T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 438, Section 437: Static Beauty
Without any sudden storm, Cuttlefish received an invitation over the phone.

"Want to come here for Chinese New Year?"

Far from what he had imagined, he nodded hastily to the bed without much hesitation.

Jiang Heyi's gaze drifted to the calendar not far away.

There are almost two weeks left until the new year.

As a group of roommates, our daily lives basically revolve around gaming.

Aside from sunrise and sunset, and the numbers that inadvertently appear in the corner of a computer desktop, it's hard to become sensitive to time.

There are already few people living in the villa area, and even as the New Year approaches, there are still very few residents.

Come to think of it, who would want to come to this deserted place alone to stage a family reunion during the Lunar New Year?
When everyone was present, Jiang Heyi brought up the topic.

Orange Tea hurriedly said, "How did Potato know that I sent New Year's goods to everyone's homes? I was planning to give you a surprise and hide it from you."

The Tea Master remains as simple as ever.

"I do not know."

"what?"

Everyone stared blankly at the orange tea, which Jiang Heyi had tricked into giving them a little holiday surprise with just a casual remark.

The "octopus tentacles" in the quilt made a clicking sound and spoke very quickly.

"Anyway, it's no longer a surprise. Tell me, what's in it?"

"It's just agricultural products... fruits that everyone can put in their fruit platters."

The form of the gift remains unchanged, but the Tea Master wins with a touch of surprise and mystery.

Jiang Heyi wondered, "Could it be my fault again, that I tricked the Tea God into revealing his plan?"

The jailer didn't care about any of that. He clapped his hands happily and said, "I get it! Tangerines~~~ I'm going to eat them like crazy when I get back!"

At that moment, he felt a sense of joy at escaping death and was very enthusiastic about the event.

As someone with niche and perverse hobbies, the game name has always been a noose around my neck.

The days of living in constant fear of the younger generation in the family being exposed are over, but the price is...

My dad always spoke to him with great earnestness.

The result was much better than he had imagined.

The prison guard always felt that if the matter were exposed, he would inevitably be scolded, but in the end, all he got was a sentence like, "You've grown up, I can't control you anymore."

When will you be able to behave a little?

When will you grow up and become sensible?

Since high school, this has been the phrase his family has said to him most often.

In his memory, this was the first time his father had officially acknowledged that he had "grown up."

When the prison guard bragged about this, Fries just shrugged.

"How can you be so silly and happy?"

The jailer whistled and chugged his sugar-free cola: "The sword of Damocles is gone, my perversion has my parents' tacit approval, and I don't have to worry about their reaction anymore. Why can't I be happy?"

“You’ll realize your mistake when they arrange blind dates for you,” the Primal Body suddenly said.

The jailer shrank back, his smugness gone.

"How did the topic jump to this point? Is there any connection?"

Jiang Heyi sighed: "You don't think that asking you to find a girlfriend is a joke, do you?"

French Fries chimed in, "In Dad's eyes, you're already a patient."

"What do you mean?"

French Fries said, "I'm not interested in anything else about girls, except their feet."

"When other men and women are having normal conversations, your first reaction is to go and check out the other person's jailer and comment on him."

"He's always muttering things like 'prison guard,' 'ornamental,' and 'food grade,' and he practices them consistently both in and out of the game. He even spends a lot of money on commissioned works, stuffing them into his computer hard drive like a hoarder, like a cyber dragon."

“He acknowledges that you’ve grown up, but he also feels that you’re a patient who needs treatment. Based on my experience dealing with your uncle, his decisiveness should make you feel pain around the Lunar New Year.”

After being tortured, the jailer covered his head with his hands.

He's turned his life around and is shining brightly. This year, he wants to make a name for himself in the family and show off his power.

After listening to everyone's analysis, he suddenly felt afraid of the main stage where his family members gathered, a stage where he could show off.

Jiang Heyi was not surprised by the prison guard's reaction.

Despite appearing extremely unreliable, abstract, and outrageous, he is very serious when it comes to important life decisions.

Even though the blind date arranged last time was just a formality, the prison guard still went through the motions like a normal person, without resorting to the abstract thinking of someone surfing the internet, and he showed respect.

"I don't care, I'll just go home for five days, go through the procedures, and then come here to report for duty!"

Most of the people remaining at the boundary between the virtual and the real world are around this time.

The baby in bed is scheduled to meet the parents.

Jiang Heyi and the fries had already told each other that they would go back and have New Year's Eve dinner together.

Everyone's schedule is basically the same.

During the daytime of the Lunar New Year, people would visit relatives and friends to exchange New Year's greetings. But at night, they would still be fighting in the game.

"Reborn as I save the world in Proof of the Stars, I can't even rest during the New Year." Squid laughed, "Can Candlelight give us some more overtime pay? We're fighting against the crazy, unpredictable Windweaver."

After discussing the timing of everyone returning to their respective homes for the Chinese New Year, the process, which should have smoothly transitioned to information gathering, was interrupted by the prison guard's strange shout.

"Your family didn't say anything?"

He stared at the bed, utterly perplexed.

Octopus tentacles, huh? They just floated by like that?
"My dad is a StarCraft player, and he's been following my performance since the qualifiers. Do you understand how valuable that is!"

"Moreover, he seems quite satisfied with the squid."

Zhong Zemo sat up straight for no apparent reason.

The Eight Trigrams are etched into everyone's blood.

Under Jiang Heyi's persistent questioning, she rested her chin on her hand and cheerfully revealed the secret.

Initially, Dad in the Bed was a loyal fan of Jiang Heyi. Because the magic warrior's magical shaping was so versatile and varied, coupled with his performance in turning the tide in the preliminaries, he once wanted to join the game after the second profession was launched.

Just as Zhong Zemo and Du Jingwen's divorce broke out in the community, he, curious about the current situation of the Daughters' Guild, naturally appeared on the front line of gossip.

Seeing the squid's miserable state, he, who had a happy family, felt nothing but sympathy.

The tragic backstory led the family members in bed to silently keep an eye on the squid's movements.

"So when I told my family about this, my parents and my two older brothers didn't react much."

“My dad even blurted out, ‘Du Jingwen helped with the test,’”

Squid's reputation has been steadily rising since his divorce, and besides his skill in gaming, Alyssa Tu deserves much credit for this.

In the eyes of many gamers, she is the epitome of a good man.

The shield parry requires composure to remain calm even when Mount Tai collapses before you, which community players have identified as the result of two and a half years of training while enduring daily torture from Du Jingwen.

In the eyes of parents who sleep in the bedroom, getting married and then divorced is not a problem at all.

He married Du Jingwen, and he could tolerate someone like that for two and a half years.

Their child is a normal person, and the two of them together are a perfect match.

Not to mention their financial independence at such a young age, and with mutual affection, what reason do they have to stop them?

Are we supposed to let StarCraft players complain about their parents' lack of open-mindedness?
Anyway, my dad isn't like that in bed. "My dad is the kind of guy who pretends to be weak while actually being strong, like the protagonist in a toilet paper light novel."

"I joined a fixed team, and after we got to know each other, they never mentioned my situation again."

“Every now and then I deliberately guide everyone to discuss the boundary between reality and illusion, and then talk about myself.”

“He would secretly chuckle to himself when he heard outsiders talking about me, and he never tired of it.”

Although they had never met, for some reason, based on the description in bed, everyone had an image of a cheeky, brave warrior in their minds.

Behind him are seven supreme experts from the continental civilization. His daily routine consists of going out to listen to people discussing his daughter's great achievements.

In order to keep listening and enjoying the show, he had to keep guiding the conversation.

If you encounter a formidable enemy in the wild that you can't defeat, you can summon your daughter with a single click.

The bed acts like a stand-in, an old man, or a system, bringing usable items from the guild to solve our immediate problems.

If all else fails, pretend, resort to deus ex machina.

Compared to the "French Fries Dads," the "Bedtime Dads" are the ones who know how to enjoy life and have fun.

The French fries remained noncommittal.

They play this game only to have their honeymoon in another world.

Killing monsters and leveling up are secondary; the main focus will eventually come back to showing off affection and the "dog food" (a Chinese slang term for public displays of affection) among the people of the borderlands.

Moreover, they hadn't asked for help from French fries for a long time. During the exchange, the team actually achieved self-sufficiency and their teamwork became more seamless.

Magic.

Are there really people in this world who have an absolute tolerance for PDA and treat their interactions like everyday mini-dramas?

Indeed, the world of StarCraft players is full of wonders.

There is ample material related to the boundary between the virtual and real worlds, and the community discussion is lively.

"At the current pace of conquering the boundary between the real and virtual worlds, we should be able to reclaim the top spot very soon."

"Right now, their names aren't even in the top 200 yet."

"Don't look at the current rankings, look at their performance. The video of them fighting against their fate is amazing. Everyone is giving it their all."

"There aren't many top guilds in the world that can handle the fate of death, it's too overpowered."

"My slander and persecution of Jailer Bro and Quadruple Entity were all instigated by community players. I have never participated in any thread that questioned their strength."

"You know, I've been a fan of Jailer Bro and the Quadruple Primal for a long time. They're incredibly strong."

"The only downside is that even when the prison guard was fighting against death, he was still thinking about the prison guard."

"If he ever stops thinking about the jailer, I'll start to suspect that the timeline of this world has been altered. Only someone this abstract is the person I know."

"So the jailer also serves as a global anchor. I've learned something new."

The discussion surrounding the fate of the Grim Reaper is surprisingly high.

Powerful skills, unparalleled visual impact, perfect visual effects, and comes with its own background music.

I reckon there will be another player nominated for the "wives" of the StarCraft players in the next popularity poll.

This is the only time to date that a player has defeated an enemy unit that comes with its own background music.

This adds another significant chapter to the numerous game records created at the boundary between virtual and real.

There has been considerable discussion about Nongya.

"So, she's already a member of the boundary between the virtual and real worlds?"

"You guys don't even know that Miss Nong Ya is a well-known die-hard fan of the virtual-real boundary? She helps debate with many people on the internet, builds a loyal fan base, and is a player with a certain influence?"

"And she's very beautiful; she's participated in offline events that bridge the gap between the virtual and real worlds."

"Where's the picture? Where's the picture? Are you just going to talk about it but not post any pictures?"

Soon, someone fulfilled the "request for a picture" dilemma in the discussion thread.

That was the signature segment of the first offline event at the boundary between the virtual and real worlds.

After collecting everyone's autographs, Nong Ya, with her naturally curly blonde hair, bought an ice cream cone and leaned lazily against the wall.

Her waist was pressed against the smooth wall, and her straight, slender thighs were supported by the ground.

The player who took the photo simply wanted to capture a picture of the bustling offline event, but little did they know that they would accidentally capture the commentator who was the go-to commentator for the previous night's virtual-real boundary event in the same shot.

The photographer said that during the photo shoot, due to friction, Nong Ya's body, which was pressed against the wall, kept sliding down. She moved repeatedly until she stood up straight.

Repeating it over and over again, enjoying it immensely, like a child.

So interesting, he took a picture of Nong Ya smiling as she watched the long queue in front of the boundary between reality and illusion.

“I definitely didn’t take the photo because I thought Nong Ya was pretty and had long legs. It was unintentional, completely unintentional.”

No one asked him, but he continued to explain to himself.

"Great picture, great picture, those legs... oh no, I mean the composition, it's really good."

Nong Ya is indeed quite beautiful, but perhaps because of her own loyal fans and the relatively close relationship, it was only when everyone was staring intently at the picture that they realized this.

The four original bodies grumbled: "She's a pure, static beauty. You'll understand once you're with her. She's hyperactive, can't stop, and has boundless energy, making it impossible for you to truly appreciate her. You just think she's a chatterbox."

Jiang Heyi recalls that French is spoken quite fast.

Nong Ya also has a habit of repeatedly muttering in her native language to ensure the accuracy of the translated words and sentences, so it is not surprising that she is criticized by the four original bodies.

Tetraprototype sent a message to Nongya.

"The feedback from the domestic community is positive, and your commentary has been well received."

"Really? They're not really talking about my legs and my photos?"

"Why do I feel like the discussion about appearance has overshadowed the discussion about professional skills?"

Nong Ya replied instantly, and the content left the four original bodies speechless.

He glanced at the comments at the end of the post that had gone completely off-topic, typed a line against his will, and then quickly deleted it.

After repeating this process twice, I finally edited and sent it.

"No, they're simply praising your commentary skills and wondering where you came from. It's an underutilization of your talent to explain the boundary between reality and illusion."

Nong Ya did not reply.

On the other side of the screen, Nong Ya, who had opened the domestic Stars' Proof community, stared at the viral photo with a smile on her face.

She opened the webpage's built-in translation software, comparing line by line, her smile growing ever brighter.

She glanced at the message from the four prototypes and replied.

"Thanks, I'll keep trying."

It's quite a funny feeling. It's clearly a lie that could be easily exposed with a little verification, but the four original entities can make it sound so natural.

Could it be that, in the mind of the boundary between reality and illusion, I am the kind of person who gets angry just from reading a few comments and can't stand being teased?
"But it feels pretty good."

Nong Ya stretched vigorously.

As a first step in exploring a new career direction, the feedback has been far better than I imagined.

and……

It's quite interesting that someone working on the boundary between the virtual and real worlds has gained their recognition.

"The Tetramorph, huh? Should I bring two more cases of milk to deliver to your door this time?"

"Anyway, the New Year is almost here."

　All revised! All revised! All revised!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)