you get this news? I didn't know anything about it."

The students took out their phones and found the VOLLOG from the offline event at the boundary between virtual and real worlds.

"Is it possible—and I mean possibly—that Zhong Zemo's divorce is actually a good thing? Which woman in the team isn't better than his ex-wife?"

"I'm optimistic about orange tea. We're all from Chengning, so being close to the source gives us an advantage!"

what?
So, back then, someone was already trading stocks on him?

If you look closely, orange tea got the most votes, followed by French fries, and finally, the bed.

wonderful.

On his way home from get off work, Zhong Zemo reflected on the events of the past few months and couldn't help but share the same thoughts as Jiang Heyi.

Like a dream.

Switching back and forth between reality and virtuality, the experiences accumulated over different times are bearing magical fruit.

Based on my current experience...

This fruit is very sweet.

Perhaps because my family runs a seafood business, the foods I like to eat in bed are all seafood, both sea fish and freshwater fish.

Zhong Zemo seemed to have returned to the way he was before his divorce, going to the farmers' market every day after get off work to buy heavy loads of ingredients.

Stall owners who recognized him were curious and asked if he had another mouth to feed at home, since he was suddenly buying so much food.

Upon opening the door, the slightly messy table in the living room had been tidied up.

Coal Ball, who usually gets to eat cat food a little later, is already licking his lips, licking his paws, and grooming his fur, looking very content.

The sound of commotion coming from under the covers could be heard coming from inside the gaming room.

He put down the ingredients and pushed open the door to enter.

"Wow, stop stealing my kills! Help me fix my car, my steering gear is broken! Why do American cars have such bad steering gears? Is the steering gear welded on?!"

"There's a helicopter! A helicopter! Give me a smoke signal!"

The blankets are squeaking and groaning.

Jiang Heyi's voice came from the external speaker.

"No, where are your own cigarettes?"

"I took them all when I ran away."

Fries sighed: "She was puffing smoke the whole way, I couldn't see anything... Uh, I crashed and stopped, G!"

"I told you I'd take you to a WWII-era training camp to hone your skills, but you don't even have an anti-aircraft vehicle... Wow, how about you fly a propeller plane to catch that reliable special agent in the sea across the ocean?"

"What do you mean you're a biker hero?"

Zhong Zemo covered his forehead.

Just listening to their conversation is enough to raise your blood pressure.

Hearing the noise behind him, the person in bed jumped up happily.

"Alas, the squid has gone home."

It just so happens that it's time for both sides to cook, and the period of being "imprisoned" with the bed is coming to an end.

Zhong Zemo smiled wryly: "If you want to go to jail with them, try using my account next time."

"It will ruin your data."

"It would be great if you were willing to play a game with me. Don't you always bring up Du Jingwen? She doesn't even allow me to play games."

An afternoon was enough for him to sort out the current situation and how to get along with others.

Although it's true that one shouldn't always compare oneself to others, as this can easily lead to insatiable desires, with Du Jingwen as a precedent, Zhong Zemo feels that his future with his wife is infinitely bright.

Standing beside Zhong Zemo, she watched him cleanly and efficiently wash and cut the ingredients, looking quite awkward.

She felt uncomfortable being an outsider and wanted to do something.

Zhong Zemo couldn't help but laugh.

Compared to someone who comes home and does nothing but wait to eat, the difference is enormous.

He was also curious: "Do you help out at home too?"

"You don't think I'm like those stupid nobles in Anna, with a bunch of servants waiting on me around, do you?"

She waved her hand in bed: "My parents have always required us to learn to take care of ourselves. If she were to lie around like that, expecting to be waited on hand and foot, my family would scold her to death."

Sorry, bed.

It's because he's spent too much time with abnormal people that he subconsciously regards normal people as rare creatures.

Fish head tofu soup, green pepper squid, sweet and sour pork ribs, and blanched lettuce.

They were getting impatient in bed.

"Nobody's going to take it from you," Zhong Zemo said with a smile as he served her rice.

"You've gone to live with Potato, he's really living the high life."

"He's a pretty good cook himself, he's just being modest."

"You're being overly modest. This cooking skill is good enough to open a restaurant," the bedmate emphasized. "It's really delicious."

It's truly gratifying to have your hard-earned skills recognized.

It's much better than someone who eats with a cold face while holding their bowl, and then throws the bowl down and gives them a hard time.

Everything really can't withstand comparison.

After eating and drinking her fill, she quickly cleared the dishes from her bed, finally finding an opportunity to not be an outsider and swiftly took charge of the battlefield.

On the other hand, on the other hand... sigh, on the other hand!
These are all mistakes I made when I was young. If I hadn't misjudged them back then, I wouldn't have taken so many unnecessary detours...

The gaming room is spacious, but there's only one computer.

The two players take turns playing, one game per person.

The two of them precisely controlled the blood pressure of the fries, which were sold far away in Guangzhou.

Zhong Zemo took to the field, and the four-man team swept through the battlefield, unstoppable and displaying perfect teamwork.

When she was on the field, perhaps due to her extensive experience playing as a Shadow Stalker, she would subconsciously create a cloud of smoke every time she was hit.

The air units were overjoyed – they couldn't find anyone, but this smoke screen meant someone was definitely there!
The fries that helped with the car repairs often got blown into the air along with the car.

The potatoes, on the other hand, remained much calmer.

It's not a big deal. The time I was tricked by French fries' silence back then was much more exciting than this.

"Sigh, I've been ostracized by the couple in love."

The jailer brother's classic self-deprecating humor in the group chat.

The problem is, even when we ask him to come and play, he won't come.

Although Jiang Heyi felt that it was a good thing that he didn't come, anyone who played this game was an idiot.

Yes, he's an idiot too.

The only ones who probably don't feel blood pressure are Zhong Zemo and his bed.

Laughter and cheers continued, leaving only French fries feeling annoyed and regretful, clutching the potato tightly in their hands.

The potatoes were delighted.

"Thank you, bed, squid."

"Oh my, her hands are so soft."

(End of this chapter)