Chapter 8 Weird Kid 8
Accompanied by the sound of light rain, it was already pitch black outside when dinner ended.
After cleaning up the kitchen together, the other two families went back to their respective homes.
The night in the countryside is quiet. When Yan Xia woke up, the first ray of morning sunlight had already come out, and Yan Ji beside him still had his eyes closed.
Yan Xia glanced at the earplugs on his brother's ears. They were clearly not on before he went to bed. Thinking about the circle of chickens in the backyard, it didn't seem strange that he would get up in the middle of the night to plug his ears.
Yan Xia got out of bed quietly and changed her clothes. As soon as she went out, she met a staff member carrying a camera. She didn't know how long she had been waiting. It turned out that the high-paid workers were all dedicated.
The aunt and uncle I met yesterday are not at home now. There is still a lot of work to do in the fields in the countryside in August, and it is too hot during the day. I guess they want to do more work in the cool early morning.
Yan Xia walked around the house and then wandered around the yard for a while. Because it rained last night, the air in the morning was so fresh that it could be sold on the plateau.
Ten dollars a bag, you can’t lose anything or get cheated.
Breathing in the air that smelled like ten-yuan air, Yan Xia staggered to the chicken coop, where the chickens inside were poking the corn kernels on the ground with great energy, and clucking from time to time.
Thanks to the translator that Brother Fo had temporarily written for Yan Xia, he understood what she heard this time. He saw Hen 1 laying an egg, and Hen 2 walking beside it, clucking loudly, "I laid it! I laid it!"
Big hen 3456… was not willing to be outdone: “It was me! It was me!”
It is true that the bolder the chicken, the more prolific the eggs. They are very good at lying about their performance.
Yan Xia stood at the door of the chicken coop and watched with interest, clucking along as he watched.
After chuckling, Yan Xia took a look at the translated content and paused. There were four big words written on the page...
"I'll beat you to death!"
Yan Xia: “???”
What's going on?
He obviously wanted to join this big family of falsely reporting performance, but he just wanted to say something like - it was me.
How did he become the chicken-pecking king? He really has no hobby of beating chickens, and he is not here to break up this family.
The chickens in that chicken coop obviously didn't think so. They stopped crowing one by one, as if they were really afraid of being beaten to death by the evolved chickens from outside.
Yan Xia, who was standing at the entrance of the chicken coop, also fell silent. This improvised program was indeed not very reliable, and the multi-language skills that had been implanted previously did not seem very reliable either.
Yan Xia walked away without hearing any chicken talk. On the way back, he suddenly had an idea. He seemed to understand the meaning of what Brother Fo said yesterday about talking like a baby.
Isn't it just like a baby, who repeats a word he knows many times?
What he is capable of is somewhat violent, and he is also a local evil force.
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After Yan Xia returned to the front yard, he sat idly on the small bench at the door. He entered his sea of consciousness and filled in the questions on the feedback form.
When he finished filling it and walked outside the vegetable garden, thinking about waiting for the aunt to come back and ask if he could pick two tomatoes to eat, their group's accompanying PD Tan Yi came in from the courtyard gate.
Tan Yi exclaimed, "You got up pretty early."
Yan Xia politely reciprocated the favor and replied, "It's not too late for you."
He was just a little bit later than the cameraman. The difference between a diligent worker and a slacking worker was obvious at a glance.
Tan Yi: “…”
I always feel like there's something else this kid says. What's going on?
He must be overthinking it.
Seeing the child squatting on the ground and staring at the vegetable garden, Tan Yi emphasized, "According to the program rules, guests cannot take ingredients from fellow villagers without permission."
Yan Xia felt a little regretful, "I just took a look, this tomato looks quite like a tomato."
Tan Yi: “…”
You look like a child.
It's him, the adult, who doesn't understand.
I thought my philosophical talk was over. Tan Yidong looked around and asked, "Where's your dad? Hasn't he gotten up yet?"
Yan Xia nodded, "Yeah."
After saying that, he also explained, "The chickens in the backyard are too noisy."
Tan Yi understood instantly, with an expression of approval on his face, "Indeed."
Looks like a victim of early morning crowing as well.
After chatting for a while, Tan Yi went back to work. Several staff members gathered together and no one knew what they were discussing.
Yan Xia was still squatting on the ground, staring at the red tomatoes in the vegetable garden in the distance. After a few glances, he decided to get up and go into the house. His brother should have woken up by now.
But before Yan Xia could stand up completely, his upper body suddenly bent uncontrollably, and his whole body was in a forward-bending warm-up posture.
Yan Xia: “???”
What kind of logic is this?
As soon as the doubt flashed through Yan Xia's mind, he noticed that the laces of one of his feet had come undone.
While tying his shoelaces, Yan Xia felt as if something was wrong. When did the background program become so detailed that it even began to regulate clothing?
Can't he just wear it without lacing up his shoes?
It turns out that it is okay not to tie shoelaces, because after Yan Xia tied the loose shoelaces, the forward bending posture did not change at all. He even untied the shoelaces on the other side and tied them again, but there was no change.
The cameraman was still standing a few meters away, filming diligently. Yan Xia could only support himself with his hands on the ground, pretending that he was warming up, but in fact he had already thought of all the reasonable logics he could think of.
He thought so hard that he almost took off his shoes and walked barefoot, but he still couldn't figure it out.
Just when Yan Xia really thought about whether he should put on slippers, the hand that was perfunctorily touching the ground suddenly became stronger, and the force seemed to be about to press a hole in the ground.
At the same time, Yan Xia was horrified to find that...
His feet were off the ground!
Off the ground!
it’s done!
This is not the end. After his feet left the ground and were straight on the ground, he suddenly turned 180 degrees and exchanged them with his palms.
Everything happened so fast that when Yan Xia came back to his senses from his shock, he had already turned several times in a backflip position and was still spinning. The arc was so perfect that it looked like a running hamster treadmill.
The cameraman's hand not far away trembled visibly. Even the several staff members of the program crew who were discussing their work fell silent and all looked at the child who started doing backflips so early in the morning.
The audience in the live broadcast room were also shocked, and the originally few comments suddenly increased.
【？ ？ ？ ？ ？ 】
【！ ！ ！】
[Now the children are already curled up like this? ? ]
[Okay, I know I'm here to make up the numbers, no need to remind me.]
[I looked at my brother who was still sleeping soundly and fell into silence. ]
[How long does it take to reach this level? ]
[We are both human beings, so what makes you stand out? ]
Yan Xia, who was still spinning and jumping in the yard, felt very angry.
Without the slightest hesitation, he shouted frantically in his sea of consciousness: "Brother, brother, brother! Big brother! Big brother! Yan Ji!! Help! ah ah ah ah ah!!"
He can't stop!!
"Yan Ji! Big brother! Dad! Save the child!!"
Yan Ji, who ran down barefoot after hearing the sound, said: “…………”
Yan Xia was very sharp and caught a glimpse of his brother's figure out of the corner of his eye. The voice in his mind was like a death urge: "Save me, save me, save me..."
Yan Ji stood there without moving, and his mind quickly pressed the restore button in his sea of consciousness.
Yan Xia, who was spinning like a top, finally stopped and stood straight. It took him several seconds to recover.
Until Yi Lixiao's voice rang out at the gate of the courtyard, "Xiao Xia, you are really amazing! How many years have you been practicing?"
Yi Lixiao's voice of exclamation was a little breathless, and there was a lot of sweat on his forehead. It was obvious that he had just come back from a morning run and stopped when he passed by.
Yan Xia was choked. How could he explain this? He didn't even know he had practiced it before.
"About three or four years," Yan Xia said vaguely.
Yi Lixiao gave a thumbs up and said, "You are really persistent."
Yan Xia accepted the compliment that didn't belong to him with a stiff smile.
Fortunately, Yi Lixiao was thinking about his son who was still sleeping at home, so he didn't ask any more questions. He just said hello to Yan Ji and left.
Yan Xia and Yan Ji were left staring at each other in the yard.
Yan Xia looked at his brother's bare feet. Yan Ji avoided his gaze and got to the point in one sentence, "What happened just now?"
Yan Xia walked towards his brother's direction, and the voice in his sea of consciousness was very depressed, "I don't know, it just started to turn all of a sudden."
He didn't even notify me. He was young and had no moral principles. He still feels a little dizzy now.
Yan Xia immediately opened the dialog box as he walked, preparing to throw a few 60-second voice packets to Brother Fo.
As if knowing what he was thinking, Yan Ji stopped talking and went upstairs to pack up.
Unfortunately, after the voice message was sent, I didn’t get an immediate explanation. Brother Fo just gave a reply saying wait.
Until they finished breakfast and Feng Lele and his son came to find them to go fishing, Yan Xia still hadn't received any new news from Brother Fo.
It seems to be an illogical bug, and it takes a long time to troubleshoot.
Yan Xia was not paying attention to Brother Fo's progress. He was organizing the fishing rod that the aunt had just lent them.
Feng Lele stood aside and talked about the topic he was concerned about. "Uncle Yi said that you are very good at backflips. How good are you?"
Yan Xia stopped straightening the wires and said politely, "Not that great."
The child's curiosity was obviously aroused, "When will you turn it over again?"
Yan Xia was silent for two seconds. How should he explain that he actually didn't know how to do it?
"Maybe next time."
Well, next time in the adult's mouth.
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