Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness

Chapter 422: Chapter 420: Sprint!

After half a month of continuous climbing and so many incidents, Bi Fang didn’t want to delay any longer. He decided to make a summit bid early this morning.

Today is the ninth, and after midnight it will be the best summit window announced by the meteorological bureau.

And judging from Bi Fang’s own experience, the weather has been too good these two days. Apart from the strong wind, there has been no snowfall – but it’s abnormal for Mount Everest to have no wind.

After completing his acclimatization exercises at noon, Bi Fang announced his decision, “We’ll make a push at dawn, straight to the summit!”

The audience in front of the screen was thrilled. Why were they watching the live broadcast if not to see Bi Fang successfully summit?

According to Bi Fang, Camp 3 on Mount Everest is at an altitude of 7,200 meters, leaving only the last 1,600 meters that seemed within reach. Although they were aware of the immeasurable risks involved, the audience had long been accustomed to Bi Fang’s judgment, with only a few new viewers expressing concern.

Nonsense, could they know better than Bi Fang whether the summit could be reached just by watching the video?

Besides, what use would it be to dissuade him as a viewer?

Just do it!

At the base of the mountain, Yao Jun and the others were worried about Bi Fang’s decision but sincerely hoped he would succeed and return safely.

Danzeng asked Rob, “Can Mr. Bi succeed?”

Rob nodded then shook his head, and after pondering for a moment, he nodded again.

Yes, can he succeed?

Rob didn’t know. Bi Fang’s excellence was something he had never seen in all his years of leading expeditions. Top-notch climbing skills, the endurance of a world-class athlete, a supremely balanced physical constitution, and just the right weather window – with these, Rob felt Bi Fang had all the qualities needed to succeed.

If he couldn’t make it despite all this, then the success of the countless “carried” wealthy would be nothing short of a myth.

But climbing is not all about tangible strength, otherwise how could the ‘Swiss machine’ have perished on the Lhotse Wall?

But this was Bi Fang.

Rob recalled the joy in Bi Fang’s eyes when he looked towards Mount Everest, his eyebrows sharp as swords, nothing could stop him; he remembered the agile figure when rock climbing, honed to perfection; and he thought back to how calm and composed Bi Fang had led everyone when they faced the deadly avalanche.

This is Bi Fang!

It’s just a step away…

Bi Fang looked up at the summit, already excited on the inside.

But to be extra cautious, in the afternoon Bi Fang pushed on a bit further. The ‘Yellow Band’ at an altitude of 7,500 meters is a section about 100 meters long consisting of mixed ice and rock. It posed some difficulty for climbing, but it did not create a significant obstacle.

Eventually, at two in the afternoon, Bi Fang reached an altitude of 7,600 meters. The time on his watch was two. He set his alarm for eleven twenty, leaving only forty minutes for preparation.

An altitude of 7,600 meters was the “starting line” Bi Fang had set for himself. In the early hours, he would make his final sprint!

…

At ten o’clock at night, the village at the foot of Mount Everest was brightly lit, with almost no one asleep. For the Sherpa people, who rise at sunrise and rest at sunset, this was incredibly unusual, but it was happening.

All because of one person.

A man from Huaxia, attempting to solo Mount Everest without supplemental oxygen.

In a small room in the village, an unknown borrowed projector beamed onto the screen. Yao Jun, Danzeng, Jerret, Edinburgh, Rob, Wang Yongbo, and others all brought their stools and sat in front of the wall.

Undoubtedly, the image projected was of Bi Fang, still sleeping.

Yes, tonight, before the live broadcast, Bi Fang had turned on the live streaming equipment and left it by his side, having not shut it down as usual, causing many people to remain in the live chat room waiting for the alarm to ring.

Although it was Bi Fang who was summiting, the atmosphere inside the room seemed even more tense than on the mountain.

Unable to bear the atmosphere, Yao Jun’s thighs were aching. He rubbed his stomach and looked at the others, “Are you guys hungry? I want to go make some instant noodles.”

Danzeng was the first to raise his hand, “Me too!”

The atmosphere was too oppressive, and they needed something to break it.

Once one person started, all the others raised their hands.

Yao Jun went out and quickly returned with seven or eight cups of instant noodles, expertly boiling water and making the noodles.

This was already their third round of eating since five in the morning.

Not just them, many people were destined to stay up tonight to watch the live broadcast.

Not to mention anything else, just by looking at the barrage of comments, you could tell that from six o’clock on, the quiet live broadcast room began to stir, with many people sitting in wait right after getting off work or finishing school.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Perhaps because it was Saturday, the number of viewers was exceptionally high, surpassing three million!

And this was before the broadcast had even started!

The actual number of viewers was more than what most streamers inflated proportionately, it was ludicrous, like opening the door to absurdity—absurdity paid a visit.

Tonight, the upper management of Shark and Tiger Fang had sleepless night, pulling an all-nighter at work.

At this moment, the management at Shark and Tiger Fang were completely dumbfounded, only able to utter gibberish.

If someone had told them six months ago that in half a year there would be a broadcaster with three million viewers before even starting the broadcast, they would have taken that person’s head and gouged their eyeballs out!

“The foundation of our rise, oh, the foundation of our rise! Gone, all gone!”

“It hurts, it hurts so much!”

“Wuwuwu, I’m so sad, like playing Chopin in the rain.”

For a time, the office building was filled with cries of sorrow, the employees were shivering, feeling a heavy chill within the building, and a few days later, a new urban legend began to circulate…

Drip!

The waiting audience shivered reflexively, then realized it was only eleven o’clock, not yet the moment for the alarm to ring.

[It’s eleven o’clock.]

[Been waiting since I got off work, computer streaming live, playing with my phone while I wait]

[I wasn’t even this enthusiastic for the meteor shower]

[It’s so thrilling, feels like I’m the one about to sprint]

[Nanana is me giving the broadcaster spaceship*10—sitting and waiting]

[A chubby person about to develop abs sends broadcaster big bone*666—add another]

[Holy crap, Master Fang is still asleep, who are you tipping, ghosts?]

[Used to it, just a bunch of fanatics]

[To get tips while sleeping, I’m envious]

Under the watchful eyes of thousands, time passed second by second, and finally, the time reached 11:20.

At this moment, countless netizens who were either drowsy or just beginning their nightlife suddenly perked up.

Here it comes!

Even those viewers who wanted to go to the bathroom held it in forcibly.

“Beep beep, beep beep.”

A finger pressed the side button on the wristwatch, turning off the alarm.

Almost at the same moment the alarm sounded, Bi Fang woke up. His sleep was light; at this altitude, even he couldn’t sleep too comfortably.

But what you lack in quality you make up for in quantity. More than nine hours of vanished sleep still allowed Bi Fang to recover from all the fatigue of the day.

The first sensation Bi Fang felt as he got up was cold, bone-piercing cold.

But not only did Bi Fang not wrap himself up in his coat, he took it off in front of everyone!

He was going to,

Go light!