"By the way, Mutou Star is a waste disposal station, there's all kinds of junk here. She might have used these to learn. Professor, look at the parts she brought over—half new, half old, with patches—most likely picked from the junkyard."
At Zhang Yue's reminder, Wenn Yu snapped back to reality, "Her chair is nice, why haven't I seen it sold anywhere? It can fully massage and adjust structure with body movement."
"It looks like it's self-assembled," Zhang Yue searched online, "There really isn't a chair like this for sale."
"Perhaps, this is a self-taught genius," said Wenn Yu as he noticed Qiann Yan glance at him, satisfaction in her eyes.
He felt very curious.
Qiann Yan spent ten days meticulously identifying all the spacecraft's faults, making the two believe that it was the result of online research.
Finding out that Wenn Yu and Zhang Yue didn't think she was an elite stranded here, she felt content.
If they were suspicious, she could be even slower.
