Supermarket Agent

"Did you hear? There's this really interesting test going around," Wallace brought up the topic during lunch the next day.

"You're talking about that 'How Pure Are You?' test, right? Dude, do you seriously still believe in that?" Simon laughed.

"I know! It's stupid, right?" Wallace chuckled awkwardly.

At this, Simon couldn't help but laugh harder. "How'd you score, man?"

"70!" Wallace said, embarrassed.

"Not bad! At least you're better than most," Veronica teased.

"For girls, the higher the score, the better. But for guys, that score can be really dangerous," Simon joked.

Wallace sighed. "I knew I shouldn't have mentioned this."

"Simon, what did you score?" Meg, who had been silent up until then, suddenly asked.

Simon shrugged. "Sorry, I didn't take the test."

"Really?" Meg pressed.

"Of course!" Simon pulled out his laptop from his bag and continued, "Didn't you guys check the attachment?"

"What?" Veronica asked, puzzled.

"Listen," Simon opened his laptop and read aloud, "Not so pure? Buy someone else's test results! For just 10 bucks, you can see if your date is an angel from heaven or a demon from hell."

"Seriously, you can buy other people's test results?" Wallace said, incredulous.

"Wow!" Veronica laughed after hearing Simon. "I never thought I'd say this, but I can't wait for tomorrow."

"Me too!" Simon grinned.

Meg raised an eyebrow, a little confused. "Why?"

Simon explained, "Basically, today everyone is taking the test, and by tonight, everyone will be curious about each other's scores."

"For the people they like, the higher the score, the better. But for people they don't like, they'll hope for the lowest score possible," Veronica added.

"And if someone knows their enemy has a really low score, some people might even want the whole world to know," Simon added with a smirk.

Meg sighed. "Tomorrow's going to be chaos."

"Of course!" Veronica nodded. "I can't wait to see how this all plays out tomorrow."

Wallace shook his head. "I didn't think you two were like this."

"Heh!" Simon scoffed, "I don't believe you're not interested in the drama."

"Of course I am!" Wallace said without hesitation.

"You guys are ridiculous," Meg remarked, shaking her head in exasperation.

After school, Simon bid farewell to Meg, who was heading to cheerleading practice, and went to his part-time job at BuyMore Supermarket.

After changing into his work clothes, Simon saw Chuck near the repair station, so he walked over.

"Hey…" Just as Simon was about to greet him, the system alert suddenly went off.

Ding! Chuck Bartowski has loaded the protagonist module!

Ding! Found protagonist Chuck Bartowski of "Supermarket Agent". Do you want to sign in?

"Sign in!" Though Simon was a bit confused by the sudden prompt, he chose to sign in without thinking.

Ding! Congratulations, host, you have loaded the Intersect 1.0 database (1%). Sign in for 99 more days to unlock the full system.

Intersect System: A system that stores classified NSA and CIA information. All data is encrypted and transformed into thousands of images. Key information is flashed when encountered.

"Simon? Simon? Are you okay?" Chuck's voice broke through Simon's daze.

"I'm fine, really!" Simon snapped back to reality, then asked, "By the way, I saw you guys gathered over there. What happened?"

Simon had noticed that most of the repair department staff were gathered around. The group included Anna Wu, an Indian man named Lester Patel, and a rather neurotic Jeff Barnes.

Chuck glanced at Morgan, who was walking over. "Nothing much. One of the display machines got infected by the Erin DeMova virus and crashed. As for why—someone searched some inappropriate sites."

"Okay~" Simon gave Morgan a shocked look. To think he'd be searching porn sites in the middle of a public workplace, what a guy.

"Dudes, check it out, a blonde hottie!" Morgan suddenly pointed out.

Chuck didn't believe him. "No way!"

But when Chuck looked up, he indeed saw a stunning blonde woman walking toward him.

"Am I interrupting you guys?" the blonde asked with a smile.

"Of course not! Not at all!" Chuck stammered, clearly flustered.

"Hi, I'm Morgan. This is Chuck. And this is Simon, who already has a girlfriend," Morgan introduced with a grin.

Simon could only shrug at Morgan's introduction. What else could he say?

"Wow, can't believe parents actually name their kids Chuck or Morgan in this day and age," the blonde woman joked.

Chuck quickly tried to explain, "My parents are a bit... well, you know, and he—he was picked up from a dumpster."

"But they treat me like their own," Morgan added with a smirk.

Chuck then asked, "Is there anything I can help you with... uh..."

"Sara," the blonde woman replied.

"Sara?"

"I came here for this." She pulled a flip phone from her bag.

Chuck immediately recognized it. "IntelliPhone? No problem!"

He took the phone and said, "The back cover has a loose screw. Tighten it with a screwdriver quickly, and it'll be as good as new."

After fixing the phone and putting the battery back in, Chuck handed it over to Sara.

Taking the phone, Sara looked impressed. "Wow, you tech geeks are amazing."

"Call us geniuses, because this is the Genius Repair Department," Chuck said, with a self-deprecating grin.

"Excuse me, excuse me!" Just then, a man with a video camera and a young girl in a ballet outfit came over to Chuck.

"I'm in trouble. I don't know what went wrong. I recorded everything, but now I can't playback the footage," the man said, panicked.

Seeing his distress, Chuck reassured him, "Don't worry, let me take a look."

He took the camera and began inspecting it.

However, when he opened it, he frowned. "You didn't insert the tape, sir."

"But it's a digital camera!" the man said, confused.

"Oh my god," Simon muttered under his breath, unable to help but feel dumbfounded.

"Yes! But you need an SD memory card," Chuck explained.

"Oh no, her mom's going to kill me!" the man said, his face falling.

The little girl also looked disappointed.

Seeing their reactions, as well as Sara's expectant look, Chuck said, "Morgan, set up the TV wall!"