May 8th.
Bi Fang woke up at Camp Two, and even with the shelter of the rock walls, his body was already piled with snow. He removed his mask to shake off the ice crystals that scattered in the wind, sat leaning on the ground, and pulled out two Energy Bars for breakfast.
Just then, his phone vibrated. It was Yao Jun calling.
Bi Fang took off his gloves to answer and asked as he ate, "What's up?"
"The weather bureau's forecast is out: from the 10th to the 14th, they say that's the best window for summiting!"
"Not bad."
At least there were five more days.
That was enough.
Bi Fang wasn't too disappointed by this news, as it wasn't far off his expectations. Under normal training conditions, this time wouldn't be sufficient, but Bi Fang didn't plan to train in the conventional way of going up and down three times.
Extraordinary times called for extraordinary measures. He planned to reach Camp Three in one go today and then acclimatize to the environment.
