Chapter 218

Ning Chen saw that the bonfire was really about to go out.

"No need to wait like this; it's just rime. If you don't see it this time, there will be more next time. I've never met anyone like you—that's just tree frost," the uncle said.

"Thanks." Ning Chen took the blanket.

The uncle took out a cigarette pack, lit one for himself, and looked at Ning Chen.

Then he handed one to Ning Chen as well.

"I don't smoke."

The uncle sat down on the chair nearby.

He chatted with Ning Chen on and off; he probably felt the long night was tedious and lonely, and since he happened to meet someone he could talk to, he started talking more.

They chatted for a while.

The sky also brightened.

"I guess we won't be waiting any longer; that's enough." The security uncle patted Ning Chen's shoulder, turned around, and left.

Ning Chen stood up and walked forward.

He walked to the fence.

Not a cloud in the sky; it was another clear day after the snow.

The eastern horizon was turning red.

The morning sun would appear soon.

Ning Chen looked at the white snowfield before him.

He felt he should get moving.

He turned back to look at Shabi.

Shabi's two ears were perked up; he squatted behind him, looking at him with a serious expression.

"Go," he said.

Shabi followed Ning Chen and left the observation deck.

After getting off the observation deck.

Ning Chen looked at the system warehouse.

The sled inside.

A sled appeared on the snow before him.

The runners were snow-bright.

The seat board was dark blue.

Two sturdy connecting bars.

The seat position was entirely black.

This was a lightweight single-person sled, with a total weight of less than twenty kilograms.

About one and a half meters long; the overall impression was two words: simple.

A husky can't be raised for nothing.

Although it had only been raised for less than two days.

But as the head of the "Three Idiots of Sled Dogs," this title and its "foolishness" complemented each other.

Raise the husky for two days, use the husky for one hour.

Ning Chen walked toward that husky.

How smart huskies are; seeing the sled, it knew what its owner wanted to do.

It turned its head, tucked its tail, and tried to slip away like a dog.

Ning Chen jumped on and grabbed Shabi, pinning him down.

Shabi fell to the ground, whining "wu-wa, wu-wa, wu-wa."

Ning Chen connected Shabi's rope to the sled.

You can't connect just one rope; otherwise, after the sled is pulled, it will definitely tip sideways.

So several loops extended from the collar around Shabi's neck, fitting over Shabi's chest.

This way, the force was distributed not on the neck but on the dog's entire body.

Then, two ropes extended from Shabi's left and right sides respectively.

They were fixed to both sides of the sled, and one was also fixed in the middle.

Three ropes.

Then, Ning Chen sat on the sled.

"Go!"

Shabi stood still.

He turned back, glaring at Ning Chen with wide eyes.

The man and the dog stared at each other.

After a while, Shabi turned his head away; he simply refused to go.

Ning Chen thought for a moment, stood up, and went to the small wooden cabin not far away.

He took out a steak from inside and tossed it to Shabi.

Shabi, drooling, ate it...

So, last night when he was given only bones, the guy had been holding a grudge all along.

But in the end, he gave him back a steak.

After finishing.

Get your paws moving.

Shabi dashed forward.

The three "sledding idiots"—Alaskan Malamute, Samoyed, and Husky—are not like ordinary dogs.

Ordinary dogs, let alone pulling a sled, can barely handle anything else.

But the three idiots are different.

They are born laborers.

If not for their coloring, they'd basically be wolves.

Don't judge by how the Husky looks—reportedly, a single Husky can easily drag something weighing 320 to 360 jin or more.

And on snow, it's even easier.

Early morning.

In Brother Shiguang's livestream, there were only a few thousand viewers.

Many viewers who left last night hadn't even gotten up yet—after all, today is Saturday.

But once Shabi started running gleefully forward with the sled, the viewer count in the stream began climbing again.

152. (5/6) A sled—what extreme sport is that?

【Where did the streamer get a sled like this?】

【Black and cool, doesn't look like an ordinary sled~】

【This Shabi is awesome too—eat a steak and suddenly full of energy!】

【Haha, I thought at first this Husky wouldn't do it, turns out he's still a foodie!】

【Three Huskies sinking an aircraft carrier—that was just talk?】

【Feels like this dog is pulling the sled with no effort.】

As the comments said, the online viewer count in the stream also began to grow.

Right now it's just past six in the morning; logically, at this hour on a Saturday, lots of people are still sleeping.

Even so, the viewer count in Brother Shiguang's stream kept climbing.

From a few thousand just now, it was now marching toward eight thousand, and soon broke ten thousand.

Of course, ten thousand is just a fraction of this stream's peak.

As the sun rises, more and more viewers will pour in.

And more and more viewers will see the sight of a Husky pulling a sled at full speed across the snow.

Shabi pulled the sled.

Racing forward all the way.