A convenience store opened in Naruto

"They are both fools!" Ye Feng thought to himself.

After five years, it seems that Naruto has only matured in appearance, and his mind has not matured much.

If someone else had come over, they would have noticed that something was wrong.

When Saitama went there, it was already dusk. When he arrived at the store, he did not realize that it was daytime outside.

Before dinner, Naruto said, "It's so late already." Please, you should have said it's almost dawn. Those who go to work early should start having breakfast at this time.

Fortunately, the game diverted Saitama's attention, otherwise no matter how dumb Saitama was, he would have noticed something was wrong.

Looking at Saitama who was still busy moving things, Ye Feng took back his evaluation of Saitama. What a fool! Didn’t he notice that the store entrance had been moved?

"Why are the protagonists I meet more dull than the last?"

Naruto is like this, Goku is like this, and then Luffy is like this. Now comes Saitama. If these people get together, they probably won’t be able to beat him even if they play mahjong.

"Let's find another opportunity to try again later!"

There was a funny look on Ye Feng's face.

"Excuse me, is Mr. Saitama here?"

Many people came to visit Saitama these past two days, and Ye Feng was used to it. He pointed upwards without even raising his head and said, "He lives upstairs. You can find the specific floor yourself!"

Genos didn't care about Ye Feng's attitude. According to their observation, hundreds of people visited Saitama in less than two days, and every time they came, they would ask Ye Feng for directions.

He guessed that Ye Feng was tired of being asked, so he answered so mechanically.

"Thank you!"

After saying thank you, Genos couldn't wait to go upstairs. He finally found a free time.

This was Saitama's meal time. Annoyed by being asked questions, Saitama angrily rejected everyone who came to him during meal time.

You come here without even bringing anything, and you still want me to join you?

"Are you guys here to eat for free?"

This was Saitama's only thought. He was so short of money that even eating became a problem. The discounted food he bought was only enough for him to eat.

A dozen people waved their hands and said they were not hungry, but please stop looking at me!

In anger, Saitama drove everyone out.

"Can't he see my handwriting so big?" Ye Feng was a little puzzled.

He remembered that he had posted a note on the wall: "If you are looking for Saitama, please go upstairs." The words were very large. Why would anyone still come to him for directions?

"Who put it there? Doesn't this expose my privacy?" Saitama tore off the sticker, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it away.

With a loud noise that broke the sound barrier, the sticker turned into a fireball before it hit the ground, and the ashes drifted away in the wind.

"Boss, it's time for dinner. What are we having for dinner today?" Saitama lay on the recliner next to Ye Feng, looking at him expectantly.

"Eat your hair!" Ye Feng said unhappily.

He asked why the papers he put up kept disappearing inexplicably, and it turned out that Saitama tore them off.

"Why are you eating my hair?" Saitama covered his growing hair and retracted his head vigilantly.

"Because your hair pricked my eyes!" Ye Feng pushed Saitama away who was about to stick to him and said, "I know your hair has grown and you are happy, but you don't have to lower your head to talk to me."

Before Ye Feng came, he specifically exchanged information with No. 1, and No. 1 told Ye Feng all the tricks he used to deceive Saitama.

Knowing that Saitama wanted hair, the first thing he did after arriving here was to snap his fingers and make Saitama's hair grow again.

No matter what the laws of the world or the will of the universe are, they are all useless in his shop. Especially after signing Saitama, he has the final say over his employees!

If you want to participate in the competition, you can. All employees have the right to participate.

If you want money, earn it yourself. I want it too!

Anyway, after Saitama's hair grew back, every time he talked to him, he would lower his head and let Ye Feng look at the top of his head. He would also ask questions from time to time like "Is my head not bald?", "Did they fall off? I feel a little itchy", etc., which made him very annoyed.

Okay, you are annoyed with me, right? Then I will annoy you too!

Everyone who comes to look for Saitama should look this way, because he lives upstairs!

What, which floor are you asking?

You don't even go into the store to shop, and you still want to get information? I'll go to your place. If you don't know, go find it yourself!

"I'm just afraid that the hair that I grew with great difficulty will fall out again!" Saitama cherishes his hair very much. He wears a hat when he sleeps, for fear that turning over too violently will press his hair down.

"So this is why you didn't wash your hair for two days?" Ye Feng pinched the bridge of his nose and said speechlessly, "If you don't want to wash your hair, then don't wash it. You don't even take a shower?"

Ye Feng could understand not washing hair or taking a shower for two days. People who didn't need to go out didn't need to wash their hair that often.

But Saitama is different. He goes out every day to the next city to buy discounted food.

Even though Ye Feng had already told him that everything could be bought in the store and that there was no shortage of food, he refused to listen. He didn't know where Ye Feng got the flyer from, which listed the discount dates of several supermarkets.

The promotional activities of these large supermarkets have become fixed days, either Saturdays and Sundays or holidays.

The environment outside is not very safe either. Saitama treats any monsters passing by as walking money. He doesn't look for them deliberately, but if he meets them, he will not let them go.

He restrained his strength, and while trying his best to keep the monster's body intact, he killed it with one punch, then brought it back and stuffed it into the cash box. He deposited all the money he got in exchange into his own account.

Even though he has money, he doesn't spend it in the store. He just thinks about the discounted items outside all day long. Ye Feng is speechless.

But Saitama said that it’s cheaper outside.

Ye Feng almost had a heart attack after hearing this.

Why, are the ones in the store expensive?

Employees get discounts and can eat snacks in the store for free. Have you forgotten this?

Didn't you forget? Why did you save it? Are you afraid that you will be fired one day and have to live on these accumulated money?

I'll fire you now!

The restaurant provides food and accommodation. I said the food I cooked was poisonous, and you said that I taught No. 1 his cooking skills, which is true, but why don't you believe it?

Okay, you have diarrhea!

You said that the food you bought from outside is safe. Well, let’s not talk about whether it is safe or not. It is definitely not fresh. It is all wilted. Why do you still eat it? You will have diarrhea again, right?

Ye Feng suspected that Saitama was used to having diarrhea, so he was not so resistant to the food he cooked. Not only that, he also kept asking him when he would cook again.

If you don't let him do it, he will go home and do it himself.

Back to the point, Ye Feng's expression became serious: "You, go take a shower for me right now, and throw away your clothes. Wear anything you want, but don't let me see any blood on them!"

The blood of the monster splashed on Saitama's clothes. In order to protect his hair, Saitama only took off his coat when he went to bed. The clothes inside needed to pass through his neck and then his head. Very well, he just didn't take them off.

Although there is no blood splattered inside, some of the monsters have an unpleasant odor on their bodies.

Saitama's body is now filled with a mixture of various odors, which can be smelled from miles away by people with a keen sense of smell.

It would be strange if Ye Feng didn't smell it, as he was in close contact with him every day.

Seeing that Saitama was hesitating and seemed unhappy, Ye Feng changed his tone and said, "I don't care. Anyway, the store is open here and there are not many customers. You don't have to pay attention to your image as a clerk."

"But at the martial arts tournament, there are several worlds and hundreds of people. I'm afraid no one would dare to talk to you. Forget about making friends."

"Maybe no one will accept your challenge."

Saitama's face changed. The purpose of his participating in the martial arts tournament was to fight against masters. If no one accepted his challenge, wouldn't his trip be in vain?

"I don't have much time to stay here. I'll be leaving in two days. I wanted to teach you how to fight, but you don't care. Forget it. You're a self-taught genius, so I understand!"

Saitama's face changed again. He didn't know how he gained strength through training. He only knew that he was very strong, so strong that no one could take a serious punch from him.

It's just one punch or one kick, as for the other moves... he doesn't know anything.

"Well, and your hair. I can make it grow, and I can make it disappear. I don't know why you care so much about it. When you fight, you can't fight with your head covered, right?"

Saitama stood up suddenly, with a serious expression on his face: "Boss, you are right. As an employee of the store, I must pay attention to the store's image and not bring shame to the store. I will go take a shower now. I don't like this dress for a long time. I will throw it away soon!"

"Well, go ahead!" Ye Feng waved his hand casually.

He had seen Saitama running into the building naked, and thought he would go back to take a shower and change his clothes. However, he changed his clothes but didn't take a shower, and even his new clothes were stained with blood.

Poor mosquito spirit, she chose to cause trouble at mealtime. If it were any other time, she wouldn't have died so miserably.

Amen, may there be no Saitama in heaven!

Hearing the sound of "thump thump thump" coming down the stairs, Genos quickly ran down from upstairs and walked around the building. He knocked on every door on every floor and even in every room, but he couldn't find any trace of Saitama.

"Boss, have you seen Mr. Saitama?"

You're asking a question without knowing the answer. I've wanted to say this before, you clearly knew Saitama lived here, yet you insisted on asking another question. You clearly knew Saitama knew me and was almost staying in my shop before, yet you still asked?

You've been observing for two days, and everyone uses the same rhetoric. I'm annoyed even if you're not annoyed.

"I see," Ye Feng waved his hand impatiently and said, "You came at an unlucky time. When you went upstairs, he just came down the stairs on the other side."

"Which direction is he heading..."

Before Genos finished speaking, Ye Feng pointed behind him.

"Thank you!"

"It's good for young people to be polite," Ye Feng muttered as he watched Genos soar into the sky, "but I mean the convenience store behind me. Why are you flying into the sky?"

Could it be that he wanted to bypass the building and chase in the direction I pointed?

Next time you undergo transformation, why not transform your brain first?

The street was a bit deserted and there was nothing exciting to see while lying down, so Ye Feng simply got up and went back to the store.

After Saitama drove some people away, fewer people came to visit him. Most of them were small characters sent by some big guys. Those cowardly people hid in the hero headquarters they built, and they remotely commanded their subordinates whenever there was something.

These younger brothers are not stupid. They have come all the way to this ghost town, not knowing whether they can return alive. They are used as bargaining chips to win over Saitama, and all that can be shared has been divided up by them in advance.

The opposite statement is that he met a strange man on the way and escaped by luck, but there was no way to bring those things back.

There is no way to verify the above. Strange people appear frequently in cities, not to mention the wilderness.

It is a blessing to be able to save your life.

It is not known whether they will continue to send people. It is not realistic to sit and wait for Saitama to go out. Who knows which supermarket Saitama will go to buy discounted goods? Saitama's speed of going back and forth is not something they can keep up with.

Ye Feng was humming a little tune in the kitchen while making his own delicious food. Since Saitama wanted to eat it, Ye Feng did not stop him and made another portion for Saitama.

Saitama, who was taking a shower in the bathroom, rubbed his skin until it turned red. He applied shower gel over and over again until he could no longer smell the scent, and then he happily rinsed off the foam on his body.

When it was his turn to wash his hair, after a mental struggle, Saitama closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and put his head under the shower.

The water flow washed away the resistance of the hair roots, making Saitama almost cry.

'My hair!'

People who have never been bald don’t know how obsessed bald people are with hair. They dare to apply anything that can promote hair growth on their heads, and will drink it without hesitation if it is something to be taken internally.

If it really works, even if it's just a furry layer, they would like to tell the world and let everyone know that their hair has grown back.

It’s not that Saitama didn’t believe Ye Feng, it’s that Ye Feng made his hair grow again. But after all, he had been bald for almost three years, and he was too afraid that his hair would go away!

Steam filled the entire bathroom, and as soon as the door was opened, thick fog quickly came out.

"Just right, the food is ready!" Ye Feng had already set the table, not looking like a boss at all.

Saitama likes this kind of boss the most. It’s more like opening his own business than just working for him.

"Wait till I get dressed."

"Don't put it on, just leave it like this," Ye Feng said jokingly, "You'll have to take it off later anyway, so this is more convenient."

"Ah, what's more convenient?"

Genos, who was going upstairs, paused and hesitated, not knowing whether he should go up.

"It's a little uncomfortable for the first time!" Saitama tightened his bathrobe.

"Don't come on, you don't know how many times you've been at home alone."

"Ah, how can one person complete a task that is meant for two people?"

Genos climbed up a step and had a face full of question marks.

"I was home alone and at least I had some pants on. Now I feel like I'm wearing nothing at all!"

"That's not pants, it's a bag!" Although Genos had never used it, he had seen it before, and couldn't help but complain in his heart, "I'm alone, why do I need to wear it? Now there's no need to wear it with two people, we're all men!"

"Don't sit opposite me, I'm afraid of getting stye. And don't sit next to me, I feel sick!" Ye Feng felt a chill when he thought of a gun pointed at him under the table.

"What kind of posture is this?" This really touched upon Genos's blind spot.

"Then where do I sit?" Saitama looked around. The table was so small that he couldn't sit opposite or beside it. He really couldn't think of a place to sit.

"You stay in the dining room, I'll go to the living room, and we'll eat separately!" Ye Feng picked up his bowl and chopsticks, moved to the living room and said.

Speaking of which, this is the first time that the kitchen dining table has been used. In the past, when eating, everyone gathered in the living room, watching TV and eating delicious food. Saitama has set a precedent.

"Eat separately? Who to eat? How to eat?" A lot of ideas popped up in Genos's mind at once.

Generally speaking, the dining room and living room are adjacent to each other, and there may be some partitions in between, but most of them are open.

Genos couldn't help but think, two people lying on the ground, one of them was still...

"Give me your head back! I've been putting up with you for so long. You're just a robot, and your head is yellower than anyone else's. No wonder you dyed your hair yellow. If you want to come up, come up. If you don't want to come up, come down. And by the way, help me close the door and say thank you!"

'Why should I say thank you?'

Genos was stunned. He didn't ask anything, so why should he say thank you?

"Thank you for not killing me!"

"Who are you talking to?" Saitama asked curiously.

"A guy who is walking up and down the stairs, hesitantly, with iron lumps all over his body. He can be sold for a lot of money if he is dismantled." Ye Feng said casually.

"Sell it? How much can it be sold for?" Saitama's eyes lit up, and he appeared at the stairs in a flash, and looked inside.

"Ah! It's you? Aren't you the guy from before? Who were you?"