Chapter 7

In the dormitory where Feng Jun lived, there were four beds, one of which was unoccupied, leaving only two roommates: Zhao Hongqi and Qin Tao.

These two were junior staff members of the club. Zhao Hongqi had a somewhat tense relationship with Feng Jun, while Qin Tao had a personality that could be described as "three sticks can't beat out a fart." Apart from working hours, he enjoyed spending his time in internet cafes playing games, embodying the characteristics of a shut-in.

However, although Qin Tao liked to spend time in internet cafes, he never stayed out all night, just returned very late.

He was a local from Zhengyang, and his relationship with Feng Jun was also rather average.

Feng Jun looked at the empty dormitory, then glanced at the two sleeping roommates, and pouted in frustration—these two were the main suspects, but... there were two of them, and it was hard to determine which one was more suspicious.

In short, being at the bottom was like this—various dirty thoughts, ugly faces, and despicable actions would be exposed without any pretense.

Harming others without benefiting oneself? This was far too common.

Feng Jun sighed silently. There was no way around it; who would have thought that not setting a password for his screensaver would lead to this?

But the next moment, his eyes lit up: since holding grass was tiring, removing the grass was also a good option.

For a moment, he forgot that he could use his right hand to collect the grass.

In any case, this incident did not greatly affect his mood. After leaving the dormitory, he deliberately went for a hearty breakfast, eating until the fried dough sticks were piled up in his throat before he put down his chopsticks and bowl, feeling satisfied.

If he wanted to explore the farm and figure out its patterns, it really was a physical task.

Ignoring the surprised look of the vendor, he bought another breakfast for Xiao Li and then strolled to the club.

He hadn't come over last night, and the area he was responsible for had been cleaned very thoroughly. Feng Jun wandered around, found that Xiao Li hadn't arrived yet, and then sauntered to the staff changing room.

Liu Shuming was already there. Seeing him come in, his face immediately turned dark. After a while, he asked with a black face, "Was it you who broke my charger?"

Feng Jun gave him a cold look, said nothing, and took out his phone, swiping it on his own.

Liu Shuming's face turned green with anger, but he didn't dare to ask again. He could only spit out a mouthful of saliva, "Pretty boy, do you really think you're a decent person?"

This comment hinted at the relationship between Feng Jun and Sister Hong, but he didn't name anyone, and Feng Jun's skin wasn't particularly fair, just not dark. Being called a "pretty boy" was probably related to his higher education.

Feng Jun didn't care about the insinuation. He placed his left hand on the table, tapping the surface unconsciously, then put his phone on the table and used his left hand to tap the blank area of the screen.

He knew his left hand couldn't tap on QQ Farm, or even other icons, but... tapping the blank area of the screen shouldn't cause any problems, right?

This behavior was a result of being bored, and as the old saying goes—trouble comes from idleness!

The next moment, Feng Jun was in for a tragedy. He was surprised to find himself in a strange space.

It was a wasteland, with nothing but gravel as far as the eye could see, like being in a desert.

He looked up and saw the sun, which was unusually large, more than twice the size of a normal sun. Looking further, he could see mountains and a hint of green.

But where he was, it was desolate, with no plants, no animals, not even insects, just endless gravel and a cold, fierce wind.

Feng Jun stood there, stunned, for a while before muttering, "Damn, I really... have a bad hand."

At this moment, if he wanted to leave, he could probably exit easily. However, since he was already here, he decided to walk around and see what was going on.

As for entering the phone in front of Liu Shuming, it didn't matter. It was too late to regret now, and anyway, time outside should have stopped once he entered.

He looked around and noticed that in the direction that seemed to be east, there were distant mountains and a hint of green. Looking closely, there seemed to be some relatively neat buildings.

He decided to go and check them out. Feng Jun had eaten a full breakfast, so he didn't have to worry about his energy for the time being.

However, the saying "seeing the mountain but dying on the way" was not just a saying. He walked for about three hours before he slightly closed the distance. At this point, he could vaguely see that the rows of buildings were houses.

Would there be anyone in these houses? Feng Jun frowned. According to the writing style of web novels, he should hide his presence and be wary of various villains around the houses.

He looked up at the sun, which was already tilting westward, with the light and heat decreasing. The desert was getting cold, and the wind was getting stronger. As soon as he stopped, he felt a chill.

So he stood up his collar to resist the cold wind.

But the next moment, he jumped up in surprise, "Damn... I brought my clothes in?"

This discovery was too exciting. It was early autumn in Zhengyang, and Feng Jun was wearing a long-sleeved shirt and long pants, the summer uniform of Hongjie Club.

He reached into his pants pocket and, sure enough, found cigarettes and a lighter.

The lighter wasn't windproof, and Feng Jun had to work hard to light a cigarette. He took a deep, satisfying puff and couldn't help but grin, "I'm rich, I'm rich. This ability to materialize things... is really powerful."

With such a storage space, he was already satisfied with his unexpected good fortune.

After some thought, he decided to quietly approach the rows of houses. Not for any other reason, but because entering the phone space once required a lot of power, and before he could earn money, he needed to save his limited resources.

Two hours later, he finally sneaked to about a mile from the houses.

The sun was even further west, and the wind was even more fierce.

Feng Jun stared at the houses in shock, "It's... a ruin?"

This was clearly some kind of village, with not many houses, about seventy or eighty. The roofs were all destroyed, and the walls were mostly damaged, leaving only ruins.

However, the houses were arranged neatly, so from a distance, they looked like orderly buildings.

On the west side of the village, there was even a large threshing ground and a stone roller.

The wooden axle of the roller was still there, but the frame was missing, making the village look even more desolate and abandoned.

Feng Jun frowned, calculating: Is there anyone in this village...?

His intuition told him that no one had lived here for a long time, but... in the world, one must always be cautious of others who might kill to rob.

Oh, I mean, kill to rob of good fortune.

But if he left now, it would be a long time before he could accumulate enough energy to come back.

Feng Jun hesitated for a long time, then finally steeled himself. Well, if it comes to it, I'll just buy some electricity.

The key was... it was really, really, really cold here!

The next moment, he reappeared in the Hongjie Club staff changing room.

Shortly after, a loud bang came from nearby. Feng Jun turned his head and saw Liu Shuming slamming his locker shut.

It seems this guy didn't notice anything unusual about me! Feng Jun let out a sigh of relief, but then he raised his hand and slapped his thigh hard—Damn, I'm such a pig.

It was only now that he realized that since time outside stopped when he entered the phone, any abnormality in his body outside would only last for an instant, which could be ignored.

Even if his body had entered the phone, others might not have noticed... time had stopped at that moment.

If I had known this, what kind of bicycle... no, what kind of phone would I need?

He put away his phone, locked his clothes in the locker, and pushed open the door to the shower room—during this time, his body had secreted another layer of oil.

He turned the hot water to the maximum, feeling the scalding water hit his cold skin, and let out a long, contented sigh—It's so refreshing, I almost froze to death just now.

As he washed, he began to stare at the mark on his arm, wondering if, with the color so faded, he could only enter the space once more?

After leaving the shower room and changing clothes, he walked out of the changing room and found that Xiao Li had already arrived, finished his breakfast, and was standing at the front desk, enthusiastically explaining something to two young people.

Feng Jun thought for a moment and felt there was no need to borrow a phone—how could anyone notice his condition in that split second when time stopped?

What he needed to do was prepare properly and go back to that wasteland again, to confirm the storage ability of the space and, more importantly, to figure out what was going on in that wasteland.

Of course, he still needed to carefully plan the details to avoid wasting energy.

The rest of the morning passed without incident. At noon, he didn't go to the cafeteria for lunch but went to the fly restaurant for the third time in three days.

This time he didn't eat as much as before, but the owner didn't mind. When it came to the bill, he suddenly said, "Have you been growing taller recently?"

"Growing taller?" Feng Jun turned to look at him and smiled, nodding, "At twenty-three, a growth spurt... who knows."

In fact, he also had a similar feeling, thinking he might have grown a bit taller.

"Definitely growing taller," the owner nodded, very certain, "You used to be the same height as me, but now... you're a bit taller than me."

People of similar height can most directly feel changes in height.

"Really?" Feng Jun was also very excited. At 1.73 meters, he wasn't short among Chinese people.

However, nowadays, everyone preferred to be tall. Even a few days ago, Wang Haifeng had said that 1.75 meters was just a third-class disability.

That guy was 1.81 meters tall, so saying such things was no problem for him.

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