After finishing wiping, he took the rag to the staff room to wash it, but suddenly noticed a light green phone charger on the windowsill.

This offbeat-colored charger belonged to David Miller. Someone had once made fun of it, but Coach Miller had replied smugly, “Putting a green hat on someone else is also green. You losers... how could you possibly understand the mindset of a successful man?”

Since it was that guy’s, there was no reason not to use it. Jason Ford picked up one end of the charging cable and plugged it into his phone, then grabbed the charger head and plugged it into the wall socket.

The next moment, with a loud “bang,” sparks flew everywhere.

Immediately after, someone outside shouted loudly, “Damn, the transformer that was just fixed blew up again?”

Chapter 4: Society’s Ms. Ford

Jason Ford was startled by the loud noise and flying sparks, instinctively taking two steps back. When he heard the shouting outside and glanced at the now-charred charger, he turned around and walked away as if nothing had happened.

He only checked his phone when he got to the restroom, finding that there was no visible damage on the surface. In fact, there was still half a centimeter of burnt charging cable hanging from the charging port.

His left hand, which had been holding the phone, was slightly blackened by the electric arc, looking a bit unsightly.

He carefully washed his hands twice with hand soap, and after making sure there was nothing unusual, he gripped his phone and strolled leisurely toward the gym hall.

Everyone in the hall had already crowded to the entrance to watch the commotion. The city’s power grid transformer was right outside the Hongjie Club, less than a hundred meters from the main entrance, and at this moment, it was billowing black smoke.

“This is really unlucky,” the receptionist Little Smith said, sipping a bag of soy milk through a straw and pointing at the transformer. “Yesterday, lightning struck and broke a transformer, and they only replaced it at midnight. Now it’s broken again!”

“It must be the wiring wasn’t connected properly,” the chubby Paul Reed shook his head, pretending to be an expert as he analyzed seriously, “Otherwise, it’s not even peak electricity usage this early in the morning—how could it blow up?”

Little Smith tossed him two big mothballs and retorted indignantly, “Maybe it’s a counterfeit product. Who knows what those people at the power company are capable of?”

“What the hell are you two talking about?” A loud shout came from afar, and then a man in a blue uniform walked over. The uniform was standard for the power company, with two egg-sized red characters—“Power Supply”—embroidered on the left chest.

The “blue smurf” was very displeased with Little Smith and Paul Reed’s wild guesses. In his view, the team had worked through the night to repair the transformer, which was already hard enough. After all, yesterday’s thunderstorm had damaged multiple pieces of electrical equipment.

He had been busy until now and hadn’t even had a chance to sleep. Hearing someone question their professionalism and even casually accuse them of using “counterfeit products” made him furious. “Maybe it’s your club using too much electricity.”

Since Paul Reed was pretending to be an expert, he naturally had a comeback. He snorted disdainfully, “Our club has its own circuit breaker. If it was our problem, our breaker would have tripped first. Don’t tell me you don’t even understand that?”

Jason Ford stood not far away, listening to their argument while flipping through his phone. It was only then that he noticed his phone still had twelve percent battery—no more, no less.

I must have used a fake charger! he grumbled inwardly. But the next moment, when his gaze swept over his wrist, he was stunned: the color of the stone ring mark had deepened from a faint blue-green to a more noticeable shade.

Could it be that the transformer exploded because my body absorbed a huge amount of current?

It was just a guess, but there was no doubt that simply charging an old phone wouldn’t have caused such a serious consequence.

As for why the club’s breaker didn’t trip but the city transformer blew instead, Jason Ford couldn’t come up with a reasonable explanation. After all, he was a liberal arts guy and didn’t know much about science and engineering.

Seeing the stone ring mark darken a bit, Jason Ford couldn’t help but want to find a secluded place to try entering the farm again. The urge was really hard to resist.

However, he managed to hold back in the end. What helped him make up his mind was the ten mature grass plots in the farm.

The painful experience of “grabbing grass” last time had left a deep impression on him. He thought it would be safer to do this test during his lunch break.

Finally, after making it to noon, Jason Ford slipped into the restroom again, pulled up the farm interface, and was just about to tap the big hand when he suddenly noticed a line of text floating across the screen: “‘Society’s Ms. Ford’ stole fifteen stalks of grass.”

Jason Ford was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with a wry smile and decisively tapped the big hand.

The next moment, the scene before his eyes changed, and he once again entered that strange farm space.

“So it turns out, to enter this space, I have to charge myself up first,” Jason Ford finally realized.

Then, he reached into his pants pocket, wanting to see if the cigarettes and lighter he had deliberately put in his pocket had come with him.

Spending too long “grabbing grass” inevitably made him tired. At times like this, being able to sit at the edge of the field and light a cigarette to relax—such comfort, even an immortal wouldn’t trade for it.

Thinking about smoking in the QQ Farm, that sense of accomplishment... was just unbeatable.