The words, tinged with either jest or self-deprecation, drew laughter from the audience yet piqued the curiosity of many about what kind of person the Pri Minister of the Central Country would actually be.
For the general public, the deepest impressions of foreign leaders were likely of Polar Bear and Eagle, followed by the Central Country.
However, compared to the forr two, the Central Country’s presence had diminished several tis compared to a hundred years ago, and many people who didn’t pay attention to international politics couldn’t even recall what the Pri Minister looked like.
But what was even more surprising was...
[Damn, Old Fang started without his usual opening line, what a legendary fail]
Audience mbers with quick reactions finally rembered that Bi Fang hadn’t said his usual opening speech this ti!
As soone ntioned it, the barrage of comnts exploded, and comnts about the legendary fail floated across.
"Ahem." Bi Fang coughed twice into his fist. Distracted by the audience’s interruption, he also rembered he’d forgotten his opening line, but it wasn’t a big deal. He paused for a mont, then explained, "Actually, this ti I wouldn’t really call it an adventure."
"Even though it lasts for thirty days, the main goal is to show so common wilderness survival techniques—I can build a little cabin, go fishing, and such—it’s mostly about showing a relaxed way of life."
[Speaking of which, we haven’t seen Old Fang since Dolphin Bay. He hasn’t wrapped up yet.]
[Yeah, yeah, without the wrap-up, it feels like sothing is missing, like the live stream is incomplete.]
A wrap-up?
Bi Fang was taken aback; he hadn’t expected the audience to actually care about that.
The live stream at Dolphin Bay had ended with a bunch of police dispersing protesters and didn’t include any grand closing remarks.
After that was the release of the docuntary. Unlike before when there was always a long speech to wrap things up, the silent and quiet ending made viewers feel as if that live stream hadn’t really finished.
As for Bi Fang, the main character of the event, he seed to have hidden his light under a bushel and hadn’t appeared in the public eye since then. Many people, before Wolf Fang announced the upcoming live stream two days ago, even thought Bi Fang had been arrested by Japan.
Bi Fang pondered for a mont, just about to say sothing, when the soldier beside him coughed, signaling that he had sothing to say.
Bi Fang nodded his head in assent.
With permission, the soldier spoke up, "Actually, our Pri Minister is also quite interested in the topic of Dolphin Bay. If Mr. Bi Fang is willing, many things can be discussed when we et; we’re almost there."
"Alright," Bi Fang agreed readily.
Although he was dealing with the Pri Minister, the other party evidently showed him great respect.
Whether he spoke now or later made no difference; Bi Fang curbed his words and turned to introduce the remaining beaches instead.
"The Central Country is surrounded by the sea on all sides, yet it’s not famous for its beaches." Bi Fang looked down at the cliff full of rocks. Clearly, the area was very dangerous, completely unlike the sunny beaches and naturally had few visitors, making it look desolate.
In contrast, Hawaii in Ugly Country, Los Angeles, and France are known for extensive sunny beaches where one can see sexy beauties in bikinis strolling around.
"The main reason is that the western parts of Europe border the Atlantic Ocean. There’s a large continental shelf between the continent and the deep ocean basins; the British Isles and the North Sea are located right above it."
"This area used to be part of the European mainland. The British Isles ford after the sea level rose post the ice ages of the Fourth Epoch, which then led to the appearance of the North Sea."
Bi Fang pointed at the cliffs below while explaining, and all the soldiers beside him perked up their ears.
These soldiers were all born and raised in the Central Country. They liked to go to the coast during their holidays, but they had never thought about this matter. Now that it was suddenly brought up, their curiosity was piqued.
"In other words, before the Fourth Epoch, the British Isles were the western mountains of Europe, so after the sea level rose, many cliffs like these appeared."
In plain terms, the Central Country was once connected to the European mainland. But as the sea levels rose, the land between them was completely subrged, leaving only the towering mountain parts visible, which naturally resulted in many cliffs and steep bluffs.
Few soldiers standing nearby, evidently hearing this for the first ti, had never considered this aspect before and now wore expressions of sudden realization.
No wonder why the coastline of Central Country is so long, yet the number of scenic beaches is only a handful.
Even in the episode of Wilderness Survival, Bi Fang had drifted to the edge of a cliff. He climbed up overnight before he was truly rescued.
"Besides this reason, it also has to do with the geological composition. The coasts of Central Country are mostly characterized by white cliffs, which are extrely susceptible to erosion by seawater, leading to the collapse of entire stretches of land."
"What are white cliffs?"
A soldier beside couldn’t help asking.
Bi Fang smiled and said, "The so-called white cliffs are actually rocks ford by the deposition of tiny marine microorganisms at a rate of 0.015 milliters per year, mainly consisting of calcareous micro-fossils called coccoliths and planktonic foraminifera fossils."
"It started in the Cretaceous period, lasting till now for 130 million years. If you dig into them, you often find fossils of sea urchins, arrow stones, ammonites, as well as marine reptiles like the ichthyosaurs."
"For instance, the famous Dover Cliffs are a straight vertical expanse of white cliffs, located at the English Channel of Central Country, with a length of about 5 kiloters, facing the continent of Europe."
"There’s another interesting thing, at St. Margaret’s Cliff of Kent County in Central Country and the people of St. Margaret’s Bay, a popular coastal site with white cliffs visible upon looking up. Visitors often receive a ’Welco to France’ ssage on their phones, which results in roaming charges after use."
"Later investigations revealed that because the area is close to France, locals’ mobile phones occasionally enter the network of French mobile operators, and the ’culprit’ blocking the signals from Central Country turned out to be the beautiful white cliffs."
Having live-stread so many tis, once Bi Fang started talking, he couldn’t stop, quickly getting into the flow and casually ntioning all sorts of interesting things.
Especially after acquiring the Palace of Mind, Bi Fang found these activities even simpler to do.
[Amazing, it’s ti for Teacher Fang’s lecture again] Experience more content on .Côm
[I don’t understand, but I’m deeply impressed]
Apart from the thrilling action content, Bi Fang’s vast knowledge is also a major highlight of his live streams, which ordinary imitation broadcasters simply can’t emulate.
This requires a massive accumulation of knowledge and the flexible ans to apply it; many types of knowledge aren’t readily usable after learning them.
"However, as I’ve said, Central Country is surrounded by the sea on all sides, but the country itself is not small, so the coastline is extrely long. This even led to an interesting joke that the coastline of Central Country is infinitely long."
"In 1967, a groundbreaking paper was published in the internationally authoritative ’Science’ magazine from Ugly Country. Its title was ’How Long Is the Coastline of Central Country? Statistical Self-Similarity and Fractal Dinsion’."
"Mainly, it discussed that coastlines, as a type of curve, are characterized by being highly irregular and extrely rough, displaying complex and sinuous changes. We can’t distinguish any essential differences between one part of the coast and another based on shape and structure.
This nearly uniform degree of irregularity and complexity indicates that the coastline is self-similar in morphology, aning local shapes are similar to the overall shape."
"Without a reference object, scale, or asuring unit, people cannot tell by eye whether a certain section of the coastline captured by a cara is 100 km, 10 km, or 1 m."
"This type of self-similarity is common in nature, such as the rolling mountains, fractured strata, patterns of tree bark, falling snowflakes, and so on."
The audience listened, awestruck and full of admiration.
[Impressive, though I don’t understand]
[Off-topic, off-topic]
"Ahem." Bi Fang realized he had gone a bit too far and hurriedly got back on track, "With such a long coastline, there are bound to be a few spectacular beach scenes. The one beneath our feet right now is—Rossilli Beach."
"Alright, let’s go down now."
Upon receiving the instruction, the pilot nodded, and the helicopter slowly approached the beach below.
With the longest coastline in Wales to its back, at a glance, Rossilli Bay seed to hang upside down on the sea like a crescent moon.
The elongated coastline drew a perfect arc against the horizon. The water was clear to the bottom and, under the sunlight, it complented the three miles of golden sandy beach, with the sea and sky blending into an incomparable hue.
Apart from the erald sea, blue sky, and golden sands, the beach was surrounded by dark cliffs with multicolored wildflowers squeezed onto the rocks, boldly displaying their beauty.
When the helicopter reached directly above the beach, descending to about ten ters, Bi Fang signaled the pilot to stop.
"Alright, this is the spot."
"Here?" The pilot confird once again.
"Yes."
Bi Fang had already opened the hatch and tossed his backpack down.
"The rope ladder is under the seat, you can..."
"No, I don’t need that thing."
Bi Fang shook his head, loosening his muscles in the cramped seat.
Not using the rope ladder?
"Oh, are you planning to rappel down? We have a fast rope as well, it’s right..."
"No, no, no, I am going to jump straight down."
The soldiers in the back row cocked their heads in unison, staring at Bi Fang’s silhouette, and a unanimous "???" popped up above their heads.
The pilot let out a shriek of astonishnt, triple-checking, "WH*******! Are you serious? It’s ten ters high!?"
Ten ters high, no rope ladder, not rappelling, are you going to protect your fall?
The audience was shocked, ten ters?
In the past, the highest Bi Fang perford fall protection was six ters, right? Now, he’s just added four ters?
Before anyone could think further, Bi Fang had already jumped out of the hatch.
Soldiers: "!!!!"
The very mont he leaped out of the aircraft, Bi Fang’s adrenaline soared.
Ten ters!
It wasn’t four ters, it wasn’t six ters, it was ten ters!
Even divers can have shaky legs, let alone jumping towards the ground!
The audience gasped, the soldiers on the helicopter raced to peer down from the door, Bi Fang visibly shrank to the eye, and in a matter of seconds, he was almost touching the ground.
Bi Fang adjusted his posture mid-air to face downwards, and the mont he made contact with the ground, his brain reacted, 50ms of response ti allowed him nearly three tis more adjustnt ti than the average person!
The balls of his feet touched the soft sand, compressing like a springboard, and after his whole foot settled evenly, he instinctively squatted, leaning the body’s center of gravity forward.
Ankle, knee, and hip joints, all three joints dissipated the force simultaneously.
Quicker reflexes, greater shock resistance!
Next, Bi Fang’s hands thrust slightly upward, executing a small amplitude dolphin dive, and as he threw his hands out, his legs pushed off the ground, propelling his body into a parabolic arc.
The viewers’ eyes followed the trajectory of the arc,
After diving a short distance, Bi Fang touched down and rolled forward, finally standing up ready to sprint as if nothing had affected him.
A perfect display of fall protection.
"Did this guy really just pull it off??"
Even with the sand, a ten-ter drop is terrifying, the soldiers aboard the helicopter exchanged glances, not daring to believe it, even suspecting their eyes were playing tricks on them.
The audience watching the livestream were stupefied as well, he just jumped like that?
"Haha, that felt pretty good." Bi Fang bounced on the sand, sensing that this wasn’t his limit, he could still push the height further.
Next ti, maybe try twelve ters?
"But everyone, don’t try this lightly, anything above three ters is dangerous, and if you really want to practice, you must do it over a sponge mat."
In the end, Bi Fang didn’t forget to offer a word of caution, after all, many of the youths watching his livestream might get the urge to imitate him.
[It’s so high, I’m short of breath]
[My legs have gone soft already]
[Can we agree this is the most hardcore livestream, no objections right?]
[Master Fang, teach to show off like this!]
[Coach, I want to learn this!]
[Try and you’ll die]
The ten-ter fall protection set off a small wave of excitent in the livestream, with gifts and comnts flooding in.
Bi Fang picked up the backpack lying on the ground and began to stroll along the beach.
If the Pri Minister was coming to join his live broadcast, naturally it wouldn’t be him waiting for Bi Fang.
"Do you see the drone over there?" Bi Fang pointed at the drone in the sky not far away. Apart from the three drones filming him, there were many small black dots in the sky, conservatively estimated to be over ten, with helicopters hovering in the distance as well.
"The Protection Bureau has deployed a large number of drones, sealed off the nearby airspace, and I could only leave the plane early, then walk to the agreed location, let’s see, soone should co to guide ."
No sooner had Bi Fang finished speaking than a drone flew towards him, circling in front of him a few tis; clearly, this was the "guide".
Bi Fang followed the airborne drone, starting to head eastward.
On the other side, Boris made his way to the beach, but obviously in a more pedestrian manner, with the helicopter descending to the ground, a more grounded approach.
There was also a livestream on Boris’s side, running concurrently with Bi Fang’s, split into two vertical screens.
The mont he appeared, it sparked cheers from the audience, and it was only then that they fully believed that this was indeed the Pri Minister of Central Country.
[Aweso, aweso, aweso, it’s really the Pri Minister of Central Country!]
[Master Fang is moving up in the world, from international superstar to a national leader]
[Glorious!]
[The most badass host, in terms of content and status!]
Boris was clearly well-prepared for this livestream, trading his usual suit and tie for professional sports attire, looking genuinely ready for more than just a walk-on role.
Despite this, his hair still flowed freely.
Boris, facing the cara, began to exchange pleasantries with the audience smoothly.
Accustod to politicians in suits and ties, the audience found the sight of the Pri Minister in sportswear refreshingly different.
Compared to other countries’ leaders, the barely over fifty Boris looked significantly more vibrant and energetic.
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