It was already five o'clock in the afternoon when the two got up from their dreams.

Like dreaming, Chu Huaifeng and Jiang Meng exercised vigorously for so long. When they woke up, they were sweating a lot. Chu Huaifeng was covered in sweat and Jiang Meng was wet.

"abnormal!"

Jiang Meng glared at Chu Huaifeng, then entered the bathroom, and then Chu Huaifeng heard two sounds of water respectively.

Jiang Meng came out after the sound of water pumping on the toilet. She had water droplets on her face. Obviously, she didn't use a towel to wipe her face after washing her face.

“Don’t there be dry towels?”

Chu Huaifeng was very grateful to Jiang Meng in his heart. She practiced throughout the day and worked very hard.

"I don't need a perverted towel. Who knows what is covered with it?"

Jiang Meng walked to the bed and picked up her bag, took out a dry tissue from it to wipe her face.

Chu Huaifeng smiled bitterly: "Who made your dream set so real? Just now, it was just a normal reaction from a man."

"You still said?"

Jiang Meng stared at Chu Huaifeng, then she touched her stomach and said, "Forget it, I've been practicing all day long, your physical skills should have basically taken shape. I'll set it up for you in the system, you can give me a name first."

"Name?"

"Yes, your own physical skills, you name it yourself."

Chu Huaifeng thought for a while and said, "What's your physical skills? I'll refer to it."

Jiang Mengnu said: "Please take it anyway, it's just a code name. Well..."

She hesitated for a while and did not tell Chu Huaifeng what her physical technique was called.

Chu Huaifeng didn't ask, and said, "Just call it Mizong Fist."

Chu Huaifeng's physical skills combine three boxing techniques with his own insights, which can make the enemy dazzling, so he borrowed this name, which was the code name he saw anyway.

“It’s appropriate.”

Jiang Meng also felt this during the training. She nodded, then took out the data cable to connect it with Chu Huaifeng's body system, and added a "physical technique" column to Chu Huaifeng's basic attributes.

Name: Link;

Age: 22;

Gender: Male;

Number: 012;

Comprehensive physical rating: f+;

Combat power: 500;

Skills: Brain ability (primary);

Physical skills: Mizhiquan (2 paragraphs);

After checking the system's own attributes, Chu Huaifeng asked Jiang Meng: "Why is the combat power still 500? Did you set the second section of Mizhiquan for me, or should the system automatically detect it?"

Jiang Meng said: "The system can detect your Mitsukoku level, but the chips in your brain are too behind, so I'm currently rating you, and your progress is very fast."

"As for combat power," Jiang Meng continued: "That is a comprehensive evaluation of your body. Your skills and physical skills can be added to it. Strictly speaking, your combat power has now exceeded 1,500, so you will calculate it yourself in the future."

"All right."

Chu Huaifeng nodded. The combat power of 1500 is far beyond that of most ordinary transformed people, and he has nothing to be dissatisfied with.

If you make money in the future, if you upgrade your chips and prosthetic bodies slightly, your combat power will naturally increase.

After losing doubts in his heart, a cold of hunger came out. Chu Huaifeng was about to invite Jiang Meng to have dinner together, of course, mainly to save money on the meal, but Jiang Meng stood up and stretched and said:

"I feel sweaty all over. I'm so uncomfortable. I'm going to go home and take a shower. Will I come tomorrow to wait for my news, bye!"

After saying that, he opened the door and left.

"Bye-Bye!"

Chu Huaifeng was sent to the door. He wanted to say thank you, but Jiang Meng seemed to be in a hurry to leave, so he swallowed it back.

After all, Jiang Meng trained herself only for her obligations. She was a well-known brand high-end product. She was now poor and she might not be able to look down on herself.

"come on!"

Chu Huaifeng stood up, went into the bathroom to take a shower, changed into clean clothes before leaving.

He planned to go to a small street restaurant for dinner first, and then go to the supermarket to buy a clean towel...

At the Shaxian snack bar near the apartment, Chu Huaifeng ordered steamed dumplings fried rice and a cup of wolfberry pork rib soup, and was consuming his head.

No matter when, the delicious and cheap Shaxian snacks were very popular among the people at the bottom. Chu Huaifeng is now very greedy for any food, so he naturally won’t be picky at all. He eats it with relish.

It was dinner time, and guests came in from time to time, and there were limited tables in the store, and there was a person sitting opposite Chu Huaifeng.

Chu Huaifeng was a little uncomfortable with someone sitting opposite him, but when he saw other tables, he felt relieved that the lives of the people at the bottom were not particular, he could only settle down.

Opposite was a man with a flat head and wearing a white shirt from an office worker. He glanced at Chu Huaifeng, then took out a cigarette box.

"Brother, don't you mind smoking?"

Chu Huaifeng shook his head, the other party smiled, and then handed Chu Huaifeng a cigarette.

"Thank you, I won't smoke."

Chu Huaifeng shook his head and refused, but he thought to himself that this person is really enthusiastic.

"A cigarette after a meal is better than a living god!"

The man smiled, lit a cigarette, then looked at the pork rib soup cup in front of Chu Huaifeng, and said, "The pork rib soup in Shaxian is the most nutritious and tastes good. I also like to drink it the most."

"really."

Chu Huaifeng responded casually. He thought this was what life in the city looked like. Everyone had no interest disputes, and they didn't care about the social distance that the elites paid attention to. They could talk to anyone.

"The key is also affordable. With the same materials and practices, big hotels can be sold for 100 yuan. We workers earn a little salary every month, but they can't afford it." The man showed a simple smile.

Chu Huaifeng looked at him and smiled: "Yes, it's difficult to support himself that little salary."

For some reason, he suddenly felt like he was having fun with the people in private, even though he was really poor now.

"Oh brother..."

When he said this, the waiter brought the meal that the man ordered. The man moved his body and Chu Huaifeng's eyes suddenly focused.

"What job do you do? I run takeaway."

The two had already talked for a few words, and Chu Huaifeng had a good impression of him. It was not unnatural that the other party asked about work, but Chu Huaifeng still said vaguely: "It's just a small company employee."

"That's good, better than me. What company are you in? Please come to me directly if you order takeout in the future."

The man seemed to be trying to win over business, but Chu Huaifeng had finished his meal. He took a tissue and wiped his mouth, and smiled and said, "It's very far away from this, it's very small."

After saying that, he got up and left directly.

After walking out of the restaurant, Chu Huaifeng showed a puzzled expression, but then shook his head and didn't think much about it.

Because, when the man moved his body just now, Chu Huaifeng saw the metal cable and golden cable of his arm hidden in his sleeve, which represents the prosthetic or implant of his arm. It is a C-level high-end product, and one piece is worth at least tens of thousands of yuan.

With this kind of prosthetic body, I don’t look like an ordinary worker.

Therefore, Chu Huaifeng became cautious and did not tell him about his company.

Of course, even if the other party did not make Chu Huaifeng suspicious, he would not easily disclose his personal information.

After leaving the restaurant, Chu Huaifeng thought that this person might have been developed and now he is down or has always been very rich, but he is just used to the life of a petty citizen.

In the restaurant.

After Chu Huaifeng left, the man's face turned gloomy and he then called a phone number.

"Brother Ma, I met that boy, but he was very cautious and did not disclose where he was to work."

"Hold!"

Ma Bo's voice rang out from the other end of the phone: "Forget it, I'll continue to check it myself. Is he in your sight?"

"No, I just left the restaurant."

"Take me your subordinates and beat him up! Warn him not tomatoes want to eat swan meat!"

"Beat in the street?" the man hesitated.

"Yes, beat it in the street! By market price!"

"good!"

The man spit out the ribs from his mouth and sneered and agreed.

Chu Huaifeng bought a thick and soft towel from a small supermarket on the roadside and whistled towards the apartment.

When he walked to a street light, he suddenly felt a chill behind him.

"drink!"

Turning around suddenly, Chu Huaifeng was surprised to find that three people were walking towards him with a gloomy face. Two of them were holding sacks and the other was holding a baseball bat. The man he met just now in Sha County.
To be continued...