"What's so hard about it? You girls only think it's hard because you're weak! For me, it's a piece of cake!"
Lin Aofan, who had just been thoroughly humiliated, seemed to regain his confidence. A smug smile returned to his face. "Just watch if you don't believe me. I'll have a fire going in no time!"
Great. This damn poser was desperate for attention again.
Lu Xiaoxiao was in no hurry to burst his bubble. She simply stood to one side with a silent smile, waiting to see what he could do.
Lin Aofan did have wilderness survival experience, but he had been fully equipped back then, carrying everything from flint to a lighter. Starting a fire had never been a concern, so he had never actually tried making fire by friction.
Still, you didn't have to do something yourself to know how it worked. Wasn't this whole fire-by-friction thing just rubbing two pieces of wood together? How hard could it be? There was no way he couldn't pull it off!
Having made his grand claims, Lin Aofan stepped forward and rubbed his hands together, ready to show off his skills.
He crouched down, set the block of wood on the ground, gripped the other wooden stick firmly in both hands, and began spinning it with all his strength.
At first, his movements were vigorous. He even hummed a tune, as though victory were already in sight. Before long, however, he discovered that things were not nearly as simple as he had imagined.
After just a few minutes of drilling, fine beads of sweat covered his forehead, and his hands began trembling slightly from the effort.
His breathing grew rapid, and his relaxed expression gradually gave way to anxiety and exhaustion. The stick became increasingly difficult to control, as though