What Can This Little Wind Do to Me

On the other side, Su Yang had just smashed his head directly into a telephone pole and nearly passed out.

Although his healing ability kicked in immediately, it still took some time because it was only Level 2 healing.

Before he could even react after landing, the wind swept him off his feet again.

Within just a few seconds, he was brutally blown seventy or eighty meters by the fierce wind. Right before he hit the ground, his mind cleared, and he rolled forward into a front somersault before dropping flat to lower his center of gravity.

At this point, he was almost at the center of the typhoon. The wind speed was approaching Category 15, and the sheer power was terrifying.

Trash cans along the road were overturned, garbage flew everywhere, thinner roadside trees were snapped in half, and roofs of several houses were torn off. Chaos reigned.

Su Yang pressed himself flat against the ground and cursed, “For the love of—what the hell is this damn wind?!”

He was now about a hundred meters away from the others. The wind wasn't coming in gusts anymore; it was a constant, unrelenting blast.

As long as the wind didn't stop, he couldn’t go back.

Su Yang looked to his right at a house and urgently began crawling toward it, struggling against the gale.

Just as he almost reached the door, whoosh—his whole body was mercilessly lifted and flung again by the wind.

Thud!

A muffled sound rang out as Su Yang’s back slammed squarely into a tree trunk as thick as a thigh.

The moment he hit the ground, he threw his arms around the life-saving tree.

“Man, really?!” Su Yang wiped his face with one hand.

Before he could figure out his next move, crack—the tree he was holding onto was uprooted, and both he and the tree went flying again.

Thud. Su Yang crashed hard into the middle of the road, rolled several times, and once again flattened himself against the ground.

“Shit! I can’t beat this, I can’t beat this. Fine, I give up! Stop blowing me around! Damn it! Keep this up, and you’ll blow me straight back to Tokyo.”

At this moment, Su Yang had no idea how far the wind had carried him.

He turned his head again, looking at a house to his right. Unlike the others, this one had a small private yard with an iron gate in the middle.

Spotting the gate, Su Yang didn’t hesitate and started crawling toward it again.

In just a few meters, he nearly got flung away several times, but this time, he finally made it to the gate.

He grabbed the iron gate, sat up with his back against the fierce wind, and reached into his pants pocket.

He pulled out his soaking-wet phone and checked it. Despite being caught in the rain, it still turned on. Modern phones were mostly waterproof, so as long as they weren’t submerged in several feet of water, they could handle it.

Su Yang saw that the signal was still at one or two bars. He unlocked the phone and dialed Pan Ning’s number. It connected after just one ring.

“Hello?! Where are you? Are you okay?!” Pan Ning’s anxious voice came through, along with shouts from others in the background.

Su Yang chuckled. “Heh, I’m fine. I just wanted to let you guys know I’m okay. Tell everyone not to worry—it’s just a little rain.”

“How can you still be laughing?!” Pan Ning yelled.

“It’s nothing, Pan. It’s a small deal. Who am I? A little wind like this can’t hurt me.”

“Well... the wind’s too strong right now. I can’t come back yet. Don’t you dare come looking for me, okay? I’ll definitely be fine, but you guys wouldn’t. Even trees are snapping out here, so stay inside!”

“Brother Yang! Where are you right now?” Liu Bo’s voice came through the phone.

“Su Yang gege, are you okay?” Su Qingci, Meng Qianyu, and the other girls asked with worry.

Su Yang replied, “Everyone, relax! I’m fine! But I don’t know exactly where I am—maybe a hundred or two hundred meters away. I can’t make it back right now, so I’m going to find a house to take shelter in. We’ll regroup once this strong wind passes.”

“Okay, but be careful! Don’t get hurt!” Pan Ning said sternly.

“Don’t worry! I’ll be fine. You guys stay put, too.”

“Got it.”

Su Yang hung up, put the phone back in his pocket, and turned to look at the yard of this house.

It was a small two-story villa with a private yard. The front door was tightly shut, the yard was flooded with water, and the ground was covered with broken branches, fallen leaves, and trash blown in from elsewhere.

Su Yang didn’t immediately climb over the gate. Instead, he sat back down next to it, holding on tightly. As long as the iron gate didn’t get blown away, neither would he.

With something to hold onto, no matter how strong the wind was, it couldn’t take him.

‘Seriously, why won’t this damn wind stop?!’

The typhoon seemed premeditated—it had swept in from Jinggang County and then sped toward Shanli County.

But now that it had reached Shanli County, it seemed to have stalled, blowing relentlessly where it stood.

Torrential rain hammered Su Yang. He had never experienced rain and wind this severe in his entire life.

[Ding, detected that the host’s mood is currently relaxed. Reward: 3 million.]

Hearing the notification, Su Yang leaned against the iron gate and burst out laughing.

Since everyone was safe now, he had nothing to worry about. Even without going into someone else’s house, he could just tough it out and wait for the wind to pass. His physical condition meant he could endure several days sitting out in this weather without any problem.

Still, he figured it’d be more comfortable to stay indoors.

But for now, he didn’t dare let go. If he did, he’d be airborne again—that’s how strong the wind was.

He turned to look at the yard again. The iron gate was about three or four meters from the house’s front door. If he grabbed the gate, climbed over, lay flat, and crawled slowly, it should be doable.

He took a deep breath, ready to move—but then he heard it: thump thump, thump thump.

Amid the rain and wind, Su Yang faintly picked up the sound of knocking on glass.

He peered toward the window. On the right side of the front door was a floor-to-ceiling window, and inside, a dark silhouette was tapping on the glass.

A faint yellow glow was visible in the room, and a blurry figure was pressed against the window, waving. The silhouette looked like a woman—he could make out long hair in the shadow.

‘Huh? I didn’t notice a light in there before. Looks like they’re trying to help me or something?’ Su Yang immediately waved back.

But the rain was too heavy. The other person couldn’t see him clearly and kept waving.

Su Yang held onto the iron gate, turned around to get a better look, and the figure inside stood up as well.

“Hell, if I can crawl over there, I’ll be out of this rain,” he muttered as he grabbed the gate and climbed over into the yard.

Once inside, he lay flat on the ground again. The moment he let go, he nearly got swept up, so he quickly grabbed the gate once more.

“Damn! Almost flew off again. Stupid wind. Let’s try again.”

Su Yang shifted position and let go again, stretching his body as wide as possible and pressing firmly against the ground as he crawled slowly.

By now, the silhouette behind the glass window had disappeared, but he didn’t dwell on it. His only goal was to reach the door safely.

After climbing against the strong wind for a few seconds, he finally made it to the door. Bracing his hands on the ground, he quickly stood up and grabbed the door handle.

Just as he steadied himself with the handle, the door swung open from the inside.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Su Yang pulled the door open and quickly slipped inside.

“Whew!! Finally safe.” After closing the door, Su Yang sat down by the entrance, completely soaked.

Suddenly, two black-clad legs appeared in his line of sight.

“Huh?” He looked upward upon noticing them.

“Holy crap??”

A woman stood about a meter in front of him, wearing a gray pencil skirt, black stockings, and a white blouse.

She looked to be somewhere between 30 and 40, with a neither too thin nor too stout figure.

As for her looks... how to put it? She was incredibly captivating—an oval face, peach-shaped eyes, a pair of thin-framed glasses resting on her face, and medium-length hair cascading over her shoulders. Her beauty and figure were both stunning.

Su Yang was completely dumbfounded.

“Konnichiwa, sir? Are you all right?”

“Sir?” The woman bent down and called out again.

Still staring at her face, Su Yang snapped out of it. He quickly stood up, nodding and smiling at her. “Thank you so much, miss. If it weren’t for you, I’d probably be stuck outside getting drenched all night.”

The woman, noticing Su Yang’s handsome face, tucked her hair behind her ear with a hint of shyness. “I was sitting by the window just now and saw a silhouette at my yard gate. I figured it was someone who hadn’t made it home in time, so I tapped on the window to signal you to come in and take shelter.”

“Oh, I’m really so grateful to you, miss!!” Su Yang said, looking at her with genuine appreciation.

The woman, flustered by his gaze, lowered her head quickly. “You’re... not a bad person, are you?”

Su Yang was taken aback, then immediately waved his hand and laughed. “Of course not. I’m a tourist visiting from China.”

“Huh? You... I thought you were a local. Your accent is flawless.” The woman looked at him with some surprise.

“No, I only arrived in Japan yesterday. Today, I came to Mount Fuji with my friends, but the typhoon made landfall earlier than expected on our way back to Tokyo. We got stranded, so I ended up here.”

“I see.” The woman nodded and added, “What about your friends?”

“They took shelter at another house. I was blown away by the wind as I was about to head inside, and somehow ended up here. Then I ran to your gate and held onto the iron bars...”

The woman looked at Su Yang. “I understand. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Just got a little wet. Nothing serious.”

“Then... come on in. I’ll get you a dry towel.”

“Sure, thanks a lot.”

The woman turned and walked inside, with Su Yang following behind, glancing around.

The dark house made it hard to see the layout, but the overall space wasn’t very large. To the right seemed to be the living room, where a small candle flickered on a low table in the center, casting a faint glow over the immediate area.

—System.

[Yoshida Mie, Age: 34]

[Height: 159cm]

[Weight: 52kg]

[Appearance Score: 87]

[Figure Score: 91]

[Relationships: 2, Single]

[Intimate Encounters: 1]

[Traits: Gentle, Considerate, Kind, Virtuous, Strong, Divorced Teacher]