At 12 o'clock at night, the base lights out.
He Yang was lying on the upper bunk by the window on the third floor, his right hand hanging by the bed, his fingertips numb.
There is a wild cat calling spring outside the window, and the sound is long and drawn out.
He remembered the constant temperature of 22°C at the Aurora Base, and recalled that he had stood in the middle of the stage during the World Championships, and the lights were like an avalanche.
Now, the ceiling was moldy. When Shi Juechen turned over in the bed next to him, the iron frame bed creaked.
In the darkness, Shi Juechen's voice came: "Heyang, are you asleep?"
"No."
"Does it hurt?"
"It hurts."
"Then just talk and distract."
"What are you talking about?"
"Tell me how to destroy Aurora next year."
Heyang laughed softly and said in a low voice: "Okay."
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