Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

Thin Ice shifted its center of gravity in mid-air, pushed off the wall during its descent, and used the momentum to complete a perfect forward somersault, landing beautifully.

Ignoring the various expressions on the faces of the crowd, he walked straight to the bell and pressed the button that signaled the end.

The red team was clearly flustered, and Bai Zixiu and Mo Tao also saw Bo Bing leap over.

"So handsome, Bo Bing!"

Mo Tao waved to Bo Bing across the wide central area, cupping one hand to her mouth as she cheered for him.

Bo Bing smiled at Mo Tao and waved in response to Mo Tao's praise.

Many people across the street cast admiring glances at him.

"Little Ice Bro is a real man!"

Some trainees also shouted at him.

There's no other reason than that people admire strength, and Bo Bing's move is simply a killer move for men; anyone would find it incredibly cool.

"Teacher Taozi, Teacher Bai, you're too kind!"

The young man bowed to the team opposite him and said, "Good luck to your red team, we'll head into the mountain first."

When Bo Bing passed by Bai Shan Yan, he knew that Bai Shan Yan was behind it all.

It doesn't matter, the result is the same anyway.

No one can stop you.

The group followed Bo Bing into the mountain area. Bo Bing took out the climbing rope that Zhao Yang had just used and said to the people behind him, "Everyone, make sure you have all the safety measures in place. Make sure you have your ice axes and crampons ready. If you encounter a path, test it first before you go over it."

Bo Bing mentioned some precautions, and several field experts exchanged opinions and added some field knowledge.

A group of people, fully armed, entered the foothills and began their advance.

The team was organized as follows: Snow Mountain Guide and Bo Bing led the way, followed by Jiang Wenqing, Zhao Yang, Ye Tianxing, Bai Shanyan, and finally Zhang Feng, along with two field experts.

In principle, field experts will not interfere with the team's direction of progress. What they need to do is follow the planned route, make sure no one falls behind, observe the surrounding environment, and communicate with the team leader in a timely manner to adjust the route.

After all, there are many unexpected events in the wild.

The mountains in the foothills were also covered with snow, and the group cautiously advanced, fearing any unexpected events.

Crampons played a crucial role.

The snow stretched out in a continuous expanse under the sun, and the local guides promptly reminded everyone not to stare at the snow for too long, as this could lead to snow blindness.

Bo Bing put on goggles and walked alongside the guide.

The mountains in winter are dangerous, like graveyards where the dead are buried.

Just as Ye Tianxing said, Bo Bing thought that traveling in groups in the snow-capped mountains could greatly increase the survival rate, even if it was out of biological instinct.

—A place where you can't survive without sticking together.

Bo Bing gave a self-deprecating laugh.

Even someone like myself, who boasted so confidently while relying on the system's power, would feel a sense of awe when faced with a place like this...

—What a wonderful experience.

The group carefully avoided icicles and snow caves. Even those who slipped and fell were able to get up safely with the help of the team. In this way, the group slowly made their way to the vicinity of the icefall.

The team's progress was like a camel caravan moving through the desert, leaving behind man-made, continuous snow tracks on the snow-capped mountains.

Perhaps, after who knows how long, the sand blown by the wind will cover up the footprints of this camel caravan?

The route chosen by Bo Bing passes through an elevated area near the icefall, requiring certain rock climbing skills to get through.

But compared to the steep cliffs, the cedar-lined slopes here are easier; once they get past this point, all that's left is to continue their journey.

As the sun gradually set in the west, Bo Bing looked at the map and compass, confirming the direction with the guide.

A steep slope lay before him, behind which, as far as the eye could see, stretched endless mountains, and beyond those mountains, peaks shrouded in clouds and mist.

He can see very far.

An idea occasionally flashes through my mind: even on Mount Everest, the world's highest peak, bar-headed geese have taken flight to survive.

—The creations of nature...are truly wondrous.

[January 6, 4:47 PM, temperature -12 degrees Celsius, light breeze]

"Everyone, check the equipment one last time to make sure everything is in perfect working order."

Time ticked by, and Bo Bing dared not linger. After organizing the team, he gave the order to climb the steep slope.

Bo Bing's voice was steady and powerful. He lowered his head and carefully checked his climbing rope one last time to make sure it was suitable.

The team members nodded and began to carefully check their backpacks, crampons, ice axes, and most importantly, climbing ropes.

Ye Tianxing stared at Bo Bing's back, narrowed his eyes, stretched his stiff body, and quickly swallowed a chocolate bar to replenish his energy.

The man stroked the climbing rope in his hand; its rough texture gave him a sense of security, just like the thin ice around him, possessing a convincing and magical power.

—This rope will be their lifeline on the steep slope.

Bo Bing secured the climbing rope in his hand to the rock with a piton.

"All hands on deck!"