In Love Apartment, I used a cheat to develop the Multiverse Gate.

The weather in Hainan is like a child, changing in an instant.

Just moments ago the sky was clear and blue, but now it's covered in dark clouds. The thick clouds, combined with the howling wind, are constantly taunting the calm sea.

The once calm sea was stirred up by the repeated provocations of the gale, and the violent waves kept attacking the shore.

This apocalyptic scene looked even more terrifying than the battle between Zhang Yu and Qin Shi Huang.

Looking at the power of this natural disaster, Zhang Yu couldn't help but marvel at the might of nature.

He can only control the weather by transforming, and his energy is not as powerful as this typhoon.

However, this typhoon's immense energy, though terrifying, was completely out of control, scattering indiscriminately and attacking anything that stood in its way.

But what Zhang Yu controls is different, although it's not as terrifying in terms of energy.

However, Zhang Yu can control the concentrated attack on a single point, generating greater power. Therefore, in terms of pure power and performance, Zhang Yu's control is slightly stronger.

Zhang Yu had the leisure to comprehend the power of heaven and earth, while Zi Qiao and Zeng Xiaoxian didn't have as many thoughts.

They were all slumped listlessly on the sofa, utterly bored.

The weather started changing shortly after they arrived. Knowing there was a typhoon, they had no desire to go out and could only stay in their hotel rooms.

There are other things to do at the hotel, but none of them are in the mood for them at all.

After being tricked by Zhang Yu with the weather forecast, they fell into self-doubt and lost the desire to play.

Looking at the group of people who were half-dead, Zhang Yu didn't know what to say.

After they found out that they knew about the typhoon from the weather forecast, they couldn't accept it, and Zhang Yu didn't know how to comfort them.

He genuinely didn't expect that checking the weather forecast before traveling would be such a blow to them; isn't that common sense?

"No, we can't keep going like this. Ziqiao, what are you doing in Hainan? Guangu, what about you?"

And Zhanbo, how can we waste our time here? We should be surrounded by sunshine, beaches, the ocean, and bikini-clad beauties.

Zeng Xiaoxian was the first to be unable to stand the dull atmosphere and stood up to encourage the others.

Hearing Zeng Xiaoxian's encouragement, Ziqiao, Zhanbo, and Zhang Wei's eyes lit up. They then changed to a more comfortable position, as lying in one position for too long could cause blood to pool.

"I didn't want to come. I wanted to spend the weekend with Youyou."

Guan Gu complained helplessly, his otherwise perfect weekend with Youyou was ruined by their single weekend.

Now he has to stay in the room with these big men and lie around like a corpse. It's so boring. He regrets it. He doesn't even know what Youyou is doing right now.

Zeng Xiaoxian looked at the unmoved group and wanted to get angry but couldn't find a reason.

"You're wasting your lives. Instead of staying here and getting moldy, you might as well go out for a walk. You might even meet a beautiful woman."

Zeng Xiaoxian still managed to come up with a way to attract their attention.

This method was indeed good. Ziqiao and the others, who had been drooping their eyelids, struggled to open their eyes, glanced at him, and then answered his question listlessly.

"I have Wanyu, that's enough."

Zhanbo turned his head and started grinning foolishly, fantasizing about the wonderful things that would happen with Wanyu.

For example, two people can watch a movie together, read a book together, or do something exciting together—play a game.

"I'm getting my marriage certificate with Youyou in a few days." Guan Gu rolled his eyes at Zeng Xiaoxian, and with Zhang Yu around, he was afraid of being filmed.

"Teacher Zeng, I've already retired from the underworld and washed my hands of this business. Besides, I came to Hainan to scout out a place to propose to Meijia." Ziqiao yawned, closed his eyes, and started designing the proposal scene.

"Weiwei and I have already registered our marriage."

Zhang Wei proudly took out his marriage certificate and held it up, but apart from Zeng Xiaoxian and Zhang Yu, no one else paid him any attention.

Zeng Xiaoxian was stunned speechless by their reasons. They were right; it made it seem like he was the one neglecting his duties.

Should I call Hu Yifei—oops, Nuolan—for a video call? But it's probably already past midnight there, so I'll pass.

After some hesitation, Zeng Xiaoxian found an excuse for himself not to contact Nuolan.

But if I just stay in the room all the time, I might as well go back to the apartment, at least the apartment is more free.

Wait, someone's missing? Just as Zeng Xiaoxian was about to compromise, he suddenly remembered that there was still one person who hadn't spoken.

Zeng Xiaoxian seized this glimmer of hope and looked at Zhang Yu.

"And Teacher Zeng, there's no sunshine during the typhoon."

There are no beaches either.

"Only ocean waves."

"Not to mention bikini-clad beauties."

"So, let's just stay in our rooms."

Ziqiao, Guangu, Zhang Wei, and Zhanbo each started to retort to Zeng Xiaoxian with a single sentence.

Do you think they want to lie here like corpses? If it weren't for this damn typhoon, they would have been out long ago.

"Zhang Yu, can you make the typhoon disappear? You definitely can, right? You even turned into a dragon to control the weather before."

Zeng Xiaoxian ignored their harassment; he had already come up with a solution. With Zhang Yu around, what was a typhoon?

Zhang Yu can transform into a dragon; typhoons are nothing to him.

Ziqiao and the others, who were originally lying around like corpses, sneered at Zeng Xiaoxian's outlandish idea.

But after hearing the rest, they felt that Zhang Yu might actually be able to do it, so they quickly sat up straight and looked at Zhang Yu expectantly.

"You're overthinking it. This is a typhoon. I'm not a god."

Zhang Yu rolled his eyes at Wushuang's expectant gaze, for this typhoon was a massive, unpredictable aggregate of energy.

If Zhang Yu doesn't control it properly, the energy explosion won't be a simple matter; its power will be far greater than that of the Ivan IV.

"But didn't you control the weather before? That was much more powerful than this typhoon."

Zeng Xiaoxian looked at Zhang Yu suspiciously, feeling that Zhang Yu was deliberately trying not to help them.

"That's different."

Zhang Yu explained the difference between natural typhoons and the typhoons he controlled; it wasn't that he couldn't do it, he just didn't want to.

On a grander scale, arbitrarily dispersing typhoons could become one of the world's unsolved mysteries. For the sake of the world, let's leave those scientists alone.

On a smaller scale, if this gets discovered, Zhang Yu and his team will probably be sliced ​​into pieces.

Therefore, for your own sake and for the sake of those innocent scientists, it's best not to take any unnecessary actions.

“But it’s too boring to stay here like this. Zhang Yu, you don’t have to disperse it all. Can you move the typhoon away so that it doesn’t come to Hainan and instead goes to other places?”

Zeng Xiaoxian was still unwilling to give up. He stayed in the room watching the others looking listless, thinking it would be better to stay home and play games.

Ziqiao and the others looked at Zhang Yu expectantly; if they could, they wouldn't want to stay in the room in a daze either.

"This is actually achievable, as long as we know the cause of typhoon formation and its specific location..."

Meanwhile, the girls in the room were also discussing how to change the direction of the typhoon. When Dali was about to explain the principles and methods, Meijia raised her hand and interrupted her.

"Well, Dali, you don't need to say so much. Just tell us what to do."

Meijia was sweating profusely. What Dali was saying was like gibberish to her. She recognized each word individually, but when they were combined, they became words she didn't understand.