Chapter 4

Feng Jun was startled by the loud noise and the sparks flying around, instinctively taking a few steps back. When he heard the shouting outside and saw that the charger had turned into a lump of charcoal, he turned around and walked away as if nothing had happened.

He didn't look at his phone until he reached the bathroom, where he found that the surface was undamaged, and even a half-centimeter of the charging cable, now charred black, was still hanging from the charging port.

His left hand, which had been holding the phone, was somewhat blackened by the electric arc, making it look quite unsightly.

After washing his hands carefully with soap twice to ensure there were no signs of abnormality, he clutched his phone and slowly walked toward the fitness hall.

The people in the hall had already gathered at the door to watch the commotion. The city's power grid transformer, located just outside the Hongjie Club, less than a hundred meters from the club's entrance, was now emitting black smoke.

"This is really bad luck," the receptionist Xiao Li said, sipping a bag of soy milk through a straw and pointing at the transformer. "A transformer was just struck by lightning yesterday and replaced in the middle of the night, and now it's broken again!"

"It's probably because the wiring wasn't done properly," the chubby Zhao Hongqi, pretending to be an expert, shook his head and analyzed, "Otherwise, it wouldn't have exploded this early in the morning, when it's not even peak electricity usage time."

Xiao Li shot him a couple of dirty looks and retorted, "Maybe it's a counterfeit product. What wouldn't those people from the power company do?"

"Damn, what are you two talking about?" a loud voice came from a distance, and then a man in a blue uniform walked over. The uniform was the standard attire for the power system, with two large red characters embroidered on the left chest—“Power Supply.”

The man, nicknamed Blue Sprite, was very upset by Xiao Li and Zhao Hongqi's baseless remarks. In his view, the transformer had been repaired overnight, which was already a lot of hard work, especially considering that the thunderstorm the previous day had damaged many power facilities.

He had been busy all this time and hadn't even had a chance to sleep. Now, hearing someone question their professionalism and casually label them with the "counterfeit" tag, he couldn't help but get angry. "Maybe it's because your club uses too much electricity."

Since Zhao Hongqi was pretending to be an expert, he naturally had something to say. He snorted disdainfully, "Our club has its own circuit breaker. If it was our problem, our breaker would have tripped first. Don't you even know that?"

Feng Jun stood nearby, listening to their bickering while checking his phone. It was then that he noticed the phone still had twelve bars of battery, neither more nor less.

I must have used a fake charger! He grumbled to himself. But the next moment, when his gaze fell on his wrist, he was stunned: the color of the stone ring mark, which had been faintly light green, had deepened.

Could it be that the transformer exploded because my body absorbed a huge amount of current?

It was just a guess, but it was clear that simply charging an old phone wouldn't cause such a serious consequence.

As for why the club's circuit breaker didn't trip, but the city's transformer exploded, Feng Jun couldn't come up with a reasonable explanation. After all, he was a humanities student and didn't know much about science and engineering.

Seeing the color of the stone ring mark deepen slightly, Feng Jun couldn't resist the urge to find a secluded place and try to enter the farm. This desire was really hard to resist.

However, he eventually managed to control himself. What helped him make the decision were the ten plots of mature pasture in the farm.

The last time he had experienced the "Damn" pain, it had left a deep impression on him. He thought it would be safer to conduct this test during his lunch break.

Finally, it was noon, and Feng Jun hid in the bathroom again, bringing up the farm interface. Just as he was about to click the big hand, he noticed a line of text floating on the screen: "Social Sister Hong stole fifteen plants of pasture."

Feng Jun was taken aback, shook his head with a bitter smile, and decisively clicked the big hand.

The next moment, the scene before his eyes changed, and he found himself back in the strange farm space.

"So, to enter this space, I need to charge myself first," Feng Jun finally realized.

Then, he reached into his pants pocket, wanting to check if the cigarettes and lighter he had put there had come with him.

After being in the "Damn" state for too long, one might feel tired, and at such times, sitting by the field and smoking a cigarette to relax would be a great comfort, even for a god.

The thought of smoking in QQ Farm gave him a great sense of achievement.

However, to his great disappointment, after searching his body for a long time, he couldn't find his pockets.

He looked down and found that he couldn't even see what color his clothes were, let alone the style.

He was sure he was wearing clothes, but he didn't know what kind. If it weren't for looking for cigarettes, he wouldn't have noticed the oddity of his clothes.

This feeling was very strange, but it also gave him a sense of "it should be this way."

Feng Jun sighed heavily, "It seems I really exist in the form of data."

However, since this was a strange encounter, he couldn't be too demanding. After all, who in the world could enter the internet in the form of data?

Looking around, he sighed again, "Damn... I have to 'Damn' again. That's a huge area. Next time, I'll only plant one plot."

In fact, entering QQ Farm in the form of data had been a heavy blow to him. Six hours later, when he appeared in the bathroom stall, he was still muttering, "Storage space... there's no storage space."

He had already thought about it: if this space could bring external objects in, wouldn't it be like a storage bag?

In the real world, if someone had a storage bag, their life would be much easier.

He had even calculated what kind of goods he should smuggle to maximize his benefits if the storage bag theory were true.

Drugs and weapons were out of the question, but buying generic "Gleevec" in India or luxury cosmetics in tax-free paradises and bringing them back through the storage bag could be quite profitable.

Unfortunately... this space couldn't bring external objects in!

Feng Jun sat on the toilet, feeling sorry for himself for a while, and then found a reason to make himself feel better: I still don't know enough about this strange encounter. There will definitely be greater surprises waiting for me in the future.

Just as he was about to open the door, someone started pounding on the thin door and shouting from outside, "Damn, if you don't come out soon, you'll poop your pants!"

Feng Jun stood up and opened the door, looking at Liu Shuming outside, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. "Are you hungry?"

Coach Liu was taken aback, then flew into a rage and reached out to grab him. "You're asking for it, kid!"

Feng Jun looked at him coldly, saying nothing. He was already very annoyed with this person, and if the other dared to make a move, he wouldn't mind showing him why the flowers were so red.

Everyone at Hongjie knew that Liu Shuming's fighting ability was not as good as Wang Haifeng's, but few knew that Wang Haifeng was not a match for Feng Jun.

Feng Jun was about 1.73 meters tall, not very tall, but he was very muscular, weighing about 150 pounds. Although he looked a bit chubby at first glance, he was quite strong and agile.

In fact, when he graduated from university two years ago, he weighed less than 120 pounds. During his college years, he was known for his love of exercise, excelling in long-distance running, swimming, and combat sports.

Unfortunately, after graduation, he had been busy with survival and making money for his marriage, working so hard every day that he had no time to exercise.

For someone used to intense exercise, stopping would naturally lead to a rapid increase in body fat.

However, he still had a solid foundation, and two years was not enough to completely destroy it.

Since joining Hongjie, although his position was not very prestigious, he had some free time to exercise, and with the equipment available, he was gradually regaining his former condition.

Liu Shuming grabbed his collar and tried to pull him, but when he found he couldn't move him, he raised his hand to punch him.

However, seeing the other's fearless look, he hesitated, then bared his teeth and said menacingly, "You dare to curse me? Even Wang Haifeng can't blame me for beating you!"

His words were harsh, but they couldn't hide his insecurity.

Feng Jun rolled his eyes and said coldly, "Let go!"

Liu Shuming subconsciously let go. He was the kind of person who bullied the weak and feared the strong, which was quite disgusting.

Seeing the other walk past him and head for the bathroom exit as if nothing had happened, Coach Liu couldn't help but spit. "Damn, you dare to curse me... Kid, we'll see about this!"

Feng Jun stopped and looked back, his face expressionless. "I said, I'm hungry... I'm going to eat."

After saying that, he didn't care about the other's reaction and walked out on his own.

Liu Shuming was taken aback, then coldly snorted and walked into the stall, slamming the toilet door. "Just a mouthy bastard!"

Feng Jun didn't expect to leave such an impression. In fact, after "Damning" the ten plots, he had fallen into an extremely hungry state again.

The Hongjie Club had a small canteen that served employee meals at noon, but after hesitating, Feng Jun still went to the fly-infested restaurant for an extra meal. He had a hunch that his appetite would still be large today.

Sure enough, he ate three large bowls of fried noodles, two plates of vegetables, and five chicken legs. As for the "Husband and Wife Lung Slices," he didn't order it again—this dish cost 35 yuan, which could buy four and a half chicken legs.

Although he had this strange encounter, he felt he shouldn't indulge himself until he found a way to monetize it.

So what if he drank a few more bowls of noodle soup to fill the gaps?

When he paid the bill, the restaurant owner still looked at him with a strange expression.

Feng Jun couldn't take it anymore. "Boss, you run a restaurant. Are you afraid of big eaters?"

The owner frowned, hesitated, and then decided to speak the truth. "Haven't you noticed that you have a strange smell?"

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