Cheng Qingzhang still didn't pay the bills. He works part-time at a convenience store and charges 100 per night on a daily basis. He not only has to bear the rent, but also the living expenses of two people. Ren Lan's medical expenses are often beyond her means.

When he walked into the ward, Ren Lan asked him, "Are you asked to pay again?"

"Well, don't think too much, the money is enough."

This scene happened countless times, Ren Lan sighed, "You should pay more attention to rest."

That being said, Cheng Qingzhang has no room to rest.

Cheng Qingzhang didn't bring up this topic again, because he didn't want to consider medical expenses when his mother was seriously ill.

He was prepared in his heart, and now Ren Lan's condition is stable under the supervision of the hospital, and she has been waiting for a suitable liver-source transplant.

If they are lucky, when they wait for a suitable liver source, he will have to pay more than 100,000 yuan for the operation, and he will have to rest and monitor him for at least half a year, and he will always pay attention to whether Ren Lan will have a rejection reaction.

But more people died during the deterioration of their condition while waiting in line for the liver source.

No matter what the situation is, for Cheng Qingzhang, it is nothing more than the urgent need to collect the operation expenses, which is different from the medical expenses that nourish the mother like a blood pump.

Cheng Qingzhang never confides these useless emotions to others. As usual, after seeing his mother, he rode on that second-hand bicycle and rushed to the part-time convenience store.

The convenience store works in three shifts. When he arrived, the store manager of the morning shift was still there, waiting for the vehicles to arrive.

Summer is coming soon, and convenience stores will buy a lot of goods, especially large batches of beverages that almost fill the container compartments.

The truck driver is only responsible for handing over and counting the quantity of goods with the store manager. Another Beta female clerk in the convenience store not only watches the customers at the cash register, but also helps move some small goods that the store manager has counted in the spare time.

While counting the number of products, the store manager stood in the carriage and passed the products to Cheng Qingzhang.

Cheng Qingzhang looks thin, but smooth muscles are attached to the bones one by one. When he exerts force, the beautiful muscle lines are clearly defined.

The young body, indifferent expression, and silent and hard-working style made many customers stop and watch.

After a while, Cheng Qingzhang's clothes were wet, and an ethereal and indifferent smell floated in the air.

Many Alpha customers sniffed vigorously: "Is this pheromone or a perfume that simulates Alpha pheromone? This smell doesn't seem to be offensive."

Alphas are naturally resistant to similar pheromones, but what they smell now, they only feel that the tip of their noses is filled with a cold air that is so light that it is almost an illusion, just like walking outdoors in winter and blowing a cold wind to their noses.No, just feel that when nose is cold, tears will fall in the next second.

It's just that the cold smell they smelled this time is not that exciting.

Cheng Qingzhang ignored the curious customer. After moving the carriage, he was sweating as if he had just been fished out of the water.

Because of the special pheromones, he was born with a cold body. After moving the goods for two hours, he only felt irritable, but he didn't feel much heat.

The store manager brought a bottle of water to Cheng Qingzhang: "Xiao Cheng worked hard, you came here to move the goods, you go to wipe your sweat with a towel first, go to the warehouse to sleep, and get up again when the shift changes!"

"Okay." Cheng Qingzhang didn't refuse. He was due to change the night shift in two hours. He would have to delay half an hour on the way back now, so he might as well catch up on sleep in the warehouse.

He caught the water in the bathroom and wiped the sweat off his body.

After the cold mist on his body dissipated, he went into the warehouse and set up a recliner for a nap.

During this period of time, Cheng Qingzhang couldn’t sleep. He closed his eyes and rested his mind. It didn’t take long for him to get up and look through the midterm papers from previous years. He had a rough idea of what questions would be asked in the midterm.Write down your ideas in a blank exercise book.

Before waiting for the middle shift female Beta to knock on the door, Cheng Qingzhang saw that it was almost time, so he came out early and let the female Beta get off work first.

Being taken care of by an Alpha who is much younger than herself, the female Beta is very embarrassed, thank you repeatedly and then leave work.

When the shift was over at six o'clock the next day, Cheng Qingzhang suddenly smelled the familiar aroma of butter.

He raised his eyes to look at the door, and a slender figure walked in. His eyesight was excellent, and he saw the round litchi eyes glowing with light at first sight.

Those eyes were childish, with the corners of the eyes slightly raised, looking innocent and clear.

When Cheng Yuzai came in, he saw the protagonist at the cash register, who was posing casually.

He glanced around and saw that there was no one else in the convenience store at six in the morning. Cheng Yuzai dawdled among the shelves for a while, and waited for the store manager to rush over to take over the shift before taking a piece of bread to the front desk to check out.

The store manager and Cheng Qingzhang were still counting the change, Cheng Yuzai bit his lip, pointed to the steamed buns in the glass warming cabinet and asked, "What kind of stuffing are these?"

The store manager replied one by one.

The world in this book is similar to Cheng Yuzai's previous living standard. The 24-hour convenience store also sells steamed buns, steamed buns, soy milk and other cooked food. These things are not only a little more expensive than those sold in bun shops outside, but they are also quick-frozen foods that don't taste very good.

Cheng Yuzai ordered several flavors of steamed stuffed buns in a row, and asked the store manager to order two of each.

When the buns were in hand, Cheng Yuzai took a bite of the vegetable buns with a bitter face. The skin of the buns was soft, the fillings were a bit sweet, and it took a long time to keep warm. The taste wasn't good, but it wasn't bad either.

Cheng Yuzai frowned, scanned the QR code to pay, and said coquettishly, "It's not tasty, I don't want it anymore, you can deal with these buns yourself."

He walked out of the convenience store without looking back.

The store manager didn't care about this small episode, and naturally gave half of the buns to Cheng Qingzhang, "It just so happens that I haven't had breakfast yet, and he hasn't eaten this bun, so we'll share it."

Cheng Qingzhang looked at the steamed buns with deep eyes, and put the things into the bag without saying anything.

When Cheng Yuzai escaped, his heart was pounding, and he faced the hero for the second time. Even though he deliberately ignored the hero and only talked to the hero's colleagues, he still couldn't stop feeling weak.

But fortunately, he brushed his face in front of the hero.

The driver looked at the little master with lingering fear from the rearview mirror and asked, "Master, where are you going now?"

The young master woke up early in the morning and came to this convenience store. No matter what he was doing, according to the young master's habit, he had to go back to catch up on sleep now, and he would go back to school to deliver a love meal to Master Ning after lunch.

"Go to school." Cheng Yuzai replied without thinking.

The driver hesitated: "Is it too early now?"

Cheng Yuzai's mind was full of missed lessons, and he wished he could fly over with his wings.

"The mid-term exam is coming soon." He had to take advantage of this exam to feel his true learning level in this world.

It seems that the mid-term exam is coming, but what does it matter to you?

The driver didn't complain, started the car and drove to No. 1 Middle School.