The weather was quite nice.
The staff quietly inford the three judges that just yesterday, the buttons at the checkpoints had been replaced with pressure-sensitive ones that would light up through pressure rather than physical touch.
Though it felt a bit strange, the other two judges nodded in understanding.
The competition proceeded quickly—since the organizers knew many spectators weren't familiar with the contestants' personal histories and achievents. Before each person's run, the big screen would play a one or two-minute personal vlog, including a brief introduction and so parkour clips.
The audience responded with generous applause: these parkour moves looked quite difficult, risking injuries to hands, legs, and knees, and since the spectators couldn't say "I could do that," they could only applaud.
Naturally, among the audience were ordinary people, die-hard fans who had specifically traveled to Fallen Phoenix City, and contestants who had been eliminated in previous rounds.
So winners from the freestyle parkour competition sat in the corner of the stands, clapping and smiling with their dals.
Familiar faces in the crowd whistled to show their support for the contestants.
When the first round of four runners completed their runs, Arthur stood up, bounced twice in place, and chose to take the stage.
Chu Tingwu heard audience mbers asking: who was this foreigner who kept talking and needed a translator...
The screen displayed his parkour video:
A string of first-place finishes appeared—three consecutive Duli Cup championships in Arica, senior instructor at Arica's largest parkour association, Euro Cup speed competition champion, Huadiao Group sponsored "Mountain Speed Descent" racing champion and freestyle champion, among others.
The list of honors successfully silenced the casual spectators; compared to other contestants' introductions, these credentials seed more impressive.
Arthur began.
The host: "The judge's wall-climbing speed is faster than... ah yes, that precision jump succeeded... these consecutive precision jumps show no mistakes... he's already *cough cough*..."
Arthur made no mistakes, but the host stumbled in his comntary because Arthur's speed exceeded his ability to narrate, causing him to choke on his words. Fortunately, there was more than one host, and another took over the comntary as Arthur reached the third checkpoint.
Chu Tingwu sat in her seat with arms crossed, leaning back, glancing at the big screen—
She hadn't noticed it clearly when running together before, but after watching the other four runners and then Arthur, she discovered that the main difference seed to be that Arthur showed no "hesitation."
Along the route were railings requiring consecutive precision jumps where a single mistake would result in a fall, and high walls that required sufficient power to climb... Earlier, one contestant had hung on a wall for two seconds before giving up due to a mistake, and this was already the finals, yet mistakes still happened.
When the brain signals that a move is dangerous, people's movents typically show that split-second of hesitation; they must rely on practice and experience to overco their instinctive fear.
But this judge on the course seed particularly adept at pursuing thrills.
Maggie tilted her head and told Chu Tingwu: "He's not just an excellent parkour athlete, but also an experienced high-altitude parkour enthusiast—parkour isn't an extre sport, but high-altitude parkour is the ultimate extre we pursue. He doesn't like using safety asures, and a mistake would likely an death, but compared to dying in bed, I think those terrifying yet possibly most blissful seconds of free fall might be worth it."
"I suggest you try it after you co of age—high-altitude parkour, you'll definitely love it."
Chu Tingwu: "Why after coming of age?"
"Oh," Maggie shrugged, "in your country, it seems inappropriate to encourage minors to do dangerous things?"
So although she made the suggestion, she decided to add "after coming of age" as a formality.
Chu Tingwu: "=="
She said: "What if I always succeed and never make mistakes?"
Maggie smiled: "Then you'd be the happiest parkour practitioner in the world."
Arthur perford a backflip at the finish line, landing perfectly, and waved to the audience.
The final ti stopped at sixty-eight point three three seconds... For a parkour route, it was actually quite long, so it tested endurance more than technical skill.
But—
"Wow, I might not even be able to run that fast on flat ground."
"So fast, I could barely breathe watching, always worried he'd slip... does he never pause when jumping between poles?"
Soone shouted "encore," making Arthur scratch his head in confusion as he walked down: is this sothing you can encore?
After completing the circuit, he had exerted himself and was sowhat out of breath, face covered in sweat, but he walked over with a cheerful smile, patted Maggie's shoulder, ruffled Chu Tingwu's hair, and made a big "yeah" sign for the approaching cara.
Then, Arthur seed to rember he was a judge and praised the other contestants, particularly emphasizing "Ris's" na, even though all the contestants were slower than him.
But that didn't matter—compared to the contestants, the judges' trial runs were only displayed for a few minutes and wouldn't be recorded, more like a performance... After paying to bring people from abroad, they had to let them show off a bit, right?
The sa applied when it was Maggie's turn, but the judges' area was more lively, with Maggie taking off her jacket as Arthur started comnting—
It was clear that compared to praising his own people, he had more to say about Maggie, almost taking over the comntator's job.
While he was speaking, Chu Tingwu felt she should contribute sothing.
...And although he spoke as fast as a rapper, Chu Tingwu could still see the real-ti subtitles and provide feedback.
So Arthur: "I think a wall jam would be better here, but our dear Maggie must have her reasons for choosing this move..."
Chu Tingwu: "Yes."
Arthur: "My goodness, not long ago contestant number six tried the sa move here but failed, but dear Maggie... yes, how should we describe this move..."
Chu Tingwu: "A quick cat leap."
Arthur clapped: "Exactly!"
The host: "..."
Mr. Arthur was speaking in English, and little Miss Chu was responding in Chinese—you're not really communicating, you're just playing along as a supporting act! And why does Arthur look so satisfied when he only needs to see Chu Tingwu's nods or head shakes and doesn't need to understand what she's saying?
Fortunately, the hosts were consummate professionals and continued to smile while maintaining the atmosphere. The audience didn't seem to mind that their selected contestants were overshadowed by the judges—sports competitions are like that, with transparent results that can't be disputed. The overall event had more of an entertainnt atmosphere, with more first-ti parkour spectators in attendance.
Only one person wasn't too happy—Maggie, who glared at Arthur after coming down:
You're so damn noisy!
When it ca to the finals, the audience's expressions beca more focused—
The judges weren't competing anymore, and there was still room for discussion about who would be the ultimate champion.
At this point, Chang Yile had squeezed into the front row of the audience, occasionally looking up while rapidly typing in the class group chat.
[I rember the TV station is broadcasting live, there should be an online stream too, can you see on screen?]
[What? The live stream has a five-minute delay? Really, can you even call that live?]
[Chu Tingwu hasn't gone up yet [screenshot][screenshot][screenshot], what's with these cara angles, they haven't caught Chu Tingwu's face at all!]
[She's wearing a mask, but originally they only pan to the judges' seats during post-competition comntary. She'll probably do a run after the finals end, and don't worry about the audience leaving—there's an entertainnt match after the finals. I heard the judges will join that too, but it won't be speed-based?]
She kept alternating between looking down and up, monitoring both the competition results and the class group chat. Her classmates expressed regret at not being able to co to Fallen Phoenix City, after all, it was quite rare to have a classmate serve as a judge on television—
What a sha to miss it!
Chang Yile looked up again and suddenly noticed the results on the screen, exclaiming, "Ah! Is Route C shorter than the other routes?"
The previous routes' final tis seed to all be over one minute, but both contestants on Route C were close to one minute, making it appear at first glance as if their skill level was similar to the judge's... but Chang Yile instinctively felt that it was because the route didn't require going in circles, making it inherently shorter.
She glanced at the screen and found she was right.
The competition's ultimate champion was Ris, with Shark taking second place. Their tis differed by less than a second, and both were familiar faces to dostic parkour fans.
Next, after Chu Tingwu finished her run, she would join Chief Zhuang from the Tourism Bureau to present the awards, distribute prizes to those who placed third through eighth, and announce the audience raffle winners.
The overall atmosphere was pleasant, with most audience mbers remaining in their seats. Chang Yile was smiling as she photographed Chu Tingwu at the starting point when her ears suddenly perked up—
She overheard people nearby critiquing Chu Tingwu.
"Is she really a judge? But she doesn't seem to have competed in any competitions... The videos released only show clips of her doing parkour? Wait! She's fifteen?"
"Fifteen... she must be just playing around. Maggie is 177cm tall, but this little girl looks less than 170cm, maybe 166cm? That puts her at a disadvantage. Seems like she only got to participate because she's a local."
Chang Yile: "..."
She compared her own height and finally reached a sad conclusion: "Chu Chu, how did you secretly grow another centiter!"
They used to be the sa height! How did Chu Tingwu grow again?
And what's wrong with having connections! True, if it weren't in Fallen Phoenix City, no one would invite a fifteen-year-old high school student to be a competition judge, but without real ability, you wouldn't even get the opportunity to use connections, right?
Unable to find who had made the comnts, she simply glared at everyone before setting up her phone to start recording.
-
When Chu Tingwu took the stage, she greeted the familiar Shark—their last eting was during filming, where she was a student and Shark was a coach. Now at this competition, their roles had reversed with Shark as a contestant and her as a judge.
Previously, Chu Tingwu had relied entirely on her "cat-like" instincts in parkour. Shark had helped her considerably, teaching her many professional moves. Now, after more than a month, Chu Tingwu wanted to see... what kind of performance she could deliver.
Route C was chosen from one of the routes she had run yesterday. Chu Tingwu took off her jacket, revealing the sa black sleeveless turtleneck underneath. She pulled her elbow guards up to her upper arms and raised one hand to wave.
In the audience, people were chatting, checking phones, taking photos, and snacking, but Chu Tingwu blocked out these noisy distractions, only using her peripheral vision to confirm the timing on the screen:
[Beep—]
This sound set Chu Tingwu in motion and caused the temporarily relaxed audience to instinctively look at the competition area.
Parkour is a dangerous sport.
It's also a sport that connects special movents together to achieve rapid transitions.
These movents often imitate animals, but no one had ever thought that one day, watching soone doing parkour in the arena, they would genuinely feel as if they were watching an agile "animal."
Arthur, who had been sitting at his position, suddenly propped himself up on the judge's table, kneeling on it, and silently mouthed "Wow":
He watched as Chu Tingwu cleared all obstacles with movents that required almost no pausing or re-exertion—those weren't obstacles, but rather aids helping her pass through more quickly.
She jumped onto the pole, lunged forward to grab the pole above, swung through using montum, landed on the platform without pause, sprung up onto the roof ridge in one bound, and even "bounced" a little while running along the ridge... this child wasn't deliberately planning this move, she seed to just be enjoying the run.
And this movent didn't slow her down at all.
When she reached the second position, Arthur noticed on the big screen that her face was magnified, her gaze already glimpsing the third position not far ahead.
She vaulted over the platform with one hand, and in that instant, the light board lit up, only managing to catch her back in its glow.
Landing at the third position, Chu Tingwu licked her lips—this was the highest point of the entire route, so she stood straight at the height, pausing her movent for the first ti, and surveyed the field for half a second.
Chang Yile let out a breath.
It was only then that she realized how quiet the audience had beco. Those who had been busy with their own affairs, thinking there was nothing more to see, had all turned their attention to the stage. The only sound in the air was the host's earnest comntary; both judges remained silent, including the sowhat verbose male judge.
Chu Tingwu jumped down from the platform—
This was a high point, followed by a long stretch of lower landing points, but surprisingly, she chose to cross two poles at once, jumping from the first pole directly to the position of the third pole. This choice was certainly more dangerous and more difficult to execute... but it would get her through this row of horizontal poles faster.
Ah!
Chang Yile pressed her hand to her chest, staring at the screen.
Yes, she hadn't seen wrong, she saw it again—Chu Tingwu had jumped with her eyes closed! How outrageous!?
She gritted her teeth and muttered, "You parkour athletes shouldn't seek too much excitent..."
But how could they not? When you're doing parkour, isn't seeking thrills their natural instinct?
On the giant screen, Chu Tingwu quickly jumped across the pole section and opened her eyes—though her expression hadn't changed much, her eyes were sparkling.
The audience burst into soft cheers, which grew into a sea of applause... and this was before Chu Tingwu had even reached the finish line, just arriving at the final position... then, a small problem occurred.
As she swiftly passed through, the pressure-sensitive platform sohow failed to register her weight. Already having vaulted over, Chu Tingwu noticed the system alert indicating sothing was wrong, imdiately did a handstand, struck the sensor pad with her heel, and after the light board lit up, continued with a flip to resu her run.
This cost her at least half a second.
But when Chu Tingwu reached the finish line and her final ti flashed on the big screen, it left the audience speechless for a mont:
Forty-nine point eight three seconds.
The only ti under one minute in the entire competition... achieved by the youngest competitor, no, the youngest "judge"!
Chu Tingwu glanced at her score, quietly put on her jacket, bowed to the audience, and returned to her judge's seat.
The audience applauded enthusiastically.
The host, who had been preemptively downplaying expectations during her run by saying things like "Little Teacher Chu is the youngest," "Little Teacher Chu is at a height disadvantage," and "our Little Teacher Chu lacks experience but tries very hard," could barely contain his excitent:
"Ahem, although our youngest judge may not have many honors to her na, she clearly possesses outstanding ability. Thank you, Teacher Chu, for that performance! May I ask Teacher Chu sothing? During your run just now, we noticed you closed your eyes before passing certain obstacles. Why did you choose to do that?"
Chu Tingwu: "Ah..."
Chu Tingwu: "I felt I could jump across even with my eyes closed."
The audience applauded vigorously, so clapping until their hands were red, shouting "Bravo!"
Chu Tingwu: ==
Because of the noise, only after they quieted down did Chu Tingwu hear the system also saying "Good."
Chu Tingwu: ==
Host: "Thank you, Teacher Chu, for your answer. It's clear that Teacher Chu is very confident in her abilities. Although she hasn't been doing parkour for long, our Teacher Chu is a naturally talented player, excelling in physical strength, movents, and overall abilities, delivering a stunning performance for us!"
The host read out a list of sponsors' brand nas, thanked the Bureau of Culture and Tourism, and then began the award ceremony. Chief Zhuang presented the award to Ris, and Chu Tingwu placed the dal around Shark's neck, giving him a hug afterward.
Most of the audience was busy texting on their phones, only clapping at the very end of the award ceremony. However, they didn't leave imdiately—there was an entertainnt match after a short break.
As Chu Tingwu hesitated in front of the five-yuan sausage stand, Chang Yile ca over and patted her on the shoulder, asking how the entertainnt match would be played.
Chu Tingwu: "It seems to be a 'Hide and Seek' competition, which you can think of as a chase ga in a small arena."
The arena was filled with various high and low poles and platforms. Two players each took one side, one hiding and the other chasing. Touching any part of the body such as the shoulder, elbow, leg, or back would count as a capture, but touching the chest or face was not allowed.
Ordinary chase gas were not very interesting, but parkour athletes could use the facilities in the arena for quick movent and to block the chaser, making this entertainnt match akin to returning to the essence of parkour.
Chu Tingwu: "There will also be a draw for audience mbers to co up and play. If it's against an audience mber, I might go easy on them. Do you want to rig it for you?"
Judges were allowed to select audience mbers to co up.
Chang Yile: "Before seeing you do parkour, I might have wanted to... but now, no, no."
Chu Tingwu: "?"
How did her parkour performance manage to dissuade people?
Chang Yile patted her shoulder, her waist, and then her calf, gritting her teeth: "Is this the body you get from eating in the cafeteria with ?"
Chu Tingwu: No, I also eat cat food.
Although Chu Tingwu didn't select Chang Yile during the entertainnt match, during the audience interaction segnt, Maggie accidentally picked Chang Yixin. Chang Yixin was stunned and pushed her sister, Chang Yile, onto the stage after placing her hat on Chang Yile's head.
Maggie: "I rember I chose a long-haired girl?"
Chang Yile: "Oh, I just cut my hair short."
Since it was just for fun, everyone took it lightly, and the audience laughed kindly. Chang Yile clapped her hands and said, "Bring it on!"
Then she whispered to Chu Tingwu: "How do you say that in English?"
There was no ti to hear Chu Tingwu's answer—the entertainnt match began!
Three seconds later, Chang Yile exited the arena, leaning on the railing, her expression still a bit dazed: She really tried to run, knowing she couldn't use the facilities so she ran along the edge, but the opponent was too fast. When she was caught, she almost scread, and even now, her heart was still racing fast!
The ga was surprisingly simple, but experiencing it firsthand felt incredibly thrilling. Although she, a newbie, didn't perform well, she felt quite satisfied.
—Because the ga was so simple, the audience's participation enthusiasm was high, and they were eager to point and comnt, believing they could "survive" longer if they were on the stage.
Correspondingly, everyone who ca off the stage was left questioning their life choices.
Competitors, judges, and audience mbers randomly took turns as chasers and the chased. When the levels were close, the duration could be extended by a few seconds, but the average capture ti was about five seconds, so each round passed quickly, making it seem like everyone could participate, thus attracting more and more spectators.
Chu Tingwu watched from the sidelines, trying to lower her presence, until Maggie beckoned her over.
"Oh oh oh—"
The audience cheered, eager for more excitent.
Chu Tingwu: "ow=="
She walked to the position of the chased and waved to the judges.
As soon as the whistle blew, Maggie imdiately moved. Chu Tingwu knew that no matter which direction she ran, Maggie could change her position by stepping on obstacles. Therefore, when the opponent was about to reach her, she suddenly sprinted to the left, making a big leap to land on the opposite railing.
Both were now standing on the railing, engaging in a balance and eye-catching chase—
When Maggie approached, Chu Tingwu swung to the other side, and when Maggie changed direction, Chu Tingwu returned to the highest point, always creating a height difference. However, since she couldn't resist, the flashy chase didn't last long. Chu Tingwu barely lasted twelve seconds before being touched on the wrist.
The thrill of the chase surpassed that of solo parkour. Both were a bit out of breath, but the little girl leaned on her knees to catch her breath and then gave a bright smile:
"Now it's my turn to chase!"
Maggie: "I admit I was a bit forceful when I touched you... Damn it!"
Before she could finish her sentence, she turned and ran!
-
The entertainnt match quickly turned into a true entertainnt for all, with the organizers opening up other areas of Parkour Street, using barricades to enclose them, and allowing the audience to queue up and participate... Many people didn't even know who they were chasing or being chased by, but they had a lot of fun.
By six in the afternoon, theoretically the end of the event, the staff repeatedly announced through a loudspeaker: "Please pay attention to safety, do not use the facilities in insufficient light, please pay attention to safety... orderly exit... the venue will continue to be open tomorrow..."
The day's events finally ca to an end.
Chu Tingwu received a wave of requests for photos and autographs, finding that the crowd was growing and finally hid—she could only be found by other parkour athletes if she went to the rooftop, thus bringing so peace.
So, after the event, she sat on the eaves, watching the sunset, with only the system's voice in her ears:
"Baby had a great ti today, hasn't smiled so happily in a long ti."
Chu Tingwu: "I feel like you've loaded so strange dialogue package?"
System: "?"
Shaking off the images of a domineering CEO and a butler from her mind, Chu Tingwu wondered: "Should I also cut a vlog of today's parkour content?"
She seed to have a job to help with publicity?
Although the competition was over, Fallen Phoenix City wasn't just hosting this event once.
System: "It's already cut, waiting for the event organizers' notification to release."
Its work efficiency was quite high.
The system also reported the online public opinion it had collected:
"Currently, everyone is arguing about combat power."
Chu Tingwu: "…Eh?"
Yes, due to the event organizers' "three-route" competition arrangent, although the players' results were clear, the judges ran different routes and couldn't be compared—but the fans of different judges naturally had different stances!
Arthur, Maggie, and Chu Tingwu, Chu Tingwu had the shortest ti, but her route was also the shortest, yet she had the largest gap with the players' results, and there was an accident during her parkour (the lights didn't turn on) that caused an extra second delay... These buffs stacked together, and currently, the circle was arguing about her "level" in several forum pages.
The system wouldn't tell the little one that it had also secretly joined in, and its debate thod was "data comparison" and "model thod," turning the combat power debate into a thesis-writing atmosphere.
Because it could split personalities, reply instantly, have clear data, and type fast (?), it led the fans of the other two judges to have a vague impression of Chu Tingwu's fan base:
High knowledge level, speaking with reason and evidence, feeling rich and educated.
Other fans who spoke but not as much as the system: "…"
No! You're thinking too much!
Represented by this circle big shot (and its little accounts), they felt a bit embarrassed.
Chu Tingwu: "……"
Battling over combat power can be quite addictive, be careful.
-
Of course, Chu Tingwu was just back in her hotown for a break and to serve as a judge for a competition. For her, the competition was already over.
But online, the aftershocks of the competition were still ongoing.
The official account bought promotions for the competition videos, and videos five and six also prepared small performances, which specially invited singers. Discussions about the competition online were becoming increasingly heated... and for so reason, people also liked to bring over foreign audience comnts.
Although the dostic debate over whether Chu Tingwu should be considered the "actual first" had not been settled, once it ca to foreign comnts, there were many who praised her.
Fenghua Network has an independent foreign site, where official staff mbers move dostic videos to the foreign site. Generally, only videos with higher views are moved, and the data between the two sites does not overlap, but video publishers can see the comnts in the background.
The videos of the Fallen Phoenix City Parkour Competition were originally lukewarm, until Arthur and Maggie both reposted the video, bringing a wave of traffic to the foreign video site first, and then the audience found the original video below—
[I've seen her series of parkour videos with animals, it's a pity she couldn't bring her animals to this competition!]
[What a sha, seeing Arthur's SNS, I thought this girl could bring her crow!]
[She's really fast, maybe she could surpass our famous genius Joe O'Leary! If only they could compete together!]
[Don't joke! Joe has been parkouring since he was eight, he has more honors than this girl, he...]
Seeing the comnts, Chu Tingwu: "=="
I told you not to argue about combat power.
It's addictive.
This "Joe" is also an underage parkour athlete, and his parents started uploading his parkour videos when he was very young—while Chu Tingwu does parkour with her cat, Joe's parents also do parkour, bringing him along... so the difference, well, Chu Tingwu running with her cat seems no different from the Joe family?
In short, due to years of videos and the "raising" feeling, Joe has accumulated quite a fan base. He has participated in many competitions and won many honors, unlike Chu Tingwu who has no dals.
Arthur specially invited Chu Tingwu: "Interested in participating in next year's Duli Cup in Arica? With my recomndation, you can skip the preliminary round and enter the semi-finals directly! I don't think you need to participate in the preliminary round."
Chu Tingwu didn't imdiately agree because: "I'm not sure if I'll have classes and exams during that ti."
Arthur: "!"
He made an exaggerated gesture to express his shock, thought for a mont, and then said: "You can get into university by relying on competition honors, dear Wu, can you get in by parkour?"
Chu Tingwu: You know a lot.
After getting the answer "no," Arthur sadly left.
Maggie didn't invite her to any competitions, but she suggested that Chu Tingwu register her own account on the foreign video site she often uses, and she could help with the certification.
"Many of your videos have been moved without authorization, although they are quickly taken down after reporting, I think you can register and move them yourself, many people like you."
Chu Tingwu accepted this suggestion.
This competition not only added a bunch of friends to her social account but also made her video account's fan count break through 1.2 million, officially becoming a dium-upper level UP master on the site.
And she also got a dal—
"Fallen Phoenix City Parkour Competition Judge Commorative dal..." Chu Tingwu murmured, "It feels like it was made in a hurry?"
Why give a dal to a judge?
But the competition organizers seed to realize the awkward situation of her being a judge with zero honors, and felt that with her strength, she lacked matching honors, so they decided to give her a dal.
Even Chu Tingwu's video account got an additional certification:
["One of the judges of the Fallen Phoenix City Parkour Competition"]
Fans who followed her for cat food looked at her account na and silently comnted under her new video:
"Master Chu, what exactly do you do for a living..."
-
Master Chu was... cyber-hatching eggs.
Not long ago, she brought a cake to visit Teacher Wang, asking him to help her contact and arrange the pet communicator exam. As soon as she left Teacher Wang's house, she received a constantly vibrating group chat.
It was their eight-person group chat, ford because of the peacock egg.
Chu Tingwu put on her hat, pushed her mask down to her eyes, thought for a mont, and also put a small animal mask on her cat, then they both squeezed into a roadside milk tea shop.
It was Tang Zhe who sent the ssage, telling them that the peacock egg seed to be hatching!
The peacock egg that rolled from the school grass to Chu Tingwu's ho, and then from her ho to the breeding warehouse, was finally about to hatch!
The few people left in Jin City all rushed to the warehouse, Tang Zhe opened a group video, put his phone aside, and live-stread the hatching—
Soone in the group was puzzled: "The background looks like the parrot hall, why is the incubator here?"
The parrots were either in cages, on stands, or more were flying freely above.
Tang Zhe, wearing a raincoat, whispered: "I was worried that the temperature wouldn't be warm enough after it hatches, so I moved it here."
Newbie parents always have a lot of worries.
A blue-crowned parakeet landed on the incubator, tilting its head curiously.
Tang Zhe: "Qin Lan went out to catch the peacock parents, they're still fighting—"
He moved the cara to show them, finding that the two male peacocks and one female peacock were very uncooperative, as if they completely forgot they had cooperated to lay an egg... by the way, whose egg is this?
The eggshell had already cracked, and a little gray-black fur could be seen, Qin Lan, covered in dust, squeezed in and said: "I'll use my phone to live-stream a dual perspective for you!"
Obviously, the high school students fighting the peacocks, the peacocks won.
But soon, his live-stream was criticized by everyone, Chang Yile angrily said: "Can you hold your hand steady, this shaking is making dizzy!"
During this ti, everyone saw that more parts of the peacock had co out, the peacock egg slightly wobbled, more parrots landed on the incubator, looking very curious.
Tang Zhe suddenly thought: "By the way, Chu Tingwu, didn't your family adopt the mother peacock? The renovation is almost done, haven't you nad this mother peacock yet?"
At that ti, they would make naplates and electronic files, the adopters have naming rights, they can't just call it "mother peacock," right?
Chu Tingwu: "Hmm..."
Everyone: "Hmm?"
Chu Tingwu: "For a blue peacock, Blue..."
Blue what?
She looked up, her expression serious and solemn: "I think a single-character na is very good, very high-end, very poetic, how about 'Blue'?"
Everyone: "……"
You're just bad at naming!
She changed the subject: "The little peacock is about to be born, have you decided who will na it?"
In the group, everyone tacitly agreed that the naming rights belonged to the four boys, since "our dorm has hatched it," and they planned to pool money to adopt it, raising it in the natural museum where it was convenient and they could visit often. But after Chu Tingwu's words, An Shiyan's mouth twitched, and as expected, she saw the boys looking at each other, sparks flying in their eyes.
An Shiyan:... Why don't you go fight outside? Don't block my view of the little peacock.
On the cracked eggshell, a blood-red fetal mbrane could be seen, the little peacock stretched out a claw, resting on the edge of the shell.
Everyone was excited: "It's fleshy, fleshy!"
We see it, we see it!
The little peacock slightly exerted force, pushing the shell open a bit more, it could be seen that it was breathing rapidly, its chest and abdon rising and falling, everyone unconsciously held their breath, a minute later, the little peacock kicked the shell open, lying at the bottom of the box, its yellow fetal hair wet, its head tilted to the side.
Just hatched, the little peacock couldn't walk or crawl yet, only occasionally moving and struggling with its wings, pushing the eggshell aside. The high school students surrounding it wanted to help but didn't dare to.
The incubator was warm enough, and it looked weak but didn't seem to have any other issues. It just continued to lie there, making tiny "ying ying" sounds.
The group quietly cheered, and Chang Yile excitedly said, "We'll be back in a couple of days!"
By then, they would co to play... no, to visit the baby peacock!
However, the next day, An Shiyan was the first to go to the warehouse. She stared at the standing peacock for a long ti and live-stread to them, "Why do I feel like the baby peacock is a bit off?"
Peacocks, like other birds, can stand energetically within twenty-four hours of hatching. This little peacock was no different, and its condition seed fine, except for—
A blue parrot flew overhead.
It excitedly called out.
Another green parrot flew by, looking quite similar to the first one.
It called out again with excitent.
An Shiyan said, "Chu Tingwu, you ntioned you're going to take the pet communicator exam in a couple of days, can you translate this?"
Chu Tingwu: I don't speak bird language either ==
But that's okay, she has a system.
The system didn't need to speak; it directly presented the translation of the peacock's language in front of Chu Tingwu.
Aliali: 673ed013c4f3f33ac4efe0e5
A blue parrot flew by, and the baby peacock called, "Mom!"
A green parrot flew by, and the baby peacock called, "Mom!"
A high school student walked by, and the baby peacock called, "Ying ying?"
Everyone: "……"
Watching the baby peacock walk around in the incubator, trying to flap its wings, they seed to understand sothing—
A few young high school students quietly broke down.
It's said that birds will regard the first living being they see as their mother. This baby peacock, when recognizing its mother, couldn't tell blue from green, but when recognizing humans, it was clear as day! And you're flapping your wings... are you trying to learn to fly too?
Tang Zhe: "If... if you want to learn, then learn..."
It's just a pursuit, nothing more than not recognizing us, the ones who hatched the egg... (sobbing) nothing more!
Sob.
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