He took out a tube of Nutrition Paste, tore it open, and ate it, then resumed reading the newspaper.
This was his first time traveling far from home. Back in Yangzhi City, the news and newspapers were almost entirely focused on local affairs, with scant information about the outside world. It was much the same here. Most of the articles were about Shangbu City, but since it was a major transportation hub, there was at least some news from other cities along the railway lines.
Just then, a short man holding a ticket came over. After checking it, he confirmed he had found the right seat. His bag, however, seemed a bit heavy. He stood on his tiptoes and tried to shove it onto the overhead rack several times, but it kept sliding back down. With a pained expression, he turned to Chen Chuan. "Hey, buddy. Can you give me a hand?"
Chen Chuan looked up, stood, and with a single, effortless motion, lifted the bag onto the rack.
