Bab 167: Chapter 164 Hoping North Sea is Fine

Just moment ago, it was a clear and sunny day, but in less than half an hour, leaden clouds had rolled in from the southeast, thick as a winter quilt, not letting any sunshine through.

[This weather is terrifying, is it going to snow?]

[It seems so. I remember that professor said yesterday there would be snow the day after tomorrow, but this is only the second day, right?]

[Isn't there always some error in the weather forecast?]

[Master Fang, you better run now, or it'll be too late!]

The online friends panicked at the sight of the clouds, remembering vividly the power of the last blizzard. If they got trapped, it wasn't just a question of whether the gliders could fly; the geese might even freeze to death.

Étienne tugged at Bi Fang's robe anxiously.

"Boss, it's going to snow."

"Don't panic, panicking won't help."

Bi Fang had naturally noticed the slowly drifting clouds, but he did not rush, as rushing would only make it harder to calculate.