Reborn in 2010, the AI ​​in my mind is too powerful.

It's about a two-kilometer walk from Studio Green to Acme supermarket.

Chen Yiran only realized after going outside that in Newark in January, the difference between two kilometers and twenty kilometers was the difference between freezing to death and freezing stiff.

There weren't many people on the road, and occasionally a car would whiz by, splashing up a puddle of icy water.

Ah, it seems I didn't actually walk there by myself in my past life; I hitched a ride with my senior to the supermarket the next day.

He wrapped his down jacket tighter around himself and walked forward with his head down.

Jasmine, however, was quite relaxed in her mind: "Your heart rate is even higher now than when you took the ELI exam."

"Nonsense, you don't have to freeze during exams."

[It is recommended that you increase your walking speed to increase heat production.]

"Don't you have any more constructive suggestions? Everyone else who is reborn has a powerful system, how come you're so useless?"

I am using your brain model.

"...Are you being sarcastic?"

【I don't!】

We chatted as we walked for about twenty minutes until we finally saw the Acme sign. It was a small square with a row of low houses, and Acme occupied the largest space. Next to it were a CVS pharmacy, a Dollar Tree store, and a few other small shops.

Upon entering the supermarket, I first located the Citizens Bank counter.

A middle-aged white woman was sitting in a small window.

Chen Yiran handed over her passport, I-20, and student card, saying she wanted to open an account.

The teller flipped through his documents and began operating the system with practiced ease.

International students don't need an SSN to open an account; a passport and I-20 are enough. She gave him an account opening form to fill out, and it was done in a few minutes.

The credit card won't arrive at my home for another week, but my account is already receiving payments. The teller gave me a sheet of paper with the information I needed printed on it: account number, bank routing number, SWIFT code, and bank address.

These are the things I need for remittance. After I get back, I'll send the information to my parents, and they can transfer the money to my account at the bank.

Chen Yiran folded the paper and stuffed it into the inside pocket of her down jacket along with her passport, then started shopping at the supermarket.

After casually buying some grapes and milk, Chen Yiran mentally prepared herself and started walking home.

The return journey was even more difficult than the way there. I was carrying a bag of fruit, and the wind was blowing in through my collar, making my ears ache from the cold.

Things are alright now, but next month, Delaware will experience its biggest snowfall in a century. I absolutely must get my car sorted out before then.

After walking for about a kilometer, I heard a car horn behind me.

A silver-gray Volkswagen CC slowly pulled up, its window rolled down halfway.

"Hey, are you Chinese? Where are you going? Are you Green?"

Chen Yiran instinctively wanted to refuse.

Having lived in the United States for several years, he knew the importance of not getting into a stranger's car. Even today at ELI, the first thing the English teachers do when assessing English isn't the assessment itself, but rather repeatedly emphasizing not to get into a stranger's car.

He was about to wave his hand and say no, but then he realized that the person in front of him could not be considered a stranger.

"Are you a freshman? Are you going to the phone number section? I live there too, it's on my way, and I'm Chinese too!"

He looked to be in his early twenties, wearing black-rimmed glasses and a North Face windbreaker, with the standard "I'm a good guy" smile on his face.

Isn't that an old man?

In his past life, the old man was one of the senior students he met at the gym. He helped him with his address verification, guided him through his driver's license test, and even drove him to move. Although they had a lot of contact, they were only casual acquaintances. The main reason was that the old man was very helpful; he would offer to help any Chinese freshman he met.

Because of his clothing style, which made him look too much like an old cadre, he was given the nickname "Old Man".

Xu Li is from Jiangsu; his family owns a factory. Chen Yiran couldn't remember exactly which factory, but it seemed to be textiles or clothing. He was quite wealthy, had a quirky sense of humor, and was very flamboyant, which was quite out of character for his father's old-fashioned taste.

Then, during his sophomore year, something happened in his family. Chen Yiran didn't know the specifics, only that his family suddenly returned to China and never came back. At that time, WeChat had just become popular, and after Renren shut down, many people gradually lost contact with each other.

Just as Chen Yiran was about to put the fruit bag inside, Xu Li joked, "Wait, you don't recognize me? You just came up like this?"

Chen Yiran was taken aback.

"Didn't ELI tell you not to get into strangers' cars? What's wrong with you? If you act like this in America, you'll definitely get sold. Here's my student ID, consider it proof. Get in."

Yes, that suits the old man's personality perfectly.

Chen Yiran still stubbornly insisted, "I didn't just randomly get in. I just sent your license plate number to my classmate. If there's any problem, you'll pay with your life."

"Wow, that's impressive. Which building do you live in?"

"Building 13, what about you?"

Xu Li asked in surprise, "You're a freshman, right? You look like one. How come you're living in the computer lab area?"

"I saw the news online that the digital zone was newer, and I asked directly in the office yesterday, and they said I've been moved to the digital zone."

Xu Li was even more surprised and quickly asked, "No way, is that possible? How long was your contract?"

"It's still according to the school's schedule, only two months. A formal extension will be given after two months. Where are you staying? Is it also near the Green Number area?"

"I live in Building 10, right next to you. I'll leave my phone number later, so call me if you need anything. There are still 3 days before school starts, so take advantage of these 3 days to buy everything you need. You can't buy a car, but you should at least buy a bicycle, though it's a bit cold now. What grade are you in? If we're going the same way, you can hitch a ride with me in the morning."

Finally, I can show off a little. Chen Yiran calmly said, "Level 6."

Xu Li: "No way, there are people who can directly get to level 6? Why don't you just take the TOEFL? Why do you have to come here to study language? That's so stupid."

Chen Yiran realized she had made a mistake. Looking at it now, setting the price at L6 really seemed a bit foolish, so she could only blame the agent: "I got ripped off by the agent."

The issue of agencies ripping people off is always a favorite topic among international students.

Xu Li nodded and said, "That's normal. I found out I got ripped off after I got here. I spent 90,000 yuan applying to schools, while my classmates only spent 40,000 or 50,000 yuan. How much did you spend?"

"It was alright. It was recommended by an acquaintance, not too bad. It cost me a little over 4 yuan."

After all, it was only a little over a kilometer away, and after chatting for a few minutes, we arrived at Chen Yiran's building.

Xu Li took out his phone and said, "Here, let me give you my number. Are you planning to buy a car? If you are, you need to get your proof of address sorted out quickly. If you live in Studio Green, you can only have one utility bill, plus a bank one, and take that to the DMV. Here, you need two different proofs of address to take the test, and they have to be within the last 60 days. Oh, and there's the I-94."

The two exchanged phone numbers and agreed to go to IKEA together the next day. Coincidentally, two other people were also going and would be riding in Xu Li's car.

The next day, the kind-hearted old man Xu Li took Chen Yiran and two other girls to IKEA.

One of them, Liu Ya, was someone Chen Yiran had only met in his previous life and wasn't familiar with; the other, Lin Xiuxiu, was a prominent figure among the Chinese students in Delaware. There was no other reason than her exceptionally outstanding modeling skills; from the very first day she arrived, she had admirers.

These two had actually arrived just one term earlier than Chen Yiran, which was two months earlier. They had just moved from the letter zone to building number 12 and were sharing a two-bedroom apartment.

After learning that Chen Yiran's single room actually had two rooms, and that Den was not small and had windows, making it habitable, the two of them felt a little uncomfortable.

Since they were both fresh out of school and not from wealthy families, the $500 difference between a single and double room made them feel that the money was not well spent.

Lin Xiuxiu: "I'm so angry! Didn't they say that den didn't have windows? Everyone said it didn't have windows, so we didn't even look at that floor plan."

Chen Yiran comforted her, "But your living room and kitchen are much bigger, and that window in the den is very small."

Having already lived two lives and tasted the finest delicacies, Chen Yiran wasn't thinking about anything happening. But since she was a beautiful woman, Chen Yiran's voice unconsciously softened a bit.

Jasmine is trying to get attention again. [Your emotions seem off; your tone has changed. Are you sick?]

"Go into hibernation, go play by yourself."

They chatted all the way to IKEA. IKEA's layout was clear, and they could quickly buy everything they needed. However, with two girls in the group, it was bound to be a bit slower. Chen Yiran couldn't understand why the two chairs had to jump around for so long, nor could she understand the saying that red and yellow sheets represented different moods.

Despite some bumps and stumbles, the four of them managed to complete their shopping. Having experienced the agony of mattress repairs in her past life, Chen Yiran simply opted to buy two mattresses and stack them. Xu Li praised her highly, noting that many people did the same.

The two girls hesitated for a moment, but still bought the bed. They left their delivery address at the counter and then returned to Newark.

Xu Li also took a few people to the bamboo garden for a meal.

Bamboo House is arguably the only decent Chinese restaurant in this small village of Newark. Chen Yiran used to come here at least three times a week in his past life; the double-flavored shrimp is his favorite.

Afterwards, they went to the main street, where there is the only Chinese supermarket in New Zealand, Old Wang Supermarket. There aren't many restaurants that deliver food in small towns, so even if you don't cook, you have to buy some fast food to keep on hand to survive. Chen Yiran was even more prepared, buying a large amount of high-calorie chocolate in advance for the operation of Jasmine, which earned her admiring looks from the three of them.

After all the purchases were made, everyone went home. Of course, Chen Yiran also left the phone numbers of the two girls.

The group also agreed to go shopping again tomorrow.

You should go to Christiana Mallmall, which is the largest shopping mall in the area; locals even just call it "mall".

Although every Delaware international student's final shopping choice is the King of Prussia in Philadelphia, which is high-end and classy, ​​with all kinds of big brands from Hermès and LV to Montblanc and Coach.

But the mall is a necessity for newcomers; it contains what Chen Yiran needs most right now.

The Apple Store. His HP laptop is passable for watching movies and video chatting with his parents, but it's nowhere near as good as an Apple computer. Besides, with the focus shifting towards AI, even a layman like him knows how terrible Windows is.