His movements were clean and precise, each cut perfectly placed, without a single wasted effort. For a moment, the sounds of "click" and "swish" echoed across the open space. The sunlight bathed the figures, casting busy and determined shadows. Their faces were beaded with sweat and dust, but their eyes were filled with anticipation and hope for the future of their survival base.

Lin Meng and Su Yao quickly set to work, their coordination seamless and methodical. Lin Meng bent down, gripping a thick branch with both hands. Her arm muscles tensed as she laboriously dragged it to its designated spot. Beads of sweat trickled down her cheeks, but she didn't bother to wipe them away before turning back to pick up a bundle of weeds. Her steps were steady, each one a bit heavy, but her gaze remained unwavering. Su Yao, on the other hand, gathered a pile of miscellaneous items in her slender arms, moving cautiously, fearing to drop any small items. Her gaze fixed intently ahead, carefully choosing her footing to avoid potholes and bumps. Her breathing grew increasingly rapid, but her movements never slowed. Whenever Lin Meng brought in a larger object, Su Yao would quickly step forward to help adjust its position, ensuring it was neatly stacked. Their hair fluttered in the breeze, and the edges of their clothes were caked with dust and grass debris. "Su Yao, move these a little further over here," Lin Meng panted. "Okay!" Su Yao replied, her voice a touch tired but filled with determination. The two of them worked tirelessly, piling the cleared debris aside bit by bit, gradually forming a tall pile.

Chen Hao and Zhao Lei set down their machetes and walked over to where their backpacks were. Chen Hao squatted down, took a deep breath, unbuckled his backpack, and set it on the ground. His eyes were focused and eager, eager to begin setting up the tent. Zhao Lei stood nearby, his gaze fixed on the backpack, his hands ready to help. Chen Hao reached into the backpack and slowly pulled out the tent parts, carefully inspecting each one for damage. First, the tent poles. Chen Hao grasped them with both hands and gently placed them on the ground. Next, the tent fabric, carefully unfolding it, fearing any wrinkles or tears. Then, the ropes and nails for securing the tent were neatly laid out. Zhao Lei was also busy. He took the parts Chen Hao handed him and arranged them in order for easy access later in the construction process. His fingers gently stroked the tent fabric, feeling the texture, silently pondering the steps and methods of construction. Beads of sweat formed on their foreheads again, but their eyes never left the tent parts, as if they were the cornerstones of their safe haven in this unknown forest. After the preparations were complete, they looked at each other and confidently prepared to begin setting up the tent.

However, just as Chen Hao and Zhao Lei were confidently preparing to unleash their skills, they soon encountered a thorny problem. Chen Hao took one end of the bracket and tried to insert it into the corresponding socket, but no matter how hard he pushed, the bracket wouldn't secure tightly. His brow furrowed, and the veins on his forehead bulged slightly with anxiety. Zhao Lei, on the other side, was also fiddling with the bracket, his face flushed, and his hands trembled slightly from the excessive force. "What's going on? Why won't it go in?" Zhao Lei couldn't help but complain. They repeatedly tried to adjust the angle and pressure, but the bracket seemed to be deliberately resisting, always slipping out just when it was about to secure. Chen Hao paused, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and carefully examined the bracket and the socket. "Is the socket deformed? Or are we using the wrong method?" he asked puzzledly. Zhao Lei also came over to investigate. "That shouldn't be the case. Could it have been crushed in the backpack?" The two men fell into deep thought, and the air around them seemed to grow heavy. They looked at the disobedient bracket, their hearts as anxious as ants on a hot pan.

"What should I do?" Chen Hao frowned, his voice filled with obvious anxiety. His eyes were fixed on the tent stand, which refused to hold in place. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead and dripped onto the grass beneath his feet. Chen Hao's hands kept rubbing against the stand, as if he was trying to find the key to the problem through touch. His lips trembled slightly, and he kept muttering to himself, "If this doesn't work, how will I rest tonight?" He paced back and forth, the fallen leaves crunching under his feet. "We're so tired. We've finally got the tent ready, but we're stuck at this step." Chen Hao's voice rose a few degrees, his anxiety becoming more and more obvious. He looked up at the sky. The sun was already setting, its afterglow casting a faint glow on his anxious face. "No, we can't just sit there and wait. We have to think of a way." Chen Hao bit his lip, his eyes revealing a hint of determination, but his anxiety was still hard to conceal.

Xiao Yi approached with measured steps, crouching down. His brow furrowed slightly, his eyes gleaming with concentration and professionalism. His hands meticulously traced the tent struts, inspecting them inch by inch, meticulously examining every detail. After his inspection, he stood up, dusted his hands, and said firmly and calmly, "Don't panic! Let's readjust the angle." Following Xiao Yi's instructions, everyone sprang into action. Chen Hao and Zhao Lei, following Xiao Yi's instructions, gripped the ends of the tent struts tightly, lifting them slightly. Veins on their foreheads bulged slightly from the exertion, and beads of sweat streamed down their cheeks, yet they dared not relax. Lin Meng and Su Yao, standing by, helped pass tools and hold the tent sheet, their eyes constantly on the progress of the tent, ready to assist at any moment. Their eyes revealed a hint of nervousness, but more of an anticipation for a successful setup. While Xiao Yi personally adjusted the angle of the bracket, he loudly directed: "A little to the left, and lift it up a little bit, okay, that's it, hold it steady!" His voice echoed in the open field, bringing confidence and strength to everyone. With everyone's concerted efforts, the tent bracket gradually stabilized, and the tent cloth was spread out flatly. Finally, Xiao Yi forcefully hammered the nails that fixed the tent into the ground, stood up, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and a relieved smile appeared on his face. Everyone looked at the set up tent, and happy smiles bloomed on their tired faces. They clapped their hands in celebration. In the afterglow of the setting sun, the tent was like a solid castle, providing them with a warm shelter in the wild.

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