Little Smith hung up the phone speechlessly, looked at his phone and hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and tapped on uninstall, frowning as he stared at the online banking, Alipay, and WeChat apps...

The next day at 6:30, Jason Ford got up. He reached under the bed for his phone and saw that it was fully charged at 100%. Satisfied, he smiled, casually unlocked the screen, and used his right hand to open QQ Farm.

Sure enough, his consciousness did not enter the farm space.

But the next moment, he was stunned. “Damn... who dug up my pasture grass?”

Chapter 7: The Mysterious Space

In the staff dormitory where Jason Ford lived, there were four beds. One bed was unoccupied, and there were only two roommates: Paul Reed and Mark Harris.

Both of them were junior staff at the club. Paul Reed had a somewhat tense relationship with Jason Ford, while Mark Harris was the type who wouldn’t say a word even if you hit him three times—introverted and quiet. Outside of work, he liked to hang out at internet cafes playing games, a total homebody.

However, although Mark Harris liked to stay at internet cafes, he never stayed out all night—he just came back very late.

He was a local from Zhengyang, and his relationship with Jason Ford was just so-so.

Jason Ford looked at the empty farm, then glanced at the two sleeping roommates, curling his lips in annoyance—both of them were highly suspicious, but... there were two people, and he couldn’t tell which one was more likely.

In short, this is what life at the bottom is like. All sorts of dirty thoughts, ugly faces, and despicable acts are exposed without any disguise.

Hurting others without benefiting oneself? That’s just too normal.

Jason Ford sighed silently. There was nothing he could do—after all, he hadn’t set a password on his screen lock.

But the next moment, his eyes lit up: since tending the grass is tiring, maybe removing the pasture grass is a good option too.

For a moment, he forgot that maybe he could use his right hand to collect the pasture grass.

Anyway, this didn’t really affect his mood. After leaving the dorm, he even treated himself to a big breakfast, eating until the fried dough sticks piled up in his throat before he finally put down his bowl and chopsticks, satisfied.

Trying to figure out the rules of the farm is really hard work.

Ignoring the vendor’s surprised look, he also bought breakfast for Little Smith, and leisurely made his way to the club.

He hadn’t come in last night, but the area he was responsible for had been cleaned thoroughly. Jason Ford took a stroll around and found that Little Smith hadn’t arrived yet, so he wandered over to the staff changing room.

David Miller was already there. When he saw Jason Ford come in, his face immediately darkened. After a while, he asked with a sullen face, “Was it you who broke my charger?”

Jason Ford shot him a glance, said nothing, took out his phone, and started scrolling on his own.

David Miller was so angry his face turned green, but he didn’t dare ask again. He could only spit fiercely, “Pretty boy, you really think you’re some decent person now?”

This was a veiled jab at Jason Ford’s relationship with Sister Hong, but since he didn’t name names, and Jason Ford’s complexion wasn’t exactly fair—just not dark—being called a pretty boy was probably because of his higher education.

Jason Ford didn’t bother with the insinuation. He placed his left hand on the table, his fingers unconsciously tapping the surface, then put his phone on the table and used his left hand to tap on a blank spot on the screen.

He knew his left hand couldn’t tap on QQ Farm, or even any other icons, but... tapping on a blank spot on the screen shouldn’t cause any problems, right?

This kind of behavior was just out of boredom, and as the saying goes—trouble comes from nothing to do!

So the next moment, disaster struck for Jason Ford. To his surprise, he found himself entering a strange space.

It was a wasteland, all he could see was gravel, as if he were in the Gobi Desert.

He looked up—the sun was in the sky, but it was unusually large, at least twice the size of a normal sun. Looking farther, he could see mountain peaks and faint patches of green.

But where he stood was barren—no plants, no animals, not even insects. There was only endless gravel and gusts of biting cold wind.

Jason Ford stood there dumbfounded for a long time before muttering softly, “Damn, I really... couldn’t keep my hands to myself.”

At this moment, if he wanted to leave, he probably could exit easily. But since he was already here, he decided to walk around and see what this place was all about.

As for the fact that he entered his phone right under David Miller’s nose, it didn’t matter. It was too late for regrets anyway. After all, once he entered here, time outside should have stopped.

He looked around again and noticed that in what seemed to be the east, there were not only distant mountains and faint greenery, but if he looked closely, there also seemed to be some neatly arranged buildings.

Well, might as well go take a look. Jason Ford started walking east. He’d had a big enough breakfast, so he didn’t need to worry about his stamina for now.

But as the saying goes, “Looking at the mountain can kill a horse”—it’s no joke. He walked for almost three hours before he got a little closer. By then, he could vaguely make out that the rows of buildings seemed to be houses.

Would there be anyone in those houses? Jason Ford frowned. According to the way web novels go, at this point he should hide himself and be on guard for all sorts of villains around the houses.