The next day, the temperature seemed to be under a curse, becoming even colder.

The biting wind was like a sharp blade, cutting cruelly at everyone's face.

In this brutal survival challenge, another group of contestants couldn't withstand the extreme cold and were mercilessly devoured by the frigid weather, freezing to death in the wilderness.

The scene was like God playing an extremely cruel elimination game; anyone whose equipment wasn't good enough or whose will wasn't strong enough would be instantly eliminated from this survival show.

Andrei from the United States was practically given a "lifesaver" by Lady Luck.

Just as he was freezing and about to say goodbye to the world, he bumped into a dead moose.

This situation is like a traveler who is about to die of thirst in the desert suddenly discovering a vibrant oasis.

Andrei's eyes widened like copper bells. Without saying a word, he picked up a stone knife and slashed at the moose's belly.

His movements were so practiced that one couldn't help but wonder if he had done something crazy in a past life.

After cutting open the moose's belly, Andrei didn't care about his image anymore; he darted inside like a nimble eel.

Hey, you know what? This moose's belly is like a custom-made, natural, warm sleeping bag, all cozy and cozy.

Andrei huddled inside, only his head sticking out, looking just like a little guard hiding in a mysterious fortress.

"Give it to me, this is like a lifeline from God!"

Inside the moose's belly, Andrei was filled with excitement and wonder, occasionally twisting his body to find the most comfortable position.

Live broadcast room.

"Haha, my American athletes are really lucky."

"Now we're all set. Not only will we not have to freeze, but we can also eat venison, hahaha."

"Damn, Andrei is really lucky. It's like a real-life version of a blind cat catching a dead mouse."

"I can't sleep or eat in peace until he's dead."

The snow kept falling around him, the snowflakes fluttering down as if they were dancing joyfully to accompany his peculiar act of keeping warm.

But it wasn't long before Andrei realized that the inside of the moose's belly wasn't as wonderful as he had imagined.

First of all, the smell was intoxicating, like a giant jar filled with all sorts of strange spices that had been overturned. Sour, smelly, fishy, ​​and all sorts of other smells were mixed together, making him want to sneeze.

"Cough cough, this smell is much more pungent than I expected." Andrei frowned, pinched his nose, and tried to get used to this "unique" smell.

The peculiar smell inside the moose's stomach reminded him of the feeling of falling into a toilet when he was a child.

Secondly, the space was really cramped. As soon as he moved slightly, he felt the moose skin pressed tightly against him, as if an invisible hand was squeezing him.

But what can you do? To survive, what does a little grievance matter?

While Andrei was struggling to adapt inside the moose's belly, the other athletes were still struggling outside.

Some people were wrapped in several layers of tattered cloth, shivering in the snow, searching for shelter from the wind; others were already exhausted and collapsed in the snow, their eyes filled with despair.

And in this peculiar "refuge," Andrei began to unleash his wildest imaginations.

"If I get out of here alive, I'm definitely going to write this story into a book. Who knows, it might even be a bestseller!"

As Andrei thought about it, he danced around inside the moose's belly, imagining himself as a bestselling author, adored by fans.

Time ticked by, and the wind outside continued to howl.

Andrei didn't know how long he had been inside the moose's belly; he only felt hungry and thirsty.

He began to miss his warm bed at home and the delicious meals his mother cooked.

"If only I could have a hot pizza right now!" Andrei swallowed hard, his stomach growling.

Compared to the plight of athletes from other countries, Chinese athletes seemed to be handling this disaster with ease.

Lu Fan and An Lan spent the whole day comfortably in the shelter, warming themselves by the fire and eating meat, turning this extremely cold weather into a pleasant experience.

The shelter was warm and cozy. Lu Fan munched on a piece of roasted meat and said to An Lan with great enthusiasm, "Look at those people outside. They're probably longing for a warm corner right now. Unlike us, we're living a very comfortable life."

An Lan smiled and rolled her eyes at him: "You're so smug. It's all thanks to our thorough preparation and foresight. Otherwise, we might be shivering in the cold wind right now, just like them."

After dinner, the two played Connect Four in the shelter to pass the time.

The chessboard was the one they had carefully crafted before, each square carrying the joy they experienced in their leisure time.

Lu Fan, playing black, started aggressively, placing pieces one after another in an attempt to quickly establish an advantage on the board. He muttered to himself, "Let me tell you, I lost to you last time because I let you win. This time, I won't hold back."

An Lan remained calm and deliberate, carefully considering each step she took.

She gently picked up a white piece with her fingers, paused it in the air for a moment as if preparing a powerful move, and then placed it steadily down, responding with a smile: "I'd like to see just how good you are."

Back and forth, the number of pieces on the chessboard gradually increased, and the situation became increasingly tense.

Lu Fan's black pieces seemed aggressive, but An Lan's white pieces skillfully maneuvered and blocked them. Several times, just when it looked like he was about to form a five-piece chain, An Lan swiftly cut it off.

"Oh dear, it was just a little bit short!"

Lu Fan slapped his thigh in frustration, but his eyes remained fixed on the chessboard, not letting any possible opportunity slip by.

An Lan chuckled to herself and teased, "Master Lu, your 'peerless martial arts' won't work on this chessboard. You'd better just admit defeat."

Lu Fan refused to accept this, shaking his head vigorously: "That won't do, I haven't even used my best skills yet."

As he spoke, his eyes lit up and an idea came to him. Taking advantage of An Lan's inattention, he secretly moved a chess piece.

"Hey, you're cheating!" An Lan, with her sharp eyes, immediately spotted the flaw and reached out to grab Lu Fan's "criminal" hand.

Lu Fan quickly withdrew his hand, trying to appear calm: "No, you must have seen things. This is fair competition."

At this moment, the viewers in the live broadcast room were also very excited.

"These two are hilarious. It's freezing outside, but they're having a blast inside."

“Even the great Lu Fan is dishonest when playing chess, An Lan, don’t let him get away with this.”

"Seeing them so joyful amidst these brutal survival challenges is truly heartwarming."

"I'm happier seeing the other contestants suffer than seeing them having such a joyful scene."

"Me too. It turns out that happiness is built on the suffering of others."

While they were having a great time, the blizzard outside continued to rage, and the wind howled as it battered the shelter, as if it were jealous of the warmth and joy inside.

Lu Fan and An Lan, immersed in the world of Gomoku, were completely oblivious to the cold and danger outside.

As darkness fell, the two finished their game of chess for the day. An Lan won most of the games, while Lu Fan, though he lost more, still had a smile on his face.

"I'll let you off the hook today, but I won't hold back tomorrow," Lu Fan said defiantly as he tidied up the chess pieces.

An Lan smiled and nodded: "Sure, I'm always ready. Let's see who the real Go master is tomorrow."

The two lay on the warm kang (a heated brick bed), covered with thick animal hides, listening to the howling wind outside, and slowly drifted off to sleep.