Bab 174: Sol Two Hundred and Eighty-Four, Buttocks and Thermal-Resistant Belly

Late into the silent night.

Tang Yue had his eyes open. In the darkness, he was unable to see his own hand in front of him, yet there was a dark red light blinking. It was the digital clock beside his pillow.

He reached his hand out to pick up the clock to take a look at the time. The numbers on the LCD were 3,284,429. The number was changing every second.

Faint light seeped in through the gap between the curtains in his cabin. He could barely make out the sound of keyboard typing—Tomcat was still working overnight. Today, Tang Yue had only slept five hours while Tomcat hadn't rested at all. All of them wanted to finish as much work as possible before the comet hit.

Tang Yue threw the clock to the side and pulled his blanket up to cover his face. He closed his eyes, hoping to just fall asleep, but he just couldn't.

The clock bounced onto the bed as the light of the countdown blinked through the gap in the blanket.