Chapter 300: Chapter 299: Floating Ice Sea Area (Sphere Ticket) Chapter 300: Chapter 299: Floating Ice Sea Area (Sphere Ticket) Clang.
On the fourth morning after leaving Christchurch, Shao Zifeng was jolted awake by a loud noise.
The Xuelong seed to have been struck by a violent collision, its hull shaking incessantly.
Shao Zifeng quickly sat up and looked towards the porthole, only to see a white expanse of mist clouding the glass.
He carefully placed Qiuqiu, who was clinging to his chest, back into the bed covers.
Shao Zifeng threw off the blanket and approached the porthole; after wiping away the mist, the scene outside had changed dramatically from the day before.
The gloomy sky was overcast with low-hanging dense clouds, and the endless sea was dotted with dense white floating ice.
Unknown seabirds rested on the ice floes, curiously observing the Xuelong.
Before Shao Zifeng had a chance to check any information, the seabirds cried out and flew towards the distance, soaring freely between the sea and sky.
Hiss.
At that mont, the indoor broadcast started.
“We are about to enter the Floating Ice Sea Area; the winds are strong and the waves high. Please do not go out at will, and in case of severe collision, follow the safety manual for self-protection.”
“Ying ying.”
“You~”
The two little ones were woken up by the broadcast.
Qiuqiu rubbed its eyes with his little paws, looking bewilderedly for Shao Zifeng.
“Good morning.”
Shao Zifeng smiled and waved at the two little ones and glanced at Beibei, who was still sleeping soundly and carefree.
“Ying~”
Qiuqiu hopped to Shao Zifeng’s shoulder in three steps, coiling its long tail around his neck, the newly grown tiny scales prickling Shao Zifeng with goosebumps.
“Stop fussing, it’s ti for your dicine.”
Shao Zifeng reached out his hand, and Qiuqiu couldn’t wait to run onto it.
He picked up a vial containing a dark red liquid from the table, which Chen Yixin had Tang Tang deliver. It was said to be extracted from so substance from Qiuqiu’s shed Scale Armor, promoting the growth of Scale Armor. Regular application would make it increasingly hard, and Qiuqiu liked it very much.
After pouring a bit of the liquid onto Qiuqiu, Shao Zifeng massaged it thoroughly into its body.
Qiuqiu half resisted and half complied with the massage service, squinting and humming contently.
With Qiuqiu gone limp all over, Shao Zifeng hung it around his neck and took out a silver fern to feed the little deer lying at the end of the bed.
“Little deer, your turn.”
“You~”
The little deer affectionately nudged his large hand and ate the silver fern.
Watching the little deer now brought increasingly more joy to Shao Zifeng’s heart.
After taking the silver fern for a few days, the majority of the little deer’s head had successfully transford into an energy body.
Its condition had also improved, and it was now able to stand up and walk on its own.
But most of the ti, Shao Zifeng still let it rest properly.
After the little deer digested the silver fern, Shao Zifeng threw so food next to Beibei’s shell, then got dressed and ready to leave.
“Don’t run around, understand?”
“You~”
As the door closed, the little deer slowly lay down on the bed, its gaze silently fixed on the door.
…
When Shao Zifeng arrived at the hall, many people had already gathered there.
They moved the sofa and the coffee table to the observation lounge and chatted while eating and drinking.
“Look who’s here, Zifeng!”
Yang Qi and a few others gathered together and greeted Shao Zifeng enthusiastically, raising their cups of coffee when they saw him.
“Brother Yang.”
Yang Qi nudged Cang Haiyuan aside with a chuckle.
“Co sit down, Tang Tang has gone to get so drinks.”
Cang Haiyuan shot Yang Qi a glare and reluctantly moved over, speaking in a mocking tone.
“Wow, Zifeng, you’ve decided to join us for a al today, eh?”
Shao Zifeng shot him a glance and sat down next to Yang Qi.
At that mont, a round of jeering ca from the other side of the observation lounge.
“Station Chief Cui, what story are you planning to blow our way today?”
“Blow it out your hat.”
The chubby Station Chief Cui found it hard to save face; ever since the mist incident, whatever he said would be turned into a joke by others, which was quite uncomfortable for the once highly esteed Chief Cui.
Stroking his beard and glaring at everyone, he said, “Co on, I’m still a seasoned veteran who’s been to Antarctica multiple tis. You could benefit from the little knowledge I could give without effort. Why don’t you appreciate that?”
“Hey, Chief Cui is right, so what are you planning to ‘leak’ to us… no, no, what are you planning to ‘reveal’ to us juniors today?”
“Yeah, Chief Cui, spill sothing out.”
Seeing everyone’s attention on him, Station Chief Cui didn’t continue to put on airs. He patted his belly and murmured: “Let think what story I should ‘blow’… no, tell you.”
As he spoke, Station Chief Cui looked through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and suddenly, sothing caught his eye.
“Got it, I’ll tell you about icebergs.”
“Icebergs? What’s there to say? Aren’t they just like floating ice?”
An electrician from the long-term scientific research team said disdainfully, preferring legendary tales of Antarctica over mundane topics like icebergs.
Speaking of which, it’s necessary to ntion the composition of the long-term scientific research station: besides researchers who specialize in geology, weather, and atmosphere, the Antarctic expedition teams also have doctors, electricians, chefs, and other technical personnel to maintain daily operations. Most of them are recruited, and though their general knowledge might not be extensive, their professional skills are extrely advanced.
Station Chief Cui chuckled.
“That’s why I say you’re young. The icebergs in the polar regions are not your average floating ice.” With that, he looked around: “When it cos to icebergs, what’s the first thing that cos to mind?”
“The tip of the iceberg?”
“Exactly.” Station Chief Cui cast an approving glance at the person who answered: “The idiom ‘tip of the iceberg’ perfectly explains the state of an iceberg. Since ice is about ten percent less dense than seawater, the iceberg you see above the surface is not its true size. Over ninety percent of an iceberg is subrged below the waterline.”
“Just imagine, polar icebergs are so solid, when you hit one… tsk tsk.”
Seeing Station Chief Cui shaking his head and acting it out, soone chuckled: “Chief Cui, this isn’t a science class for kids. Besides, with the sonar radar on the ship, we’d circumnavigate an iceberg long before contact, so none of your scary stories. Tell us sothing we don’t know, co on.”
Station Chief Cui snorted: “This is just the opening act. Since we’re in the polar regions, the icebergs here are definitely not ordinary.”
He slightly raised his head, a trace of reminiscence in his gaze: “This takes back to my second long-term research expedition to Antarctica, back when I was barely older than you guys.”
“We didn’t have the facilities you have today. Back then, our days were spent eating and playing cards…”
“You’ve told this part before,” the expedition doctor reminded him timidly, raising his hand.
Station Chief Cui glared at him in displeasure and continued: “That day was like today. Our icebreaker was about to enter the Floating Ice Sea Area. We didn’t have the facilities back then that we do…”
“You’ve said that already!”
This ti everyone said it together.
Station Chief Cui was angry now, his eyes bulging: “Who’s telling the story, you or ?”
“You, you, go ahead,” the crowd responded with a synchronized laugh.
What a group of impatient young people.
They are too impetuous.
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