I Just Want To Deliver a Normal Takeaway

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py: "Is there something wrong with being a trainer in the world of Xianxia?"

Chapter Thirty-Three Extremely Lucky

At 8:20, the streets and alleys of the city were filled with mist. As a city relying on Tokyo Bay, the humidity in Chiba was much worse than that of ordinary cities.

Stepping on the glass stairs from the second floor to the first floor with a pair of sneakers, Chen Feng rarely put on his jacket today, but changed into a thick white sweater.

"Is Afeng going out?"

Sitting cross-legged on the sofa with a pair of slender legs, Rachel, who was holding a thick book, heard the sound behind her and turned her head in doubt.

Wearing a black and white T-shirt, the long golden hair is just like this behind him.

She noticed that Chen Feng's attire was obviously intended to go out.

"Because of some accidents and my own stupidity, I have to go out today."

"Well, remember to bring an umbrella. Although I didn't check the weather forecast, it might rain."

"I have already brought it, and your gun is in my studio. I have already maintained it for you. I forgot to tell you yesterday."

Pointing to the workshop on the second floor, Chen Feng reminded.

A handful of M1911.

Rachel's gun is a bit older, and the workmanship is also very ordinary. It looks like it was made by some underground arsenal. In addition, she has been using it all the way until now, and she doesn't know how to clean it. Parts are faulty.

In fact, he was not surprised that Rachel would have guns, because he had always lived in that kind of area where all the people were soldiers, and he might not be able to change some thoughts in his life.

A 13-year-old with a gun?

no problem!

He wouldn't be surprised if you told him that a 9-year-old took a pistol out of his pocket. After all, he had encountered so many similar things that he was numb.

It's just that there are only 3 bullets in the gun, and the bullets in his hand are not compatible with the gun, so it can only be said to make do with it.

However, Ruijier shook her head and said something that surprised Chen Feng.

"I don't need that kind of thing anymore."

With deep blue eyes looking at Chen Feng, Rachel tilted her head.

"Ah Feng, are you here?"

"Then take it as a souvenir. Putting aside the concept of a weapon, it is actually a handicraft, um, a relatively rough handicraft."

"oh……"

Rui Jier, who responded, thought for a while and said, "Is it a gift from A Feng?"

"That gun was originally yours..."

"But in the end it was Afeng who repaired it."

The kid just likes to fuss over meaningless things.

"All right, all right, just treat it as a gift from me."

"good!"

clack clatter——

Hearing this, Rachel trotted upstairs wearing a pair of rabbit ear slippers, took the pistol from Chen Feng's workshop and hugged it in his arms, and said very seriously:

"This is the second gift from Afeng, I will cherish it!"

As he spoke, Rachel gently stroked the smooth gun body like a child.

"A second gift?"

Chen Feng frowned. He thought about it carefully, and it seemed that he had never given Rachel anything, so why did this thing become the second gift?

"I gave you something?"

All her previous clothes were bought with her own money, and in order not to make her feel guilty, Chen Feng would accept her food and accommodation expenses, but he has returned the money to her a long time ago. .

Rachel just shook her head, and didn't intend to answer Chen Feng.

Rubbing his aching head, Chen Feng said:

"There are still a lot of vegetables in the refrigerator."

"Bon trip."

Rachel has already waved at him, why does it feel like she was kicked out of the house?

As usual, Chen Feng reminded:

"Call me if you need anything."

"Um."

"If you have no money, tell me."

"There are many more."

"if……"

After explaining everything he could think of, Chen Feng went out with peace of mind.

Sitting in the elevator, Chen Feng took out a small notebook from his trouser pocket, stared at the words on it, and murmured:

"Haven't done anything against the rules for more than two months."

He has been restraining himself to become a law-abiding and good citizen, so he has always maintained a relatively peaceful state, don't get angry at every turn, and don't fight over trivial matters.

"very good……!"

Chen Feng closed his notebook and walked out of the elevator contentedly.

To be honest, it feels good to live in this environment, because it is surrounded by suburbs, and it is far away from the driving road. In addition, the sound insulation effect of the house is very good, so it is very suitable for the elderly.