T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

"The more you touch, the more you earn."

"It's so much fun to slack off!"

Where is the King of Slacking Off?

Given that the Tetramorph Mother's health had always been poor, Jiang Heyi suddenly became somewhat worried.

The call was successfully connected.

"Potato, what's wrong?"

The tone was very ordinary, which put Jiang Heyi at ease.

After expressing his concern directly, the Tetramorph laughed.

I had a video conference this morning, which is why I didn't spam the group chat unrestrainedly.

"Thank you."

The tetragonal bodies were discussed very seriously.

It feels warm to be cared for.

Looking back on the short time I spent graduating from university a few years ago, leaving my familiar city to work hard, living in a rented room, going back and forth between two points, with no social life or entertainment.

At that time, he could never have imagined that years later, he would have such a fate after giving up his struggles and returning to his hometown to settle for the status quo.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to slack off, he browsed the chat history in the group.

"If the initial protection time is insufficient, I can change the online time to make up for it."

If there is no urgent need for collective action on that day, this plan is feasible.

It's fine as long as the two sides have half of their game time overlap; adjustments can be made later if it involves World Championship training or advancing important storylines.

Speaking of which...

The World Championship is just over a month away, but as of now, the venue and rules of the competition have not been announced.

Are they really that good at keeping information under wraps?

A sudden announcement, giving players a big surprise?

It was indeed a surprise, but it might differ slightly from what players imagined.

Chen Shaoyu was sweating in his candlelit office.

Just now, the lingering remains of the candle flame briefly ceased their activity.

The limbs and head that were floating in mid-air crashed to the ground with a thud, like building blocks that had been knocked over.

The flickering candlelight illuminated his head, which froze, and his empty eyes met his gaze.

Chen Shaoyu nearly suffered cardiac and pulmonary arrest.

After spending a lot of time together, the threshold for separation increases, and it becomes commonplace for people to split up and act separately.

The problem is that you stop exercising!

The power of the candlelight weakened rapidly, and for a moment, there was almost no trace of her existence.

The lifelike doll's body exuded a palpable sense of deathly stillness.

The World Championship is likely to be canceled before it even begins, and even the current location of Zhu Huo has become a critical issue.

If there's any good news, it's that after nearly half an hour of downtime, "Candlelight" completed its self-check and repaired itself, and the game progress was not affected.

"Now that the candle is back, I need to take a few days off to rest."

Chen Shaoyu sighed wearily.

Jiang Heyi was also panting heavily, exhausted.

"You're doing another set before you've even reached your limit?"

The hot breath from the French fries made Jiang Heyi's already drowsy head even more confused.

So close, too close.

French Fries' flushed face, red from vigorous exercise, was right in front of him. Her long, slender eyelashes trembled, their slight upward curls like claws, each tremor tickling Jiang Heyi's heart.

It's slightly itchy.

At such close range, body temperature can be easily sensed.

Jiang Heyi looked away to avoid her heart racing even faster because of her lover who was so close to her.

Sweat dripped slowly down his shoulders and neck. His slightly protruding collarbones, like a continuous mountain range, blocked the abundant moisture, and the crystal-clear sweat flowed down his collarbones.

The rise and fall of her chest with each breath increased the speed of the flow, and that glistening drop, under Jiang Heyi's gaze, flowed straight down into the majestic ravine.

All he does is talk about prison guards all day long. He has no idea what true beauty is that can burn away one's reason!

Jiang Heyi still had a bit of energy left, so she decided to practice another set with French fries, not wanting to let her teachings go to waste.

But the sweat, the path it followed, altered his breathing rhythm.

Rapid breathing made my body tense, and a feeling of weakness instantly spread throughout my body.

Seeing Jiang Heyi's dejected look, French Fries pursed his lips and pretended to complain, "Slacking off?"

I'm innocent...

Perhaps due to lack of oxygen, Jiang Heyi blurted out.

"Your collarbone...is beautiful."

"..."

"..."

The saying "no moves are the best moves" and "the greatest truths are the simplest" probably refers to this.

No fancy techniques are needed; simple praise can also ignite intelligence.

With just six simple words, even Fries' evenly steady breathing became disordered. She swallowed hard, stared blankly at Jiang Heyi for a moment, and then slowly lowered her head.

Realizing she couldn't see clearly, she reached up and touched her sweaty collarbone; the more she touched it, the redder her skin became…

"Just the collarbone?"

After that, the fries were ready to go to warm temperature on their own.

Why would someone say something without thinking?

Both of them felt a bit feverish at that moment.

A breeze swept across the balcony, bringing a refreshing coolness that gently caressed their cheeks.

It seems to be mocking and envying the naivety and ambiguity that permeate this place.

Oh dear, this is my confession! It's my fault. I failed to slack off. I promise to update tomorrow!

Chapter 273 Yes, this is exactly what I want!

Living together brought about many changes in their lives.

Potatoes began to appear frequently on Jiang Heyi's menu.

This is a favorite ingredient for French fries, and it's usually seen on the table two or three times a week.

He once asked curiously why he liked eating potatoes so much.

French Fries blinked and pondered for a long time.

My love for potatoes seems to be innate; perhaps from the moment I first tasted them, the flavor and texture were imprinted in my mind.

The fries even joked that it's like liking someone.

At first sight, during the first conversation, and the first time we spent together, we were gradually drawn in, tried things out step by step, and finally found it hard to let go.

When Ke Xia said those words, Jiang Heyi always felt that Ke Xia was like a substitute, teaching her how to strike back hard against her.

Are they really just talking about potatoes?

For the first few days after arriving, I washed my clothes separately.

Now, Fries, looking completely unconcerned, grabbed a change of clothes and stuffed them, along with Jiang Heyi's clothes, into the washing machine.

Apart from underwear, everything else was quickly absorbed into the washing machine by the bubbles from the detergent.

The refrigerator for French fries was stocked with a large amount of sugar-free drinks.

Open the refrigerator, find an ice-cold drink, and gulp it down.

Even as the weather gradually turned colder, she remained the same.

With Jiang Heyi's arrival, tea leaves began to appear in the house.

Jiang Heyi didn't know much about tea. Compared to people like Yuan Huanye who could talk about tea eloquently, he only had one standard for judging whether tea was good or bad.

It has a sweet aftertaste.

It seems that most young people's standards for tea are similar to mine?

French fries are a typical omnivore; they have no particular dietary restrictions when it comes to food or drink.

The only reason she doesn't drink tea is that if she wants to drink it after brewing it, she has to let it cool down, so she might as well just turn left and take out what she has in the refrigerator.

Even the disciplined French fries have a lazy side.

When Jiang Heyi soaked the fries for her and put them in the refrigerator to chill beforehand, she would mostly ignore the fries that were searching for her "prey" when she opened the refrigerator.

Whenever he poured the chilled tea into his own cup, the fries he caught sight of would invariably come over with their own cups, clink glasses, and silently express their request.

"Give me some, give me some."

Jiang Heyi didn't drink; she couldn't remember wanting to.

The inertia of their original life trajectories collided and collided, gradually merging together, and then continued to move forward.

It seemed to be the third or fourth day after they started living together that he was able to enter and leave the room.

French Fries' room was very tidy without much tidying or cleaning.

Perhaps because it was a rented room, the furnishings inside were unusually simple.

The most eye-catching items among the bedding are the game controllers and handheld consoles on the headboard—shouldn't they be considered bedding?

From that day on, the key on the door of the French fry shop was never taken away, nor was Jiang Heyi's.

At first, everyone got used to knocking on the door.

The three "dong dong dong" sounds are the drumbeats that indicate the gradual merging of the two people's territories.

As time went by... or rather, it seemed like only a day had passed?

With a carefree attitude, carrying a fruit platter and some snacks, he pushed open the door and entered, making "smacking" noises. He casually sat or lay on the bed behind Jiang Heyi, propping his chin up and starting to supervise the work.

The two of them have an unusually good ability to adapt to their environment.

Or perhaps they were naturally compatible, and the psychological preparation for suddenly having another person in the family and starting life together was completed almost overnight.

After taking a bite out of the cookie, Fries would ask Jiang Heyi if she wanted some.

One asked the question naturally, and the other reached out to take it naturally, before their minds could even process it, they popped the cookie into their mouths.

When asked if she wanted a fruit platter, Jiang Heyi, busy editing and typing, told her to eat the fries first.

"Here."

Insert a toothpick and shove it near your mouth.

Jiang Heyi, sometimes, is also like French fries; all she needs to do is move her mouth.

With someone feeding them, their hands are freed up, killing two birds with one stone.

It seemed to take only a day to adapt to this change.

Aside from exercising, after they started living together, Jiang Heyi learned that French Fries seemed to be writing some strange novel.

I have over 20 words in my drafts, but I haven't published them on any platform.

It was very mysterious. Jiang Heyi glanced at it unintentionally when she entered the room, but before she could see it clearly, she switched screens very quickly.

"Showing it to people you know is a bit..."