T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 545, Section 544: Onion Jailer

From childhood to adulthood, the prison guard was a complete and utter poor guy.

His family's wealth had nothing to do with him.

On the way home from school, if I had a craving for something to eat or drink, I had to shamelessly beg my classmates for a bite or a drink.

I finally got into university and escaped my family's control, but my wallet is still empty.

After going through a period of extreme frugality that left him malnourished, he gradually loosened his grip a little.

That's how the prison guard decided he liked playing video games.

When I was a kid, it was a handheld game console. You could just insert a cartridge and enjoy playing it for half a day in an immersive way.

My parents took away the handheld game console that night, but it's okay.

The jailer can first take a tense and exciting sneaky step, tiptoeing to open the door.

At these times, he always found the creaking sound of the door opening particularly jarring.

Even if you get your hands on a handheld console, you can't let your guard down. You can play it secretly under the covers, but you also need to be on guard against your parents suddenly getting up and attacking you.

He still remembers the look his older brother gave him when he woke up, a look that was both helpless and secretly amused.

As they grew a little older, computers became standard equipment.

Turn on your computer, select a game, and even without a penny in your pocket, you can still have a simple and happy day.

Compared to handheld consoles that need to be hidden or put away for play, the prison guard can use the excuse of checking information to make the most of screen switching for a great gaming experience.

This is his earliest understanding of making good use of fragmented time.

Of course, having done that, it was only natural that the prison guard's grades would be mediocre.

Occasionally, when he glimpses someone in a news report who casually earned a high degree while playing games, he always feels that the other person has achieved a life-winning status.

Why can't he do it?

He used to think that people like that were far removed from his life, until he saw Jiang Heyi, and then Moyu.

The former said he went out with his classmates to play online games before the college entrance exam, while the latter cherished his handheld console and played rare items before the exam.

Ironically, neither of them had much effort in getting into their desired schools.

Mo Yu was the most despicable guy. He graduated from school and immediately got a job. Within a few years, he started teaching honors classes and became a well-known celebrity in the school. Of course, his life would have been even more perfect if he hadn't married Du Jingwen.

French fries are also a form of bullying.

He only managed to pull himself out of the intense gaming session a year before the college entrance exam, skipped Jiang Heyi, and resisted the urge to chat in the group chat, thus easily resolving his academic issues.

Comparing people can be infuriating.

"That's because you've never tried. You've always just drifted along, living life as you please," Orange Tea said irritably. "If I worked hard for three years and ended up being surpassed by a lazy guy like you, and we even got into the same school, then I..."

The jailer, licking his ice cream, looked up curiously: "And how are you?"

Orange Tea turned her head away and silently stuck out her tongue, rolling it around in the ice cream: "Then I can only sulk."

The jailer tried hard to suppress his laughter.

The part about orange tea making people feel sullen is quite amusing.

The card Yuan Huanye gave him contained nearly 10 yuan.

Back in his student days, the jailer would probably be drooling.

As for how to use it, of course you can choose your favorite restaurants for breakfast, lunch, and dinner and eat to your heart's content.

For games I want to play, I don't need to be meticulous about spending money; I don't need to consider the pity system or luck.

In short, just spend money.

The fact that you need to calculate precisely only means that your wallet isn't strong enough. Is this what happens when you use a cheat software modifier?
If I want to buy something, I'm too lazy to think about the discount of a few dollars or tens of dollars, so I just close my eyes and enter my payment password.

However, now, the prison guard's consumption habits are not so decadent.

Having truly endured hardship in college, he came to understand the value of money.

The rice I bought for 648 yuan can fill several rice containers.

Converted to rice, flour, and cooking oil, they're so heavy that even taking the elevator will leave your arms numb from carrying them.

As for why it's rice...

This deeply ingrained conversion method originated from a mysterious member of the game group.

Every year during the White Album season, the old game group would have a classic gift exchange event. Initially, it was just a casual activity created by everyone while playing with White Album references.

After being successfully held year after year, it has become a fixed ceremony.

At first, the gifts everyone exchanged were mostly items with a strong "otaku" vibe.

Figurines, electronic product accessories, and physical cards.

Of course, some unsavory elements have also been mixed in, such as... tenderness...

Given that the group members know each other well, once they get their hands on this thing, someone will actually write a serious review and tell everyone whether they should buy one to play with.

In this joyful gift exchange, a mysterious group member using the pseudonym "Seal" would casually write down how many kilograms of rice.

It started at 50 jin, then 60...

Until the last two years, the excessive 70s and 80s.

They can be exchanged for rice, flour, cooking oil, or local specialties at an equivalent price.

The jailer is lucky; he won a prize on his very first attempt at a prank by his fellow members in the Seals group.

I thought the other party was just joking, and that what I would get in the end would be some otaku-related items related to rice.

There's a hardcore farming game out there that's perfect for gifting; maybe this is it?

The prison guard's imagined scenario shattered the moment he received a call from the delivery guy.

While still in school, he saw the heavy bags of rice and his mind went blank.

A bag of rice costing just over 400 yuan can flatten him into a pancake, making him unable to turn over.

Since then, whenever he spends money on in-game purchases, the jailer always recalls that afternoon when he was overwhelmed by a mountain of rice.

Surprisingly, after the conversion, it effectively curbed the prison guard's desire to spend money on in-game purchases, allowing him to gradually withdraw from the mobile game addiction in his later years of university and continue to focus on computer games.

After hearing what the jailer said, Orange Tea blinked in surprise.

"Really, friends from the God Group... Is that how you use that term?"

Strolling around the aquarium, a romantic dating spot, with Orange Tea, and talking about his past, Jailer Bro felt as if it were a dream.

They were particularly interested in the orange tea, listening intently the whole time.

So far, the topic of rice is the one that has elicited the strongest reaction from her.

It's so cute in its simplicity.

Jiang Heyi compiled a travel guide of the places she and French Fries went on their daytime date after confirming their relationship, and showed it to the prison guard.

He was specifically reminded that he should learn more about the fish found in the aquarium so he could do some on-site science education.

Although his public image doesn't match this action, it's still better than the two of them just strolling around and seeing a fish floating by, staring at each other blankly, with Orange Tea asking, "What kind of fish is this?" and the two of them just staring at each other in silence.

The jailer was willing to listen to advice, but... listening to advice is one thing, remembering it is another.

I've been studying the magical theories of the Anaworld intensively lately, and with the help of orange tea, I've managed to cram the knowledge into my mind.

But this knowledge about fish is just too much; I memorized it and forgot it immediately.

"what fish is this?"

A pale blue halo flowed across the glass as manta rays stretched their broad pectoral fins and slowly glided over their heads, casting shadows that briefly brushed against Orange Tea's face.

Her eyes were still fixed on the shimmering school of fish, her lips slightly parted.

The question, "What kind of fish is this?" floated between the two like a bubble.

The jailer was sweating profusely. The situation unfolded as expected, the only problem being… his mind suddenly wasn't working properly.

Are manta rays and stingrays the same thing?

Should he make a blind guess first?
A few seconds passed in the midst of the hesitation, and whether it was a manta ray or a devil ray, it leisurely slithered away.

The slowly swaying fins seemed to be supporting two large, luminous characters on the left and right.

"A god!"

The two looked at each other in silence. Orange Tea's eyes were full of expectation, but the jailer's eyes were as desperate as a student who had found a blank notebook before an open-book exam.

Orange Tea tried hard to suppress the smile on her lips.

Of course she knew what kind of fish it was.

But she also got the strategy guide, from French fries.

"A silly guy like the jailer will most likely try to act like a normal person in order to make a point of being noticed by you. He'll try to memorize some knowledge to show off. If you indulge his little desires a little, you'll see him happy like a child."

"She's easy to coax, give it a try."

Neither of them knew that the strategies provided by French Fries and Potatoes were mutually compatible.

Orange Tea made its move, and the jailer couldn't catch it, instantly putting the show on hold.

"It looks delicious, it reminds me of the fried fish fillets I had last night."

The prison guard pushed the conversation forward forcefully, albeit desperately.

That's strange. Normally, this little bit of embarrassment wouldn't be a problem at all. He's known as a social terrorist in the community, so why would he be afraid of embarrassment?
But in front of the orange tea, he felt his abstract exterior naturally peel away, involuntarily revealing his more authentic self.

"Orange tea is definitely different!"

Thinking this, he couldn't help but observe the orange tea's reaction.

Yes, she's smiling.

Although it was a silly mistake, it provided the desired entertainment value.

If it were anyone else, the prison guard would feel like they were mocking him.

But orange tea is different~~~
So this is what King You of Zhou felt?
The jailer felt relieved and realized that he had gained a deeper understanding of historical figures.

"It'll be better when the weather gets warmer. It's still so cold now, you can't see anything even if you try to peek."

Orange Tea's sudden words startled the jailer, who turned his head in surprise.

Orange Tea pursed her lips: "Actually, you're really looking forward to me wearing a dress, right?"

"I haven't said anything yet, can you read minds?"

"Do I need to read minds? Look at me dressed like a penguin, you can't see my legs, you'll feel a little disappointed, that's more in line with my name."

When she first arrived, Orange Tea's outfit was... well, let's just say it wasn't great.

You can't expect someone who's been burying themselves in their studies throughout high school to care much about external matters.

Before I'd even been in university for a few days, I was pulled into a guild and started down a different path, continuing my old-fashioned, unfashionable style of dressing.

The comfort of the bed was the best. I opened my heavy wardrobe and took out each item for her to try on.

After some guidance, Orange Tea gradually understood how to match clothes to show off her charm and personality.

"If you want to make the jailer happy, that's easy. Just put on some tight stockings and a pleated skirt and dangle them in front of him. He'll be kneeling down, begging you to keep this outfit all day."

A comment from my bedside: the ugly appearance of the prison guard.

Orange Tea didn't think it was that serious. She was dressed warmly today, and the jailer was in high spirits when she went out.

He simply put his hand out from under the down jacket, put on a sleeve, and casually squeezed the guard's fingers, and the guard's smile immediately lit up.

Sigh, I spend all day online playing with abstract images and watching tons of erotic pictures.

His comments were comprehensive, as if he were a seasoned tycoon who had experienced countless nights of revelry.

Offline, it's just holding hands; the innocent reaction is like a fine wine that's been aged for years—its aroma is already overflowing even before it's opened.

Like a giant onion, peel back the abstract exterior of the prison guard, and inside is pure.

Thinking this, Orange Tea flicked her sleeve over again.

Like a robot that understands instructions, the jailer eagerly reached out his hand and completed the docking inside his sleeve.

"It's fun, the onion-peeling game is really interesting."

Orange Tea tried to purse her lips, not wanting the jailer to understand her little thoughts.

After wandering around for quite a while, just as we were about to leave the aquarium area, Orange Tea suddenly stopped.

The jailer followed her gaze and saw a shop selling souvenirs from the museum's collection.

They have everything from plush toys to small ornaments and pendants.

"Choose one, it's all Dad's money anyway, he'll be unhappy if I don't spend it." The jailer flicked the card.

Orange Tea said, "It's your family's money that's being spent. Don't act like you're emptying your savings for me. I'm not Hu Qian."

The jailer tilted his head: "Hiss, are you that concerned about Hu Qian?"

“If I like you, then I really like you, and it has nothing to do with your family, your affairs, or your money,” Orange Tea said earnestly. “It only concerns you.”

"I hope you feel the same way. You can't just like me because of my legs..."

Orange Tea muttered to herself.

When the jailer received the first half of the sentence, his brain was already overloaded and went into a berserk state.

At this moment, Orange Tea is the highest output DPS at the boundary between reality and illusion, and can kill a max-level and fully-trained Necromancer with just one sentence.

The jailer wanted to make a move, but he suddenly realized that in the face of such a devastating statement, any action would seem like that of a clown.

Thankfully, he enjoys being the clown.
"It's like your legs don't belong to you... I already said, you're chocolate flavored."

Orange Tea laughed and scolded, "So your focus is still on legs? And speaking of chocolate, I should tape your mouth shut from now on."

"That won't work."

"why?"

“Orange Tea, you’re not that kind of person, you definitely wouldn’t do that.”

"I'll change for you," Orange Tea said matter-of-factly. "Isn't that a kind of change too?"

People coming and going, catching a glimpse of the commotion on this side, couldn't help but stop and steal a glance.

Orange Tea quickly coughed and said, "Alright, alright, I've made my choice, let's pay."

The chosen object was a huge seal plush toy, grayish-white with a few spots.

Well, the jailer's assessment was that it was ugly, but after looking at it for a while, you would get a feeling that... the little thing was quite unique.

"Why did you choose it?"

“Beiwo has a similar seal-shaped bag,” Orange Tea laughed. “I don’t understand this, but it’s always good to follow Beiwo’s aesthetic.”

There are plenty of "teachers" at the boundary between the virtual and the real, enough for Orange Tea to learn from.

This applies to fashion, and it also applies to dating.

but……

Orange Tea glanced at the jailer who was paying the bill and smiled.

She doesn't seem to need any guides or similar references anymore.

Just treat the prison guard like an onion.

Although it's a little pungent when you cut it open, it always tastes sweet once it's cooked.

(End of this chapter)