The supermarket handover went smoothly.
The carefree Aunt He praised the young man for being so punctual, then drove off in the black car.
Chen Feng changed into a red employee vest and stood behind the checkout counter again.
Because they worked alternating shifts, Aunt Zhang was on the late shift with him today.
As for Li Hongxia, under Chen Feng's surprised gaze, she put on a yellow delivery uniform, rode off on an e-bike with an insulated box, and hurried away wearing a helmet.
"What's Sister Xia doing...?" Chen Feng asked instinctively.
"Ah, she's delivering food."
Shaking her head, Aunt Zhang explained, "Hongxia's husband died of illness two years ago. Her daughter is still in her second year of high school and recently signed up for several extra classes."
"For her child, she's really been working herself to the bone."
Chen Feng understood from Aunt Zhang's sighing tone.
"By the way, Xiaofeng, which university did you attend back then?"
There were not many customers in the supermarket at the moment. Aunt Zhang was arranging goods on the shelves and happened to be in the mood to chat.
"South River Business College."
Chen Feng answered truthfully as he chatted and tidied up the checkout counter.
It was an ordinary undergraduate college that the original owner had barely managed to get into. Unfortunately, he had studied hotel management, which had later proved useless.
"Oh? That place?"
"My son teaches at South River University of Finance and Economics nearby. Looks like we're quite fated."
Aunt Zhang liked chatting with people, or at least that was what Chen Feng thought.
He nodded lightly and responded halfheartedly.
Time passed, and it gradually reached six in the evening.
Quite a few customers came in to buy things during that time, and his phone buzzed several times as well.
Only after getting through a small rush did he finally have a moment to unlock his phone and check the messages.
There were three in total.
Eternal Class 9—Class Monitor (Wang Hanwen): @Everyone, classmates, you should all have graduated by now, right? Want to get together sometime if you're free?
Chen Feng only glanced at the first message before muting the group chat.
It was the original owner's high school class group.
Perhaps he had once had friends he was close with, but after four years of university, he had lost contact with most of them.
Besides, he was not the original owner, so he naturally had no desire to interact with those people too much.
Red Country Communications: Your phone balance is insufficient to cover next month's charges. To avoid service suspension and outstanding fees, please recharge promptly.
Red Country Communications, which sent the second message, was one of Chi Kingdom's only two telecommunications companies.
Chen Feng gave it a glance and planned to top up fifty yuan later.
Chen Yun: Xiaofeng, the Martial Arts Hall's sanshou class should be ending soon. Do you still want to renew your classes?
If you do, I'll transfer you the money. Smile jpg.
The final message was from Chen Yun.
Chen Feng's gaze flickered slightly before he finally typed a reply on the nine-key keypad.
"No need."
He had a job now. If he really wanted to renew, he could pay for it himself.
Besides, if he could become a Core Disciple, the Martial Arts Hall's classes would be free.
Chen Yun: Okay.
By the way, I told my advisor about you today and asked him to help introduce you to a job. He said no problem.
Are you free this weekend? I think we should have a meal with him to thank him. What do you think?
As another message appeared, Chen Feng raised his eyebrows.
He had not expected Chen Yun to be so capable.
He had to admit, she truly treated the original owner very well. Chen Feng remembered that when he had first transmigrated here, Chen Yun had specifically taken several days off to come back and care for him because he had a fever, never leaving his side.
But...
He looked around the supermarket, then thought about how he still needed to keep up with his boxing practice.
Chen Feng considered it. At least for the short term, finding work was no longer so urgent.
As for the future, once his sanshou progress improved, he could take a combat ranking certification exam, apply to be a Martial Arts Hall coach, or compete in boxing matches.
Supporting himself would be more than easy.
Thinking that, he chose his words and sent a message. "I've already found a job, so there's no need to trouble Teacher Li anymore."
He remembered that Chen Yun's advisor was surnamed Li, a refined middle-aged man whom the original owner had met twice. He seemed like a decent person.
Beep beep!
His phone soon vibrated. Chen Yun was actually calling him.
After two seconds of silence, and seeing that there were not many customers at the moment, Chen Feng ultimately answered the call.
"Xiaofeng, when did you find a job? Can you tell me what kind of job it is?"
The voice from the receiver was gentle, exactly like the Chen Yun in his memories.
After thinking for a moment, Chen Feng did not hide anything and quickly explained how he had gotten his current cashier job.
He also deliberately mentioned that he had shown talent in boxing, had gained the coach's attention, and wanted to properly pursue this path in the future rather than distract himself with other jobs.
"Talent for boxing? I knew you could do it."
Without any suspicion or blame over why Chen Feng had not taken the initiative to tell her about the job, Chen Yun sounded not only delighted but also encouraging on the other end of the line.
"If you want to keep boxing, then train properly. Your sister supports you, but promise me you won't get hurt, okay?"
"Okay." Chen Feng nodded, holding the phone between his ear and shoulder as he casually scanned the code and took payment from a customer buying bottled water.
"Since that coach thinks so highly of you, you should thank him properly too."
"I'll transfer you another thousand yuan later. Buy him a gift, and keep the rest to get yourself more nutritious food."
Chen Yun spoke gently. For some reason, even though he had only transmigrated here and the soul in this body had long since changed,
Chen Feng still felt deeply warmed and close to her.
"No need to transfer it. I have a job now, so I have money for the time being."
"But what about Teacher Li? Won't he blame you?"
Chen Feng thought of Chen Yun's advisor.
After all, Chen Yun had asked him for help. He might have already started making arrangements.
Now that Chen Feng was refusing, he worried that if it was not handled well, it might create a rift between them and put Chen Yun in an awkward position.
"Don't worry, I'll handle it."
Chen Yun smiled gently, then told him a little more about what had been happening at school.
She was currently working with her advisor on research for a special metal project. If it succeeded, she would have a good chance of staying at the research institute in the future and might even receive better compensation.
Most of the time, she did the talking while Chen Feng merely listened quietly.
People came and went outside the supermarket. Beyond the glass windows, night was falling, and neon lights filled the streets.
Eventually, someone called out to Chen Yun, so she gave him a few more reminders before hanging up.
Buzz buzz!
Chen Yun has transferred you 1,000 yuan!
Chen Yun: Take it, okay? Remember to buy your coach a gift! Smile jpg.
"Honestly..."
Chen Feng smiled helplessly. He knew that if he did not accept it, she definitely would not let the matter go.
He silently accepted the transfer, put down his phone, looked at the traffic flowing through the street outside, and slowly let out a breath.
Having a family member like this... seemed pretty nice.
As the thought crossed his mind, Chen Feng smiled, only then realizing that he had already adapted to this world.
Tap tap!
Then footsteps sounded as more customers entered.
Chen Feng drew his thoughts back and looked along the flow.
Two men wearing baseball caps and masks entered. Despite the summer heat, they wore black jackets, their faces impossible to see clearly.
Their eyes met, and Chen Feng raised his eyebrows.
Because he could clearly sense a powerful surge of malice.
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