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Chapter 690: Chapter 687: Winter Swimming

The clear ice surface still proudly displayed the white cracks spreading like a spiderweb, and the river, completely sealed by ice, exuded an astonishing chill.

Bi Fang had always been somebody who dared to think and act, and to the surprise of the audience, he stripped off all his clothes, leaving nothing but a pair of shorts.

The cold wind was still biting, and as it blew, capillaries naturally had a physiological reaction, contracting quickly to reduce the heat flowing out. Bi Fang felt as if he were wrapped in a blanket of ice, each needle-like prick biting into his skin.

Not to mention swimming, it would take great courage for a normal person just to get into the water.

Every breath was uncomfortable, with the icy chill pouring down the throat straight into the lungs, as if each alveolus was forming a layer of frost in the low temperatures. But this, compared to being exposed to the cold wind, was less bone-chilling than what was to come next.

Having been in the Arctic for more than two weeks, the time had moved from mid-October to November. For most people, this time of year is not too cold, but when it rains, a shirt is not enough to keep out the creeping coolness.

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Seeing what Bi Fang was doing, many people subconsciously hunched their shoulders and broke out in goosebumps, as if they were the ones being blown by the cold wind on the screen.

Especially from a first-person perspective, when looking at the whitened ice surface, that coldness seemed almost to spill out, leaving you breathless.

[Damn, I feel my teeth chattering.]

[Every time I see that group of winter swimmers, I suspect they are aliens.]

[Can you really not freeze to death?]

Light rain was drizzling outside the window, and the slightly chilly cold wind blew into the office. Even wearing a coat, Yao Jun couldn’t help but shiver and put down his cold drink.

You’re really something.

Yao Jun wrapped his coat tighter around him and couldn’t help but take out his phone and scroll through his contacts list.

The night was particularly cold; he needed a big sister with a broad heart and a warm soul to watch the live stream with him.

Ordinary viewers could only bear it alone with tears.

[Amazing, Master Fang is tops!]

[What defines a true man? (tactically leans back)]

[Let me use my sincere heart to warm up the cold ice!]

Bi Fang held his breath, choosing not to jump directly onto the ice from the shore but to walk onto it barefoot instead.

No one knew how strong the ice was. The cracks had formed, but if it had not broken through, rashly jumping on it could lead to a nasty slip and a bruised backside.

His feet, exposed to the low temperature, quickly turned red. Bi Fang shivered and then started walking lightly. When he reached the center of the river, the sound of the ice cracking echoed again, like a thin, crisp cookie.

Small fragments of ice burst from the huge crack, and as it neared its limit, Bi Fang tiptoed slightly, then stomped firmly, and the entire ice sheet shattered.

“Splash.”

The clear river water surged up and down, splashing onto the ice surface, quickly forming a layer of frost.

Silver bubbles filled the entire world as Bi Fang fought the urge to close his eyes.

Ice seemed to flow through his veins, further freezing, expanding, puncturing the elastic blood vessels under the extreme cold.

A cold venomous snake wound its way up his coccyx, climbing the spine at a swift pace, coiling deep within his brain.

Like an electric current passing through, his body instinctively wanted to open his mouth to breathe but was forcibly held shut. Yet, ultimately, he inevitably swallowed a mouthful of river water.

The thermal conductivity of water is 30 times greater than air, meaning a person loses heat in water 30 times faster than they would in air at the same temperature.

In 14-degrees Celsius cold water, the perceived temperature is already zero degrees.

Water at ten degrees Celsius, feels like negative four degrees Celsius to the body.

Eight degrees Celsius is the cold sensation temperature for winter swimming; strangely, it feels like negative eight degrees Celsius, providing an extreme sensation of intense cold, stinging, pain, and numbness.

The vast majority of natural water bodies begin to freeze at four degrees Celsius, which feels like negative sixteen degrees to the body.

At 3°C water temperature, it feels like -20°C.

At 2°C water temperature, it feels like -24°C.

At 1°C water temperature, it feels like -28°C.

At 0°C, it feels below -30°C.

In the Arctic, the freezing rivers are undoubtedly in the last category under the air temperatures of tens of degrees below zero.

The bone-chilling cold almost split Bi Fang’s mouth, but the icy water flowing down his throat calmed him.

Normally, winter swimming would undoubtedly involve a warm-up, exposing one’s body from a comfortable temperature, awakening each cell and pore to adapt to the cold, but Bi Fang did not because he had to demonstrate survival after falling into water at the same time.

Without any rash actions, Bi Fang just stayed still underwater, watching as the silver bubbles before his eyes slowly disappeared.

[Why isn’t he moving?]

[Could something have happened?]

[I’ve heard that when someone falls into cold water, they may experience a gasp reflex due to the cold water stimulus, causing you to hyperventilate uncontrollably, leading to an accelerated heart rate, and possibly even a temporary shock. Could it be that Old Fang is in shock?]

[Master Fang, Master Fang, are you still there, Master Fang? If you can see this, blink your eyes.]

You wouldn’t be able to see me blink anyway.

Bi Fang couldn’t help but muse sarcastically to himself.

The first-person camera had an intelligent recognition function, and could fill in the visuals on its own, blinking did not affect the audience’s viewing angle at all, unless one closed their eyes completely.

But faced with the audience’s concern, Bi Fang still stretched out his fingers, grabbed, and gestured an OK sign, indicating that he was fine and still conscious.

This relieved many in the audience, and it was good to know that he was okay, but Bi Fang’s motionless posture still caused confusion among the people.

Why isn’t he acting?

However, Bi Fang didn’t keep the audience waiting too long. The very moment he entered the water was without a doubt bone-chillingly cold, followed by an instinctual desire to breathe.

Hence, a person who has fallen into water must control their breathing and avoid gasping. After the brief cold, one must face the danger of hypothermia.

Once hypothermia sets in excessively, it can pose a risk to one’s life.

After the initial cold, the blood has to recirculate and expand, continuously delivering heat, while glycogen begins to break down in the body, consuming a large amount of oxygen simultaneously.

But Bi Fang felt okay at the moment.

While he remained completely still, Bi Fang could endure for more than eight minutes underwater, which for a normal person is already a terrifying figure, and on the other hand, it was the result of Bi Fang’s continuously improving physique and endurance training that led to his exceptionally high maximum oxygen uptake.

However, in cold water, with blood flowing rapidly to provide warmth, the time undeniably had to be discounted, but three to four minutes were still very easy. Yet, after feeling that his body was no longer that chilling,

Bi Fang began to move. He first looked up, only to find that the hole through which he had fallen had disappeared at some point.

The audience felt a sudden chill on their scalp.

Bi Fang had been swept away by the river!