Watching You Pretending to Act Cool Secretly

"Ding!"

A loud sound rang. Eight Extreme Fist has leveled up to LV2 (0/100).

After leveling up, Chen B-Dog found that the force of the Level 2 Eight Extreme Fist was smoother and the strength was also boosted. He punched the tree trunk and the cracking sound was terrific but his hand actually felt less pain.

He checked carefully the instructions on the System Panel and compared it to the actual performance. There was slightly different feeling. At LV1~3, the power was overt, at LV4~6 it was covert, and at Lv7~9 it was neutral. He knew that he was still at overt stage, what would happen at covert and neutral stage?

He felt motivated and prepared to practice again but suddenly felt weak. A wave of dizziness hit him causing him to nearly fall down. Just a few sets of Kungfu practices, it was more tiring than running ten kilometers. He immediately noticed the unusual feature of Inner Fist, it was the reaction of deficiency of energy and blood, and he decisively came to a stop.

After resting for a while, he chatted with the audience in the broadcast room. Meanwhile, the number of anchors also increased and the audience in his room was getting smaller. It was time to leave, he made a date with the audiences to meet again at the night broadcast. Then, he ended his first broadcast. At this moment, the followers in his broadcast room had achieved 589 people, the conversion rate was pretty good.

The total amount of the gifts he had achieved was more than 3200. Among it, 2000 dollars was from the tycoon, "Freelance Cowboy", and he felt excited.

It was not a huge amount, there was not much left after sharing profit with the website. However, it was a good beginning after all. Moreover, broadcasting exercises was never in his plan!

He came to the supermarket to buy some meat and Chinese herbs, planning to cook bone soup to build up his body. At that moment, he saw a weighing scale in front of the door and was tempted thus decided to check his weight.

There was not much change but he wasn’t bothered at all. Rome wasn’t built in a day, it took more than a bite to be fat, and losing weight was definitely taking more than a day to see the results. He took a selfie, clearly captured the data of weight and height and posted on his Weibo account, writing, "Today is the first day since I was discharged. It will be the new page of my life. Let’s set a small target for myself, lose 25 kilograms!"

His Weibo account had merely ten previous posts, it was all about food photos and the followers were only approximately ten advertisement accounts. He himself followed many pretty artists. When he was free, he would spend time to view the photos posted by those pretty girls. After he posted on his Weibo, he was going to switch off his phone. Unexpectedly someone clicked the like button, shared the post and even commented on it.

Suspiciously, he checked and to his surprise, it was Hu Ge!

"Come on B-Dog, I believe you can do it!"

He smiled from his heart. This famous superstar was also a kind man. He left a message to Hu Ge, but got no reply. Unexpectedly, the phone rang non-stop after a while, his Weibo account was flooded. A simply follow, like, share and comment from Hu Ge had raised suspicions of his fans. They started to question and searched to find out more about this fatty, B-Dog. How could a person with such a lame name attract their idol’s following?

There were no secrets in showbiz. The news regarding Hu Ge falling down from a horse and nearly becoming disfigured had already provoked much discussion. However, it was till this moment did they only realized that the savior of their idol was actually this man called "Chen B-Dog".

Amazingly, there was a saying "Love me, love my dog" and it was applicable to describe the fans of Hu Ge. B-Dog’s Weibo account was flooded with their replies and follows in a few hours time. The latest messages were all about, "Thank you for saving our idol!"

B-Dog was feeling wonderful. His finger was placed on the cell phone screen but he could not reply.

He felt envy actually but he knew these fans did not belong to him. The slow growth of the popularity value in the System’s mission column was the evidence.

Plenty of things happened today. He searched for a well-equipped gym nearby and signed up for a month’s short period membership, hiring a muscular coach to escalate the System’s training. He had decided to come here to train if it rained when outdoor activity was not suitable. He also freed up two hours of his time at night to broadcast exercising at the gym.

It was past seven when he entered the broadcast room again. Indeed, the popularity was better than this morning. At its peak, there were actually five thousand visitors. Nevertheless, the gifts were not as good as this morning.

He was adapting slowly to his rhythm of broadcasting, making himself speak more and more interestingly while trying not to look so dumb. At the same time, he would join rooms of other anchors to learn their speaking method.

This lasted for a week. He would complete the ten kilometers morning run, whether rain or shine, and then practice his martial arts for one hundred times. Under the gaze of six thousand audiences in the broadcast room, he stood on the weighing scale again. Surprisingly he had lost 7.5 kilograms.

His belly shape seemed to be smaller, especially the baby fat on his face had disappeared, making his face look even more handsome.

He was stunned at this outcome. The happier thing that "Long Distance Run" became Lv 3 (12/1000) and the technical skill of "Eight Extreme Fist" was reaching Lv 3 (88/1000), strength, physical, agility, stamina all obviously increased as well.

"Bravo! B-Dog is excellent. Actually losing 7.5 kilograms in a week!"

"Damn, I feel that Lord B-Dog is getting more and more handsome. Is that my illusion?"

"Same illusion, you were honestly honest and cute and used to be the member of the Ugly Club. Now, you are going to escape from the club, how dare you?"

B-Dog laughed, "LOL, I was always the representative from the Handsome Club, just that my good-looks were not obvious."

After a week of broadcast, he knew that it was not easy to increase popularity. His record was ten thousand audiences at his peak, but the followers were maintained at two thousand. On average, there were three to four thousand people watching him train during the morning broadcast. At night, sometimes if he had new shows, then his popularity would increase. However, if he maintained his old tricks, it was difficult to improve no matter how hard he tried to communicate to his audience.

Luckily he had a plan. Self-improvement was the most important matter at this stage.

The first day of the second week, he started to practice some new skills. If possible, he wanted to learn more skills, after all, there was no loss in adding more abilities.

There was a heavy snowfall last night at Heng Dian. The grass field nearby the lake was covered in snow and it was more tiring to run on the soft snow. However, B-Dog was running easily. The time used for a ten-kilometer run was merely half compared to his first run. After warming up his body, he did not start practicing fist as usual. Instead, he stood at the bank, looking at the widespread lake and took a deep breath.

The System’s column was showing his progress. The "minor injury" had already recovered and he was impatient to wait any longer.

He looked at the camera suddenly and said, "Guys, I am going to do a big move today. The swimming skill is maintained at Lv1, how should I break it? I heard that winter swims could accelerate the skill proficiency, I wonder if it is real?"

Due to a sudden snow fall, there were many audiences came to watch the snow. There were more than 7000 people even at dawn. "You know how to swim too?", "Winter swim? Wow, you shocked me…", "Lord B-Dog, don’t do silly thing.", "If you dare to jump, I will broadcast eating dung.", "Look, the cow is flying in the sky.", "Lord B-Dog stop talking nonsense, just jump if you have guts."

The messy pop-up comments was shown one after another. The monitor became a layer of white. This volume was even greater than the LOL famous anchor that was having 200 thousands worth of followers.

B-Dog smiled at the side camera. His face shape was getting sharper after losing the baby fat, the black eyebrows were neatly trimmed towards the temples. Along with a prominent nose and a pair of brooding eyes, he looked like a mixed-blood at first glance.

"Damn, stop flirting.", "Oh my god, don’t give me that look, I wasted my breakfast.", "Are you jumping? Just go to practice the fist if you are not jumping, don’t think of slacking, we are watching you."…

Freelance Cowboy, "I am watching you pretending to act cool secretly!"

When the big tycoon showed up. A wave of the replies were raised in the broadcast room. "Chief Cow came to observe, B-Dog, don’t you need to kneel down quickly?"

Freelance Cowboy had been sending more than one hundred thousand worth of gifts in a week’s time. The name of this tycoon was getting around. Someone had made the calculation; he spent at least ten to twenty thousand daily. Although most went to the female anchors, B-Dog was getting quite a lot as well.

Chen B-Dog smiled, "Chief Cow, so early of you."

A red pop-up comments popped out, "Yet to sleep, I am waiting for you to jump into the lake. (LOL)"