Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness

Chapter 162: 159: Are You Ready to Set Off? (Seeking Monthly Pass)

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Climbing onto a plane bare-handed, that’s badass!”

In the dormitory, Cao Lifeng went crazy yelling when he saw Bi Fang using the buoyancy of the boat to leap up and grab onto the plane, startling the few people next to him.

“Old Cao, what the hell are you doing? Regressing to your ancestors?”

“You scared me, I thought ‘Dawn of the Planet of the Apes’ was happening.” “Still on your phone? Aren’t you going to review for exams? They’re coming up.”

Cao Lifeng, his face flush with excitement, explained, “No, it’s that streamer I told you guys about! It’s explosive, I’m totally blown away!”

“The ‘Migration Goose’ guy?”

Several roommates took interest, since Cao Lifeng had introduced them to Bi Fang’s live stream before, Bi Fang had become popular among them, and this trend was gradually spreading throughout the class.

Bi Fang’s live streams spread through the campus like a virus, growing more and more intense.

But with the exam month arriving, plus the fact that yesterday’s goose training lacked any explosive news, Cao Lifeng was the only one in the dorm still following the streams.

When Cao Lifeng explained that Bi Fang had grabbed onto the plane with his bare hands to stop Etienne, everyone hurried to his side and saw Bi Fang dangling under the plane like a flag flapping in the wind.

Time seemed to reverse as they all let out the same kind of shrieks as Cao Lifeng.

“Holy shit, it’s like the real-life Bro Tom!”

The plane skimmed over the surface of the lake, disappearing into the distance along with the geese from the sight of Elvan and others.

Etienne sat in the seat of the glider, his heart racing and palms sweating, replaying in his mind over and over again whether he had done everything exactly as his father had taught him.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, the rpm is normal, the wind speed is normal, the fuel is normal, everything is normal.”

This water glider was huge, and Etienne sitting on it couldn’t see Bi Fang, who was clinging to the right pontoon of the plane; he was completely focused on what was in front of him.

Bi Fang, hanging beneath the plane, was blasted by the oncoming wind so violently that he could barely open his eyes. His body broke out in a sweat, while the water-soaked clothes turned stiff and cold from the wind, soon to be crusted with frost.

Bi Fang dared not and could not let go, for he was more than a hundred meters above the ground, and letting go would mean certain death.

The drone quietly hovered behind the glider, capturing Bi Fang’s precarious situation with crystal clear clarity. The sight of his shaking body made everyone’s heart skip a beat, as if he would let go at any second.

This time, there was no parachute.

[Hu sou ou ji ju just donated a Spaceship xi to the host—That jump just now got me all hot and bothered, here’s a drink for the badass, but isn’t this too dangerous?]

[Hang in there Old Fang! Do we need to call for a rescue?]

[This is so exciting right off the bat!]

[This is making me piss my pants.]

Watching Bi Fang dizzy under the plane, viewers were getting palpitations and dry mouths.

This scene was even more thrilling than a movie!

Bi Fang was sweating profusely, his fingers stiff as ice and no strength to muster. He shouted twice, but got no response.

Etienne, tense to the extreme, couldn’t hear anything.

“Damn it.”

Bi Fang cursed under his breath, looked at the pontoons of the glider, flexed his arms and trapezius to lift himself almost entirely up, then with a heave, he let go of his hands and wrapped his arms around the pontoon. This scene nearly gave the viewers a heart attack.

Fortunately, Bi Fang succeeded, and the glider tilted to the left and then quickly stabilized, with Bi Fang hanging on even more securely.

Now Etienne was even more nervous. Real operations were much harder than practice, and he had never encountered a situation during practice where the wind direction stayed the same but the plane suddenly tilted.

Bi Fang, holding tight to the pontoon, now began trying to climb onto the plane.

And with each of his movements, the audience’s hearts were hanging by a thread.

[My god, I wasn’t this nervous even when Germany was against Argentina!] [This is truly challenging human limits]

[There’s never the most foolish way to die, only more foolish ways!]

However, it wasn’t over yet. Under the terrified gaze of the audience, Bi Fang actually began to swing his body!

Bi Fang was using the force of the wind to swing himself up!

He had never fallen behind in his Calisthenics and Advanced Yoga. These two exercises had given Bi Fang incredible core strength. Hanging beneath the glider, he was as steady as a pendulum in a way that was a bit terrifying.

Unaware, the rhythm of the audience’s heartbeat seemed to synchronize with the swaying motion.

Suspended in mid-air, Bi Fang’s swaying amplitude grew greater and greater until, on the last swing, he took a deep breath, made a thrusting motion, and successfully placed his feet on the pontoon!

At this moment, Bi Fang was facing the camera, and everyone could clearly see that frost had already formed on his eyebrows, and his lips were even frozen to the point of turning purple.

[Awesome, Old Fang’s move is even cooler than Bro Tom’s!]

[Bro Tom’s a joke, there are safety measures in all that, they wouldn’t dare film it like this!]

[Master Fang is the strongest! yyds]

[Stop with the yyds, at this rate Old Fang will never find a wife]

[Ah, this.]

A dozen minutes later.

Besides the recent jolt, no other incidents had occurred during the flight, which gradually relaxed Etienne’s nervousness.

The sky was clear and washed with azure, the white clouds drifted by, and the brown geese spread their wings, almost hovering in mid-air, as if wax statues cast in the air.

With a smile, Etienne stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the geese.

“It’s not as hard as I thought.”

Dad’s plan was correct, the geese successfully followed the plane to migrate, but what next?

In the urgency of the moment, Etienne hadn’t thought about the consequences of rescuing the geese.

How could he, alone, lead the geese to migrate?

A three thousand kilometer journey, all through the wilderness. With no navigation, how could he stay on course with just a map? Etienne began to regret his decision; if only his idol were here, he was frantically scratching his head.

A cold thing climbed up his neck, like a creepy venomous snake, sending a chill straight into his heart.

Etienne’s hairs stood on end; he wasn’t the only living thing on the glider! Hundreds of meters up in the air, what kind of thing could be crawling on it? In an instant, numerous films flashed across Etienne’s mind: Alien, The Day After Tomorrow, The Conjuring, and he broke out in a cold sweat, his scalp going numb, his body stiffening, afraid to look back for fear that the moment he did, a monster would bite off his head.

However, the next moment, a pair of hands suddenly reached out and took off Etienne’s helmet.

“Hey! Kid, can you hear me now? Descend immediately, this is too dangerous.” Huh?

With his eyes tightly shut, Etienne suddenly recognized the voice as familiar. He opened his eyes and then saw Bi Fang right behind him.

The cold he had felt was indeed Bi Fang’s fingers, stiff with freezing.

Seeing that it was his idol, Etienne hurriedly began to explain.

“It won’t work! Didn’t you hear what Lenin said? Hybrids are slaughtered, let alone allowed to migrate. We can’t hand the geese over to them, we can migrate together with the geese. They have followed me in flight, did you see? They follow me! Elvan’s plan worked!”

“They are definitely not sick. I have lived with them for six months, even sleeping together. It’s impossible they’re positive, I swear! You’re so capable, if we lead them together, we’ll surely succeed. We can save them! That’s what you think too, right?”

Etienne was extremely agitated, causing the glider to start trembling unsteadily.

“You don’t need to explain to me, I understand. I saw your determination the moment you took off, do you understand how dangerous this is?” Bi Fang half­knelt behind Etienne, examining the helmet in his hands.

The two were silent for a whole half minute before Etienne wiped away his tears.

“I’ll go back with you, but could you let them go? If they are caught, they will die.” Etienne hung his head low, “I don’t want them to die.”

He was just a kid, powerless before the world’s number one explorer, able only to beg the other to let these geese go free.

Bi Fang examined the sound insulation of the helmet, not understanding why it was so effectively noise-canceling; he had been shouting from below, but the kid hadn’t heard a thing.

Seated in the second seat, Bi Fang fiddled with the helmet, saying nothing for a long time.

“Please, I’m begging you.” The oppressive silence made it hard for Etienne to breathe, and he couldn’t help but plead again.

“Put on your helmet, the wind is strong, and blowing directly into your eyes can cause inflammation.” Bi Fang patted the young man’s shoulder, handing back the helmet.

“What?” Etienne was stunned.

“I’ve observed your flight path, and you’re off course. You should veer thirty degrees to the left.” Bi Fang stood up, took the goggles from the crossbeam, and put them on, “A three thousand kilometer migration is no tour, be prepared for hardships.”