Mithril-03 Type!
Time passed, and before long, a month had gone by.
During this time, Qin Lin spent his days completing the game's daily tasks, wandering around inside the game, and mining.
Unfortunately, his luck was terrible. Even though he restrained himself and only mined one layer each day, he still had nothing to show for it.
Meanwhile, Xiao Qinfeng's smile had noticeably faded over the past month. The child had lost much of his innocence, and all he had to worry about each day was his tutoring.
Tutoring from three senior academicians was a very special kind of attention.
He'd heard that the recorder sent by the Chinese Academy of Sciences had filmed the whole thing. It would surely become an astonishing scientific record in the future.
After all, the three senior academicians' research into rocket propulsion could even be applied to later research on spaceships.
If the three academicians completed this kind of experiment in their lifetimes, it would make the fact that they tutored the young Boss of Qinglin Company all the more interesting.
It would be like three pioneers of the Two Bombs, One Satellite program tutoring a little kid. What an astonishing record!
And if the young Boss of Qinglin Company went on to achieve something in science, that would be even more fascinating. It would become a story of scientific legacy.
By then, media accounts would surely write about it nonstop: because he had been immersed in the science of three senior pioneers from a young age, the young Boss of Qinglin Company had gone on to achieve such great scientific accomplishments.
At any rate, there would undoubtedly be all sorts of heartwarming versions of the story passed around among the public.
While Xiao Qinfeng was being put through the wringer, a space base