Chapter 3 Chapter 3 Following the signs on the ground, Wen...
Following the signposts on the ground, Wen Qian found the nearby grain and oil supermarket. She walked towards the young man standing in front of the grain and oil store with a cane with a clear goal.
"Hello, I'm here to help Boss Chen get the flour." Wen Qian patted the shoulder of the person in front of him.
Wen Qian was not worried at all that he might have found the wrong person. After all, the exclamation mark above the other person's head was so obvious, and he was also using a cane.
This is probably the injured helper that the noodle shop owner mentioned.
"Did Boss Chen ask you to come over?" the helper said happily. "That's really a big help. I was just having a headache about how to deliver the goods to Boss Chen."
"Wait a moment, I'll get you some flour."
Wen Qian was just about to ask him to show her the way and she could just go get it herself. After all, the other person was so seriously injured. What if the injury got worse while moving the flour?
Before she could finish her words, the "injured" young helper rushed into the warehouse with his crutches, picked up the bag of flour, swung it over his shoulder, and rushed back with a bang.
Wen Qian stared blankly at the scene of the man and the crutches merging into one in front of him, unable to speak for a long time.
...Brother, you have the ability, why are you still worried? The noodle shop is only dozens of meters away from you. Will it take you five minutes to get the flour over there?
Wen Qian thought he was here to help the disabled, but after taking the bag of flour, he deeply doubted who he was supposed to be helping.
The game replicated her body, and also replicated her physical fitness in high school.
How to describe it? She lived on her last breath throughout high school, and the only exercise she had was probably running at a fixed time every morning.
In this case, there is no need to elaborate on her physical fitness.
After taking two shaky steps with the flour in his hand, Wen Qian heard a clear system notification sound in his ears.
[Physical Strength—10]
Wen Qian silently looked at the less than one meter he had walked, and then looked at his remaining 70 points of physical strength.
She asked herself, is this task really necessary?
Taking a look at the property icon with a zero balance on the system panel, Wen Qian's gaze gradually became firm.
That’s right, it must be done!
"You haven't left yet, that's great!"
The helper, leaning on his cane, slammed down two more bags of flour, baring his teeth and saying happily, "I almost forgot. Boss Chen said last time that business has been good recently, so he asked me to send him some more flour."
Wen Qian's pupils dilated, and his hands trembled as he pointed at the flour bags. He said in a lost voice, "You asked me to carry three bags of flour over."
"How is that possible!"
Wen Qian breathed a sigh of relief, and then he heard the cheerful voice of the young man in front of him.
"There are six bags in total. Wait for me."
Wen Qian: “…”
She suddenly felt that there was nothing wrong with being poor, and she didn't necessarily have to get the mission reward.
The young man came back and placed six bags of flour neatly in front of Wen Qian.
"I'll leave this matter to you." The young man sighed with a sad face, "It's really troublesome to hurt your leg. Fortunately, you are here. Thank you very much!"
Wen Qian: ...Don’t thank me yet. I don’t see how the leg injury will affect you.
[Flour has been obtained, please find Brother Zhao to receive the prop - small trailer]
The newly appeared task prompt sounded like heavenly music in Wen Qian's ears, solving her urgent problem.
She looked up at the helper, who had already returned to the door of the grain and oil store, ignoring Wen Qian who was still there and the bag of flour in front of her.
He didn't seem to care why Wen Qian hadn't taken the flour away.
Wen Qian looked at the "Brother Zhao" logo above the other person's head and silently swallowed the words that were about to ask the other person if he knew Brother Zhao.
"Brother, can you give me a trailer?" Wen Qian asked loudly.
Brother Zhao, who was standing there waiting, seemed to have just remembered this matter and slapped his forehead fiercely: "How could I forget such an important thing!"
He asked Wen Qian to wait for him here for a while, and then he quickly pulled out a small blue trailer from the corner of the store.
With the help of the other party, Wen Qian piled the flour bags on the small trailer and hurriedly pulled the trailer to the noodle shop.
When I pushed open the door of the noodle shop, most of the background NPCs inside had left, leaving only one NPC wearing a black sweatshirt sitting in the corner.
Wen Qian couldn't help but look at him twice more. There was no mark on the other person's head, probably because she didn't know his identity yet.
Jiang Zhi felt Wen Qian's inquiring gaze, and his bony fingers couldn't help but tighten for a moment.
He raised his head displeasedly, his dark eyes fixed on her.
His original intention was just to warn this person not to stare at him like that anymore, but he didn't expect that when their eyes met, he would be met with a surprised look instead.
Wen Qian had some impression of this man. He was sitting here when she first came to the noodle shop, but there was still a lot of noodles in his bowl at that time.
Now that I'm back, the other person has almost finished his noodles.
These small details made Wen Qian sigh at the authenticity of the game world - it would be even better if the authenticity of NPCs like the noodle shop owner and the helper could be improved.
At least it shouldn't be like now. She has even brought back flour, but the noodle shop owner still pretends to be indifferent to it, as if he can ignore her as long as she doesn't go to him to hand in the task.
Wen Qian was lost in her own thoughts and didn't realize that her gaze was causing trouble to others until the person she had been staring at looked up at her.
The warning look not only failed to make Wen Qian look away, but instead aroused her new admiration.
What an excellent modeling!
Her black hair was slightly messy and draped over her forehead, her light-colored eyes were covered by her half-closed eyelids, and her brows were unconsciously wrinkled slightly because of the hot room temperature.
"Have you seen enough?" A slightly low and hoarse voice sounded, with a hint of subtle irritation.
"Not yet...eh?" Wen Qian subconsciously looked at the top of the other person's head.
There are no strange question marks or exclamation marks - is it possible that NPCs can communicate freely without issuing any tasks?
Jiang Zhi frowned slightly and met her gaze.
The girl in front of him was wearing a dark blue uniform, with her black hair hanging down on her shoulders. When she heard his not-so-kind words, her long and thick eyelashes trembled, and a hint of subtle surprise and confusion appeared on her face.
In early September, the weather, which had not yet cooled down, was so hot that it seemed to melt the asphalt road into a mousetrap, and the sunlight falling on the skin brought a layer of burning sensation like flames.
Jiang Zhi, who hadn't eaten lunch, squinted his eyes at the clear, cloudless sky and walked into a noodle shop that had probably just opened recently - and then met a somewhat strange girl in the noodle shop.
There were only two small, cream-yellow fans in the noodle shop, which were more decorative than practical. They turned around for a long time but could only bring up a not-so-cool breeze.
Feeling the sweat dripping from the corner of his forehead, Jiang Zhi retracted his gaze and paused slightly when reaching for the tissue box.
"There's no paper in there, use this." Wen Qian took a pack of brand new tissue paper from the table on the other side and pushed it in front of Jiang Zhi.
Then he looked up at his head with anticipation.
Jiang Zhi was stunned for a moment, then spoke awkwardly, "...Thank you."
He thought that after that sentence, the communication between them ended there.
Unexpectedly, she seemed to not care at all?
Feeling that her gaze had not yet left him, but had changed from looking at his face to looking at the top of his head, Jiang Zhi really couldn't figure out what she was trying to do.
"You--" Jiang Zhi pursed his lips and looked at the other person with cold eyes. Before he could finish his words, he saw the girl in front of him showing a slightly disappointed expression. He withdrew his gaze without any regret and walked towards the noodle shop owner dragging the small trailer.
"Boss, I brought you the flour!" Wen Qian greeted the boss.
She felt a little regretful in her heart. After the strange boy took the pack of paper, she thought it would trigger some new task.
She looked for a long time, but there was no movement.
She sighed in distress. As expected, although tasks were common, not everyone could trigger them.
The boss who had been ignoring her since she entered the door seemed to have just noticed that there was someone here and smiled warmly.
"Welcome!" His eyes fell on the blue cart behind Wen Qian and he walked over quickly. "You brought the flour. Thank you so much!"
The noodle shop owner moved the flour down swiftly, patted the cart in front of him, looked at Wen Qian, and waved his hand generously.
"To express my gratitude, I'll give you this cart!"
Wen Qian looked at the system's reward column. In addition to the previous rewards, there was an additional reward of a small cart.
She didn't find it strange. After all, the reward props in the game were always strange and bizarre. In a game she played before, the NPC gave her gifts such as a poop hat and a broken tire.
Compared to these, the stroller is very practical.
"Then I'll accept it!" Wen Qian was delighted to have a small cart without spending any money.
But to the other person present, the conversation between them seemed a little strange.
The thank you gift for helping someone is... a cart?
"Boss, I want a bowl of beef noodles. By the way, have you considered installing air conditioning in the store? It's too hot without air conditioning in this weather!" Wen Qian leaned over the counter, "Be careful that customers will run away from the heat."
Jiang Zhi pursed his lips into a line and glanced at the girl with her back to him.
Although he had just been exposed to the sun outside, Wen Qian did not show any signs of heat, as if the scorching sun that could cut people did not exist. His fair skin reminded people of ice and snow for no reason, but it melted in her eyes that were always filled with smiles.
"You want air conditioning?" The noodle shop owner laughed. "Then you need to work harder!"
Wen Qian:?
Why is she the one who needs to cheer up? Does this have anything to do with her?
[When the player reaches level 10, the second-level noodle shop will be unlocked]
Below the system prompt was a preview image of a second-level noodle shop. In addition to tables and chairs, the noodle shop, which had almost doubled in size, also had a drink window, air conditioning, television, and other items.
Wen Qian: It really is related to her...
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