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Jiang Jingyan leaned against the electric scooter, watching Yang Fan panting as he leaned against the wall.

Jiang Jingyan said in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft, "Looks like someone's luck isn't so good today."

Yang Fan opened his mouth, wanting to retort, but when his gaze met Jiang Jingyan's expressionless eyes, he swallowed his words. That was the eldest daughter of the Jiang family, someone no one in the entire circle dared to offend.

If he dares to talk back, who knows what might happen tomorrow.

He lowered his head and swallowed his words.

Inside the villa, Jiang Jingheng sat on the sofa, with a laptop on the coffee table, displaying a live stream on the screen.

His fingers tapped lightly twice on the armrest.

His gaze lingered on Chen Feng's face, which was slightly squinting from the sunlight.

He picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, and put it back: "Interesting. This show has no script. Chen Feng just happened to run into a customer who lives on the top floor, but he didn't ask him to take the teacup upstairs. I have to say, this kid is quite lucky."

His gaze shifted to Yang Fan, who was panting heavily at the edge of the frame.

"Compared to others, Yang Fan's luck is far worse."

"Our Jiang family needs people with this kind of incredible luck."

He put down his teacup.

"Yan Yan, I have to say, the person you're looking for is truly worth all the connections our Jiang family has used to find them."

Jiang Jingyan stood beside the electric scooter, her gaze falling on the delivery bag in Yang Fan's hand. She asked, "What? Aren't you going to deliver it? Aren't you afraid the recipient will complain again?"

Hearing this, Yang Fan reluctantly stood up and started climbing towards the seventh floor.

When we came down.

Ten minutes have passed.

Exhausted, he sat on the ground, panting heavily.

Chen Feng glanced at him: "Can't climb?"

Yang Fan struggled to say, "I'm just not feeling well today! If you're so good, you do it!"

Chen Feng did not respond.

Pick up your phone.

"I have a takeout order, about 500 meters from here, also on the top floor, room 702."

Yang Fan's spirits immediately lifted.

He straightened up, a barely concealed smile playing on his lips: "Alright! That family surely doesn't have a basket, right?"

"I want to see if you can climb seven floors without even breaking a sweat!"

Chen Feng didn't say anything more.

He turned to Jiang Jingyan and said, "You wait here, it's too sunny." Jiang Jingyan nodded and stood in the shade of a tree next to the electric scooter, not following him. Chen Feng went to get the takeout.

Three minutes later, Chen Feng returned, carrying a small white bag.

Yang Fan looked at the bag in his hand and raised an eyebrow: "The food's ready so quickly? Aren't you worried it might be pre-made? Aren't you afraid of getting food poisoning?"

Chen Feng picked up the bag and shook it: "Noodles, it won't take a minute to prepare."

After saying that, Chen Feng didn't look at him anymore and walked towards the building entrance with the takeout bag.

Yang Fan shouted from behind, "You try climbing those stairs! I want to see if you're even out of breath!"

Chen Feng didn't turn around, his back to him, his voice carried through the afternoon heat: "Next, it's my time to show off."

He walked into the building, a small live-streaming camera strapped to his helmet, the footage being transmitted back to the live-streaming studio in real time via the program's signal.

He took the first step.

By the third step, I started to accelerate, leaning my body slightly forward and precisely placing my toes on the edge of each step without any unnecessary hesitation.

The camera captured almost non-stop footage: a pipe in the corner, a small GG sticker on the wall, and numbers on a door number flashed by, like flipping through a book too fast.

At the 15-second mark, the sign for the fifth floor appeared on the screen.

At the twentieth second, the doorplate on the sixth floor appeared in the frame for less than a second before being left behind.

When the door number for the seventh floor appeared on screen, the comments section went wild!

Holy crap! Fifteen seconds to the fifth floor?! Even elevators aren't that fast!

Did he take the stairs or the elevator? Why does it feel like the stairwell is receding?

[It's not human! This isn't human! It's a tiny electric motor!]

[Doesn't he even breathe? The camera is shaking like that, and he barely makes a sound!]

Are my stairs different from his? I get out of breath after climbing just three flights of stairs!

Look at him climbing the stairs! Three steps at a time! That's not how you use long legs!

[Thirty seconds! Seven whole floors! I don't even get this fast in the elevator!]

[This rich woman hereby declares! This man! From today onwards! Is under my protection!]

Why doesn't his back ache or his legs shake? He's so steady going down the stairs! It's like he has shock absorbers!

What would Yang Fan think if he saw this? He had just climbed down for five minutes and was now panting heavily, leaning against the wall!

What does it mean to physically overwhelm someone? This is it.

[God, could you please give me these legs? I'd give up ten years of my life for them!]

Chen Feng stopped at the door on the seventh floor and raised his hand to knock.

His breathing did not become heavier, and the rise and fall of his chest was barely noticeable.

The customer who opened the door took the takeout.

Chen Feng said, "Enjoy your meal."

Then he turned around and went downstairs.

The comments section exploded again!

[He can go down seven floors that fast? His foot friction must be maxed out!]

He went downstairs faster than Yang Fan went upstairs! While Yang Fan was still panting on the fifth floor, he had already reached the first floor!

This is what they call "Before you've even recovered, I've already delivered an order."

Are his lungs larger than average?!

What exactly is this person made of? An exoskeleton? Mechanical legs? Modified internal organs?

Guess what Yang Fan's expression is right now when he sees this? It's definitely more embarrassing than after climbing the stairs.

When Chen Feng walked out of the building, his face was clean and there wasn't a drop of sweat on it.

Yang Fan leaned against the tree, his mouth not fully closed, as if his chin was being held down.

Chen Feng glanced at his expression.

"It's been delivered."

"Two minutes? You finished delivering in just two minutes? Did you cheat?"

Chen Feng tilted his head: "How am I supposed to cheat?"

Yang Fan opened his mouth again, then closed it.

Because he genuinely couldn't come up with the answer.

There are only stairs in the stairwell, no elevators, no shortcuts. The whole process was broadcast live, and every step was filmed clearly.

Jiang Jingyan walked over from under the shade of the tree: "Is it so hard to admit that others are excellent?"

After she finished speaking, she walked to the electric scooter, picked up the helmet, and turned to look at Chen Feng.

"Let's go."

Yang Fan stood there without saying a word.

Jiang Jingyan has spoken my mind again! "Is it so hard to admit that others are excellent?"

The contrast is stark. Yang Fan climbed seven floors: five minutes, panting like a dog, and had to lean against the wall to get down. Chen Feng climbed seven floors: thirty seconds, not even batting an eye, and could even chat afterward.

This is a combination of overwhelming talent and overwhelming luck. Yang Fan will remember this afternoon for the rest of his life.

Wu Yurong sat in the driver's seat of the delivery truck without saying a word the entire time.

She glanced at Yang Fan's still-recovering face, then at Chen Feng and Jiang Jingyan's backs, before turning off her phone and tucking it into the gap in the center console.

She took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

What the hell is going on? I've ended up with a useless piece of trash.

A useless person who takes five minutes to climb seven floors and has to lean against the wall to catch his breath when he comes down.

A useless person who was complained about by customers for having "kidney deficiency".

A useless person who can't even find a charging station in advance.

A useless person who watches someone climb seven floors in thirty seconds and then asks if they cheated.

She glanced down at Yang Fan's still-reddened face in her rearview mirror, a hint of lingering resentment on his lips.

Wu Yurong turned her gaze away.

Can I change my profession? Can I change my partner? I really don't want to be in the same group as this useless person!