I started as a spirited young man, and the system made me a male god.

Chen Fei stood up and said, "Okay, I'll go downstairs first. I still need to get a haircut."

"Okay, brother, I'll see you downstairs." Meng Sixian quickly followed.

The two walked down the stairs one after the other, with Meng Sixian subconsciously lagging behind by a step, maintaining the respectful demeanor of a shop assistant towards a customer.

Just as I reached the top of the stairs, a slightly shrill voice rang out:

"Hey, Sixian, does a shampoo and massage take this long? It's been almost an hour. What, is this handsome guy your relative? Or are you paying for this service yourself to boost your sales figures?"

The speaker was none other than Zhang Shihhan, the colleague who had previously assigned Meng Sixian to wash her hair.

She leaned against the wall with her arms crossed, her gaze darting back and forth between Chen Fei and Meng Sixian, a mocking smile playing on her lips.

She had specifically calculated the time, which far exceeded the normal washing and conditioning process, and she had already concluded in her heart that Meng Sixian was up to no good.

Chen Fei immediately frowned.

In his past life, what he hated most in a company were colleagues who gossiped and spoke in a sarcastic tone.

He didn't want to cause trouble, but when he caught a glimpse of Meng Sixian's submissive demeanor, a nameless anger suddenly flared up.

This is a system-certified "highly promising" exclusive task target, a crucial asset on my future "path to becoming a male god." How dare you bully him?

Chen Fei paused, turned around, glanced at the badge on the other person's chest, and questioned him emphatically:

"Zhang Shih-han, right? What did you mean by that? Do you think I'm broke?"

Zhang Shihhan was taken aback by Chen Fei's sudden question.

The other person was clearly a spirited young man with blond hair, but the imposing manner he exuded reminded her of the regional manager who had come to inspect the store.

She felt a sudden pang of unease, her confidence waning, and she instinctively tried to find an excuse: "Sorry, that's not what I meant, I was just asking out of curiosity..."

As she spoke, she subconsciously scrutinized Chen Fei's face.

The more I looked at it, the more familiar it seemed, as if I had seen it somewhere before.

She tried hard to search her memory... Right, it was when she was scrolling through Kuaishou this morning!

This morning, while slacking off at work, she was scrolling through local Kuaishou videos when she came across a popular live stream clip.

The title is "Brotherly Love, Saving Brothers from Dire Straits," and the content is about a blond young man wolfing down braised pork rice that looks like leftovers.

And isn't that starving blond guy in the video the person right in front of us?!

Thinking of this, Zhang Shihhan felt as if she had instantly grasped the other party's weakness. Her previous guilt vanished immediately, replaced by a sense of pride and superiority at discovering someone else's secret.

She straightened her back, and that mocking smile returned to her face, even more pronounced than before.

"Hey, no wonder you looked so familiar!" Zhang Shih-han raised her voice eight octaves, as if afraid no one would hear her. "I just saw the video of you eating leftovers this morning. What, you suddenly have money to come here for some high-end treatments?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Fei frowned in confusion.

Eating leftovers? Video?

He immediately connected the dots between Zhao Zhihao's live stream yesterday and the barrage of messages on WeChat today, and understood about 70-80% of the situation.

Chen Fei himself didn't feel ashamed at all. He had worked in operations in his previous life and had experienced all kinds of cyberbullying and malicious comments. He had long since developed a strong mentality.

Although Meng Sixian, who was standing to the side, was confused and didn't quite understand what Zhang Shihhan meant, she could still sense her sarcasm towards Chen Fei.

In her anxiety, Meng Sixian didn't care about anything else. She gently tugged at Chen Fei's arm and whispered, "Brother, ignore her and go get your hair cut first."

She didn't want to embarrass Chen Fei because of her.

However, Zhang Shihhan refused to give up and eagerly took out her phone, her fingers flying across the screen: "Still don't believe me? Wait, I'll find it for you! That video is really good."

She quickly found the video and played it aloud.

Zhao Zhihao's exaggerated voice immediately rang out in the store:

"Family! Look at my brother, Afei! His parents divorced when he was young and remarried, ignoring him completely! He's only alive now because his grandma, who sells scrap metal, raised him..."

The video shows Chen Fei wolfing down braised pork rice in that dilapidated rented room at the beginning of his time travel.

Although the image quality is rough, Chen Fei's face is clearly visible.

Chen Fei glanced at the number of likes on the video and saw that it had over 50,000!

His first reaction was genuine happiness for Zhao Zhihao; his good brother had finally made it after so many years of live streaming.

"See that? Someone who can't even afford to eat!" Zhang Shihhan waved her phone smugly, her accusations now directed at Meng Sixian. "My dear Meng, do you still think he can help you boost your sales figures? Dream on!"

Chen Fei remained expressionless, even finding it somewhat laughable.

He was too lazy to waste words on such people; facts speak louder than words.

He turned around and walked straight to the front desk, saying to the receptionist, "Hello, did Meng Sixian just tell you? I bought a five-session skincare package, and I'd like to pay now."

Zhang Shih-han, like a persistent leech, immediately followed, sidling up to the front desk and making a sarcastic suggestion:

"Hey handsome, you're not planning to use Alipay or credit card installments, are you? Should I talk to the receptionist and help you split the amount so you can pay through several platforms?"

Chen Fei rolled his eyes at her, not even bothering to look at her properly, and instead said to the receptionist in a serious tone:

"The quality of your store's employees is really worrying. If it weren't for a few bad apples, you could probably easily get a perfect 5.0 rating."

The receptionist sensed the tension and gave an awkward smile before quickly retrieving the bill from the computer.

"Sir, are you sure it was Meng Sixian who purchased the five-session package for 6888 yuan?"

"Yes." Chen Fei readily took out his phone, opened the payment app, and displayed the payment code.

A crisp "beep" sound signaled that the payment was successful.

The POS machine dispensed a transaction receipt.

Zhang Shih-han was not giving up, so she deliberately leaned over to look at the payment information on the receipt. When she saw that it was indeed "bank card payment" and not the loan platform she had imagined, her face turned a little ugly.

But she remained unforgiving, continuing to find fault with him relentlessly:

"Hmph, so what if it's a bank card payment? Who knows if the money is clean? Yesterday they were eating leftovers, today they're spending lavishly, isn't that a huge contrast?"

Her eyes darted between Chen Fei and Meng Sixian, a malicious smile spreading across her face.

"Are you trying to use this money to woo our little sister Meng from a small city? You two are indeed a perfect match. She goes to work early every day, uses the cosmetics in the store, and is just like you, eating leftovers. You're both very frugal."

"You're talking nonsense!" Meng Sixian suddenly raised her head, her eyes instantly reddening, her voice trembling as she interrupted Zhang Shihhan.