Chapitre 198: Sol Three Hundred and Twenty-Five, Let's Play

"Why are you asking such a question?"

"Just asking," Mai Dong said. "Didn't Mr. Cat say that the space station is about to crash? It has only seven to eleven sols to live… If the space station really crashes on the seventh sol, wouldn't that mean that I only have three sols left to live? In three sols, what can I do?"

Tang Yue frowned. This wasn't anything positive.

With regards to Tianzhou 37 still needing seven sols to reach Mars, Tang Yue was on tenterhooks. He basically counted downtime by the hour, staring at the clock in the Hab for prolonged periods of time. Every minute that passed meant that Tianzhou 37 had inched closer towards Mars.

No one knew if Tianzhou 37 would arrive in time; therefore, Tang Yue and Tomcat had made it taboo to talk about this topic. They didn't dare mention failure, afraid that this irreversible outcome would become reality from the mere mention of it.