"Isn't this just an enlarged version of the spinning teacups from the amusement park? Let me do it!"
As a result...
After just a few spins, I threw up.
Fortunately, Wei Cheng, with the foresight of a prophet, had earnestly taught Gao Yang the proper use of a vomit bag ahead of time.
Lin Xian was okay.
In the centrifuge, aside from feeling a bit uncomfortable with his eyes feeling spun out, he didn't find it too unbearable.
This might have had something to do with the experiences in his dreams.
Acceleration and G-forces, whether it was racing cars or skydiving, he had long been accustomed to.
Although he didn't reach Chu Anqing's level of "It's nothing! That was fun! Let's go again!", his performance was already exceptional compared to ordinary people. Of course, he couldn't compare with astronauts, but Wei Cheng frankly said,
"This is enough for the mission."
However...
Lin Xian still lost to the spinning chair.
