T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

Jiang Heyi noticed that her double chin, which she used to have, was no longer very noticeable when she looked closely at the gathering today.

To put it bluntly, this guy is ruining his own potential. He has a very handsome and upright face, but he works day and night like a night owl, which is really exhausting his body.

Yuan Huanye showed great concern for the boundary between the real and the virtual, precisely because of the success of his reforms.

The seemingly hopeless salted fish actually ran up and performed CPR on himself—it's like something out of a sci-fi movie!

When everyone learned that the prison guard was going out on a blind date, they were all in an uproar.

"Wow, that's so sweet! I thought you were just joking at noon." Jiang Heyi was surprised.

"How could I possibly joke about something like this? It was introduced by my family. If I stood them up, they'd be relentlessly nagging me to death."

Zhong Zemo retorted, "Then why did you always stand us up when you teamed up for games?"

"Sigh, these are all mistakes I made when I was young. Don't even mention them. Now I'm stuck on the chariot between the virtual and real worlds. I'll have to run a guild for the rest of my life."

Although they often tease the prison guard, when it comes to important matters in life, everyone still enthusiastically offers him advice.

The jailer also found it amazing, and he didn't like listening to his relatives pointing fingers and giving orders.

But when these words came from the mouths of people on the boundary between reality and illusion, they instantly sounded pleasant.

I'm way past the age of being rebellious, so why is this happening?

The prison guard, who was originally quite easygoing in social situations, only had one suit in his wardrobe, which his family bought for him when he first started college.

Because his physique had long since changed, the prison guard only walked around in his clothes during the live stream, and Fries immediately asked about the brand of the suit.

"The buttons didn't even pop off, they've done their best and are so responsible," the blanket couldn't help but exclaim.

Jiang Heyi was surprised that the prison guard from when he first entered university could wear such thin clothes.

What changed the prison guard?

University?

Sigh, college students are such beasts!

"Stop messing around with that shabby suit. Wear something casual. With your grinning face, you look like a comedian in formal attire," Zhong Zemo gave important advice.

After changing into civilian clothes, the prison guard suddenly looked much better in front of the camera.

Some people are just like that; they look awkward in formal attire no matter how you look at them.

Some people gave instructions on what to wear, and others gave instructions on makeup.

The warmth of everyone's enthusiasm touched the prison guard's heart.

"Sigh, it's just a blind date, there's no need to make such a fuss."

"What if we hit it off?" Jiang Heyi said. "Fate is a strange thing. I even developed feelings for French Fries through voice chat."

"Wake up! You think you can have feelings for her in your French fry-and-water-ghost form? It's a miracle you two were brought together by the Stars of Proof." The jailer retorted, scoffing, "Is there no basic law about showing affection these days? You're always so blatantly rude!"

Orange Tea cheered her on: "It's okay, if your blind date is a good match, you can have a magical showdown!"

Orange Tea is keeping up with the times, spouting witty and trendy remarks one after another.

"Nice to meet you, would you like to bring me a souvenir?"

The woman in bed wondered, "Why send a message?"

Siyuanti laughed and said, "There are also cultural differences here, which makes Nongya very pleased."

So, are you bringing a gift or not?

The Primal Tetra suggested, "You can bring it. I have two boxes of milk here, do you want some...?"

"Get out!"

New year, new look! Getting ready for the holiday, the seal's cat has arrived home, everything is going smoothly, extra chapter coming soon~~~

Chapter 325 Cheating

The water monster jailer hadn't spoken in the group chat for several hours straight.

When it started bubbling again, it was already 8 p.m.

After eating and drinking his fill, Jiang Heyi, who was lying on the sofa with fries and playing video games, immediately perked up.

Like a guy from school days who would run to the next class to confess his feelings to someone. Whether he succeeded or not, there would always be a chorus of cheers from the class when he left and returned.

Everyone's reactions were exactly the same, while the jailer, amidst the endless question marks from the crowd waiting for a response, sent out a leopard-shaped emoji.

"Stop just sending emojis and saying something! Give me your lines!" Zhong Zemo urged.

"I really don't know what to say."

"You didn't get along well?"

"Can't talk about it."

"I didn't find anyone I liked."

"I wouldn't say."

While everyone was getting impatient, the jailer described some details of the blind date.

The other person was a girl the same age as her, who had just entered the workforce not long ago.

He is indeed good-looking. His relatives did not exaggerate in their descriptions; they genuinely considered his needs carefully, and we appreciate that.

The two had a fairly lavish meal at the restaurant where they met. The prison guard was a little nervous before setting off because of the "blind date" theme, but once in reality, he was still the social terrorist he always was, and the conversation never faltered.

During the meal, the prison guard confirmed that the other person did indeed share the same hobby as him, usually enjoying playing games to pass the time, and they could find several common topics to talk about.

Orange Tea asked in bewilderment, "Isn't everything fine?"

"Maybe our brainwaves don't match. We can have a casual chat, but I feel that if we try to have a deeper conversation, I'll be disappointed. It's just a gut feeling."

The Primordial One wondered: "Maybe putting on a nun's habit will change your mind?"

Zhong Zemo sighed, "That's it. The jailer is destined to be alone. There's no way a girl in a nun's habit will come and love him, or let him love her. He's just dreaming."

Jiang Heyi complained: "I don't think the prison guard is so confused about reality and virtuality. I now suspect that the other party's leg shape is not good, which makes him use these excuses to fool everyone."

The jailer was also frustrated, regretting that he hadn't read more books, that his rhetoric was poor and he couldn't express his feelings, and that he couldn't even refute his friends.

In short, the blind date went smoothly, but ended in failure.

"Never mind that, let's talk about what we'll be doing online tonight."

Jiang Heyi said, "Rest and relax."

Since the game launched, the boundary between reality and virtuality has been rapidly advancing through dungeons and storylines, leaving no time to experience other gameplay features.

Now that there's a lull in the season, it's time to slow down and prepare for the upcoming World Championship.

For several days, both inside and outside the game, things were calm.

The boundary between reality and illusion has long since fallen silent.

Players who are used to being bombarded with major news about the boundary between reality and virtuality every few days are suddenly finding it a bit strange.

With the gossip creators ceasing their activity, players are left with nothing to eat but the incredible players within the game, making for an unbalanced experience.

Fortunately, the official account of the virtual-real boundary has maintained a consistent update frequency.

Since the server opened, various dungeon strategy guides and optimized images and videos have been released one after another, and the romance VOLG is also updated every two days in a 1-2 minute format, which is very regular.

In their spare time, everyone gradually finalized the details of the account's first commercial order.

A while ago, Jiang Heyi suggested that after receiving their dividends, they should each visit the welfare homes and nursing homes in their respective areas.

Orange Tea has a high level of execution; it was implemented in just two days.

When everyone learned that she had brought 50 kilograms of fruit and agricultural products to the event, they were speechless.

All sorts of agricultural products were grown in the hometown of Ju Zicha. Because they couldn't be sold at a good price, her family gave her a lot of them.

While the conversation was taking place, the Tea Master was already packing and shipping orders for everyone in the guild.

A huge package full of packages really made everyone at the boundary between the virtual and real worlds have a hard time carrying it.

Upon opening the package, the three giants of the Rutaceae family—tangerine, orange, and grapefruit—immediately capture everyone's attention.

Next up was the monk fruit, which was rather inconspicuous in the corner and had been squeezed and had its shell slightly broken by the Rutaceae family.

The orange tea shop also thoughtfully provided a lot of dried tangerine peel for use.

Even now, the aroma of fruit still lingers in everyone's homes.

Since there were only a few months left until the end of the year, she made a special trip home to ask her family to reserve some fruit for everyone during the New Year, which prompted her to repeatedly say, "That's enough, that's enough."

The fruit that belonged to the prison guard was delivered to their home, and the family enjoyed it immensely, praising it highly.

This puzzled the jailer: "How come such a good product can't be sold?"

Jiang Heyi helped explain: "The biggest cost of fruit is transportation and storage. The price offered by people who go to the countryside to buy fruit is often very low, so we often see fruit farmers selling fruit from small tricycles on the streets here."

This year, the lowest purchase price my family heard of for pomelos was 9 cents, and the highest was no more than 1.5 cents.

Oranges range from a minimum of 6 mao to a maximum of 1.1.

This purchase price has led many people to prefer holding onto their shares and waiting to see how the market changes, rather than selling them easily.

The jailer naturally offered his advice.

"Then we'll help them sell it. Players often say that everything can be sold after a single rebirth. They've been waiting for this day since the server opened, so let's fulfill their wishes."

The Stars of Proof player community has a competitive spirit, with well-known guilds in the Chinese server and recognized as T0 in the world server.

Whether they gain fame through personal influence or by operating guild accounts, they inevitably step into the world of live-streaming e-commerce.

People are betting that the boundary between the real and the virtual will also emerge, it's just a matter of time.

The initial betting thread received tens of thousands of comments, with most people guessing they couldn't stand it for more than three months.

As a result, the boundary between the virtual and the real remained unmoved for almost four months, with no movement even as the year-end approached, leading many to exclaim that it was inhuman.

The idea is there, but when it comes to execution, we're not clueless, so we should consult experienced people.

Both the elders in the quilt and the prison guard's family suggested finding someone to oversee quality control.

The idea of ​​helping farmers is good, but we must not let it become a double-edged sword in the process of implementation, harming both the fruit farmers and the reputation of the "virtual and real boundaries".

Ultimately, it was Yuan Huanye who made the decision.

"You two brothers should make the trip yourself."

This was the time he spoke in a way that was most considerate of the prison guard's pride. It was clearly a way of letting the older brother, Yuan Yuwen, who had been trained early, show his younger brother the ropes and give him a live demonstration.

The family also arranged for two people to accompany them through their connections.

The jailer had said those things to his superiors that day, so he couldn't find a reason to stay at home.

“A man should be responsible for his words. You said you would help, but when it comes to execution you only want others to do the work. There’s no such thing as a free lunch.”

"Even the best ideas are just empty talk if they are not put into practice."

"If I had been as slow and indecisive as you back then, would you have been lying in the house playing games day and night and just wasting your time?"

"Everything you eat, wear, and live in—was earned by your father. If you have an idea, you should act on it. If you don't, you'll only regret it when you're old, muttering, 'Ah, if only I had done that back then.'"

These words left the jailer speechless. Although he had made money and gained fame, in terms of life experience and insights, a hundred of them combined couldn't compare to his father.

So the jailer ran all the way to Orange Tea's hometown and wandered all over the mountains with a group of people.

When I log on at night, I complain to everyone that my sleep quality is getting better and better.

Orange Tea laughed so hard she almost fell over.

Could it be bad?

An orchard often means a hilltop. Don't be fooled by the heavy carrying poles the farmers carry; they are full of fruit, and they can walk down the mountain quickly and easily by manpower.

But those are experienced farmers who have practiced a lot. When they actually do it, one session is equivalent to a full cardio workout at the gym.

The family has already told Orange Tea that the prison guard brother, feeling that his training is showing initial results, insists on taking over an old farmer's carrying pole to practice.

His face was already flushed red after walking less than 1000 meters.

If it weren't for his older brother Yuan Yuwen being very considerate and saying, "Don't be so stubborn if you've hurt your back," allowing him to back down gracefully, he would have wanted to crawl into a hole.

"Working like crazy, I only earn 60 cents a pound of fruit." Stepping out of the warm house, the prison guard received a harsh lesson from reality.