After being stranded on a deserted island, they all plotted against me

The only difference was that Anya was facing Zhang Liu, while Qin Ruoshuang was standing behind Zhang Liu.

The sun in the sky was very strong. Even after taking off his clothes and exposing his upper body, Zhang Liu was sweating all over after this exercise.

Sweat kept running down my forehead, across my eyebrows, and into my eyes.

He needed to blink constantly to relieve the soreness and swelling in his eyes from the sweat.

This is not the most important thing. Zhang Liu is more worried about his arm. Although thick smoke has come out, he has also reached his limit.

The soreness in his arm muscles accumulated to the extreme, and during the next pushing and pulling movement, Zhang Liu sighed heavily.

Then the bow slipped from his hands and fell silently on the beach.

Zhang Liu himself was supporting himself on the ground with one hand and breathing heavily.

His right forearm and upper arm muscles had lost all feeling, leaving only a stiff and numb sensation.

"Ah?" Anya, who had no idea what was going on, was immediately surprised, and then she quickly shouted, "Zhang Liu, keep going, it's going to get hot!"

From Anya's perspective, black sawdust has appeared on the wood that serves as the base of the ignition point. This is obviously due to the carbonization reaction caused by the high temperature. It would be a pity for Zhang Liu to stop now.

"It seems like his hands are too tired and he can't drill anymore." Qin Ruoshuang quickly unscrewed the half-filled mineral water bottle in her hand, then placed it next to Zhang Liu's mouth and began to feed him water.

"Gulu...Gulu..."

Zhang Liu didn't bother to be polite with Qin Ruoshuang. He took the bottle with his left hand which was still functioning normally and drank up half the bottle of water.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and then under the worried gaze of Anya and Qin Ruoshuang, he smiled bitterly and said, "My muscles became sore after pulling for too long, and then I couldn't hold the bow anymore."

"But it's very effective." Qin Ruoshuang put her fingertips on the pile of black sawdust to feel it, then quickly retracted her fingertips and said, "The temperature is very high."

"Well, I chose this one specifically." Zhang Liu looked up at the sun that had already reached the center of the sky, and then said, "The temperature is the highest, and the possibility of ignition is the greatest."

As he said this, he felt somewhat helpless.

Right now my right hand is almost weak, so it should be no problem to pick up something.

But if we continue to make fire by rubbing two sticks together.

Zhang Liu knew in his heart that he couldn't do it in a short period of time.

"It's okay, let's eat something first." Anya peeled a jaboticaba and then picked out the core. She looked at the sea not far away and reached out to feed it to Zhang Liu's mouth.

"Okay, thank you." He took it with his hand and put it in his mouth. The sweet taste cheered up his depressed mood. After chewing for a few times, Zhang Liu said, "I'll go to the beach to pick up some more wood. After my arm recovers, I'll continue to try to make fire by drilling wood."

Although he said this, he knew in his heart that his plan to start a fire today would be a failure.

Because now is the highest temperature, and my physical condition is the best, but I haven't succeeded yet.

As the weather gets cooler, my arm will probably only be able to recover to a large extent. How can I succeed in making fire by rubbing two sticks together?

Walk to the beach, pick up some wood that has drifted with the waves, and then throw them all onto an open space.

Zhang Liu would occasionally let his gaze rest on the boundless deep blue sea.

How he hoped that a small black dot would appear at the farthest point of the horizon, and then gradually approach and become a rescue ship...

But it was not until a small pile of firewood had accumulated at his feet that Zhang Liu sighed helplessly, threw away the somewhat unrealistic fantasy in his heart, and began to squat down and sort it out carefully.

At the entrance of the cave, after Zhang Liu left, Anya picked up the bow drill that had fallen to the ground because her arm was weak.

Then she began to imitate him, putting on the wooden pole and pulling the bow to make it turn.

Compared to the crackling sound when it started to turn, the front end of the wooden stick and the small hole in the wood have now been initially run-in.

But Anya still needed to expend a lot of energy to turn. She could not even last half the time that Zhang Liu could. She had to stop and breathe heavily, and then announced that she gave up.

"Drink something and take a rest." Qin Ruoshuang handed a freshly cracked coconut to Anya, and then whispered, "I'm afraid we won't be able to make a fire today. Don't show any disappointment later, or Zhang Liu will feel uncomfortable."

"I understand." Looking at Qin Ruoshuang's serious expression, Anya was about to nod in response, but her eyes suddenly fell on the other's chest.

She felt like something was wrong here, but she couldn't put her finger on it.

Frowning, as a woman, Anya naturally didn't care about anything. She just started to observe carefully, and then she realized that something was wrong, so she immediately raised her head and asked in surprise: "Where is your underwear?"

At the moment, Qin Ruoshuang's chest curve, although still towering, has a slightly drooping feel because there is no support from underwear.

Especially at this moment when the weather is hot, the white school uniform begins to become translucent after the sweat seeps in.

Qin Ruoshuang awkwardly stretched out her right hand to grab her left upper arm, covering the two spots of red that were vaguely visible on the front of her clothes.

Then she whispered, "Let me take off your underwear, and then come up with me."

"Ah?" Anya was still blinking in confusion, and Qin Ruoshuang took the initiative to climb into the cave from the side.

After hesitating for two seconds, she followed and then saw Qin Ruoshuang take out a sponge from under the foam where they slept last night.

"I took out the sponge from inside, one for each of you. I'll accompany Zhang Liu to the beach later, you can take this opportunity to wipe your lower body." Qin Ruoshuang handed the sponge to Anya, who looked shocked, and whispered, "Put it away quickly, Zhang Liu will probably be back soon."

"Oh, but why don't you put your underwear on again?" Anya quickly took the sponge and stuffed it into her shirt pocket, still feeling a little confused.

After taking out the sponge pad, can I still wear the underwear again?

"It's a front-button, gathering type, with a hook and sponge in the middle connecting them. Now the sponge is gone, and the buttons will prick your flesh when you put it on." Qin Ruoshuang took out the underwear from under the foam board and showed it to Anya, her voice full of helplessness.

Of course she had tried to force it through even if it pierced her flesh.

However, the painful feeling as if needles were pricking her chest at any time if she moved made Qin Ruoshuang choose to keep her upper body bare in front of Zhang Liu.

"Then wear my underwear!" Anya reached out and touched the inverted edge of the underwear, then spoke out her thoughts.

Then she noticed that Qin Ruoshuang's expression suddenly became strange.

Chapter 24: It is easy to get deformed if you don’t wear underwear.

"Why are you showing that expression?" Without knowing what Qin Ruoshuang was thinking, Anya said in confusion: "This red sportswear on me is not translucent because it won't sweat."

"That..." With an extremely difficult expression on her face, Qin Ruoshuang simply hugged her hands to her chest. The soft flesh became more obviously visible under the strong pressure at this moment.

Looking at the other person's breasts that still maintained their shape even without wearing underwear, Anya suddenly became silent.

She began to understand why Qin Ruoshuang showed an embarrassed but polite expression when she suggested changing underwear.

Sometimes, communication between girls is so simple and easy.

"I'm going to wait for Zhang Liu downstairs, you can do whatever you want." Like a stray dog, Anya quickly climbed down from the side, and she no longer had the courage to turn her head and look at Qin Ruoshuang's chest again.

On the other side, Zhang Liu had returned to the cave with a handful of dry firewood, and began to sit and think about why he had failed to make fire by rubbing two woods together before.

The biggest problem is probably that the drilling time is not long enough.

According to the introduction in wilderness survival videos, drilling wood to make fire does not directly ignite a flame, but only turns the wood chips into a state similar to burning ashes through repeated work and heat generation.

Then place the ash in the fire starter and blow gently to increase the oxygen to complete the ignition.

That's about it for the theoretical knowledge.

Zhang Liu held the piece of wood that would serve as a base for making fire in front of him and examined it carefully.

There was a small hole on the surface where the bark had been peeled off, and there was black carbonized sawdust next to the hole.

After looking at it for a long time, he couldn't think of any improvements that could be made to this tool.

Just keep going!

Looking at the sun that had clearly passed some distance in the sky, Zhang Liu took a deep breath, and then wrapped the wooden stick that had been worn round around his belt and the bow drill made of bent branches.

He used the shell on the palm of his left hand as a support point, and prepared to pull it back and forth with his other hand again, but at this moment, he stopped his hand movement.

Zhang Liu remembered the last step of making fire by drilling wood together, pouring the ignition ashes on the flammable material, and then giving it oxygen...

So could it be that the hole I dug was too small, which prevented oxygen from entering?

Picking up the metal sheet on the ground, he simply cut another shallow hole near the small hole created by the first failed attempt to make fire by drilling wood.

Maybe this can allow more oxygen to enter?

With a little hope in his heart, Zhang Liu took a deep breath and started to make fire for the second time.

“Squeak, squeak…”

The sound of people rubbing wood together to make fire outside reached Anya's ears while she was picking up wood nearby. She immediately ran towards the cave with a handful of branches.

Qin Ruoshuang, who was struggling inside the cave as to whether or not to come out, hesitated for a moment and then carefully climbed down from the side.

She took her arm away from her chest and slowly walked towards Zhang Liu, who was busy drilling wood to make a fire.

Qin Ruoshuang has already realized it.

If there is no external rescue, he and Zhang Liu will definitely have to survive in this wilderness.

Until the day we escape.

It is only a matter of time before clothes are torn and the body is exposed.

It would be better to use this level of semi-transparency to let Zhang Liu get used to it sooner...

At the same time, she felt somewhat helpless.

Because Qin Ruoshuang understood that whether he would adapt or have bad intentions, only Zhang Liu himself knew.

Zhang Liu could hear the sounds of running and walking nearby, but he had no energy to care about it.

Because the second time of rubbing two wood together to make fire was obviously more effective than the first time.

After just a few dozen rotations back and forth, wisps of green smoke began to emerge from the contact point between the wooden stick head and the wooden base. Previously, this effect would only occur after at least a hundred rotations.

"Sizzle... Sizzle..." As the green smoke became thicker and thicker, Qin Ruoshuang and Anya, who were close to Zhang Liu, didn't even dare to breathe.

Although Zhang Liu knew in his heart that the method of rubbing two sticks together to make fire did not mean that flames would come out directly from the top of his wooden stick.

But he didn't know to what extent it would reach a point where there would be burning ashes.

The soreness in his arm came again, but this time Zhang Liu did not choose to give up. Instead, he changed his posture directly.

He was now squatting and pulling the drill bow, and at this moment Zhang Liu knelt directly on the beach, with one foot supporting the beach and the knee of the other foot simply pressed on the piece of wood.

His right hand was twitching back and forth frantically. The change of posture just now gave him a better point of leverage.

"Huh!" With a heavy gasp, Zhang Liu threw away the bow drill in his hand, then picked up the wooden base that was already smoking, and poured all the contents onto the white "old man's beard" that had been prepared next to him.

Black sawdust mixed with wisps of green smoke all remained on the old man's beard.

"There are sparks!" Compared to Qin Ruoshuang who was still thinking about her breasts, Anya's attention was now completely focused on whether Zhang Liu could successfully make a fire.

So she clearly saw that in the pile of black sawdust poured out by Zhang Liu, there was a smoldering red color like charcoal fire!

This discovery surprised and delighted Anya.

There is no time to answer, and no time to hesitate.

So what if my arms are extremely sore?

Zhang Liu picked up the white, fluffy old man's beard beside him and began to blow it gently, imitating the movements in the wilderness video.

"call……"

He knelt on the ground and blew gently.

His expression was extremely pious.

Slash-and-burn agriculture is the modern human description of the evolution of previous primitive civilizations.

But for Zhang Liu, being able to successfully make a fire means that he has the basic conditions to survive in this wilderness.

No more pitch black nights.

Food will no longer be cold and sticky.

You can warm up quickly when you wake up in the morning.

All of the above thoughts flashed through his mind as he blew gently.

It also flashed through Qin Ruoshuang and Anya's minds.

Anya had already thrown all the wood she had picked up at her feet, waiting for Zhang Liu's fire to ignite it.

"call……"

With the tenth breath, the second breath, the thirtieth breath...

The old man's beard gradually began to change from only emitting blue smoke to continuously producing blue-white smoke.

Zhang Liu understood that this was a sign of being ignited.

But he did not stop blowing. Instead, he continued to take a deep breath and then blow out.