Before Sihwa set off, Zhang Zian used a fake voice to ask her to turn the camera elsewhere. He told her in a low voice that the surfer's situation was unknown. He might be trapped on the surfboard, or he might have fallen into the water. If it was the former, she did not have to show up. She just had to hold the surfboard underwater and bring the surfer to a safe area. If it was the latter … she could only adapt to the situation.
Sihwa waved her hand impatiently. When he pointed out the general direction of the surfer, she swam out of the cave with the help of the ebbing tide.
She wanted to save people, but she didn't want to stop the live broadcast. What should she do?
She tried to hold the phone in her mouth with the camera facing the front, but it didn't work. Her mouth couldn't open that wide, but when she looked down, she had an idea.
She was wearing the bikini swimsuit that Zhang Zian had bought. The swimsuit was very close-fitting and showed off her figure. Her chest was very big, so of course, it was tightly wrapped.
So she stuffed the phone into the swimsuit on one side of her chest, adjusted the position, and tried to make the camera face the front. Then, with a strong tail fin, she shot out like an arrow from a bow.
Fortunately, this phone was waterproof.
The netizens had never seen this kind of live broadcast in their lives, and they probably wouldn't see it in the future.
First, a group of fat otaku viewers tragically sent out "let go of that phone and let me do it." Then, they were sent to the hospital because of nosebleeds. Then, the other netizens who were still alive saw two white arms alternately cutting through the waves from a first-person perspective. The speed at which they were moving forward was so fast that it was shocking.
The sky was yellow, and the sea was blue. Without other reliable references, no one could be sure how fast Sihwa was swimming, but it was definitely very fast. The foam created by her arms hitting the water was thrown behind her as soon as it appeared. It gave people the feeling that they were sitting in a high-speed train looking out the window.
Some netizens were very confused because they estimated that the frequency of their arms swinging was about the same as Sihwa's. Why couldn't they swim so fast? This was the speed of a world champion!
From this perspective, they could only see Sihwa's two arms, and occasionally a strand of dark green hair floating in front of the camera. They could hear her even breathing, and from the sound of it, she seemed to have a lot of energy left.
The contrarian netizens began to argue about how fast Sihwa's speed was, but no one could convince anyone. After all, there was no reference.
Because the offshore current itself could be as wide as 100 meters, and it was unknown how far the surfer had been washed away by the offshore current, and it was unknown whether the surfer had sunk to the bottom of the sea. Even Sihwa would find it difficult to find him.
Sihwa swam for a distance, poked her head out of the water to look around, then continued to swim forward.
In order to expand the search area as much as possible, she moved forward in a zigzag pattern. At the same time, she listened for any suspicious sounds in the sea.
Her hearing was very sensitive, far more sensitive than a human's.
Gulp gulp gulp …
She heard the sound of a lot of bubbles in the water. Under normal circumstances, there would not be bubbles in the water like this, unless there was a volcano at the bottom of the sea. But this was the coastline, so it was impossible for there to be a volcano.
Then this could be … the sound of a drowning person sinking to the bottom, and the air in their lungs being replaced by seawater.
This also meant that the surfer had fallen into the water, and there was not much time left for Sihwa.
Thus, she flicked her tail fin and swam faster in the direction of the bubble sound.
Arriving at the approximate location of the sound, she plunged into the seabed.
In the eyes of the audience, this scene was simply as terrible as a nightmare.
The depths of the sea were dark, giving people the feeling that there was something terrible hidden, and it was waiting for Sihwa's arrival with its mouth full of sharp teeth.
Many people had dreamed of their own experiences of falling off a cliff. At this time, it was as if they were falling into an endless dark abyss with Sihwa.
In fact, the sea here was not very deep, but many people had deep sea phobia. They covered their eyes and did not dare to look again, for fear that some monster would appear.
Sihwa was not afraid of anything in the sea. The sea was like her back garden. Although she could not see the dark seabed clearly, she could hear that there was nothing at the bottom of the sea. There was no so-called monster, only the sound of the torrent rolling up the sand.
A string of bubbles rose from the deeper seabed, very weak.
Sihwa was sure that the surfer was below.
The netizens knew that at this critical moment, either Sihwa successfully saved people and became a hero, or she would be dragged down by the drowning person and sink to the bottom of the sea. From then on, the world would have one less beautiful girl.
From Sihwa's sudden plunge, some careful netizens began to calculate the time. They were worried about how deep she could dive in one breath, because she had to leave half of the oxygen for the return journey.
Ten seconds … twenty seconds … thirty seconds …
Even though they knew that Sihwa could not see, at this time, the bullet screen in the live broadcast room was almost unanimously telling her to quickly float up and not dive any further.
The light in the deep water was getting darker and darker. Sihwa's eyes widened, and she finally saw a vague shadow.
The young man wearing a tight-fitting diving suit was slowly sinking, looking up at the sea. There were a few bubbles coming out of his nostrils, and his right hand maintained a high posture. It was as if he was full of attachment and reluctance to leave the world.
He was still so young, and stubble had just grown on his chin. Although his eyes were still open, they had lost their spirit, and the fire of life in his pupils was about to be extinguished.
The netizens in the live broadcast room, regardless of whether they were watching the live broadcast at home, in class, or even in the company, were all so excited that they could not control themselves. They jumped up and shouted to cheer for Sihwa, and many people had already burst into tears.
The online anchors also heard about this. They did not care about their own live broadcast room, and they all rushed into Sihwa's live broadcast room to watch this unprecedented move!
The number of people online in Sihwa's live broadcast room had risen to a terrifying number, and it was almost jumping up and down.
They saw Sihwa reach out to him, getting closer and closer to his raised right hand.
Three meters … two meters … one meter!
The audience clenched their fists and held their breath, and the bullet screen temporarily disappeared.
She held it!
Sihwa held the surfer's hand tightly!
"Quickly float up!"
Everyone was shouting and sending bullet screens, wishing that they could pass their power to Sihwa's body across thousands of mountains and rivers.
Sihwa knew that time was running out. After holding the surfer's hand firmly, she suddenly swung her tail fin, stopped herself from sinking, and floated up.
However, because her movements were too fierce, and the phone screen and back cover were too slippery, under the action of inertia, the phone slipped out of her swimsuit, rolling and sinking into the dark bottom of the sea.
In fact, although her phone was waterproof, it was a miracle that it lasted until now.
Under the huge water pressure, the phone screen went black and was completely broken.
At this most thrilling moment, the live broadcast was interrupted.
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