T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

The tetra-prime frowned.

They seem to have a very enthusiastic fan base in the French community.

"Nong Ya?"

"What a strange pronunciation," noneya muttered, smoothing her hair.

Chapter 171 I Like Potatoes

"Did you fly across several time zones specifically to participate in the offline event?"

After reading the translation of the four original bodies, Nong Ya stopped sipping her milk tea and pondered for a moment.

"I also came here for sightseeing."

Nong Ya explained that she would be using the visa-free travel loophole for a while to explore the area.

Her guild, Durandal, is currently in a period of rest and recuperation.

The quest to conquer the Underground Temple of the Clarity has bankrupted the guild, leaving their warehouse in pristine condition.

If everyone's combined wealth were enough to make even the robbers in the game weep and donate money, they would be moved to tears.

"How could it be so terrible?"

Nong Ya said a bunch of things unconsciously before remembering that she needed to translate.

"That's what the black cat did."

With just a few words, the Tetraprimal already had a picture in its mind.

"Your strategy guide is very good, and we followed it exactly, but we still can't beat it," Nong Ya sighed.

This is a difference in pilot skill; the boundaries between reality and virtuality are beyond our control.

Nong Ya went behind the table of the Four Primal Bodies and casually picked up a plastic stool to sit down.

She seemed to know what the Tetras were going to say and had translated it in advance.

"Since there aren't many people here, I'll wait here until your event is over so I can ask other people for souvenirs."

It's a bit heartbreaking, but the Tetraprimals don't care.

When discussing the many powerful guilds across the server, why focus so much on the boundary between the virtual and real worlds? Nong Ya, ever the outgoing one, didn't hold back.

"It was caused by arguing with someone."

The EU server's community forums organized an event to catch up when the boundary between the virtual and real worlds had just become famous for its underground temple.

At the time, some curious people posted a discussion thread on the forum, the gist of which was to guess how long the progress of the virtual-real boundary could remain number one.

At that time, there were mindless bandwagoners criticizing the boundary between reality and illusion in the Chinese server, and the public opinion environment in foreign servers was naturally not so friendly either.

Seeing all sorts of sarcastic comments, Nong Ya, who was preparing a strategy group, said something to someone who made a discriminatory remark, which actually drew ridicule from everyone.

Nong Ya's rebellious nature was aroused.

At the time, she was completely unaware of the boundaries between reality and illusion, and her statements were based solely on morality and reason.

Faced with the constant stream of pop-up reply boxes, Nong Ya chose to abandon morality and reason.

Fighting is fun!

They fought a high-intensity community battle for four days, responding to every single one of their calls.

Her original guild kicked her out to avoid suspicion, but this only strengthened her resolve to fight.

After a chaotic battle, Nong Ya, who had previously paid no attention to the boundary between reality and illusion, began frantically searching for ways to understand the situation in the Chinese server and established contact with the Crimson Music Box's [Orange Sky Strategy Group].

As the Reality Boundary gained fame in both the Underground Temple and guild wars, Nongya, who had long been involved in the Reality Boundary matchup, transformed into a rare and iconic figure in the European server who bought into the Reality Boundary early on.

After that, whenever the boundary between the virtual and real worlds made headlines, Nong Ya would be repeatedly mentioned in the community, and she had become a well-known figure.

At this stage, Nong Ya has become a true fan of the unshakable boundary between reality and fiction.

She would first machine-translate all the latest news about the boundary between the virtual and real worlds, then polish it, embed the text, and share it in the community.

She downloaded all the recordings of the guild war on the boundary between reality and illusion. The recordings were so long that many people would fast-forward to the battle phase, but she insisted on speeding it up to record the details she found interesting.

The number of times the Primitive Ones could predict the number of times the Elemental Shield would save lives was not something she made up; she really did create a document about it.

There are also other interesting statistics, such as the number of times the jailer brother summoned spirits, zombies, and skeleton guards.

Orange Tea's preferred number of times to summon Wind Spirit in guild wars.

The number of kidneys in the quilt.

Know them like the back of your hand.

During this time, Nong Ya sent many private messages in an attempt to contact the boundary between the virtual and real worlds, but since Jiang Heyi and Tudou rarely checked their full inboxes, they all went unanswered.

Finally, it was through the Orange Sky Strategy Group's channels that we made contact for the first time.

Wow, even the Primarchs felt it was beneath them to treat this top EU server fan to a small plastic stool.

Wanting to say something more, Nong Ya suddenly raised her head, her face full of joy.

Jiang Heyi walked to the side of the Four Primal Bodies and stared blankly at Nong Ya, the foreigner.

“Nongya”.

The brief introduction awakened Jiang Heyi's memory, but he didn't have time for pleasantries. He simply smiled and used all the French he had learned to say hello.

"Could you help me deal with these reporters and fans who are giving me interviews?"

"Huh? Me?" The Primal was bewildered. "They're coming for you."

"I tell people that you are in charge of many things in the guild, and if they want to know anything, interviewing you is the most appropriate thing to do."

"Where are you going?"

"My stomach hurts, do you even need to ask me that?!"

As Jiang Heyi led a group of people to his ranks, the four original bodies quickly straightened their posture to prepare for the impending impact.

Jiang Heyi didn't go to the restroom, but instead slipped away to a quiet, secluded corner of the venue where there were hardly any people.

He patted his coat pocket and found that the peaches he had put in his pocket when he ate earlier were still there. While watching the live stream on his phone and seeing the four original bodies being swallowed up by the crowd, he smiled and ate the peaches.

"What's the potato grower doing here?"

The sudden sound startled Jiang Heyi so much that his phone almost flew out of his hand.

Turning my head, I saw a familiar face.

French Fries Dad, Liu Jinhong.

"Hello, Uncle... What brings you here?"

Liu Jinhong laughed and said, "This is Xiaofei's first time participating in an offline event, so of course we have to come and support her. We happened to see you walking in a hurry on the way, so we followed you out of curiosity."

Jiang Heyi didn't believe it. Driven by curiosity, he thought, "He probably wouldn't have maxed out the stealth skill."

“I’m watching the live broadcast. Chairman Potato doesn’t seem like the type to get stage fright. He shouldn’t have been scared away by the huge crowd,” Liu Jinhong said. “He’s gone to great lengths to take care of his friend.”

Having been exposed, Jiang Heyi simply sat down on the ground and continued eating peaches.

"Everyone else is having a lively time, but his place is deserted. As the president, I have to think of a solution."

Liu Jinhong smiled and said, "In that case, I won't disturb your moment of leisure. I should go and tease Xiaofei."

Hey, with such adorable parents, it's no wonder French Fries has developed role-playing skills...

Jiang Heyi decided to save the poor fries.

"Fries is interacting with fans right now, so this must be bothering her."

This only made Liu Jinhong's smile even brighter.

"You seem to care about Xiaofei quite a bit. Fine, I'll go as a fan, is that alright?"

Jiang Heyi sighed.

"I tried my best."

The front of the line for French fries.

"French fries, French fries, I'm your fan!"

The enthusiastic voice made French Fries' face fall.

She lowered her voice and said, "Mom, this is an offline event, don't cause trouble!"

"Xiaofei is so cold. Can't a mother be a fan?"

After finally squeezing back to the front of the line, Dad whispered something in Mom's ear.

"Hey, I'll come find you after the show ends."

This lovey-dovey couple just left like that.

The early warning radar, which we've been using for years, started beeping loudly.

What were they planning to do, or... what did they do?

She was more afraid of what would happen next than of embarrassing herself on the spot.

The three-hour event came to a close amidst much excitement.

For all four guild members, this was their first time participating in an event of this scale. Maintaining their high spirits had exhausted them, and as they left the venue, their faces were etched with fatigue.

At this point, someone suggested going out for a late-night snack, and naturally, everyone agreed.

"Speaking of which, why is Nong Ya with us?"

Nong Ya held up a mobile phone, the screen displaying translated content.

"Want to grab a late-night snack? I want to go too."

Based on the reactions of those around her and the few words she had learned piecemeal, Nongya deduced what everyone was going to do next.

Having already acquired the complete deluxe set of souvenirs from the boundary between reality and illusion, she had no intention of leaving and, as if on cue, decided to join the late-night snack crowd.

Because Nong Ya's deeds were so compelling, Jiang Heyi felt he couldn't let his fans down, so he naturally agreed.

"Where are the fries?" Orange Tea looked around.

The jailer said, "I think I saw Uncle and Auntie come by just now. They probably took her to chat about something. They'll be back in a bit."

A deserted corner outside the venue.

"You guys dragged me here specifically just to make me cut potatoes and watch Kishia's daily love life?" French Fries gritted his teeth.

"Yes, you cut it very well. I love it, I love watching it. Please cut more." Lu Xinxin covered her face. "Kesha is really good."

I got angry for no reason!

"French fries, are you angry?" Liu Jinhong asked.

"What do you think!"

"Your voice is trembling; you're definitely angry." Lu Xinxin's eyes shone brightly in the darkness. "But what are you angry about?"

French fries was startled.

"If you're planning to use the excuse of annoying people by pressing for updates offline, then you're just fooling yourself, Xiaofei."

My usually sharp mind was suddenly shut down by my mother's words.

“You get angry because you’re aware of it, but you can’t face it, so you just keep it bottled up.” Lu Xinxin chuckled. “You’re not being honest at all. You could ask your parents for advice. You don’t know how, you’re afraid, but we can teach you.”

"Is Xiaofei still unwilling to put down her role-playing game for a while? Just say the word, and you'll get off-site assistance."

“Teach, teach what... I don’t understand what you’re saying.”

"Still not being honest?" Liu Jinhong also intensified his tone. "On October 9th, you need to cooperate with the Chinese server operations team to take official photos in preparation for future events. October 10th is your respective return trip date."

"After today's offline event, you'll be considered public figures. Guess how many eyes will be watching a young man like you who has room for growth in the future and is basically guaranteed a comfortable life?"

"You're in Guangfu, he's in Chengning, in places you can't see. Even if Kexia doesn't emerge from the sea and beat you to a pulp, what about the others?"

French Fries felt a sudden jolt of fear.

"How can you be such parents? It sounds like you're trying to push your daughter away!"

Fries' parents exchanged a glance and nodded.