Chapter 2

Feng Jun's mobile phone was indeed a freebie from a phone top-up. Not only did it have an incredibly low configuration and run slowly, but it also took a very long time to charge.

Due to the lack of fast-charging technology, the phone needed four hours to barely get a full charge, which would then last for a day and a half to two days.

If he kept using the phone non-stop, it wouldn't even last a day.

What puzzled Feng Jun was how the phone managed to fully charge in about two hours.

He was so curious that he even forgot about the troubles of his impending resignation.

Feng Jun was a guy who liked to read web novels. This choice was somewhat out of necessity; he enjoyed activities like hanging out in bars, but those hobbies were too expensive. Reading books was cheaper, and even if he read the official versions, it wouldn't cost him as much as a pack of cigarettes a day.

— Could it be that I've encountered a legendary opportunity?

Feng Jun really couldn't help but think this way, after all, he seemed to have been struck by lightning and survived unscathed.

He tried calling his colleague Wang Haifeng. The call quality was good, and he could even tell that the other party's mood wasn't great.

Wang Haifeng was someone he was relatively close to at Hongjie Club. Although he was also in his twenties, he had a coaching qualification and was very professional in fitness. Despite the significant difference in their positions, they had a good personal relationship.

Feng Jun complained about the day's events and expressed that he didn't want to work there anymore.

Wang Coach responded absentmindedly, "Oh, Liu Shuming bullied you? I'll deal with him later."

Liu Shuming was just an ordinary body shaping coach and was already in his thirties. Although his muscles were impressive, he was no match for Wang Haifeng if it came to a fight.

Feng Jun put down the phone and muttered, "This guy has something on his mind."

Well, other people's affairs had little to do with him. What he needed to consider now was whether he should go to work tomorrow.

Although Hongjie Club was in the service industry, it was still quite formal. For the highly mobile service staff, the company had a daily wage system. If Feng Jun resigned tomorrow, he would still get paid for the twenty-odd days he had worked.

However, the finance manager was a bit of a pain, and he would inevitably be lectured for a long time.

More importantly, if he resigned, he would have to find a place to stay by himself that night, which would cost money.

"Ah, there are hardly any good people at Hongjie," Feng Jun muttered as he scanned his phone—hoping the battery wouldn't drain as quickly as it charged.

As he looked, he saw his QQ, and suddenly remembered: the vegetables in QQ Farm hadn't been harvested yet.

QQ Farm wasn't something Feng Jun had installed for himself. He had installed it to curry favor with his boss, specifically the CEO of Hongjie Company—Ms. Hong, who liked to steal vegetables.

In the workplace, one didn't need to be as cautious as in the government, but if the boss had a hobby, it was best for the subordinates to cooperate. This was what Wang Haifeng had reminded him.

Sure enough, two days after he installed QQ Farm, Ms. Hong came for an inspection and noticed the farm interface he had "accidentally" exposed. She then asked for his QQ number, which gave him a direct line to the top.

However, being close to the boss wasn't entirely a good thing. About a month after she added him, she casually mentioned, "Your level has gone up, so you can't just grow grass anymore."

Feng Jun suddenly realized: the boss had a ranch too!

Feng Jun actually had a ranch as well, but the grass he grew was usually enough for his own use. He would only think about planting more when he was running low. He never thought that the boss's ranch also needed grass.

Ms. Hong never grew grass. Her high level allowed her to grow high-value crops.

What to do without growing grass? Only steal, of course. With so many employees at Hongjie Club, she had plenty of targets.

Feng Jun, who was somewhat favored by the boss, started growing grass regularly after her hint. He also reminded himself not to harvest immediately but to wait for the boss to steal first, even though he didn't like being stolen from.

However, the boss didn't always time her harvests. As the CEO of Hongjie, she had many things to deal with. The farm owner often waited for a long time without seeing a thief, and eventually, he could only harvest when the grass couldn't be stolen anymore.

Wasn't this enough to show respect to the boss?

Now, Feng Jun planned to betray the boss, "I'm resigning anyway, and I remember this time I planted all grass..."

He then opened QQ Farm, looked at the mature grass in the field, and tapped the screen with the big hand.

Hold grass... he really did hold grass!

The next moment, his vision went dark, and he found himself in a strange space that looked like QQ Farm. In front of him were ten plots of land, all planted with grass, and some plots were left fallow.

Not far away, there was a doghouse with an empty bowl in front of it—dog food had to be bought.

Besides, if he bought dog food, could the boss still happily steal vegetables?

Feng Jun was stunned for ten minutes, slapped himself hard, and felt the pain before jumping up, "Hold grass... this, this, this..."

He was so excited that he couldn't speak coherently. It was definitely a legendary opportunity.

It turned out to be a real opportunity. He was actually able to harvest the grass himself, without needing a scythe. He just stretched out his hand and pulled a handful, truly "holding grass."

But... holding grass was tiring. To be precise, manually harvesting grass from the fields was very hard work.

Feng Jun took about half an hour to pull the grass from one plot, which was about half a mu in size—why did he make the plot so big? Was he full and bored?

Then, he stood up, "How do I get out of here? System, are you there?"

He hoped the system would appear as a fairy in a white dress. If not, a robot would do, but not a lolita. He hated lolitas and didn't know who to act cute with.

Unfortunately, there was nothing, not even the most hated lolita or a system prompt.

Feng Jun looked at the remaining nine plots of mature grass and muttered, "Maybe... I have to harvest everything to get out?"

Six hours later, Feng Jun sat on the field ridge, panting heavily, looking at the ten empty plots, wishing he could lie down and have a good sleep, "This is not a job for a human, system... system, are you there?"

There was still no response.

"Okay, a lolita will do," Feng Jun decided to give up, "Lolita... lolita, are you there?"

Still no response.

Feng Jun started to panic. Was he trapped here? His life, though a bit unsatisfactory, wasn't bad... he wasn't ready to be a farmer, let alone a farmer in a game.

Thinking of the worst, he couldn't help but feel uneasy: wouldn't he be trapped and turn into a stream of data made of "0" and "1"?

After multiple attempts, Feng Jun finally returned to reality half an hour later.

He first looked around and then pinched his thigh—after all, the slap was too hard, and he was still a bit dizzy. He felt it was better to pinch himself.

The pain from his thigh told him: yes, he was back in reality.

He then let out a long sigh of relief, "Damn, I thought I had to go outside the farm to explore."

It turned out that there was no supernatural system in the strange space of the farm. The reason he couldn't leave was that there was a small piece of grass left in one plot.

Just because he didn't harvest the grass cleanly, he almost starved to death in the game. What a painful realization.

"It seems this farm strictly follows the program settings," Feng Jun said to himself, with a look of helplessness.

Next, as the beneficiary of this opportunity, he naturally had to analyze where it came from.

However, the next moment, his stomach growled—he hadn't eaten for seven or eight hours, and he had been doing physical labor during that time.

When he looked at the time in the upper right corner of his phone, he was stunned again, "Damn, it's still 8 PM?"

Checking the date, Feng Jun confirmed that he was still alive on the same day, the day he drank a lot and was struck by lightning.

In other words, after entering the farm, although he stayed there for seven hours, the time outside was actually frozen!

"What an amazing thing," he couldn't help but exclaim, and then he couldn't stop imagining. With such a supernatural treasure or opportunity, what kind of stylish steps should he take when he reached the peak of life?

What kind of posture should he use when hugging a rich and beautiful woman?

Or, if one rich and beautiful woman wasn't enough, he could consider having a few more...

Well, these were just fleeting thoughts. The immediate priority was that he needed to go out and eat something.

When he stood up from the bed, he suddenly felt his legs go weak, and his vision went dark. If he hadn't grabbed the wall, he would have fallen to the ground.

Was he... too hungry? Feng Jun closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and slowly opened them, "No, I have to have a good meal today to reward myself."

As he walked to the door, a chubby guy rushed in and was stunned by his exhausted appearance, "Hold grass, what have you been doing?"

This was Feng Jun's roommate, Zhao Hongqi, also a member of Hongjie, who mainly handled valet parking and often received tips, earning a bit more than Feng Jun and spending more freely.

Feng Jun didn't like this guy, not because he was jealous of his higher income, but because he had been robbed twice, and Zhao Hongqi was a suspect both times.

So, in response to the question, he answered weakly, "I've been farming all day."

"Hold grass," Zhao Hongqi was dissatisfied. Zhengyang, the provincial capital and a quasi-sub-provincial city, didn't have any land for him to farm. "I was just concerned about you, do you have to be so sarcastic?"

Feng Jun looked at him for a while, then nodded slightly and spoke sincerely, "I'm not lying, I really went to hold grass..."

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