Overpowered Broadcast System

Chapter 151: The Ultimate Stag Night Party (1/2)

Early morning, at seven o’clock.josei

The sky was just about to dawn, the outline of the sun was already showing, and the quiet Qingfeng Guan was ready to welcome the first rays of the day.

Ning Fei had already woken up, as he was traditionally an early riser.

At this time, a sudden barking sound came from the courtyard.

“Kiri, Kiri~”

The first two barks were relatively short, and the third was elongated, as if it was barking with all its might.

“Little Fei?”

Hearing the call, Ning Fei walked over curiously.

He saw that Little Fei was standing on the rocking chair, craning his neck and barking.

“Kiri, Kiri~”

Little Fei called out again.

Ning Fei instantly laughed and said, “Good fellow, this is only less than half a month old, and it’s all learned to crow!”

Roosters crowing was an instinctive talent that was stimulated by light, hence the saying that roosters announce the dawn.

A normal young rooster will only crow when it is four months old. Roosters raised on feed in greenhouses, which consume more hormones, will crow earlier, at the earliest, when they are two and a half months old.

Little Fei’s yellow feathers had not yet completely faded and he was just a baby chicken, but he had already awakened his racial talent?

Amazing!

The little fox was also woken up by Fei, and raised his head to look around in a haze for a few moments, before he went back to sleep, resting on his fluffy fox doll.

The little dog was lying on its back in the pet house, half of its body inside and half outside, shaped like Spike the dog from Cat and Mouse, sleeping soundly.

Ning Fei had planned to go for a morning run, and when he saw the little dog’s appearance, he couldn’t bear to wake it up.

“Little Fei, you’re running with me today.”

“Let’s go.”

Wearing his sweatshirt, Ning Fei opened the door of the Taoist temple, stepped on the leaves that had already accumulated in a layer, walked down the steps and ran outside.

Little Fei also followed closely behind.

Little Fei was fast enough to keep up with Ning Fei, but its general physical strength, far from being able to compare with Little Dog.

After running for a while, when Ning Fei saw how hard Little Fei was trying, he also picked it up and held it in his right hand. The right hand was fixed in front of his chest. He only used his left arm to swing his arms and ran forward.

When he was happy to run, Ning Fei would also raise his right hand high in the air to let Little Fei feel and it was like to fly through the air.

Ning Fei could feel it. The little one was very excited. He was chirping and chattering.

Surrounded by the free wind and feeling the flow of air, Little Fei was once again determined that it wanted to fly.

Flying is its goal.

He wants to be a “flying chicken”.

Some chickens, they only know how to bow their heads and peck rice to find insects every day. There is only one thing to eat in a lifetime, and the ultimate fate is to become food on the table.

If Little Fei had been born on a farm, he might have had the same fate.

But now that it was born in Qingfeng Guan, it has eaten body-altering avian feed.

In other words, it has a new start, a new platform, it had a new goal.

Maybe it’s also because of Ning Fei’s existence. It has a certain influence on it imperceptibly.

After running for about thirty minutes or so, Ning Fei returned to the Taoist temple.

By this time the little dog had already woken up. When he saw Ning Fei return, he rushed up to the dog and it sounded as if he was saying why he hadn’t brought it with him.

“You were still sleeping? I’ll call you next time.”

Ning Fei stroked its little head and explained, before the little dog happily wagged its tail again.

In the morning, when Ning Fei was broadcasting live, he took the autumn pear paste out of the fridge, found two wooden bowls, and poured some of it in.

The sticky autumn pear paste was dark brown in colour with a slight sheen on it, these were the boiled out essence, which was very helpful to the body.

Then, he poured some water into the bowl and stirred the autumn pear paste and water together.

This kind of Autumn Pear Paste tastes good when you drink it, sweet with a few hints of lily and Luo Han Guo. And after drinking it, I felt extraordinarily comfortable.

Ning Fei drank the autumn pear paste and chatted with his online friends.

“Tomorrow Yong Tao is getting married, I have to go over to help out this afternoon.”

“I shouldn’t be able to broadcast live tomorrow, so I’m taking the day off.”

Hearing Ning Fei’s words, the netizens instantly responded by sending pop-ups.

“Ning Guan wants to take a day off? Please don’t!”

“Yeah, it’s hard to not be able to see Ning’s live stream.”

“Master Ning is live every day from 9am to 9pm, and when he goes into the mountains he starts at 7am, so he’s already considered a model worker among anchors.”

“How about a live broadcast of the wedding.”

“Yes, yes, yes, live stream the wedding and we’ll give that ranger a red packet.”