Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness

Chapter 447: Chapter 445: Heading to the Rainforest

Just as Bi Fang and Leonardo were discussing how to spend Children’s Day on June 1st, debating between water gun fights or plans suited for eighteen-year-olds… cough cough, and how to head to the rainforest, photos secretly taken by the staff rapidly spread online.

In less than an hour, it had topped the trending searches, sparking widespread discussions about the reason for their meeting.

Those guessing were all speaking with confidence.

There was no helping it, on May 10th Bi Fang’s summit of Mount Everest had set off an internet explosion as the first person in Huaxia to create such a record at twenty-five, followed by the climactic end to the much-discussed Goose adventure, adding fuel to the fire with its proven significance and history.

As the attention hadn’t even subsided by the 20th, a new live-streaming plan was announced straight away, along with the presale of club memberships.

Just skim through the news hot searches of the past ten days…

Not even a bomber would have this frequency!

For those who liked Bi Fang, they were naturally overjoyed, able to see news about their idol every day, but for those who disliked him, these ten days were pure nightmare.

Scrolling through Weibo, you’d see Bi Fang. Branch out to B Island, and there’s Bi Fang on the cover; looking for featured stories, and what do you know, it’s all summit climbing videos with a stirring BGM, enough to get even themselves fired up… pah, steaming with rage!

Grinding their teeth in jealousy, but alas, they were powerless.

No scandals, strong skills, just that capricious.

“So, why did Leonardo come?”

“Hiss, don’t tell me Leonardo is actually going to be the lead in Master Fang’s Goose movie? There’s quite an age difference (covers face), Leonardo’s age is almost twice that of Master Fang, right?”

“A bit of adaptation is acceptable, and older age actually seems more reliable. A mature leading man isn’t too bad either, especially since both are handsome.”

“It’s just that the difference in physique is quite something, Master Fang’s summit.jpg, Leonardo playing with a water gun.jpg.”

“Your pictures are quite something. Old Fang on the summit looks more like Spider Batman, with all those muscles, too handsome; the latter, emmm, leaves me at a loss for words, can’t bear to look (covers face)”

“Looking forward, rubbing hands together.jpg”

“But, just saying, you know, is there a possibility, could there be a chance, maybe it’s really so, that Leonardo is the big boss behind the ashtray?”

“It’s one thing to say it’s possible.”

“Shouldn’t it be the water gun if it’s Leonardo? Why call it the ashtray, giggling.jpg”

No matter what, looks like this buzz is set to continue for several more days.

Many are green with envy, veins popping out of their necks, but still utterly helpless.

A paper car against a steel tank, destined only for a merciless crushing.

Meanwhile, Bi Fang and Leonardo had also reached an agreement on related matters, officially deciding to venture deep into the rainforest together for a live broadcast on June 1st.

The difference was, Bi Fang’s was a 21-day journey, while Leonardo’s would only last from 9 a.m. until 6 p.m., after which he would return by helicopter.

During the rainforest adventure, all matters were to be directed by Bi Fang, and the equipment also had to meet Bi Fang’s specifications; it was essential to follow instructions completely, to avoid causing any trouble, with each person being responsible for themselves.

Leonardo obviously understood this. Unlike any film or program he had done before, just a glance at Bi Fang’s previous live broadcasts would reveal that they dealt with genuine challenges.

In times of danger, rescue would not arrive in time. Without true capability, it could indeed prove fatal.

Seeing his objectives achieved, Leonardo was very pleased, and with a grand gesture, spent over a million at the club for a three-year professional membership, enjoying one-on-one guidance.

It was also a preparation for the live streaming event the following week, undergoing some basic training.

“Have you had dinner? Even though I’ve just arrived in the Magic Capital, I know a few great spots.” Once all was discussed, Leonardo extended an invitation for dinner.

Bi Fang shook his head and, pointing to the vast hunting grounds behind him, said with a smile, “Ever thought about hunting for yourself?”

“Hunting?” Leonardo was taken aback at first, but after looking at the hunting ground, he quickly understood what Bi Fang meant, showing some excitement mixed with concern, “I’ve never tried that before.”

“Don’t worry, our rabbits have been bred in captivity for a while, so their wildness has somewhat diminished, and we use an electronic signal to trigger a current. As long as your arrows hit within a certain range, you can successfully capture them.”

If we did it according to real wild rabbit standards, practically no one could catch one unless they were old hunters, but then the hunting area wouldn’t be fun to play in.

What does it feel like not to catch prey?

So, in addition to special electronic signal sensing, Bi Fang deliberately set several levels for the rabbits: the first level is real wild rabbits, nimble in shape and hard to capture even with electromagnetic arrows; the second level is wild rabbits that have been domesticated for a month; the third level is those domesticated for three months, with different color tags indicating each level.

Long-term domestication makes the rabbits lose their wildness and agility, reducing the difficulty of capture successively.

The hunting grounds don’t have any dangerous animals, and living there, it’s hard for the rabbits to regain their wildness.

Yao Jun and Lin Chang also had the idea of holding a hunting competition every three months to maintain the club’s popularity, with different scores corresponding to different levels, determining the champion by score, and the winner could also receive a considerable prize money.

Perhaps they could even hold youth, young adult, adult competitions…

Well, another good way to harvest points, jot it down, jot it down.

The store had refreshed its inventory recently, and Bi Fang took a liking to two new drones. Although their configurations were somewhat inferior to his current livestreaming equipment and couldn’t transform, they were smaller and more covert; even if filming each other, it wasn’t necessarily obvious.

The whole was painted matte black, not reflecting light, looking somewhat like a shrunken helicopter but without the wheels on the bottom, the whole shape being closed and streamlined, cool to the extreme.

It would definitely enrich the perspective of the livestream, allowing for multi-angle filming, a real cinematic treatment.

However, after purchasing these two gadgets, Bi Fang used up all his available points, which gave him a sense of urgency.

Bi Fang took out his phone and noted this down in his memo to discuss with the others later before he went hunting with Leonardo.

Incidentally, Leonardo also referred to Bi Fang’s real reactions and feelings when encountering a bear as preparation for his performance, as well as to consider whether some details of the entire movie were worth scrutinizing. During this period, Bi Fang also confirmed that the movie was indeed “The Revenant” which won awards in his previous life in 2016.

The two set out just after four and didn’t return until six-thirty. During that time, Leonardo successfully caught a “wild rabbit” that had been domesticated for three months, which made him exceedingly happy.

This further verified that as long as one persists, it indeed becomes easier to yield results.

However, after dinner, Bi Fang felt puzzled as he always felt like he was forgetting something.

Meanwhile, inside the Rock Climbing gym.

Étienne was drenched in sweat from his training.

Gurgle, gurgle.

His stomach suddenly rumbled, and his face fell.

Why hadn’t Bi Fang called him for dinner yet?

It was already seven o’clock.

…

The next day, Bi Fang, along with a grumpy Étienne and an energetic Leonardo, received training, but not under his personal guidance. It was still provided by retired special forces, with whom they could basically communicate without any barriers.

The special forces had over a hundred training programs, with many people even proficient in several languages. English, being more universal, was obviously a prerequisite, and the number of skills they mastered was countless.

Bi Fang observed from the side, wanting to check the competency level of the special forces himself before feeling reassured.

From rock climbing to archery, from running to swimming, each activity had to be practiced.

Bi Fang wasn’t worried about Leonardo exercising too much and suffering muscle soreness; to shoot “The Revenant,” he exercised diligently every day.

After a full round of observation, except for a slight deficiency in archery, everything else met expectations.

Whether coaching a novice or an intermediate, it was sufficient.

As for professionals, professionals don’t need coaches. To improve at the professional level, they either need to interact with peers or continuously break their own limits—coaches serve only as an aid, not the lead.

Days passed by, one after another.

Time swiftly moved to the end of May.

Bi Fang and Leonardo, the focus of external attention, also took a flight to Yunnan.