Chapter 698

So that was why he hesitated; compared to Chu Muyu going to his death, the two of them could at least be called friends, and watching a friend go to his death for nothing, Ning Chen felt somewhat reluctant in his heart.

But he was in a helicopter now, so it was not good to call Chu Muyu; actually, he had tried to dissuade him before, but the effect was minimal; Ning Chen could see that Chu Muyu, like himself, had specific principles in certain aspects and would not easily have his choices changed by others.

So that was why he felt it was tricky.

Ning Chen turned his head and thought for a long while, then suddenly felt his brain was not enough; he really did not want to think about so many problems anymore, so he stopped thinking and completely emptied his mind, falling asleep directly.

When he opened his eyes again, it was already evening.

The helicopter equipped for him by the system was naturally excellent; not only were the equipment advanced, but even the seats conformed to human mechanics, designed to be very soft and comfortable.

But after sleeping for so long, the neck and waist would be uncomfortable to some degree; Ning Chen glanced at the sky outside, then withdrew his gaze and used his hand to rub the parts of his body that were sore and numb.

He sat up straight, and only when stretching did that discomfort feel better.

The pilot looked at Ning Chen with some envy at this moment: "Your sleep quality... I truly cannot envy it enough."

Ning Chen raised an eyebrow: "My sleep quality has always been passable, especially after thinking hard about problems."

Hearing this, the pilot naturally asked: "What problems require you to be so mentally exhausted?"

But Ning Chen did not speak; he just looked at the pilot, his expression very plain, making it impossible for anyone to find any trace of emotion within it.

After locking eyes with such eyes, the pilot, for some reason, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

Clearly, Ning Chen's usual image had always been very gentle, and he had always treated people with courtesy; how could he give him this feeling?

The pilot was somewhat doubtful, but the instant he encountered that kind of gaze from Ning Chen, he shifted his gaze away, so he had no chance to observe it again.

In the end, the pilot only took that feeling just now as a nervous abnormality after not resting for a long time.

But he had been practicing for so many years; flying for two days and two nights was common; it was not even the first night, so how could hallucinations appear?

The pilot blinked his eyes and carefully felt his current condition; after confirming that the current condition was good, the pilot thought for a moment and still did not raise the request to rest at night with Ning Chen.

The helicopter was equipped with compressed biscuits and other things that could fill the stomach, but the happiness when eating those things was zero; Ning Chen reluctantly scooped up two bags of biscuits, tore open the packaging, and sent them directly into his mouth; the biscuits were indeed very dry, so dry that his throat felt like it was smoking.

After eating two pieces and feeling somewhat full, Ning Chen took another bag, shook it near the pilot's ear: "Do you want to eat?"

The pilot did not look sideways, but after hearing Ning Chen's words, he lowered his head to glance at the time, found that it was not yet lunchtime, and so shook his head.

Ning Chen was too lazy to ask again, tore open the third bag, and continued chewing.

At this moment, the bullet screen was flooded again in an instant.

"I don't understand; the streamer has money to rent a helicopter but no money to buy himself good food to eat; I don't understand the life of the rich."

"He is on a helicopter; besides compressed biscuits being convenient to carry, what else can he eat? Big fish and meat? Having compressed biscuits to fill the stomach is already rare."

"There are too many bullies in the bullet screen."

599 retorted, not yielding an inch.

Perhaps because Ning Chen was too bored at this moment, he chewed on the dry biscuits while looking up and glanced at the constantly flooding bullet screen.

He frowned instantly, and at the same time, helplessly said in his mind to the system: "See, this is the reason I am unwilling to start a live broadcast."

The system probably also took a look, but did not reply.

Ning Chen's original intention was not to let the system speak; he chewed the last bit of biscuit in his mouth, patted his hands, looked up at those floating bullet screens, and sat up straight.

"First, I do not like seeing these bullet screens," Ning Chen said, "you make me feel a headache, and what I want to eat, is it not all my own voluntary choice?"

When Ning Chen became serious, he was indeed enough to intimidate people; but since the internet and reality were separated by some distance, those people were somewhat less Gu Ji when commenting and speaking.

Someone said directly: "Isn't it just to make money that you start a live broadcast? Don't you have to rely on us, the audience, to give money? Shouldn't your attitude be better?"

That person, specifically to make Ning Chen see this bullet screen, even used bold font, so Ning Chen, in that dense mass of bullet screens, saw that person's comment at a glance.

Ning Chen did not rush to get angry; he even looked at that bullet screen with interest, touched his chin, and asked: "You say the income of my live broadcast room is given by the audience?"

Instantly appearing before Ning Chen's eyes were more bullet screens with unreadable characters.

Ning Chen smiled; he did not care how that person answered and spoke on his own: "Which audience member gave me money? Was it you? If the money you gave can account for one ten-thousandth of my live broadcast room's monthly income, then I will immediately apologize to you; otherwise, shut up and get out."

Although his face was smiling, his mouth was ruthless, as if he was treating not his own audience, but enemies.

The live broadcast room did not lack fans who had watched his broadcast for so long, nor did it lack passersby who just entered; for a moment, there were all kinds of opinions.

Some people thought Ning Chen was wrong; after all, they were his audience, yet Ning Chen treated them like this; regardless of whether Ning Chen had contacted them or not, the meaning Ning Chen revealed still made those audience members somewhat indignant.

The bullet screens started arguing; this was something Ning Chen could predict, but he also felt it did not matter; he did not make a living from this.

For a moment, there was everything said, but Ning Chen's daily popularity was naturally very high, and a certain number of fans had already accumulated in the live broadcast room.

Those fans were mostly standing up for Ning Chen; there were also people who directly started cursing; after all, the basic number of people in the live broadcast room was large, and after the bullet screens started arguing, the heat rose to an unprecedented peak.

Ning Chen, the person involved, felt it did not matter; he even watched the bullet screen arguing with interest, glanced at the ID of anyone defending him, but did not take it to heart.

After arguing for about twenty minutes, Ning Chen did not know those people were actually so idle; arguing could last that long, so he leaned his head against the seat, opened his mouth, and let out a yawn.

Those people who were cursing each other saw Ning Chen yawn and immediately felt strange, especially feeling that they were like a monkey being watched in a zoo; although it was because of Ning Chen's few words that they started arguing, the person involved felt the most indifferent.

Almost instantly, the bullet screens stopped arguing.

Ning Chen glanced over, saw they were not arguing anymore, and was somewhat surprised; he raised an eyebrow and looked at the bullet screens: "Eh? Why stop arguing? Argue! This is so boring."

The audience in the live broadcast room did not expect to be watched by Ning Chen like a monkey; some fans found it funny, thinking it was Ning Chen's personality, but most people still thought Ning Chen was playing with the audience, and everyone was somewhat angry to some degree.

Ning Chen was not panicked at all; he reached his hand under the seat, scooped out a bag of bread, and said while tearing the packaging: "Why not stop arguing earlier? Now you feel I am watching you like watching monkeys; you are really hard to serve."

But when Ning Chen said this sentence, there was no apology at all; for a moment, the evaluations of Ning Chen in the live broadcast room flooded one after another.

Ning Chen looked at the evaluations on the bullet screen like "bad temper," "big shot," and "wasting time to get scolded" and laughed out loud: "What you say is quite right; I am just this kind of bad temper."

The pilot listened from the side, probably figured out what was going on, and suppressed the corners of his mouth to smile secretly.

Ning Chen was idle, so he retorted at the bullet screens: "Don't think I am unreasonable; you are not my father nor my mother; no blood relation, so where do so many words come from?"

After Ning Chen said these few sentences, those passersby who were unhappy at being retorted finally realized that struggling with a streamer like Ning Chen was hopeless; they all left the live broadcast room and stated they would never click into Ning Chen's live broadcast room again.

564. Life and Death on a Single Thread (18)

But those passersby who were not too serious thought Ning Chen was quite interesting; after all, most streamers treat the audience like masters; such a level of streamer daring to retort at the bullet screens like this, almost no one had seen this posture, so they wanted to stay and watch the fun.

So Ning Chen's popularity not only did not decline, but even rose; whether they knew him or not, they all came to watch the fun.

After watching the fun, Ning Chen ignored the passersby who newly entered the live broadcast room; whether they were fans or passersby, as long as the bullet screens made him feel uncomfortable, he retorted at them all.

Even the pilot listening nearby couldn't help but chuckle, let alone Ning Chen, who was in an excellent mood.

Keeping the livestream on indefinitely wasn't feasible; once the System realized Ning Chen had already retorted to most of the passersby, it immediately contacted him.

"What do you mean?" the System asked Ning Chen.

Ning Chen answered nonchalantly: "Explaining reason to people, letting them know whose livestream this is."

The System fell silent for a moment; when it spoke again, the cold electronic voice actually carried a hint of reproach: "The higher-ups assigned you the livestream to manage, not to argue."

Ning Chen let the words go in one ear and out the other: "Oh."

Seeing Ning Chen's attitude, the System quickly cut the livestream and said: "Letting you open the livestream was actually an order from above; both you and I must strictly comply."

Ning Chen dug his ear: "Oh."

His attitude finally made the System dissatisfied: "I have the right to reduce the intervals and time for your check-ins."

Ning Chen immediately frowned; this concerned whether he could rest during those times. If he had to check in without a single pause, even a sage couldn't endure it.

So, Ning Chen said: "Then I won't speak. Not speaking is fine, right?"

The System offered no response on its end, as if tacitly agreeing.

Ning Chen breathed a sigh of relief, touched his forehead irritably, glanced sideways at the pilot, and turned the livestream back on.

This time, Ning Chen indeed spoke no more; he leaned against the seat and rested with his eyes closed.

600 arrived at the Fantasy Forest.

But even while resting with eyes closed, Ning Chen had to secretly calculate the time in his mind; he must ensure he reached the Fantasy Forest as soon as possible, otherwise any delay would hinder his skill upgrade progress.

The sky gradually darkened; the pilot had been awake for a full day and night without rest, while Ning Chen wanted to sleep but, no matter what, couldn't fall asleep.

He turned his head to look at the pilot, only to find the pilot still full of energy, looking nothing like someone who had flown a plane for a day and night. Ning Chen asked with some concern: "... How about you stop and rest for a while?"

The pilot merely glanced at him, then withdrew his gaze, continuing to look forward, and replied: "Rest isn't needed just yet. The longest time I've flown a helicopter without sleep was three days and three nights; this is only one day. I can still hold on."

Ning Chen worried the helicopter might encounter trouble en route, but hearing the other say so, he said nothing more.

The System wasn't stingy; the equipment provided for him was naturally top-tier, including the pilot, so Ning Chen naturally didn't need to worry about any danger of the plane crashing.

The helicopter finally arrived at the Fantasy Forest within the time Ning Chen had booked. Ning Chen was very satisfied with this speed. The pilot landed the helicopter slowly in an open area.

Ning Chen leaped down directly from the helicopter's co-pilot seat, looked up at the pilot, and nodded to him, meaning farewell.

But the pilot opened the window, a somewhat indistinct worry on his face: "The Fantasy Forest is dangerous after all; you'd better be careful."

Ning Chen also knew that unspeakable things were hidden within the Fantasy Forest, so he said nothing and nodded to the pilot.

"Feels like the streamer should have arrived; I'm a bit excited."

"If you ask me, going to the Fantasy Forest is just going to die, but I just love watching the spectacle, haha."

"Am I the only one who wants to see the streamer get hurt?"

"..."