At the Astronomical Base, it was noon, and the scorching sun hung like a fireball in the clear blue sky.
The air produced visible ripples, with waves of heat constantly assaulting, making it easy to become irritable.
Inside the base, there was someone even more irritable than her, whose presence was heard before seen.
"When you joined the institute, what did the director tell you to always keep in mind?"
It was the voice of that old man from earlier. Sang Ning crouched behind a bush, slowly poking her head out.
She saw Tang Yuanmao with his back to her, standing with his hands behind him before a group of researchers, pacing back and forth as he scolded them.
The researchers hung their heads low, nervously twisting their hands together as if they were schoolchildren being reprimanded by a teacher.
"Are you all mute?"
"Answer me!"
The researchers shivered under his shout, replying in muffled voices, "We must always remember to be meticulous."
