Chapter 4: Astonishment—How Did He Achieve It?

"This... he is really only three or four years old. How on earth did he do that?"

"That fruit is at least five or six meters off the ground. Can he really manage that?"

"My god, his tree-climbing ability is insane. Has he been climbing trees since he was born?"

"Sigh, he's just a child after all. His parents must be worried sick."

"I am a Yanhuang hacker. I just looked up Qin Chuan's information. Qin Chuan is an orphan who was abandoned at the Beihai Orphanage since he was a baby. It has been exactly four years."

"A four-year-old orphan..."

Many fell silent; some in the live stream chat even began to cry. At four years old, he should have had an innocent and carefree childhood, but as a contestant, he didn't even have the hope of surviving. This game was too cruel.

"Hello everyone, I am Bingbing, and I will be your official commentator for this live stream."

Soon, an official small window appeared in Qin Chuan's broadcast room, instantly stunning countless people.

"Wow! It's Bingbing!"

"Oh my god, my wife Bingbing is here to commentate! I'm so happy."

"That’s my wife!"

"She's mine! Mine!"

Because of Bingbing, the number of viewers in Qin Chuan's broadcast room surged by millions and continued to skyrocket, showing just how popular she was. Every contestant had a small window for a national representative in the bottom left corner of the forbidden zone broadcast, where viewers could see the commentator. Since Qin Chuan was only three or four, he needed even more public concern, so the Yanhuang National Security Agency immediately dispatched the most popular commentator, Bingbing, to cheer him on. Although the people inside the forbidden zone couldn't hear them, this let the entire nation know that the country would not abandon any of its citizens.

Bingbing said, "Everyone, don't underestimate little Qin Chuan. You should have faith in him. A normal four-year-old doesn't have the ability to climb trees, so we must believe in Qin Chuan!"

Even though she didn't believe it herself, Bingbing couldn't let the public lose hope; that was her responsibility.

"Bingbing is right! Let's cheer for Qin Chuan!"

"Go, go, go!"

Inspired by Bingbing, their fading hope was reignited. Within the forbidden zone, Qin Chuan’s innocent, smiling face was clearly visible to everyone. He was getting closer and closer to the fruit on the tree. Yet, the viewers in the chatroom desperately wished he wouldn't reach it, as danger was lurking there. They were amazed by his climbing skills, yet they prayed he wouldn't have the energy to climb any higher.

However, things didn't go as they imagined. After climbing three meters, Qin Chuan exerted a sudden burst of strength, kicked off the trunk, and leaped directly onto a branch near the fruit, landing steadily.

The people in the broadcast room were stunned. They watched in disbelief—was this something a little brat could actually do? Even a special forces soldier would find it hard to leap onto a branch several meters high without any assistance. It was simply incredible. How tall was Qin Chuan? Barely eighty centimeters, yet such a small child could unleash such immense energy. The broadcast room went silent for a long moment.

"Haha, this looks delicious!"

On screen, Qin Chuan reached out his small hand to pick the strange fruit. But at that moment, the hidden danger struck.

"Oh no!"

"That venomous snake is still on the tree!"

"Little brat, get out of there! It's dangerous!"

"Qin Chuan, you can't get hurt!"

"Qin Chuan!"

The entire broadcast room was sweating for him. They watched in anxiety as the venomous snake opened its mouth, ready to strike at Qin Chuan.

"It's over!"

"Boo-hoo, little kid, your death is so tragic."

"What a vile snake, not even sparing a child."

Everyone mourned for Qin Chuan's fate. Many couldn't bear to watch the screen anymore; they didn't want to see the moment he was bitten.

"Huh? Little snake, do you want to eat the fruit too?"

However, the scream everyone expected never came. Instead, they heard Qin Chuan’s youthful voice, tinged with excitement.

"What's going on?" Everyone refocused on the screen.

They were stunned once more. What did they just see? Qin Chuan’s tiny left hand was tightly gripping the head of the venomous snake, letting its body flail about, while his right hand held a strange fruit several times larger than his palm. He was munching on the fruit while questioning the snake, which was being squeezed so hard its eyes were rolling back.

"Uh... this, this, this..."

"What the hell! Barehanded snake catching? Can someone tell me how he did that?"

"I missed it! I missed it! I was so worried I didn't see how he caught it. Can someone fill me in?"

"Same here."

"I saw it! I saw it! That was awesome!"

"It was like a divine intervention!"

Even Bingbing, who had turned away because she couldn't bear to see Qin Chuan get bitten and fall, regretted not watching. But as a professional reporter, she immediately said, "Everyone saw it! This is a citizen of our country. What does it matter if he's four? What does it matter if there's a venomous snake hidden in the shadows? It still has to bow down."

"Bingbing is right! Every one of our Yanhuang brats is extraordinary. A venomous snake is nothing."

"Sister Bingbing is amazing; she told us Qin Chuan wasn't simple, and she was right! With such talented youngsters in Yanhuang, why worry about the future!"

In truth, Bingbing was just as bewildered. She had no idea how Qin Chuan had done it, and she was intensely curious. Everyone felt the same. Could a normal four-year-old catch a snake with their bare hands? The snake’s striking speed had been incredibly fast.

However, voices of foreigners appeared in the chat:

"Hmph, it's just luck. Your Yanhuang brat will die there sooner or later."

"Exactly. It's hilarious that you Yanhuang people think a little kid can accomplish anything big."

"He got lucky this time, but this is a forest. What about next time? Hope he has more luck then."

These foreigners had been thrilled to see Qin Chuan about to be bitten, but the tables had turned, and they were bitter about missing out on the tragedy they wanted to see.

"Screw off, you foreigners. Just jealous that our little kid is better than you."

"Go back to your own broadcast rooms! Stop making a fool of yourselves here."

Their comments were immediately drowned out, and after leaving a few more harsh words, they retreated.