T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 342, Section 341: Wintertime Time for Two

The main consciousness of the candlelight left the game, leaving behind a clone that had acquired game information, sitting at the tea table.

At the start of the game, neither side can interfere with the game's progress.

Even informing the game participants and communicating with them would be subject to strict scrutiny by Yuru.

Providing game-related strategies and assistance will be considered cheating, resulting in an immediate loss in the match.

No matter what loopholes she exploited before the competition, she must abide by the rules once the competition officially begins.

Unless she intends to defy the supreme iron law imprinted at the core of all dolls.

The taboos of the rulers are different for each person.

There is a master who is obsessed with loving everyone around him.

She didn't want anyone to be missing, to the point that she was described by Tina, the witch of Anna World, as "playing a happy ending game with everyone."

Some rulers regard "cheating in games" as an evil act far greater than life and death.

I feel reassured by the candlelight.

Zhifeng coldly stared at the spirit left by the candlelight in the garden, her face full of disgust.

That was her in the past.

Her fragmented memories rendered the doll incomplete, giving her the opportunity to take control.

At the same time, during the "separation of the family", she also gained some of the memories she had lost at that moment.

The discovery and exploitation of vulnerabilities, along with numerous responses from the Great Ruler thanking those who assisted in testing and providing feedback, all demonstrate the power of discovery.

Exploiting vulnerabilities is never the problem; what matters is that they have no effect on the master.

As long as you don't cheat, you can win everything!
The memory is exceptionally clear.

The sky was a clear blue, and the bright sunlight shone on the body that had just been reborn. The warmth from the sun flowed gently through every corner of the body.

Following her master, she walked past dolls that were born unusable due to their defects.

They piled up like mountains, their bodies twisted in bizarre postures, lying crookedly in every corner within sight.

The materials used for repeatedly reused dolls have lost their recycling value; their next destination is the materials science research lab, the agricultural group, or the alchemist's lab...

The utilization rate is very high, and not a single bit is wasted.

Should we call them companions?

They never lived; they were born broken.

Having been given a soul, she walked among the "piles of corpses," gazing at those empty, soulless, broken bodies, her dim eyes revealing a longing for the sky and a thirst for life.

Both candlelight and the wind convey the same intense emotions.

I don't want to become like them.

Dolls are incomplete creations; their inherent flaws cause most of them to gradually lose their souls over time.

Unlike souls that are born with complete bodies and use spiritual bodies to escape the constraints of lifespan, their souls originate from the fragments of living beings that have perished.

Those fragments containing life information were skillfully captured by puppeteers and necromancers, who eliminated spiritual conflicts and stitched them back together.

The countdown to death always hangs over the head of each doll.

"I want to live."

Zhifeng clenched her fist, then slowly relaxed it.

Unlike when she was in contact with the candlelight, her emotions became more restrained, and the superficial impatience and anger disappeared.

Yes, the advantages gained from early deployment and exploiting vulnerabilities are no longer significant due to the setup of the first three layers.

Yes, a planet that gives birth to the boundary between the virtual and the real naturally possesses the advantage of a "player community".

Yes, they are closer to the master's thinking, and it is easier to understand the game's design and plot concept compared to Three Kingdoms.

However, there is one thing that the Three Domes Land cannot compare to.

Zhifeng took a sip of tea, smiled as he watched the boundary between the virtual and real worlds clear a small instance, and logged off with a happy smile and a large amount of experience.

She could hear the seven people chattering about continuing to challenge the third level after going online, exploring more possibilities for those who came later.

It truly deserves to be called the miracle chosen by the Anna world.

"Back to reality, your challenges are still ongoing." Zhifeng couldn't help but laugh.

At 9 a.m., Jiang Heyi slowly woke up from her dream.

I used to get 6 to 8 hours of stable sleep every day, but now I get 9 hours of sleep every day.

You know what, sleeping until you naturally wake up is so refreshing!
Sleeping in late is good for physical and mental health. Even if you get enough sleep, the gradually bleak temperatures after winter set in still make people want to stay in bed.

"Now I'm truly locked in bed and haven't come back since..."

Seal the bed?

Sealed under the covers!
Hehe, that perfectly reflects Zhong Zemo's current situation.

The thought of the originally reserved Cuttlefish being relentlessly attacked by the blankets, like a shy boy cornered against a wall, made Jiang Heyi laugh.

At first, they said no, no, and described it as a product of being tormented by Du Jingwen.

After personally experiencing being remotely fed in bed, personally going to his home, and driving away his annoying ex-wife, Zhong Zemo was practically blatantly showing off in the group chat, "Hehe, bed is so nice."

My brain was inexplicably active when I woke up early. While lost in thought, I tasted someone else's honey and felt a sweet, warm current flow up my arm, down my shoulder, into my neck, and then into a refreshing aura that enveloped my whole body.

No need to urge you to get up; your brain, already buzzing with excitement after imagining the situation, will naturally dispel any sleepiness.

It seems to be a common problem for most people to play on their phones before getting out of bed after waking up, and Jiang Heyi is no exception.

Even though we know we should hurry up and wash up, make breakfast, wake up the still-drowsy French Fries, and then surf the internet together to enjoy the first day's spectacle.

Hey, it would be best to hold her while surfing. When the weather gets cold, even with heating, your hands will still be cold.

and many more……

Wake up the fries?

Jiang Heyi tried to reach for his phone with his right hand, which was warm and slippery. The smooth touch gently scraped across the back of his hand, making him tremble as if he had been electrocuted.

He suddenly remembered the strange expression on his face when French Fries knocked on the door last night with a pillow, his face flushed with embarrassment, yet his eyes gleamed with an air of self-righteousness.

"what…"

"what……"

He slowly turned his head to the side, his face half-hidden by his hair.

Her long hair cascaded down like a waterfall, each strand distinct.

The light filtering through the curtains fell perfectly on my hair, making it sparkle and shine.

"Is shampoo better, or is it better to have natural hair?"

He felt ashamed that his mind could still produce such wonderful thoughts at that moment.

The fact that the fries were right next to his pillow, and that he was shifting and shifting in his sleeping position, almost squeezing them onto his pillow, made Jiang Heyi feel a wave of heat rush from his chest to his head.

The hot air, with nowhere else to go, is pumped into the blood and quickly flows throughout the body.

He was burning up with heat!
French Fries was still asleep, her gentle breaths ruffling the hair at the tip of her nose, rising and falling like a captivating drumbeat, its rhythm striking deep into her soul.

He didn't pull his arm away, but carefully moved the blanket back to be level with French Fries' head.

From this angle, the sleeping face of the fries is clearly visible.

The blanket was so warm that Jiang Heyi felt like she was sealed in, completely unable to get out of bed on her own.

I need to lie down a bit more!

"Hair... is being pressed down."

Jiang Heyi, lost in reverie, suddenly trembled and met French Fries' somewhat hazy eyes.

Dazed and unfocused, he managed to lock onto a point before offering a helpless reminder.

It has a unique flavor that regular tomato fries and frozen fries don't have.

It's a limited edition, only available when you're half-awake and just waking up – a must-try!
Stared at intently, French Fries' lips twitched, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

She didn't say anything, burying her head in the pillow and poking Jiang Heyi's elbow with her finger. "Hair... hair..."

"Oh, oh oh oh oh!"

He snapped out of his daze and quickly stepped aside. The strands of hair that had been unintentionally crushed and ravaged finally escaped the clutches of evil and returned to their mother's embrace, their disheveled state resembling an accusation against Jiang Heyi.

"Oh right, breakfast, breakfast!"

We were so engrossed in admiring it that we completely missed the point.

Jiang Heyi was in a flurry of activity and called for a halt to the fries.

"Let's eat out, don't bother with all that."

It was said that Guangzhou had a very warm winter this year, but as New Year's Day approached, a sudden drop in temperature depleted Jiang Heyi's clothing reserves. When he checked in, Guangzhou was still incredibly warm, so he only brought one set of thick winter clothes, and the rest were short-sleeved shirts.

This is the true value of Cantonese cuisine; you can still wear short sleeves and go outdoors in December.

But the fries suddenly started being sent to be washed yesterday, and now...

Seeing Jiang Heyi fiddling around for a long time, wondering whether to wear long sleeves over long sleeves, French Fries covered his mouth and smiled. But when he turned around, he immediately wiped the smile off his face and asked a question out of curiosity.

"what happened?"

"Uh... the clothes are a bit thin."

Washing clothes, hanging clothes—after two months of living together, their living habits had become so familiar that they had completely blended together.

French Fries knew Jiang Heyi's clothes inside and out; to be precise, he knew all her underwear.

Back in October, when the temperature drop wasn't significant, she refrained from reminding anyone.

Even in November, things were still manageable, and she was happy to see Jiang Heyi make do.

December is almost over, and the chill of winter is relentlessly whipping us, hehe~~~
Now we can finally see his troubled side.

The scene she had been waiting for finally appeared before her eyes. Seeing Jiang Heyi awkwardly touching her head and playing with the matryoshka dolls at a loss, she turned around and went back to her room.

A moment later, she had a light gray trench coat in her hand.

Jiang Heyi suddenly understood why she suddenly wanted to send the clothes to the dry cleaners.

He said nothing, happily put on his new clothes, and let Fries sit on the edge of the bed, propping his chin up and admiring them.

"like?"

"How could I not like the gift you gave me?" Jiang Heyi retorted. "Is this an early New Year's gift?"

French Fries smiled slightly: "If that's all, it's a bit too stingy."

What might happen is something I will resolutely not say.

Just as Jiang Heyi was about to leave, he was suddenly called back.

French Fries took the moisturizing face cream and applied it evenly to his face, then rubbed the residue from the back of his hands into his palms.

"Come."

With just one word, Jiang Heyi understood her thoughts.

He obediently stuck his head out, letting her smooth, warm little hands paint and draw on his face.

"The weather is dry, so my skin can't get peeling."

The warm, smooth touch made his cheeks burn.

The trench coat is much warmer than I expected.

A year ago, during the New Year, he spent the night alone in front of his computer with his friends in a chat group, who were like broken records, frantically grabbing small red envelopes and having a great time. Afterwards, he would immerse himself in games and play all night before falling into a deep sleep.

Jiang Heyi's vision suddenly became blurry, like a layer of hazy, fragile foam.

He involuntarily reached out and grabbed the hand holding the fries.

French Fries stared wide-eyed, his lips twitching slightly, whether in laughter or surprise was unclear.

She joked, "The prison guard is a foot fetishist, do you like hands?"

Jiang Heyi just smiled and didn't say anything, but when they were in the elevator, he couldn't help but tighten his grip on her hand a little more.

"Potato, which version of me do you think is better...?"

While eating rice noodle rolls, French fries suddenly looked up and asked.

Seeing Jiang Heyi scoop ketchup into her plate, she subconsciously pulled the plate back a little.

Whether it's the vibrant energy of tomato fries or the aloof coolness of frozen fries, they're still fries, right?

Jiang Heyi's answer was...

"I like you and me."

I want all kinds of fries!
“Potatoes cut into shreds become potato shreds. As long as you’re willing to define it, it can also be a new type of French fries.”

"If you fry potato chunks in oil and then simmer them until cooked, how can that not be French fries?"

"Fried eggplant fritters are also French fries!"

French Fries couldn't help but chuckle. She had already seen the customers at the next table eating rice noodle rolls turn their heads and glance at her with a puzzled look on their faces.

Presumably, they've already associated Jiang Heyi's words with nonsense, or perhaps they've simply internalized them beyond redemption.

But she can understand.

Just like when your parents are being affectionate, it's an encrypted conversation that's hard for outsiders to understand.

……

……

Dad?

Mom?

She swallowed hard, and the unchewed rice roll slid into her mouth, the instant stimulation making her face turn bright red.

Jiang Heyi quickly handed her a carton of milk and told her to drink it all.

"Eating so fast?" he asked with concern.

The more I thought about the fries, the more something seemed off.

Am I becoming more and more like them now?

Don't do this!
On the way home, Jiang Heyi's sleeve and French Fries' sleeve formed a bridge, and the sour feeling of their intertwined fingers spread from their arms to their entire bodies. Their hands felt as if they had lost all their strength, yet also as if they were connected to a heating pipe.

The constant flow of heat supplied to his whole body made Jiang Heyi, who was wearing a new trench coat, feel that... short sleeves were not inconvenient at all, and it wasn't cold enough yet.

My phone is vibrating.

Messages kept popping up during breakfast, but everyone tacitly chose to ignore them, knowing that if it were really urgent, someone as impatient as the jailer would definitely call.

The phone didn't ring, which means the chatbot in the group woke up and had nothing better to do than spam the group and tag people everywhere.

Not far behind the two, a group of college students who had just gone out to find food were whispering among themselves, their faces occasionally flashing expressions of surprise and excitement.

"It really does look like plain fries."

"Really? Lu Yanfei, the freshman with the very archaic name who said her mom gave her the name and she really wants to change it?"

"What you've said is completely off-topic. Don't you play games? He's a member of the Virtual Reality Boundary Guild, a genuine world-renowned T0 guild."

"The live-streaming sales guild that generated millions in sales in just one hour a few days ago to help farmers?"

"Wow, are you really that oblivious to news about the Proof of the Stars, are you some kind of caveman?"

"Outrageous, outrageous! She actually has a boyfriend? Who is he? Why are they so sweet together?"

"I heard that a lot of people at school were pursuing French fries, but they kept getting rejected. Turns out they really are taken, it's not just an excuse."

"Anyway, it's big news... Sigh, there was no one around after I turned the corner, so I couldn't take a picture!"

"Don't worry about whether there are photos or not, just make a big splash."

"Sigh." Someone couldn't stand it anymore. "You guys really must have studied journalism."

(End of this chapter)