An Guoping's terrified yell sent a flock of chickens and ducks scattering.
However, a large goose—perhaps feeling its status as the village tyrant had been challenged—stretched out its neck, let out a series of honks, and charged straight at An Guoping.
"Ahhh—why are you chasing me? I didn't do anything to you!"
"Sis—help me!"
An Ning and Yin Xuemei stopped, observing the scene.
"So close. What a shame."
"Yeah, missed by what, five centimeters?"
The two of them folded their arms, their posture making it all too obvious they were there to enjoy the show.
An Guoping ran for his life, with the goose relentlessly chasing him. Its big, orange-red beak kept snapping shut, always missing him by the barest of margins.
An Guoping wouldn't have been so scared if it were winter. But it was the middle of summer, and he was only wearing shorts. If that goose managed to pinch him, he felt like he would just die.
