Shared Talent: Traveling through a hundred worlds simultaneously

The sound of raindrops pattering on the green eaves of the Emerald Palace always reminded Su Chen of afternoons in his rural hometown before he transmigrated.

At that time, he was still a human being.

Now, he looked down at his orange and black tiger paws, which were covered with a little flour.

"Boss Su! Another bowl of Dan Dan noodles, please! Extra chili oil!"

"Okay, coming right away!"

Su Chen skillfully tossed the noodles, his broad, powerful palms and nimble fingers working together seamlessly.

His "Tiger's Noodle Shop" is located on the busiest street corner in Heping Valley, and it is packed with diners from early morning to late at night every day.

As a large male tiger, he wore a simple blue apron with a faded towel tied around his waist, which looked both incongruous and harmonious.

Three years ago, when Su Chen first transmigrated here, he was terrified.

He found himself transformed into a random passerby in the world of Kung Fu Panda.

A tiger selling noodles in the Valley of Peace.

There was no cheat code, no martial arts manual, and they didn't even know if they had any talent for martial arts.

For the first few months, he looked forward to the sudden sound of "System binding successful" in his mind, or to accidentally finding a peerless martial arts manual.

But nothing happened.

“Perhaps this is fate,” Su Chen finally came to terms with it. “Not every time traveler has to save the world.”

He decided to settle for the status quo, combining his business acumen from his previous life with the strength of this tiger's body, and improved the family's noodle recipe, adding new varieties such as Dan Dan noodles, Zha Jiang noodles, and hot dry noodles.

In just one year, "Tiger's Noodle Shop" became more famous than all the other noodle shops in Peace Valley, and even the kung fu masters from the Jade Palace would occasionally come down the mountain to taste it.

The most frequent visitor is a round, chubby panda.

"Boss Su! Give me three bowls of Dan Dan noodles! No, five bowls!" Every time, A Bao would lean over the counter, his eyes sparkling as he watched Su Chen busy in the kitchen. "My dad said I broke three bowls again today, but I was really just practicing my 'Invincible Thunder Claw'!"

Su Chen put the noodles into the pot and smiled, "A Bao, true kung fu doesn't necessarily involve breaking things; sometimes it's just about holding on tightly and preventing things from falling."

"Wow, that sounds so philosophical!" Abao looked at him with admiration. "Boss Su, why don't you learn kung fu? You're so strong, you could definitely become a great hero!"

Su Chen shook his head and chuckled: "The martial world isn't just about fighting and killing, A Bao. For me, making sure every customer has a bowl of hot, satisfying noodles and watching them leave happily is my 'kung fu'."

“But…” Abao wanted to say something, but the aroma of the noodles made him forget his words instantly.

Looking at the young panda, Su Chen felt a mix of emotions.

He knew that Po was destined to become the Dragon Warrior, defeat Taro, and protect the Valley of Peace.

He was merely a backdrop in this grand story.

But even a background figure has their own way of being a background figure.

Abao comes almost every day, not only to eat noodles, but also to confide in others.

His father, Goose Boss, hoped he would inherit the noodle shop, but Po longed for the Jade Palace and Kung Fu.

Su Chen often listened to his rambling while he kneaded the dough, occasionally chiming in with a word or two.

“My dad will never understand me,” Po said sullenly, stirring the noodles with his paws. “He says kung fu is all show and no substance, and the real hero is the one who can stretch noodles long and chewy.”

“Your father loves you,” Su Chen stopped what he was doing, “but everyone has their own path to walk. If you truly believe that kung fu is your path, then prove it—not with words, but with actions.”

"How can you prove it?" Abao looked up, his clear black and white eyes filled with anticipation.

"Start by practicing every day, even if it's just the most basic movements. True skill isn't about how fancy the moves are, but about consistent practice day after day."

Ah Bao nodded thoughtfully, and left refreshed after finishing his noodles.

Such conversations are repeated almost every day.

Su Chen became A Bao's unofficial spiritual mentor, using his wisdom from his past life and his life experience in this life to guide this confused panda.

Sometimes he wonders what it would be like if he had the chance to learn kung fu.

But whenever the thought crossed his mind, he would look at his busy noodle shop and the customers waiting for their food, then shake his head and continue working.

The change occurred on that famous fireworks day.

Everyone in the Valley of Peace gathered in the plaza at the foot of the Emerald Palace, waiting for Master Oogway to choose the Dragon Warrior.

Su Chen also temporarily closed his shop and went to watch the excitement with his neighbors. When the fireworks exploded and Po descended from the sky and was mistaken for the Dragon Warrior, Su Chen was one of the few in the crowd who was not surprised.

"See? I told you he could do it." The rabbit lady next to him rolled her eyes. "And that panda? He can't even walk straight without tripping!"

Su Chen simply smiled.

Later, when the Jade Palace sent someone to invite Ah Bao up the mountain, Boss Goose was extremely anxious.

Su Chen calmly said to him, "Let A Bao go. He has his mission. Your noodle shop will be fine. If needed, I can teach you some tricks to attract customers."

In the days that followed, Su Chen witnessed A Bao's struggles and growth.

Every morning, he could see that round figure struggling to climb the high steps of the Emerald Palace.

Sometimes Abao would come down the mountain to eat noodles. He had dark circles under his eyes and bruises all over his body, but his eyes were getting brighter and brighter.

"My master said I've improved! Although it's still slow, I finally didn't smash my own foot during the 'Iron Finger Zen' practice today!"

“Progress doesn’t happen overnight, Abao.” Su Chen added an extra poached egg for him. “It’s like kneading dough. At first, it’s always sticky, but after repeated kneading, it becomes smooth and elastic.”

When the Dragon Scroll incident occurred, the entire Valley of Peace was shrouded in the shadow of Taro's impending escape.

The kung fu masters of the Jade Palace were on high alert, while the villagers began stockpiling food and preparing to take refuge.

Su Chen's noodle shop remained open as usual.

"Boss Su, aren't you afraid?" asked a regular customer with a raccoon dog. "I've heard that Taro is the most vicious criminal in history, and even a kung fu master like Tigress might not be a match for him."

Su Chen placed the cooked noodles on the table: "Fear cannot solve problems. Taro's escape was unfortunate, but the Valley of Peace has the Emerald Palace, kung fu masters, and—" He paused, "" "Ah Bao."

"That panda?" the guests asked in disbelief.

“Don’t underestimate him,” Su Chen said seriously. “I’ve met many customers. Some of them look ordinary, but they have extraordinary inner strength. A Bao is one of them.”

When news of Taro's escape from prison arrived, the Valley of Peace was thrown into panic.

The masters of the Jade Palace went to intercept them but were all defeated.

Su Chen closed the noodle shop, climbed onto the roof, and looked towards the Emerald Palace in the distance. He could see lightning slicing through the night sky and hear the deafening roar of battle.

At that moment, he did consider doing something.

As a time traveler, he at least knew the plot's direction and that A Bao would ultimately win.

But as an ordinary Tiger Noodle Shop owner, all he could do was wait and trust.

The final battle took place in the Emerald Palace, and the ground trembled throughout the Valley of Peace.

As dawn broke and the first rays of sunlight touched the valley, the news arrived.

Taro was defeated, and Po saved the Valley of Peace. The Valley of Peace was in an uproar.

The villagers flocked to the streets to celebrate, and the sound of firecrackers echoed through the valley.

Su Chen reopened the noodle shop, preparing to offer free noodles for a day as a celebration.

That afternoon, Abao arrived at the noodle shop surrounded by a group of cheering villagers.

He looked different—not in appearance, but in the confidence and calm that emanated from within.

"Boss Su! I did it!" Abao hugged him, almost knocking Su Chen over.

“I’ve always believed you would.” Su Chen patted his back. “Now, what would you like to eat? It’s on me today.”

"I want to eat—" Abao's eyes darted around, "Ten bowls of your best Dan Dan noodles!"

A burst of laughter erupted from the noodle shop.

Su Chen started kneading the dough, while A Bao recounted the battle in detail.

The guests sat around listening, occasionally letting out exclamations of amazement.

When Po mentioned the secret of the Dragon Scroll, Su Chen interjected, "So, the true power has always been within your own heart."

Abao was stunned, then suddenly realized: "Just like you've always said!"

“I was just reminding you of something you already knew.” Su Chen put the noodles into the pot. “Everyone has their own ‘dragon scroll,’ A Bao. For me, it’s the smile that makes the customer leave satisfied.”

The celebration banquet lasted until late at night.

After the last group of customers left, Su Chen began cleaning the noodle shop.

Moonlight streamed through the window, casting dappled shadows on the wooden floor.

He recalled his past self before he traveled through time, an ordinary human being working day after day in a cubicle.

At that time, he craved excitement and dreamed of an extraordinary life.

Now, he truly lives in a world full of kung fu and legends, yet he has chosen the most ordinary path.

But being ordinary does not mean being meaningless.

A few days later, the Valley of Peace returned to its former tranquility.

Po officially becomes the Dragon Warrior, continues to learn kung fu at the Jade Palace, and occasionally goes down the mountain to eat noodles.

Su Chen's noodle shop business is booming, as the name "the noodle shop most loved by the Dragon Hero" attracts customers from all directions.

One evening, after closing time, Su Chen climbed onto the roof and gazed at the Peace Valley, which was bathed in the golden light of the setting sun.

The outline of the Emerald Palace loomed in the twilight in the distance, while wisps of smoke rose from chimneys nearby, and children chased and played in the streets.

A gray pigeon landed on the eaves and tilted its head to look at him.

“You look very content, Mr. Tiger,” said the pigeon in a clear voice.

Su Chen nodded: "Yes. I have my noodle shop, my customers, and my life."

"But don't you ever regret not pursuing a higher level? Like kung fu?" the pigeon asked curiously.

Su Chen was silent for a moment, then said, "Kung Fu has many forms. I choose to create happiness in my own way. A bowl of noodles, a conversation, a peaceful night. This too is kung fu, the kung fu of life."

The pigeon seemed lost in thought, then spread its wings and flew into the darkening sky.

Su Chen took a deep breath of the fresh air of Peace Valley and returned to the noodle shop.

Tomorrow, the sun will rise as usual, the noodle shop will be open as usual, and Abao may or may not come.

But in any case, this is his world—ordinary, warm, and real.

And he, a time-traveling tiger noodle shop owner, found his place in this legendary world.

Not every hero needs to stand in the spotlight. For some heroes, the battlefield is the kitchen, the weapon is a rolling pin, and the victory is the satisfied smile of the guests.

This is the story of Su Chen, the legend of an ordinary passerby.

In the hall.

"I never imagined this path could lead me to become a spiritual mentor."

"I still think it's better to keep the power in our own hands."

In addition, there are other newcomers from the world of super-intelligent football.

That newcomer, thanks to being born into a skilled family, achieved financial freedom again at a young age.

Therefore, he is particularly interested in intelligent robots that can generate emotions in his own world and are used to play football.

I often go there to watch the games.

I became a fan.

The setting sun after PE class always casts long shadows.

Su Chen climbed over the back wall of the school, landed lightly, and dusted off his hands.

He had long noticed the light-haired boy who always quietly gazed into the distance from the corner—Natsume Takashi.

Today, his gaze seemed to fall on the "empty" forest outside the wall.

“You can see it too, right?” Su Chen didn’t beat around the bush and walked straight up to Xia Mu, his voice filled with the long-suppressed excitement of finding a kindred spirit.

Natsume's pupils contracted slightly, and he subconsciously took a half step back, an instinctive alertness when his secret was suddenly exposed.

But Su Chen's eyes were too bright; there was no inquiry, no fear, only an almost burning, pure longing.

“I don’t belong here…or rather, I don’t belong to ‘normal’.” Su Chen looked towards the forest, where a low-level spirit, invisible to ordinary people, was slowly drifting by. “But I know you belong to that world. If you don’t mind, could you show me around? I’m all alone…and I’m so excited I don’t know what to do.”

Natsume was stunned.

He had heard too many stories of fear and alienation born from "seeing," but this was the first time someone had rejoiced over it and reached out to him so openly.

That panic seemed to have quietly subsided under the person's honest gaze.

……

Meanwhile, Su Chen, who shared his experiences as a newcomer from Natsume's Book of Friends, wakes up.

"So that's why you didn't share your power. It turns out it's because you're so curious about your world."

“If I hadn’t come here, I would definitely have hoped to gain power, but now that I’m here, I want to make the experience more interesting.”

Most ordinary people don't yearn for extraordinary things, but rather hope that some unimaginable mysterious events will happen to them.

Often, after these things happen, they find it hard to accept them. But as someone with memories of two lifetimes, and now in a world he knows well, how could he not want to explore such a mysterious world?

So, after saying goodbye to his other selves, this newcomer returned to his own world, deciding to experience this everyday, warm, yet absurd world firsthand. (End of Chapter)