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The next morning, it was already six o'clock in the morning when Ning Fanxin woke up.

The first thing she did when she got up was to rush to the balcony, first look at the weather outside, and then stick her head out of the balcony to look downstairs.

When her eyes came into contact with the traces of water on the floor, she nodded with satisfaction.

Under the camera that had started live broadcast, she turned around and walked into the bathroom. After a while, the sound of running water could be heard from inside.

In the live broadcast room, netizens who got up early in the morning and squatted in front of the empty camera sent barrages on the public screen:

[The amateur girl’s first reaction after getting up was a bit strange. 】

[Yes, yes, the first thing she did after getting up was to run to the balcony to check the weather. 】

[Do you think it depends on the weather? Why do I think she is looking at the floor? 】

[Is there anything on the floor? The amateur girl seemed to nodded, with a satisfied expression on her face. 】

[I don’t understand. Maybe it’s because we ordinary people can’t understand the thoughts of top academics. 】

After yesterday's live broadcast, Ning Fanxin suddenly gained a lot of love. Many netizens who were interested in her clicked into her personal live broadcast room early in the morning to watch.

The live broadcast time of this variety show lasts from six o'clock in the morning to ten o'clock in the evening. This live broadcast is quite long. If it were not scheduled for two days on the weekend, most people would really look down on it.

After Ning Fanxin washed herself, she changed her pajamas into a homely shirt and jeans before walking out of the bathroom and back to the camera.

A old and old large plaid shirt was tied at the waist and paired with a pair of washed-out jeans. It was just a simple outfit, but it made her youthful little face look full of energy.

Netizens watched her put on the pair of sneakers from yesterday at the door, then opened the door and went out.

After going downstairs, Ning Fanxin immediately saw his eldest brother Mao Xihong who was moving his hands and feet in the yard for morning exercise.

The main camera of the program team is placed in the small courtyard. Netizens have already experienced switching from the personal anchor room to the live broadcast room of the main camera.

In the farmyard with the early morning light, Ning Fanxin, with short hair covering her forehead, walked over to say hello to Mao Xihong: "Brother Mao, good morning!"

"Good morning, little sister!" Mao Xihong turned around to see her and replied with a smile.

The yard was neither big nor small, so Ning Fanxin found a place casually and got loose.

"Why did little sister get up so early? I got up because I was too old and couldn't sleep. Why don't you, who is young, sleep more and grow taller?" Mao Xihong chatted with her while waving her hands and feet.

"Maybe I'm used to getting up early at school. Does Brother Mao think I'm short?" Ning Fanxin smiled first, and then asked seriously.

"..." Mao Xihong didn't expect that her smooth words would touch the child's fragile heart, and she couldn't help but feel a sudden shock in her heart.

Turning to look at her expression, he found that she still seemed to care about this issue. He replied cautiously: "You are not short, you must be over 1.65 meters, right?"

Ning Fanxin nodded, with a bit of regret in his tone: "Barefoot measurement, it's still 0.5 centimeters shy of meters. I hope it can grow a little longer."

"!!!" Mao Xihong had something hidden in her heart, but she didn't dare to say it out.

You are almost 1.7 meters tall, are you still not satisfied? Not many girls are this tall, right? He was only ten centimeters and a few centimeters taller than her.

I don't know why, but after just a few words, Mao Xihong felt that the generation gap between himself and the young amateur guests was quite big, which made him seriously doubt whether he was too old and his thinking could not keep up with the pace of young people.

After Ning Fanxin got started, a group of middle school students performed radio gymnastics that they often do in school.

She didn't make a sound, she just moved her hands and feet and danced as hard as she could on her own.

Mao Xihong saw her standard movements from the side and couldn't help but feel itchy. She ran behind her and followed her with a smile: "You are very good at gymnastics. Let me learn from you."

"Okay, then I'll slow down and let you follow." Ning Fanxin simply yelled the command and slowed down so that he could follow.