January 21, 2024.
Imperial Capital, Astronaut Secret Training Base.
Lin Xian looked at Chu Anqing, who unexpectedly showed up here, then turned to stare at Huang Que with furrowed brows:
"You said you'd find another team member, why is it An Qing?"
"Why can't it be An Qing?"
Huang Que crossed her arms and looked at Lin Xian:
"If we really talk about adaptability to space operations, Chu Anqing, with her dance major and long-term training, is actually much more suitable than you guys who've had absolutely no related training. Especially Gao Yang..."
She looked down at Gao Yang's shirt, which was almost bursting at the buttons, and his beer belly that seemed ready to explode:
"I'm quite worried whether you can withstand the acceleration of a rocket launch; I always feel like you could vomit enough to fill the entire cabin."
"That's impossible!"
Gao Yang confidently waved a big hand:
