It rained last night.
The ground was wet and littered with leaves. Even the wooden table under the tent had been dampened by the rain, making it slightly moist.
Thankfully, the poster was waterproof.
Brother Nan brought over an extra table.
Last night's table was mainly to reserve the spot. To seat four or five people, they needed at least two tables. One was neither enough to sit at nor spacious enough—it would make her, the illustrious Successor of Destiny, seem rather stingy with the club's resources, especially the latter.
Additionally, each person brought their own chair from their dormitory.
"It got wet."
Zhou Li glanced at the black bag Brother Nan was carrying, a bag she had used for many years. "You should have some tissues in that bag, right? Wipe up the water."
"Here!"
Brother Nan pulled out a hair-drying towel from the bag.
