Body Cultivator Learns Customer Service

Yan Zhi blinked.

Once.

Twice.

Then stiffened.

His mouth opened slightly… then froze.

He turned to Hao.

Who raised a brow and gave two small, expectant nods.

Like: Go on. Say something. I believe in you - but also, I'm watching.

So this was a test?

Yan Zhi's eyes widened a little.

Was this part of the job screening? Was he going to be kicked out if he fumbled the social interaction?

Would he be disqualified from standing behind the holy register?

No. Focus. Focus!

Hao could guess Yan Zhi was overthinking - but not to the level of full mental trial-by-fire.

And then it happened.

He choked.

Not on food. Not on words. On existence.

On the sheer idea of being perceived.

Classic introvert mode. Shoulders slightly curled in. Half-breath. Eyes darting like a startled NPC.

That tiny nervous chuckle that wasn't sure if it was laughing or dying.