Pampered By All In Different Planes

The sun was gradually setting.

It was now eight o'clock in the evening.

The dimming light was obvious, and Su Zhiruan found a charging cable in the drawer to charge her phone.

Although she had stockpiled many phones, power banks, and even had a wind turbine and solar panels installed outside, she still prepared many things just in case.

According to the original plot, tonight was the time when the apocalypse would officially begin.

Actually, starting from yesterday, the continuously rising high temperatures had already been a sign, with the weather turning abnormally hot during the day and then suddenly dropping below freezing at night, bringing a howling blizzard.

Su Zhiruan ate ice cream while lying in bed, continuing to browse the internet for information.

Many bloggers were predicting the strange weather, but most people took it as a joke. After all, they were too busy with work to listen to someone talk about the apocalypse.

She continued to scroll through videos, and one blogger's predictions were actually very accurate.

[My family, I think this is an important matter, concerning our lives! Although the temperature has been rising these days, I predict that such unusual weather must signal a major disaster! Volcanic eruptions have been frequent this year, and there are unusual El Niño and La Niña phenomena, as well as melting icebergs, all of which are abnormal. I suggest everyone...]

He spoke seriously, but the netizens below still did not believe it and responded with ridicule.

Su Zhiruan, growing bored after watching for a while, simply closed the video app and opened the surveillance cameras she had installed in the Su Family's home.

It seemed Su Mingzhu's birthday had already passed, and now the family was sitting on the couch watching TV.

All four of them harbored their own schemes; Su Zhiruan could see their phones through the surveillance.

Su's father opened a video of a woman in black silk and sent her five rockets. Su's mother was busy shopping online. Su Mingzhu had a smile at the corner of her mouth, chatting with someone unknown, while Su Yaozu was playing video games.

Although everyone was on their phones, they had no inkling of the danger about to strike. Su Zhiruan smiled faintly; naturally, she wouldn't be so kind as to warn them proactively.

After a while, Su's father put down his phone, coughed guiltily, and his gaze shifted towards Su's mother. In front of his son and daughter, he reached out his hand towards her thigh. Su Mingzhu and Su Yaozu pretended to see nothing.

Then, Su's father and mother left the living room one after the other to go upstairs for some "exercise."

Finding it uninteresting, Su Zhiruan put her phone beside her desk to charge, threw the ice cream wrapper in the trash, and then lay down in bed to get some sleep.

After a busy day, she fell asleep easily the moment her head touched the pillow.

In this regard, she was far ahead of the original host.

The original host had severe sleep disorders due to frequent night shifts, drinking tea and coffee to stay awake, coupled with long-term mental breakdown and depression, leading her to spend many long nights just staring at the ceiling. It was a form of mental torment.

But Su Zhiruan didn't think too much about it; she fell asleep quickly.

...

In the early hours of the morning.

One o'clock.

A sudden chill woke Su Zhiruan from her sleep; she had gone to bed in short sleeves, but when she woke up freezing, she realized the weather had changed drastically outside.

She immediately went upstairs, took a thick coat from the closet to put on, and also woke up the teenager who had fallen asleep leaning against the wardrobe, "Wake up quickly."

"Why is it suddenly snowing?" Wen Qingyu rubbed his eyes and got up.

It was not until his eyes fully opened that he saw the scene outside the window.

For a moment, both of them were stunned by the sight.

Su Zhiruan knew the dangers of the apocalypse from the original host's memories and had mentally prepared herself, but nothing compared to the shock of seeing it with her own eyes.

During the day, it had been a scorching sun with clear skies and temperatures above forty degrees, but now, the north wind was howling, and the snowflakes falling were no longer small ice crystals but large ones the size of a grown man's fully spread palm.

The snow was falling at an incredibly fast rate; in just a few seconds, another layer had covered everything.

It was no exaggeration to say that if it continued at this rate all night, it was entirely possible that the house would be buried up to the second floor.

Even with mental preparation, Su Zhiruan was still somewhat mesmerized by the sight.

The apocalypse was coming, and they were going to spend the next five years sheltered in this corner.

"It's already minus ten degrees now..."

Wen Qingyu looked at the indoor thermometer, pulling his sleeves tight with some embarrassment.