Chapter 43
The hot entry for the showdown in the wild survival live broadcast room occupied the top spot on the hot search list for one night, because many people who supported Chu Huaiqin had quarreled with the fans of the wild survival live broadcast room or passers-by. Many people really wanted to go to the live broadcast room to find some evidence to expose Chu Huaiqin's true face, but unfortunately, after a day of traveling in the rain, everyone was too tired to go to bed early.
The people who flocked into the live broadcast room only saw Lin Zhinan sitting and sleeping in a small shed in the dark woods, separated from the others by a river. The rain was hitting the roof of the shed, making a rattling sound accompanied by thunder. The night was both noisy and silent.
For some reason, this scene suddenly stirred up an indescribable feeling in many people: This year, perhaps, was truly different. As Chinese, they weren't supporting their own people. Wasn't that a bad thing?
There are fewer people arguing on Weibo, and many people actually search for Chu Huaiqin and others' short videos. I have to admit that it is quite good.
Although the domestic wilderness survival competition is not well-known internationally, it is considered a first-line variety show in China. That evening, many platforms reposted the official Weibo news, promoting wilderness survival. The number of clicks on videos made by many UP hosts before also increased slightly. Many UP hosts lamented that there was a kind of tranquility before the carnival.
The next day, the sky was gray and many people flocked into the live broadcast room. It was the first day before entering the finals, and many people came with a sense of ceremony, but they saw Chu Huaiqin and others still sleeping.
Live broadcast room: ...
"Where is Chu Huaiqin? I want to see how strong he is. He is actually the first person to be shortlisted."
"What are you yelling about? He hasn't woken up yet!"
"Today is April 24th, aren't they taking it a little too easy?"
"They're all trying to save their energy. They've been traveling in the rain for six consecutive days. Even the strongest men couldn't stand it."
"I'm so nervous. I wonder if Director Huang will create any obstacles at the last minute."
Many people in the live broadcast room were very nervous. There were only three days left. According to the distance, they could actually arrive in only about one day. Now it was raining, so half a day was more than enough. However, they were torn because of the different number of people who supported them.
"Come on, bro! Go!"
"Come on, Chenchen, go for it!"
"Come on, sister, go for it!"
"Come on, Tong Tiao! Go!"
After the first person flooded the screen with comments, the second person, and the third person all flooded the screen with comments. Slowly, everyone started flooding the screen with comments. I saw that more people supported you than me, so I wanted to flood the screen with comments more to cover you up. For a while, the comments covered the entire screen, and people couldn't see anything. Apart from the prefix name, all that was left was the two words "Come on!", which made my eyes spin.
People who came to watch the game: Fire!
There were too many comments, so many people had to turn them off or set a ratio. When the screen cleared, they saw Chu Huaiqin and the others had already gotten up. Two people stuck their heads out of the two sheds at the same time: the bald little monk and Feng Shan.
"morning."
The two men, with stern faces, shouted with overwhelming confidence. Although they'd known the finals were coming, they hadn't quite grasped the reality. Last night, after the staff came over to take everyone's photos, and after a night of reflection, it dawned on them that this was truly the final moment. They were competitors, and the Asian competition spot was either him or me.
"Brother, brother, get up quickly. We have to get ahead of them. I'm going to find something to eat first." The little monk put on his straw raincoat, pushed the door of the shed, and rushed out.
It was raining moderately now. The little monk pushed open the door of the shed, and the wind and rain blew in his face. The man who had just woken up and was still a little dazed was instantly awakened by the cold.
"Senior, I'll leave the rest to you and my sister. Xia En and I will go find something to eat. We'll try to find and cook lunch as well." Chu Huaiqin also got up, warmed himself in the shed, put on his waterproof jacket and set off.
Su Huaichen patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, leave it to me."
Chopping wood, making fire, boiling water, filling water bottles, and packing things are all considered logistics. Su Huaichen couldn't help but sigh. It was obvious that Chu Huaiqin should be more like a logistics person, but why did he become the one in charge? It seems that he should work hard to exercise after returning, and it would be best if he could learn some martial arts from Chu Huaiqin.
Chu Huaiqin was busy, and Bingxiang was no less busy. Only Lin Yongfu was left in the camp, and the three of them went out to find food.
"Can I be thankful that it was raining during the final battle? It seemed like God was helping my brother."
"Really? It's been raining these past few days, and we almost forgot about my brother's physique."
The live broadcast room lamented Chu Huaiqin's good luck.
For an hour, everyone was running around in the forest. They found cassava and papaya. The people on Bingxiang's side had already found it and went back quickly, but Chu Huaiqin seemed to be still looking for something.
"Xia En, take the cassava back and cook it first. I'll look for it later."
"What are you looking for?"
"Sweet potatoes. Logically, wherever there are cassava, sweet potatoes should also be suitable for growing."
"I'll help you look for it."
"What if I don't find it?"
Chu Huaiqin was right. If they hadn't arrived, the two of them would be wasting their time here. Xia Entang hesitated, looking at Chu Huaiqin with hesitation, but in the end, he gritted his teeth, hugged Cassava, and turned to run towards the camp.
In the dense woods, a handsome boy looked at the man in front of him in agony. He turned away, clutching the cassava in his arms, as he faced the man's resolute gaze. He ran wildly in the rain, his eyes as fragile as a drowning child, so helpless. He stumbled as he ran, his world, at that moment, dark...
Live broadcast room: ...
"The person who wrote the script should be fine. If he writes it again, it will become a tragic love story."
"Pfft, hahaha, don't blame me. When my dear brother told Xia En to go back first, he looked like he was abandoned."
Everyone had a lot of fun during the live broadcast. Chu Huaiqin was still fighting, Xia En had returned to the camp, Su Huaichen had already started the fire, and his sister was pouring water into the bamboo tube.
"Where's my brother?"
"Still looking."
Xia En put the cassava on the ground and did not go into the shed. He squatted down to peel the cassava, cut it into sections and put it into the pot. In order to save time, he also cut it into small pieces.
The water gurgled, first time, second time...
"The second time will be fine." Tong Tao looked at Bingxiang and the others anxiously. He felt that there was no need to cook this thing three times.
"I think it should be okay!" Lin Yongfu also thought so.
Bingxiang hesitated. Chu Huaiqin had originally taught them this cooking method, and they didn't really understand the toxicity of an uncommon crop like cassava. Speaking of which, once or twice should be enough.
"Okay, that's fine!" Bingxiang finally nodded. It had been cooked for so long, and it was cooked through twice, so there was no need for a third time.
Tong Tao was very happy to see that he had persuaded the three people. He wanted to win before, but after being tricked by Su Huaichen, he wanted to win even more and was determined to win by any means.
"That won't do! Didn't Chu Huaiqin say before that it should be boiled at least three times and then steamed in double boiler at the end, otherwise it will be spicy and poisonous."
"It's already been cooked twice. It's perfectly cooked. There's no need for a third time."
"You don't know, when I was a kid in the countryside, after digging up cassava, not only did we have to dry it in the sun, we also had to soak it in water for two days before cooking. The water from the first boil was useless, and only the second boil was safe to eat. If they do that, there will definitely be problems."
"These are all Chu Huaiqin's fans fooling around! I never have to do this when I buy things at the supermarket. Come on, Tong Tao!"
"Everything that comes into the supermarket has been dried and processed."
Some people in the live broadcast room wanted to persuade, but some people also refuted. The anxious people had no choice but to watch anxiously.
"Hey, did they eat so quickly?" Su Huaichen touched his chin, thoughtfully.
Lin Zhinan was so focused on drinking water that he didn't know if he heard it or not. However, Xia En raised his eyelids and then retracted them.
Bingxiang and the others ate very quickly. When Chu Huaiqin and the little monk came back, they had already finished eating and packed up to leave. When they saw Chu Huaiqin coming back, they said hello to him and left.
Chu Huaiqin walked towards the shed with the sweet potatoes in his arms and asked curiously, "They don't eat breakfast?"
It had been raining for a few days and the road was extremely difficult to walk on. It was very tiring and I couldn't walk far on an empty stomach.
"They ate it. I saw they ate it." Su Huaichen replied, turning his attention back to the cassava they were cooking.
Chu Huaiqin was a bit puzzled, but he didn't say anything. He rubbed the sweet potatoes in his arms with the rainwater to make mud. It wasn't the right season, so the sweet potatoes weren't big, just small, but still edible. Chu Huaiqin also brought back a few handfuls of sweet potato leaves. The little monk had also found cassava this time, and now that they had enough food, they put it away.
Several people were guarding these small pots and cooking. The people in the live broadcast room saw Bingxiang and the others running away and became anxious and almost angry. After finally seeing Chu Huaiqin and the others start to eat, the audience was so anxious that they kept urging them in the barrage, not considering at all that Chu Huaiqin and the others couldn't see it.
An hour had passed after Chu Huaiqin and others finished their meal and packed up. They set off with their backpacks on their backs and walked through the mud.
The muddy road was not easy to walk on, and everyone bumped into each other as they went around the mountain. Before they had time to rest, a rugged mountain road appeared in front of them, and on the other side of it was a cliff.
Lin Zhinan's face turned pale, and Su Huaichen also looked solemn.
"Let's go, walk close to the edge, and make sure each step is firm before lifting your foot." Chu Huaiqin spoke to comfort everyone.
The people in the live broadcast room nodded repeatedly, yes, that’s right, that’s how we should do it, Bingxiang and the others did the same before.
This cliff-side mountain road is not long, only about ten meters, but it was raining, so it seemed dangerous and scary to walk on, but everyone passed it safely.
The group continued walking forward, not encountering Bingxiang and his companions. Around noon, they gathered in a circle and took out the food they had cooked that morning. It included boiled sweet potato leaves, braised until black, a sweet potato per person, and two cassava sticks.
"Brother, does this count as a picnic in the rain?" The little monk ate the sweet potato leaves contentedly.
Su Huaichen was a little disgusted by the taste, but he still ate it. Food was scarce now, so it was good to have something to eat.
"Forget it!" Chu Huaiqin responded, turning to look at Lin Zhinan, who hadn't said much this morning. Seeing her busy eating, he couldn't help but frown and held her hand, "Don't eat so fast, it won't digest, and you'll feel uncomfortable when you walk later."
"Okay." Lin Zhinan responded and slowed down a bit, but still tried his best to keep up with the eating speed of Chu Huaiqin and the others.
After about ten minutes, everyone finished eating, and Lin Zhinan immediately picked up his backpack, which left Chu Huaiqin and others stunned.
"Sister, after eating, you need ten minutes to digest the food before you can continue your journey." The little monk was very confused when he saw Lin Zhinan was so anxious.
"Oh." Lin Zhinan was stunned, put down his backpack and sat quietly.
The little monk looked at Chu Huaiqin a little helplessly: Did he say something wrong?
Chu Huaiqin shook his head, stood up, turned off the microphone, and pulled Lin Zhinan away. The little monk wanted to follow but was stopped by Su Huaichen.
"Don't go."
"Brother, go talk to your sister. I feel like she's a little sad."
"Your brother is talking to her. She must be feeling uneasy."
"What hurdle?"
"Bingxiang and the others are walking ahead. They probably feel like they're a burden to us! Well, come to think of it, I'm the one who's holding you back. If I hadn't had a fever that day when we went up the cliff, I wouldn't have wasted a day and a half there."
Live broadcast room: Do you know anything else?
No one knew what Chu Huaiqin said to Lin Zhinan, but when she came back, her eyes were red and she looked much more relaxed.
"Obviously, Actor Su is the oldest among them, but it's his brother who's doing the counseling. He's really just a bunch of crap."
Su Huaichen's fans: Should I refute it? However, it seems so.
After resting for more than ten minutes, the few of them set off again. This was the downhill road. According to the time, they would reach the foot of the mountain around four o'clock in the afternoon, and they should be able to reach their destination tomorrow.
Chu Huaiqin wondered if Director Huang had any more obstacles. If not, he would have to think of a way to win.
"Brother, there is a sound." The little monk had sharp ears and suddenly stopped, looking serious.
"What's that sound?" Chu Huaiqin listened carefully and only heard the sound of rain.
"It's a human cry, and also," the little monk's expression became increasingly serious, his eyes suddenly widening, "it's a wolf."
The people in the live broadcast room were dumbfounded by the situation Bingxiang and the others were in. Was Director Huang playing such a big game?
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