This Unlucky

The call ended, and Meng Wenzhou walked back to the rest area with a smile. "Everyone, please wait a bit longer. He’ll be here soon."

"Be here soon?" Meng Qianyu repeated, frowning. "Did Pang Ge not come back last night?"

"Uh..." Meng Wenzhou realized he had slipped up and decided not to explain further. "Yeah, he didn’t come back."

"Oh? Did Pang Ge have a lucky encounter last night?" Zhuang Mengli immediately asked with curiosity.

Meng Wenzhou scratched his head and shook it. "No idea, really. Anyway, last night only Old Su and I came back. He was probably seeing a girl home."

"Haha, got it, got it. No need to say more." Zhuang Mengli grinned knowingly.

After waiting ten minutes, Liu Bo first went back to his room to change clothes before showing up in the lobby.

"Here he comes," Su Yang said, looking at Liu Bo approaching.

No one bothered to ask about his whereabouts last night, so they simply stood up and greeted him.

"Everyone’s here. Let’s head out. I’ve already booked the rides—they’re downstairs now, still two vans," Meng Wenzhou said.

"Alright, let’s go, go, go! Time for Mount Fushi!"

The eleven of them grabbed their belongings and quickly headed downstairs to the street.

Two black vans were parked by the roadside, waiting. In front of each van stood a Japanese girl, one of them holding a sign written in Mandarin that said a certain travel agency.

These two were essentially the short-term tour guides for the day trip to Mount Fushi, each in charge of one van.

Su Yang glanced at the two girls. They were both short, roughly between 155 and 160 centimeters tall.

Their figures were very petite. Both wore plain dresses, revealing only a bit of their calves. Their outfit choices seemed a bit conservative, but their looks were decent—cute and gentle.

While they couldn’t exactly be called beauties, they weren’t bad either. Their looks rounded out to about 75 points, within the typical range for Japanese girls.

‘Japanese girls really love wearing dresses,’ Su Yang thought to himself.

He had considered using the system to scan them, but since both girls looked like they wouldn’t break 80 points, he couldn’t be bothered. Anyone below 80 wasn’t on his radar.

Just then, Meng Wenzhou approached the two girls first. He spoke in English: "Hello, we’re the tourists heading to Mount Fushi today."

After the two girls introduced themselves, one of them asked: "Mr. Meng, may I confirm—you have a total of eleven people, right?"

"That’s right."

"Okay, so one van will seat five people, and the other will seat six—does that work for you?"

"Of course," Meng Wenzhou said, turning to call out to the group: "Everyone, get in the cars!"

"Got it."

They acknowledged and walked quickly to the vans. But just then, one of the guide girls’ phones rang.

She turned to Meng Wenzhou politely and said: "Mr. Meng, please wait a moment—I need to take a call from the company."

"Sure, go ahead."

The girl stepped aside to answer the phone. Su Yang looked over and saw her say a few words before her face showed a surprised expression.

He tried to listen closely, but before he could catch anything, the call ended.

After hanging up, the guide girl hurried back to the group.

"Everyone, I’m sorry, but I need to inform you of something," she said, bowing first and then addressing them.

"Hey, you don’t need to be so polite—just tell us directly," Meng Wenzhou said, signaling her to drop the formalities.

It wasn’t exactly a grand gesture; such courtesy was common in Japan.

"The thing is," she continued, "my supervisor just informed me that a typhoon is expected to make landfall in southern Japan in three days..."

Before she could finish, Meng Wenzhou frowned: "Typhoon?"

"Yes. September and October are peak typhoon months in Japan. I’ve just heard that a typhoon named Miu Kai is rapidly forming over the Pacific Ocean south of Japan and is expected to make landfall in three days."

"Seriously? I’ve been to Japan several times and never encountered a typhoon. Guess I’m just unlucky this time?"

Just then, Su Qingci stepped forward and spoke in fluent English: "Excuse me, miss—let me interrupt. You said a typhoon will hit Japan in three days, right?"

The guide girl nodded at her: "Yes, according to the weather bureau."

"So what does that mean for today? Can we still go to Mount Fushi?"

The guide girl nodded again: "Yes, you can. I checked the weather before heading out—it’s cloudy near Mount Fushi right now, and it shouldn’t rain until around tomorrow afternoon. My supervisor only mentioned that we’ll have a three-day break starting the day after tomorrow, so today is still fine."

"Ah, okay. I was worried the typhoon might affect things beforehand."

"There will definitely be some impact, but not today. Based on my experience, starting tomorrow evening, southern Japan will start getting muggy, with rain and strong winds," the girl explained.

"Alright, got it."

"I’ve lived all my life and never experienced a typhoon—I’m so nervous!"

Meng Qianyu voiced her concern from nearby: "Since a typhoon is coming, why don’t we just stay in this hotel for the next few days? Once it passes, we can go to other places. But, um, will the wind blow this building down?"

Hearing this, the guide girl immediately replied with a smile: "Don’t worry, miss—that definitely won’t happen. Japan experiences over twenty typhoons of varying sizes every year. As long as you stay indoors while the typhoon passes, it’s completely safe."

Meng Wenzhou then turned to Meng Qianyu and said, exasperated: "Qianyu, you’re over twenty years old and a student abroad—can you stop asking silly questions? If this building could get blown down, it wouldn’t be a typhoon—it’d be Superman blowing the wind."

"Cut it out—you’re the silly one!" Meng Qianyu shook her little fist and glared at Meng Wenzhou.