T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 544, page 543. Hehe, I don't believe it.
"By the way, do you have community welfare programs in your area?"

The fact that it's ready to eat straight from the can stopped the frenzy of crazy Thursday posts in food discussion groups.

Huang Liangyi was puzzled: "What kind of community outreach program involves checking water meters?"

“A few days ago, some people from the community came to our area, delivered a bunch of things, dropped them off and left, without any explanation or reason.”

Scarlet Music Box: "My family did say that we received a condolence gift from the community, which included rice, flour, and cooking oil."

With just one glance, Jiang Heyi knew what was going on.

Holora kept her promise, but didn't say when the next match would be held.

Regardless of what the next reward is, the importance of top players is self-evident.

However, Holora had specifically instructed them not to interfere too much from the sidelines.

Therefore, they could only awkwardly and cautiously express their importance.

Leaving a name in the community and receiving special attention are the most basic requirements.

Regarding compensation, there may be further developments once the negotiations conclude.

In contrast to their cautious approach, the French, having received Helena's promise, launched a massive and enthusiastic campaign to promote Saint Helena.

Black Sword Guard and others gave an offline interview.

There are also dedicated game streaming services that conduct exclusive interviews to help shape the character's persona.

Their overly strong performance at the boundary between reality and fiction actually made it easier for them to promote themselves.

"The number one player below the T0 guild."

This rhetoric makes it seem as if Saint Helena is the second-ranked guild, and that the Chosen of Khorne doesn't exist.

However, this seems to be a consensus among players on foreign servers as well.

The strength of the Chinese server in this round of the World Championship stems from its open-source scoring system and gameplay that effectively bridges the gap between virtual and real elements, allowing it to seize the initiative.

Rather than saying they lost to the top-ranked guilds, it's more accurate to say they lost to the top-ranked players in the Chinese server who formed a cohesive unit without internal conflicts.

The Black Sword Guardian honestly admitted that he was "not as skilled as the other."

The blatant publicity did not lead him astray. In an interview, he frankly admitted that the snow water fried noodles were introduced by the boundary between reality and fiction.

Without the generosity to define the boundaries between reality and illusion, they are likely to get stuck in a quagmire and find it difficult to extricate themselves.

With the official publicity in full swing, the Black Sword Guardians could easily have been less honest and reaped both fame and fortune.

Recalling Nong Ya's evaluation of him.

"A very proud person, with the arrogance of an old-fashioned aristocrat, but responsible."

That's incredibly accurate.

It's no wonder that Nong Ya can maintain a good relationship with him. In terms of their views, they probably both say things like "I am not a postmodern waste".

The live stream chat exploded with comments.

Previously, the community only speculated that snow water fried noodles might be related to the boundary between reality and fiction, but now it has been officially confirmed.

"why?"

The host's question was perfectly timed.

When the Black Sword Guardian, with a hint of shame and a tone of disappointment, said, "I don't want to lose the human-machine battle," the dense barrage of comments finally completely engulfed the video screen.

We must reflect deeply.

A month later, the content of Tower World once again saw a surge in discussion.

“Brother, I don’t like the boundary between reality and illusion and their propaganda offensive, it’s too annoying, but this time it’s different.”

"Some people are doing the right thing, using the right methods to benefit themselves and those around them, while we are using all our energy to harm each other."

"That's why there are only 2 guilds in the top 10 of the European server; our people are all desperately dragging us down."

"Our gaming environment is really terrible."

"Look at what you did when you were in the lead in Saint Helena. Everyone else was cooperating, and what were you doing?"

"Strange, the Tower World encourages competition, isn't this just the normal way to play? What's there to reflect on or criticize?"

“You’re right, that’s how games are. If your competition gives you an advantage and gets you to the top of the leaderboard, then what you’re saying is true, but that’s not the case right now.”

"I strongly agree with the view that the way the winners play in a game best represents the trend of the game. You are not number one now, so put away your arrogance and try to learn from the approach of the virtual and real boundaries. If you don't want to do that, try to become number one, otherwise please shut up."

"Why is the community all reflecting on this? But isn't it more worthy of reflection that only one player from the North American server made it into the top 10?"

"Why can't you face your own problems? Is it so hard to admit the gap?"

"?"

Players are human too, and human beings share similarities.

Seeing that people on other servers were also frequently getting rare drops, the people in front of the screen were overjoyed.

It turns out that the same words sound so pleasant when spoken by someone else.

The four original bodies were wrapped around the neck from behind by Nong Ya, and the four original bodies leaned against him, smiling as they showed him another post.

The community itself has a history of speculation on agriculture, and now that she knows that snow water fried noodles are related to the boundary between reality and illusion, she, who has most likely completed the communication between the two sides, has once again become the center of public opinion.

"Is it possible that Nong Ya bewitched the Four Primal Bodies and helped them summon reinforcements?"

"The episode with the most insightful associations."

"Perhaps you should write it as a novel, focusing on the process of seduction."

"The poor Primal Bodies were manipulated at will. It must have been the Black Sword Guards who sent Nong Ya. They're torturing the Primal Bodies' feelings, damn them!"

"The French have been saved by women again. Strange, why did I say 'again'?"

"That's fortunate, since you don't have a stake this time."

"Shouldn't we be thankful that you have enough money to ransom them this time?"

"Good question. So, how much should the ransom for Nongya be?"

Nong Ya whispered in the ear of the Primordial Being, "How much do you think it is?"

"12 yuan."

"Ugh?"

Nong Ya tilted her head and widened her eyes.

Those watching the exciting projection in the living room also turned their heads to look.

What a strange number this is!

"You mistakenly believe that being invited for tea is equivalent to the price of that cup of fruit tea on the night I saw you off." The Primordial scratched his cheek. "This is the first time I've ever seen such a misunderstanding. It's quite interesting."

"They can send you away for just 12 yuan, it's like they sold you..."

Nong Ya pounced on the Four Primal Bodies on the sofa: "This kind of misunderstanding won't happen again. You think you can just get rid of me like that?"

He stroked his chin in bed, squinting his eyes thoughtfully.

"Squid, squid, I want to be like that too."

Cuttlefish is typing today's vegetable prices into the computer.

He was a meticulous guy, and he would record every expense in detail every time he came back from shopping.

They say that after more than ten years, taking it out and flipping through it will have a special charm.

Upon hearing this, the squid raised its head blankly, not understanding what the blanket wanted.

"Let me hang on you tonight, I'll be the sloth, and you'll be the tree."

"Oh."

"Wow, such a calm reaction. Could it be that you're looking forward to it?"

The squid pouted helplessly, its smile filled with nothing but doting affection.

Before, I used to treat him like a kangaroo in bed, lifting his clothes and letting his head peek out from the collar, stretching a tight garment until it tore.

Having experienced things like this before, sloths are nothing to me.

That's how it is with the bed; sometimes it's possessed by a superhuman, acting crazy towards it.

The feeling is like seeing a cat sleeping soundly, feeling playful, rushing over to pet it, and wanting to put your mouth on the cat's head and suck on it.

Cuttlefish felt that the bed was the crazy person, and he was the good-natured cat.

It's good; he likes this kind of interaction. After marrying Du Jingwen, the passion only lasted for less than two or three months before succumbing to a tiresome dullness.

As the only person who has experienced marriage at the boundary between the real and the virtual world, looking back on the past only makes him cherish his bed even more.

It's nice to go crazy with her.

Jiang Heyi, sprawled on the sofa, smacked his lips and muttered to himself as he ate potato chips while holding French fries.

"Sigh, the stench of love is even stronger than the smell of the jailer sneaking a bite of snail rice noodles, which fills the whole house."

The fries were crunching and scavenging among themselves when they heard this, and silently climbed up a little higher, making the guy realize his mistake.

Holora dug a cave beneath the site of the villa and moved in happily.

Any illegal alteration will attract police attention, no matter where it is placed.

Unfortunately, no one in this world is stronger than Holora.

She came down to the ground to forage for food, scooped out some broth from the kitchen, and scalded a handful of noodles.

Slurping into the living room, I saw three couples huddled together, radiating a sweet aura. The noodles in my mouth felt like they were sprinkled with sugar, making them taste delicious.

"Sigh, so the biggest challenge of being your nanny is being tortured by this kind of daily routine?"

Holora quietly found a corner and squatted down to eat her noodles.

She asked, "Where's the jailer?"

Jiang Heyi hugged the fries tightly: "I took the orange tea out to play."

At first, the prison guard's family refused to believe that he had found a girlfriend.

Even after repeated emphasis, Yuan Huanye remained skeptical.

Upon hearing the name "Orange Tea," Yuan Huanye called him home that very evening.

Instead of expecting a reaction of surprise and elation, the jailer was already waiting to see his parents' expressions change.

however……

"You have no sense of propriety when it comes to joking about your own friends, you'd better kneel down!"

"what?"

"Kneel down first!"

The pressure was overwhelming. The jailer wanted to argue, but seeing his father's red face, which looked like he was about to faint, he obediently knelt down.

I've been in similar situations countless times since I was a child, so I'm quite used to it.

"Do you know that doing this will cause the team to fall apart? You've finally built up this group of friends, don't you understand that you're going to cause trouble by saying such things!"

Yuan Huanye was furious, and the jailer could only shrink back in anger after being scolded.

Unlike before when he caused trouble and was scolded until he trembled and sweated profusely, this time the jailer felt a subtle sense of pleasure as he listened to his father's scolding.

This time, he was really furious. Before, he would give them time to "make excuses" and smugly admire what kind of lies they could come up with to fool him.

This is great. They've moved to the boundary between reality and illusion, skipped the stage of sophistry, and fully activated the trial mode.

Most parents are strange, conflicted creatures; they find it hard to express love directly.

I complained a lot when I was a child, but I only realized what those words meant when I grew up.

Seeing the jailer acting like a quail, the older brother Yuan Yuwen pushed open the door and entered, using the excuse of bringing tea to ease the atmosphere, interrupting Yuan Huanye's spellcasting.

This is usually done by my mother.

She didn't come, probably because she felt she had really made a huge mistake by making a joke about her own people.

"May I say a few words?"

Yuan Huanye was breathing heavily, but when he saw Yuan Yuwen offering him the teacup, he swallowed it back.

The jailer stood up on his own, which made Yuan Yuwen anxious, so he quickly gestured with his eyes.

As expected, Yuan Huanye grunted in agreement.

In the past, the jailer would have obediently knelt back down.

This time was different. He proudly raised his head, making no attempt to hide his smug expression.

He took out his phone and quickly dialed a number.

After ringing twice, Orange Tea's voice came from the other end of the phone, interrupting Yuan Huanye's spellcasting once again.

"Orange Tea, now that we're officially a couple, let me treat you to a meal."

"Why bother going out to eat? Isn't the food at Cuttlefish Restaurant delicious?"

"Wow, we have to do something memorable, otherwise, in ten or twenty years, when we look back, it will all seem too mundane... I really went to great lengths to get you to agree."

"What's so difficult about it?" Orange Tea retorted.

So, you're not eating?

"Alright, you choose the location."

After hanging up the phone, in the room, Dad, Mom, and my older brother stared at me with wide eyes, blinking rapidly.

"Yes, yes, that's exactly the reaction I wanted to see!"

The jailer was screaming inside, but on the surface, he had to pretend.

He waved his phone, showing Orange Tea's phone number, to show that he wasn't acting to make fun of everyone.

Yuan Huanye's lips trembled.

"Do you have so little faith in me... Do you really think there's absolutely no chance between me and Orange Tea?"

Yuan Huanye really wanted to nod.

When he first heard about this, his reaction was...hehe, I don't believe it.

After a while, he swallowed.

"What? When did this happen?"

"It's been about half a month."

"Why are you only telling us now!"

"We've just started talking, let's get used to each other..." The prison guard tried to keep his lips taut, feigning grievance, "Does it matter whether we say it sooner or later? We'll all just get an unreasonable scolding from you guys anyway."

"I've only just opened my mouth, and Dad, you've already said ten sentences, you're practically calling me a paramecium..."

Yuan Huanye was also embarrassed.

It's no wonder he was agitated; he was genuinely afraid that the jailer would cause some trouble and make the others in the group dislike him.

After finally achieving such great success, my relatives and friends are all looking at me with new respect.

If a scandal suddenly breaks out, they won't care, but the prison guard will be stigmatized in everyone's eyes.

Who wouldn't want the best for their own child?

Yuan Huanye swallowed his pride and couldn't help but ask.

"how did you do it?"

"Well... someone gave me a push, and I bravely confessed my feelings."

The jailer couldn't help but scratch his head. Although some time had passed, his body still turned red and hot, and he felt like he was smoking, every time he recalled the moment of the charge.

Recalling the lewd words she uttered during her confession, she felt an urge to disappear into the ground.

"So, what did you say when you confessed your feelings?"

The jailer shook his head.

I can't exactly tell my dad that he wants to see Orange Tea's feet...

Seeing the jailer's reaction, the three people in the room laughed with relief.

"Okay, so you want to go on a date, right?"

Yuan Huanye searched on the cabinet for a while, found a card, and slipped it over.

"Don't spend your money on the date, spend mine."

"You better behave yourself, don't scare them, understand?"

Oh no, I was already scared when I confessed my feelings...

(End of this chapter)