The truck's rocking grew more and more violent. Yang Yu looked out the window and saw the entire Gobi Desert covered in a thin layer of ice. The gravel scattered everywhere looked as if it had been coated in white glue, while mung-bean-sized ice pellets bounced in the wind.
A layer of gray clouds had gathered in the sky, blocking out nearly all the sunlight. The whole world was filtered in gray and white, and the convoy seemed to be driving toward another world.
"This weather feels like it's about to rain," Yang Yu said.
"The temperature is right around zero degrees. The rain is freezing as it falls." Yuan Tiangang, in the driver's seat, sounded worried. "Not now. Let's have it rain after we finish the test. The thick clouds already make failure more likely, and if it starts hailing too, how are we supposed to test?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the car window went pitter-patter, as if sand had struck the glass.
But the ground had frozen solid, and the convoy was moving slowly. There was no way the wheels had kicked up sand along the way.
Yuan Tiangang and Yang Yu exchanged a glance. A bad feeling flashed across both their faces, and they simultaneously leaned against the window to look up at the sky.
Sure enough, the car window soon began to rattle chaotically. Sparkling white sugar seemed to be falling from the sky, pelting the glass with increasing intensity!
"Jinxed it. It's really freaking hailing." Yuan Tiangang frowned. "How are we supposed to test now?"
The truck ahead stopped, and the entire convoy slowed to a halt.
The two opened the windows and stuck out their hands to test it. The crosswind howled, but the tiny hailstones, like white sugar, didn't hurt when