T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World.

Chapter 549, Section 548: French Speed
Looking at the campus life shared by Potato Fries, Bedtime, Tea God, and others, and glancing at the feedback of the other college students in the top 4 of the Chinese server, the Four Primitives couldn't help but feel envious.

During his student days, he also fantasized about a moment when he would be in the center of the stage, enjoying the envious gazes of his peers.

As I grew older, these unrealistic daydreams were worn away from my mind by the daily grind.

Nong Ya, who was standing next to her, asked, "You're envious, aren't you?"

The Tetras did not deny it and nodded: "They won't have the chance to experience that feeling, but it's good that they're so happy."

"Besides... I have nothing to be dissatisfied with, I've received enough."

Nong Ya casually wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled his cheek.

"I feel most secure when you say things like that, I love it~~~"

"You'll experience this in your next life. Save Anna, and everyone will see you as a hero."

"Sense of security" is the word Nong Ya mentioned most often when they were together.

The safety she refers to is not physical strength or physique, those numerical values ​​that can be directly manifested through violence.

As for what exactly it is, the Tetraprime cannot be found out.

Before the Tower World emerged victorious, the mother of the Four Primarchs had already moved out of the old house where she had lived for nearly 30 years.

That old house holds all the memories that the Four Primal Bodies have since they started remembering.

The cramped, less than 50-square-meter house is full of traces of time.

When Nong Ya, visiting for the first time, pushed open the door, she felt as if she had opened a time portal back 4 or 50 years.

The old wooden furniture has become brittle; many shelves can be pinched hard and rubbed into wood chips and powder.

The moldy paint on the walls was peeling off in patches, and dust was falling everywhere.

The wall sockets, which should have been off-white, have turned yellowish with age.

With each refresh, the tiles lose their shine; the deep, blurred patterns and the slightly rough, uneven texture they have become all testament to the power of time.

The four original bodies live in an old high-rise building in a residential area, which has eight floors and no elevator.

For Nong Ya, who was used to elevators since childhood, she couldn't imagine the four original bodies and his mother walking up and down the stairs day after day.

When asked about this surprise, the Tetras simply laughed and said, "That's why I didn't experience a sudden period of weight gain like the jailer."

Even delivery drivers would shake their heads at this height. Purchasing large appliances in narrow aisles tests the movers' ability to reposition and move.

During major shopping festivals, if you spend a little more, the mountains of packages you receive are enough to give you a high-intensity workout.

He is actually a very adaptable person. No matter how dilapidated the house is, as long as the computer and mainframe are still there, he feels he can manage for the rest of his life.

Nong Ya had thought so before.

If she didn't live in modern society, she would think that the Tetramorphic Primitives are like Lera in Maupassant's novel.

Life can be outrageously simple; without external intervention, inertia will propel it in the same motion for decades without a ripple.

In modern society, the diversification of entertainment options and the reduced difficulty in acquiring resources have allowed the Four Primal Bodies to create a gap in social interactions, accidentally becoming a member of the boundary between the virtual and the real world.

Such a person, with low desires and easily satisfied, only longs for a clean, bright, and sunny low-density residential area.

This was a luxury that the Tetraprime could only dream of, but he bought it for his mother.

Even though he was still young, he couldn't help but frown as he climbed the stairs day after day, not to mention his family members whose health was not ideal.

Before meeting everyone, the Four Primals had already saved up a sum of money through their daily work and game-playing services.

The dividends from the Stars of Wisdom made up for all the remaining needs of this wish.

Now, what he needs to do is fulfill another wish.

The sound of pushing open the door brought a response to the brightly lit room.

Somewhat bewildered, the mother of the four original entities came out and caught a glimpse of two people changing their shoes in the entryway, as well as a woman dressed in strange clothes who seemed to have stepped out of a portrait. She was momentarily stunned.

Tetraprototype's mother has a poor memory. During the Lunar New Year, Nongya noticed that she often forgets the details that she had just repeatedly emphasized.

They were clearly eating at the same table, but after finishing their meal, they would suddenly feel a bit dazed and then subconsciously get up, anxiously saying, "I forgot to call Nong Ya to eat."

Upon seeing Nongya, she happily greeted her, warmly took her hand, placed the two boxes of milk aside, and muttered, "Why are you being so polite again?"

Then, out of curiosity, she asked the only woman in the room she didn't recognize, "Who are you?"

"Horola, your son's friend."

Upon hearing this, the mother of the Tetramorphs' expression changed, and she quickly poured tea for everyone.

Thinking that young people seem indifferent to tea, he immediately took out some juice from the refrigerator.

A warm feeling flashed through Nong Ya's heart.

It's orange juice. She mentioned during the Chinese New Year that she really liked it.

When I left in a hurry, the inventory had already been cleared out; there was no doubt that this was what my aunt had bought and stored in advance.

I hope she can drink it whenever she comes back.

After doing all this, the Tetramorphic mother used her eyes to lure her obedient son to the balcony.

"Mom, what's wrong?"

Seeing that his mother's expression wasn't very pleasant, just like the harbinger of a storm after he had been naughty as a child, the Primordial was somewhat puzzled.

Could it be that he blamed himself for leaving too hastily after the New Year, leaving Nong Ya at home without even saying goodbye?
But you can't blame yourself, it's all the fault of the weaving wind in the grooves!

"Tell Mom the truth, what are you really thinking?"

"What? What are you thinking?"

“I think Nong Ya is a good person. She came to our house during the New Year and helped out with this and that. Didn’t you also say she was a good person? What is she doing now? Bringing other people home again?”

"what?"

"What? You're a celebrity now? Now that you're famous, you're trying to do weird and strange things like foreigners?"

"I'm innocent, Mom... no, Holora is a doctor, she's here to treat you."

It would have been better if he hadn't explained, but as soon as he said that, the four primal beings felt an overwhelming sense of oppression.

"You haven't told me such a terrible lie in a long time. You've become famous, your mentality has changed, are you trying to fool Mom? Don't I know whether my illness is curable or not?"

"If there were a cure for diabetes, it would be big news that we'd see on TV."

The four primitive bodies experienced what it means to have something to say but not be able to say it.

It's really hard to explain.

Holola snapped her fingers, and the sliding door to the balcony opened automatically.

Before the Tetraprimal Mother could even react with surprise, Holora clapped her hands, and a dazzling green light enveloped the room.

In just a moment, the Tetraprime Mother's eyes lost focus and began to glaze over.

"I've never seen you this nervous, even when you're in the middle of a game. You're all sweating, Quadruple Primitive."

Faced with Holora's teasing, the four Primals could only sigh.

"I'm so wronged... I still went to steal food even though I had Nong Ya with me. When did my mom become so uninformed about me?"

Holola chuckled, "It's not that I don't understand, it's just that I'm too concerned to think straight. She's already treating Nongya like family."

"I'm like an untimely cat stealing fish, trying to steal Nongya's man."

Nong Ya blushed, a rare occurrence for her—she hadn't blushed this much even when she wore the Four Primitive Defense Line.

Taking advantage of her mother's dazed state, Holora slipped a ring adorned with unknown vines and a few grass seeds onto her index finger. "Anyway, the sea of ​​magic in this world is sealed, so the overflowing power is just overflowing. It's perfect for nourishing your mother's body."

"After a while, once her physical condition improves, I will use my magic to heal her further."

"Generally speaking, these two steps are enough. If there is an emergency, I also have a puppet route and I can call for external assistance."

"The doll route involves replacing the diseased organs and becoming a semi-flesh doll, which does not affect her from living her life as a human being."

"Foreign aid is simple; just get the medical team to come and handle it on-site. Although it will destroy some of the alchemists' masterpieces, but..."

"Rest assured, our promises are comprehensive."

He believed in the value of the promises made by the Sovereign.

After a while, the Tetraprimate mother came to her senses.

Finding myself sitting on the sofa, I recalled the moments I should have been on the balcony, and felt a wave of disorientation wash over me.

She sighed inwardly, "My brain isn't working so well anymore."

Looking around, there was no sign of Holora.

She was even more taken aback and couldn't help but touch her forehead.

The unusual sensation on her hand made her examine it closely.

"This ring..."

"This is a gift that Nongya bought for you. She chose it very carefully, so please don't lose it."

The mother of the four primitives was taken aback, then immediately beamed with joy: "A very unique little trinket, wearing it makes me feel... refreshed."

It wasn't just a casual remark; strangely enough, she felt a burning sensation flowing through her body along with her blood.

His body, which had been sluggish and exerting itself, seemed to be awakened, and its strength surged forth again, just like when he was young.

Seeing the four original bodies so engrossed in the joy of their mother's redemption, Nong Ya smiled and pursed her lips.

"Aunt……"

Ok?
What a terrible translation! It seems even the built-in translation in Proof of the Stars can sometimes fall short of capturing the emotions and meanings of words.

It still needs improvement.

"Mom, I've discussed it with him. If we get married in the future, we'll move to the villa in Guangzhou and bring you there too, so it'll be easier to take care of you."

"Hmm, hmm, okay... ah?"

The Tetraprimate mother nodded to herself, her eyes widening halfway through.

She glanced at her good son, then at Nong Ya, who was happily twirling her blonde hair with her fingers.

Oh no, I was just feeling refreshed, and now I'm suddenly feeling dizzy again.

"Get married? You've already reached this point? So fast?"

"I know things might be faster in foreign countries, but... when it comes to feelings, should we..."

The Tetraprototype was also bewildered.

"Getting married? When did that happen? How come I didn't know?"

Nong Ya leaned down and whispered in the ear of the Four Primal Bodies, "What are you doing? We've already done it, aren't we going to get married?"

Nongya's straightforwardness is so strong that it can bring Kesha out for a showdown, even through the screen.

It was practically a self-inflicted wound in front of his mother; all the timidity and shyness in the Four Primal Bodies' hearts turned into...

"Yes, yes, you're absolutely right!"

"Can't I speak first...?"

Nong Ya laughed and playfully squeezed his hand from below the stage: "Waiting for you to speak? I'm afraid I'll have to wait until you're reincarnated as Anna~~"

Calling her "Mom" was a natural progression. In just a few words, what should have been a simple visit to "treat" Holora turned into a ceremony to inform the parents of their engagement.

When asked whether she should discuss the matter in detail with Nong Ya's family, she waved her hand dismissively.

“Once we grow up, we make our own decisions, and I don’t think they would look down on us.”

"The boundary between reality and illusion... When they hear the guild's name, what can they do besides offer their blessings?"

This is true.

A few days ago when I logged into the game, the Primarchs even chatted with the Black Sword Guardian, the guild leader of Saint Helena.

The other party generously stated that if Nong Ya were to marry him, he would not mind attending the ceremony to offer his congratulations.

Of course, if they want to follow the French example and keep things simple, like not having a banquet and just posting a photo in their social circle, then he can send the money in advance.

The key point is to let the guest follow the host's lead.

The abstraction of the Four Primarchs in foreign servers is underestimated. According to Black Sword Guardian, posting a photo in the marriage circle is already considered a big deal. Many people get married silently or simply don't get married at all.

The sudden surprise made the Tetramorphic Mother pause for a moment before she grasped the problem in what she had just said.

"You're buying another house?"

"This is a new house, how can you possibly live here?"

"What a waste! Even if you have money, you can't squander it."

It took the two of them a lot of effort to convince her that not only would the new house be free, but the land would also be free.

The answer is that a mysterious person is handling everything.

There have been 8 people in the chat group on the boundary between the virtual and real worlds for a long time.

Once everything was settled, Nong Ya quickly edited the information and posted it in the group chat to "fish" (a slang term for spamming or cheating).

There was no deafening explosion, but all the fish in the group floated belly up to the surface.

"Wait, wait, what do you mean by 'you've completed the engagement process'?"

"Wasn't Holora going to treat her aunt's illness? What are you doing?"

After a noisy chatter, everyone could only sigh in admiration.

Cuttlefish: "Nongya's combat power is too strong. He smashed the heart wall of the four original bodies with one punch. Now all that's left is chickens pecking at rice."

From the bed: "That's right, this is Nong Ya, a pure French superwoman with incredible strength, a typical example of how great strength can create miracles~~~"

Jailer: "Tsk tsk tsk, from now on, the Primarchs will just be Nong Ya's toys. Waaaaah, my wooden Primarchs are going to be burned as firewood, so tragic~~~"

"Since you're in the mood to fool around like this, I'm going to interrogate you about your relationship with Tea God." Fries asked, "Orange Tea, you're back at school, what are you busy with? May I ask?"

The prison guard wailed, "Stop cursing! Stop cursing! We'll set off to catch up with them tomorrow!"

"It's tomorrow?" the blanket sneered. "Our prison guard is really too efficient!"

"Stop talking. I told the jailer not to come. I'm not a child who needs to be cuddled and taken care of," Orange Tea said.

The jailer was getting impatient: "Didn't you say you were going to move out of the school to avoid being treated like a mascot and stared at? How can I not go?"

Jiang Heyi: "I can see that the prison guard is afraid that someone will come out and claim ownership of Orange Tea, after all, this has happened before."

Nong Ya belatedly realized: "So, the jailer hasn't mentioned your relationship on the platform yet?"

"Xun, jailer brother, Xun!"

(End of this chapter)