Song Yi immediately added, "We can set up another bed in the RV. It can sleep four people."
Yan Ziruo chimed in enthusiastically, "And the camping tent we bought is professional-grade gear! It’s big, waterproof, and can also sleep four."
Wang Chuan stood up. "Alright then, let’s get the tent set up before it gets dark, and then we’ll make dinner..."
Working together, it took them nearly an hour to set up what Yan Ziruo had called the "professional camping tent" next to the front of the RV.
Their efficiency was so low mainly because Song Yi, Yan Ziruo, and Yanyan were more of a hindrance than a help.
In the end, it was Wang Chuan who ordered the three of them to stay under the awning and just watch. Only then were he and Yan Feifan able to successfully assemble the somewhat complicated new tent.
By this time, dusk had begun to fall.
Yu Suye had also finally gotten enough sleep and was up.
The group started to eat dinner.
Hot pot!
This meal had been prepared by Song Yi before she came; the RV’s refrigerator was stuffed full of hot pot ingredients.
They ate, drank, talked, and laughed their way through the meal, which didn’t end until nearly ten o’clock at night.
The rain hadn’t stopped; in fact, it had gotten a little heavier.
The group cleaned up the dishes and table, washed up briefly, and then got ready for bed.
Yu Suye, Song Yi, and Yanyan would sleep in the RV.
The Yan siblings and Wang Chuan would sleep in the tent.
The reason for this arrangement was that the beds in the RV were a bit small.
Considering how restlessly Yan Ziruo slept, sprawling out to take up the whole bed, anyone who shared with her would be out of luck.
Yan Ziruo, being self-aware, proactively chose to torment her own brother...
The sound of raindrops tapping on the tent was like a lullaby.
Sleeping in the tent, Yan Ziruo, Yan Feifan, and Wang Chuan all drifted off to sleep one after another.
In a daze, Yan Feifan lost track of how much time had passed before he was jolted awake by a loud rumbling sound.
He focused and listened for a moment.
It was definitely a rumbling sound, not an auditory hallucination.
Yan Feifan suddenly thought of a possibility and was horrified.
He frantically pushed his sister’s leg off of him and shoved Wang Chuan, who was sleeping on his other side.
"Wake up! Wake up! There’s a flash flood! A flash flood is coming...!"
Wang Chuan was the first to snap awake.
"How could there be a flash flood here? Feifan, are you still half-asleep?"
He had just said that when, now fully awake, Wang Chuan also heard the unmistakably clear rumbling sound.
"Holy shit, there really is a flash flood?"
Just then, Yan Ziruo, who had been shaken awake, grabbed Yan Feifan’s arm in a panic and rushed out of the tent without even putting on her shoes.
The raindrops spattering on their faces and the chill seeping up from the soles of their feet made the Yan siblings a little more clear-headed.
They looked in the direction the sound was coming from and saw several blinking red dots in the low sky.
Against the pitch-black night, the blinking red dots were exceptionally conspicuous.
Moreover, below the red dots, a pillar of white light was sweeping back and forth across the ground.
"Ah, it’s a UFO!" Yan Ziruo yelled, involuntarily tightening her grip on her brother’s arm.
"It’s not a UFO, it must be a helicopter!" Wang Chuan, who had come out right after them, made his own mature and steady judgment.
"It must be a helicopter!"
Yan Feifan came to the same conclusion.
He then added, a hint of confusion in his voice, "It looks like it’s flying in our direction. It couldn’t be looking for us, could it?"