Unstoppable Crushing: Starting from Adding Points in Dreams-Chapter 13 - Relatives, Malice

The handover at the supermarket went smoothly.

Aunt He, ever so graceful, complimented the young man for his punctuality, before driving off in her unlicensed taxi.

Chen Feng donned the red employee vest and took his place behind the cash register once again.

Because of the rotating shifts, it was Aunt Zhang who came to take over the evening shift with him.

As for Li Hongxia, she slipped into a yellow delivery person's attire right before Chen Feng's surprised eyes, mounted an electric bike equipped with an insulated box, and swiftly left wearing a helmet.

"What's up with Sister Xia..." Chen Feng asked subconsciously.

"She's off to deliver food."

Aunt Zhang shook her head while explaining, "Hongxia's husband died of illness two years ago, and her daughter is currently in her second year of high school, having just made up several subjects."

"She's really giving it her all for her child..."

Chen Feng sighed slightly, understanding the implications.

"By the way, Xiao Feng, which university did you attend?"

There weren't many customers in the supermarket at that moment, and Aunt Zhang happened to strike up a conversation while arranging the goods on the shelves.

"Nanjiang Business College."

Chen Feng replied honestly while chatting and tidying up the cash register.

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That was the average university the original body had barely managed to get into, a pity that the hotel management degree he studied later didn't come to use.

"Oh? It's that place."

"My son works as a teacher at nearby Nanjiang Finance University, it seems we are quite fated..."

Aunt Zhang liked to make small talk, at least that's what Chen Feng thought.

He nodded slightly, responding noncommittally.

Time passed, and by six in the evening,

Several customers had come to shop, and his phone buzzed several times with messages.

After a busy rush, he finally had a moment to unlock his phone to check the messages.

There were three messages in total.

[Forever Class 9—Class Leader (Wang Hanwen): @Everyone, fellow classmates, I imagine we've all graduated by now. Why don't we get together when we're free?]

After a glance at the first message, Chen Feng immediately blocked the group chat notifications.

It was the high school class group of the original body.

Perhaps there were friends he used to get along well with, but after four years of university, they had mostly lost contact.

Moreover, he was not the original person, naturally, he didn't want to have much to do with these people anymore.

[Chi Country Telecommunication: Your account balance is insufficient for the deduction of next month's bill. To avoid service suspension and debt, please recharge your account promptly...]

The second message was from one of the only two telecommunication companies in Chi Country.

Chen Feng glanced at the message, planning to recharge his phone with fifty yuan later.

[Chen Yun: Xiao Feng, the sandboxing class at the Martial Arts Hall should be ending soon, do you want to continue?]

[If you want to continue, I'll transfer the money to you, smile.jpg.]

The final message came from Chen Yun.

Chen Feng's gaze flickered, and he finally typed a reply using the numeric keypad.

"No need."

He had a job now. If he really wanted to continue, he could pay for it himself.

Moreover, if he could become a Core Student, the Martial Arts Hall classes would be free of charge.

[Chen Yun: Alright.]

[Also, I spoke to my mentor today and asked if he could introduce a job for you, he said it wouldn't be a problem.]

[Are you free this weekend? I think we should have a meal together to thank him, what do you think?]

The message appeared once again, and Chen Feng raised an eyebrow.

He hadn't expected Chen Yun to be so supportive.

He had to admit, she was really good to the original person; Chen Feng remembered that when he first arrived due to transmigration, due to a fever, Chen Yun had even taken several days off to come back and take care of him without leaving his side.

But...

He glanced at the supermarket, then thought about the need to balance his boxing practice.

Chen Feng thought it over, at least in the short term, he wasn't in such a hurry to find work anymore.

As for the future, once he made more progress in Sandboxing, he could go and take the combat level certification test, apply to be a coach at the Martial Arts Hall, or participate in boxing competitions.

Supporting himself would be more than sufficient.

Thinking this, he carefully crafted a message: "I've already found a job, no need to trouble Mr. Li any longer."

He remembered that Chen Yun's supervisor was a Mr. Li, a refined middle-aged man. The original owner of the body had met him twice, and he seemed to be quite decent.

Beep Beep!

Soon after, his phone vibrated; astonishingly, it was Chen Yun calling.

After two seconds of silence, and since there weren't many customers at the moment, Chen Feng ultimately decided to answer the call.

"Xiao Feng, when did you find a job? Can you tell me what it is?"

The voice coming from the earpiece was somewhat gentle, identical to the Chen Yun he remembered.

After pondering for a moment, Chen Feng didn't hide anything and quickly explained the origins of his current cashier job.

Additionally, he purposely mentioned that he had shown a talent in Practicing Boxing and caught the coach's attention, expressing his desire to give this path a serious try and not to be distracted by other jobs.

"Talent in Practicing Boxing, huh? I knew you could do it."

There was no doubt or blame from her for not having informed her about his job on his own initiative.

On the other end of the phone, not only did Chen Yun laugh heartily, but she also encouraged him:

"If you want to continue Practicing Boxing, then keep at it. I support you, but promise me you won't get hurt, okay?"

"Okay." Chen Feng nodded, pinning the phone between his ear and shoulder, meanwhile scanning a QR code for a customer buying a bottle of mineral water.

"That coach appreciates you so much, you should really thank him."

"In a moment, I'll transfer one thousand Yuan to you, buy him a gift with it, and keep the rest to buy some nutritional supplements for yourself."

Chen Yun spoke softly, and although only in this world after soul transmigration, Chen Feng still felt exceptionally warmed and close to her.

"No need to transfer, I'm working now and I have some money."

"But what about Mr. Li, won't he blame you?"

Chen Feng thought of Chen Yun's supervisor.

After all, it was Chen Yun who had asked for his help; maybe he had already started to make arrangements.

Now that he was refusing, if not handled well, he worried it could create a gap between them and make things difficult for Chen Yun.

"Don't worry, I'll handle it."

Chen Yun said gently with a smile, then went on to talk about her own matters at the school.

She was now working with her supervisor on a special metal project; if successful, she had a good chance of staying on at the research institute, maybe even with a better position and pay.

Most of the time she was the one talking, while Chen Feng just listened quietly.

At the entrance of the supermarket, people were coming and going; through the glass windows outside, dusk was turning to darkness, lit by neon.

Not until someone called out to Chen Yun on her end did she hastily give a few more instructions and hang up.

Buzz Buzz!

[Chen Yun has transferred one thousand Yuan to you!]

[Chen Yun: Take it, and remember to buy your coach a gift! Smiley jpg.]

"Really now."

Chen Feng smiled helplessly, knowing that if he didn't accept, she wouldn't let it be.

Silently accepting the transfer, he put away his phone, watched the bustling traffic on the street outside, and let out a slow breath.

Having such a relative... seemed pretty nice after all.

The thought passed through his mind, and Chen Feng wore a smile, realizing he had already grown accustomed to this world.

Tap Tap!

Immediately, footsteps sounded, and more customers entered.

Chen Feng collected his thoughts and looked over instinctively.

Two men wearing duckbill hats and masks, both clad in black coats despite the heat of summer, their faces obscured.

Their eyes met, and Chen Feng raised his eyebrows.

Because he had clearly perceived it—an intense malice.