Drawing a Picture

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[Sanshou: Proficient (39%)]

An hour later.

The panel prompt surfaced, and Chen Feng, drenched in sweat, stopped his practice.

Sweat dripped along his face and jaw, his black short-sleeve shirt clinging stickily to his skin.

"Grains of sand build a tower; rivers converge into the sea."

He whispered to himself, his gaze brightening slightly.

Though his talent was lacking, as long as he put in some effort, he could still gain a little improvement bit by bit.

It looked like little, but accumulated day by day, it could save him some Limit Break points.

Seizing the chance to rest and catch his breath, he walked to the side, picked up a gray sports water bottle, and gulped down large mouthfuls of water.

Gulp! Gulp!

A refreshing sensation arose, as if all fatigue was being carried away one by one.

"Tsk tsk, done training?"

Lin Hao beside him had just finished a set of bodyweight exercises, gently setting down the twenty-kilogram Bell Jar in his hand.

"You didn't see the coach's look just now—like a glowing lightbulb."

"I'd bet my money, you're definitely on his radar now."

Lin Hao said a few sour words. Chen Feng paused, listening, and glanced at Coach Lu, who was correcting another student's movements.

He didn't argue; of course he knew Coach Lu valued him.

But—

"Not enough."

"Core Disciple—that's what I want."

The thought flashed by, and he quickly resumed his punching stance.

"Freak, don't you ever get tired?"

Lin Hao looked on with envy, unaware that Chen Feng's physique was no longer what it used to be.

Time passed like this, and after another half hour, the class ended.

Chen Feng went for a quick shower, changed clothes, and on a whim, made a trip to the Second Floor.

Bang!!

His fist shot out, a dull thud exploding.

The Punch Force Tester's screen displayed a startling number.

100kg!

The strength level of Amateur Fifth Rank.

"Just as I thought, my punch force is now a hundred kilograms."

Chen Feng nodded in satisfaction.

Perception Talent only let him roughly estimate his own strength, with a range interval—not precise enough.

So, he'd specifically come to test it.

Then, glancing at the sparse crowd of students around, he quickly turned and strode out of the Martial Arts Hall.

Faintly, he heard several exclamations ring out in succession.

"Ding-dong!"

"Welcome."

Stepping into the supermarket, Chen Feng heard a mechanical prompt.

A bit surprised, he saw Aunt He standing at the checkout counter, waiting for the shift change. She smiled and quickly explained, "This was just installed today."

"Xiao Liu says it's trendy now—other supermarkets all do it, so we have to follow suit."

Chen Feng nodded in understanding.

Soon enough, the shift handover was done, and Li Hongxia arrived right on time with her daughter again.

"Sister Zhang, sorry I'm late."

"Hey, there's still a minute to go—not late at all."

Amid the chatter, Chen Feng glanced at the two.

Li Hongxia was still in her yellow delivery uniform, sweat beading on her face, clearly having rushed over in a hurry.

Xu Yao stood quietly beside her, wearing a white short-sleeve shirt on top and a pair of jeans below.

The knees of the pants were washed somewhat white, and soon she took the initiative to call out a few people.

"Hey, Xiao Yao is really well-behaved."

Before leaving, Aunt He smiled and rubbed the child's head, while also stuffing a box of candy into her arms.

"Sister He, this—"

"Oh, I just think Xiao Yao is well-behaved, it's just a box of candy."

"Thank you, Sister He. Xiao Yao, quickly thank Auntie."

"Thank you, Aunt He."

"So well-behaved. I'll be off now, you all take your time."

Amid a round of laughter, Aunt He once again drove off in her black Flying Speed Brand car.

Chen Feng withdrew his gaze, sensing something.

He turned his head and happened to meet Xu Yao's eyes as she was looking at him.

In an instant, the latter's gaze darted away, and she shrank her head back.

Soon, she carried her backpack to the sofa area behind the shelves, lowering her head to do her homework.

"This little girl."

Somewhat puzzled, Chen Feng couldn't figure out if he looked like he was about to eat someone or not.

He got no answer, because he soon saw Liu Fang arriving.

Beside her was a middle-aged man with a potbelly, dressed in fine clothes, along with two tall, sturdy bodyguards in suits.

"Xiao Feng, come, let me introduce you."

"This is our supermarket's boss, President Zhang Guohui. He came specifically to see you."

After the explanation and introduction, seeing the gentle smile of the middle-aged man before him, Chen Feng understood the whole story.

The day he stopped the thugs from robbing the place had earned him the supermarket owner's great appreciation.

But since the boss wasn't in the city at the time, he had Liu Fang give Chen Feng material consolation and rewards first.

Now that he was back in town today, he happened to pass by and came to visit.

"Young man, very impressive. It looked like you have a righteous spirit."

"It's thanks to you that our company avoided losses."

The middle-aged man chuckled and offered a few words of encouragement, and Chen Feng mostly just nodded in response.

Then, the man noticed Li Hongxia and her daughter, so he went over and sat for a while, showing concern for the employees' lives.

"You've worked hard. I see all your contributions to Yong Le Fu. When I get back, I'll set up an internal fund to support employees' livelihoods."

"Is this your daughter? She's quite well-behaved."

"Oh? This little girl has real talent. The drawing is pretty good."

President Zhang suddenly remarked, and both Chen Feng and Li Hongxia were momentarily stunned.

Drawing?

They turned to look, and on the table in the middle of the sofa area, a homework notebook lay open.

The contents were visible—a black-and-white supermarket scene, where a strong young man was subduing two faceless thugs with one hand.

"This—"

Chen Feng looked at Xu Yao. She had her head down, her face flushed red, both hands twisting the hem of her clothes as she stood beside Li Hongxia, looking nervous and uneasy.

In an instant, Chen Feng understood.

No wonder she didn't dare look at him. So that was the reason.

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he didn't dwell on how she could have imagined that scene.

Aunt Zhang loved gossip and chatting, so she must have told them about that night in private.

"Hongxia, your little girl has real talent. You need to nurture her well."

"Who knows, maybe one day our Nanjiang City will produce a great painter."

Then, amid more cheerful teasing, Zhang Guohui sat for a while longer before leaving with his bodyguards.

Chen Feng glanced at his car—a long sedan with a Flying Eagle Emblem on the hood.

Lailaosi, a luxury car brand from the Platinum Federation.

"President Zhang has many businesses. Besides our Yong Le Fu supermarket chain, he also runs two food companies."

"His personal visit this time really adds some prestige to this location."

Liu Fang said with a smile on the side. Chen Feng and Li Hongxia didn't comment, simply nodding.

Then, the ordinary work continued. Liu Fang left, and the two of them returned to their posts.

Customers came and went. The sky darkened, and night fell like ink.

Chen Feng stood behind the checkout counter. Before long, he saw Xu Yao walking over with her head down, shoving a piece of paper into his hands.