The girl took off her helmet as her short black hair floated in the air.
She reached out her index finger and gently tapped the compressed biscuit in front of her. The latter slowly retreated under the force of her finger and slammed into the second biscuit.
The second biscuit flipped and slammed into the third biscuit.
The six pieces of biscuits were arranged in a line in mid-air, like dominoes. Each biscuit hit the next biscuit after being hit, and momentum was transferred between them. However, biscuits were, after all, an irregular, uneven, and loose substance. They could not move in a regular pattern like Newton's pendulum. The seven pieces of biscuits were soon disrupted and flew in different directions.
Mai Dong exhaled white steam as she reached out her hand to stop them.
The temperature in the Crystal was very low, about negative four to five degrees Celsius. And this was on the side facing the Sun. The sunlight's rays heated the cabin walls, and when the space station entered the side facing the Sun, the temperature would drop further. It was the coldest at dawn before the Sun rose. At that time, the temperature in the Crystal could drop to negative ten degrees Celsius.
Now, the only thing that could maintain the temperature was the IVA suit on Mai Dong. The IVA suit used the Crystal's batteries as its power source, and the umbilical cord connecting the IVA suit to the core module was both a data cable and a power cable.
The heating system of the IVA suit could raise the temperature to 25 degrees Celsius. Last night, Mai Dong had curled up in the IVA suit to sleep. Wearing a helmet and a visor, the IVA suit was almost completely isolated from the outside. The IVA suit's insulation was rather effective, but she still had to take off her visor when she ate. The air pressure in the Crystal was normal, and the emergency oxygen system was providing oxygen to the IVA suit and the core module.
Mai Dong glanced at the emergency oxygen system's fuel gauge and pressure gauge. In the heavy metal canister, the alkali metal perchlorate was steadily decomposing, releasing oxygen. The latter could only work for 380 hours at most, or 16 days.
There was enough oxygen, and that was the silver lining.
Today was the third day of the space station's destruction.
There were still eight days before Tianzhou 37's arrival.
On the ground, Tang Yue and Old Cat continued to stir the feces.
If they had something urgent to do, they wouldn't be squatting in the garage stirring feces. But at that moment, there was really nothing more important than stirring feces in Kunlun Station. This wasn't to say that stirring feces was important, but that the man and cat had lost all means to interfere with the space station. All they could do was stir feces while waiting for news from the space station. No matter how anxious they were, all they could do was squat in the garage like a dung beetle, flattening the feces mixture like a dung beetle.
If there was a chance, even if it was one in ten thousand or one in a hundred thousand, that there was a way to raise the height of the Joint Space Station's orbit by one millimeter, Old Cat and Tang Yue would put in 300% of their effort.
However, they were only stirring up feces, which meant that they were really helpless.
Tang Yue turned his helplessness into anger and vented his anger on the feces in the jar. The feces brothers suffered one after another. They were hit so hard that they could not even lift their heads.
"Brother Tang."
Old Cat pressed down on his shoulder and spoke sternly like a political commissar. "Why vent your anger on the feces? They are innocent."
Old Cat's voice was low and deep.
"What does it have to do with you?
Who are you to them? "Tang Yue asked coldly.
Old Cat's voice was powerful and resonant.
"Guardian."
"What a joke. I was the one who raised these feces. When did you become its guardian?"
Tang Yue slowly pulled out the rolling pin from the feces bucket like a swordsman drawing his sword. He slowly stood up with one hand behind his back. He stood upright like a proud bamboo in the wind.
Opposite him, Old Cat pulled out the feces stirring stick from the bucket beside him. His gaze was sharp.
A breeze blew between the two, stirring up the fine yellow sand.
Stick.
Wooden stick.
Round wooden stick.
Desert · Lone Smoke · Stick.
"The sword's aura traversed thirty thousand miles," Tang Yue said.
"One sword's light chills nineteen continents," Old Cat said.
The man and cat frowned slightly at the same time. Murderous intent.
Faster than words could tell!
Tang Yue shouted, "The window contains the West Ridge's thousand autumn snow!"
"The door moors the East Wu's thousand mile boat!" Old Cat roared, countering every move.
"May I ask where the tavern is."
"The shepherd boy points to Apricot Blossom Village."
"Luoyang's relatives and friends ask."
"A piece of ice heart in a jade pot."
"The four hundred and eighty temples of the Southern Dynasty!"
"How many towers in the misty rain!"
The man and cat panted.
"As expected of Mars' model worker, Kunlun's Saint Stirring. Our strength is on par."
Old Cat took a step back. His face was tense, but his expression was still calm. "I'm afraid it will be difficult to determine the outcome of today's battle."
"The eunuch of the Ceremony Directorate, the East Faction Commander … Cat Eunuch."
Tang Yue put away the rolling pin in his hand. It was as if he had sheathed a sword. "Your skills are profound. Your reputation is well-deserved."
"What's the performance today?" Mai Dong asked with a smile in the channel. "China Poetry Conference?"
Tang Yue and Old Cat deflated at the same time. They turned back to continue stirring feces.
"It's' New Kunlun Inn '," Tang Yue replied.
"It's' Dragon Gate Flying Cat '," Old Cat replied.
"I thought it would be 'Brainless and Unhappy'."
However, there were too few people in Kunlun Station. No matter how creative Tang Yue and Old Cat were, they could only perform weak crosstalk. They couldn't act in a large-scale drama. In Old Cat's words, it had a script as grand as the Oscar -winning drama 'Ben-Hur' in its heart. Unfortunately, it had too few actors. At most, it would only be one man and one cat. Therefore, it could only imitate 'Titanic' by standing on the roof of the Mars Wanderer and shouting 'You jump, I jump'.
If it was given a group of people, it could rehearse 'Alexander the Great'.
Tang Yue said that if it had a group of people, why would it need 'Alexander the Great'?
It could act out Nanniwan and start a vigorous proletarian mass production movement. It could transform the Isidis Planum into a paradise of peace and contentment.
"Girl, hurry up and come down … Once you come down, we can act out 'The White Haired Girl'." Tang Yue prodded the dung bucket. "Let Old Cat act as Huang Shiren."
"Why should I act as Huang Shiren?" Old Cat threw a dung ball over. "If I act as Huang Shiren, then who will you act as?
Yang Bailao? "
"I'm definitely the male lead. Look at Kunlun Station. Is there a second person who can take on this important role?" Tang Yue picked up the dung ball and threw it back.
"If Tang Yue is the male lead, then I'll act as the neighbor, Auntie Wang." Mai Dong giggled.
"Neighbor, Auntie Wang?" Tang Yue stared. Aren't you the female lead?
How did you become the neighbor, Auntie Wang?
Where did this neighbor, Auntie Wang, come from?
Is she Old Wang's mother?
"Then who should the female lead look for?"
"The female lead …" Mai Dong scratched her head. "Look for a rotten tomato."
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Old Cat had a sympathetic expression. Tang Yue, do you understand?
That girl wants you to go with a rotten persimmon.