Space Survival: My Teammates Are All Top-Tier

The two, having eaten and drunk their fill, didn't rest.

Guo Wanxing's reward was average, and because of his lower ranking, the amount was not as much as Jiang Shi's.

A better one would be an excellent blueprint for making animal and plant feed.

They were still tending to the plants in the cultivation room, separating the remaining 6 kernels of corn, garlic seeds, starflowers, and premium oxygen grass.

Place garlic cloves, starflower seeds, and oxygen grass seeds in a large stone flowerpot with a diameter of 40 cm and a height of 30 cm.

Corn and sweet potato seeds are planted in the four-sided soil grooves provided in the cultivation room.

"Wanxing, are you tired?"

"Not tired!"

"Hmm, you stand aside and observe the effects of this superior-grade plant growth potion..."

Jiang Shi took out the 500 ml bottle of premium plant growth agent.

Inside the transparent bottle, the emerald green liquid swayed gently.

As you uncork the bottle, a refreshing herbal aroma wafts out.

Tilt the bottle and use the cap as a measuring tool to drip approximately one milliliter onto each of the three sweet potato seedlings.

The medicinal liquid was quickly absorbed by the sweet potato vines and disappeared.

For the first few seconds, nothing changed.

Jiang Shi and Guo Wanxing both stared intently, holding their breath.

quickly

The sweet potato vines reacted; the leaves stood upright, the stems thickened and lengthened, and numerous new nodes continuously emerged.

More tender leaves unfurled, grew larger, and turned greener!

Wild growth...

In just over ten seconds, the three seedlings, which were originally only twenty-odd centimeters long, grew to nearly one meter tall.

Lush foliage!

The momentum showed no signs of abating, and the main stem began to spread horizontally, with thick aerial roots rapidly growing from the nodes that touched the soil.

The fact that it's planted in the soil signifies that the sweet potato will begin to form.

The two looked at each other; the effect was so direct and so shocking.

Guo Wanxing murmured, "At this rate, we'll be able to harvest a huge amount of sweet potatoes soon!"

Jiang Shi nodded, "But we have to use this sparingly, it's only 500 milliliters."

At this moment, Jiang Shi noticed out of the corner of his eye that Guo Wanxing's eyes had dimmed considerably, her shoulders were slightly slumped, and her gaze was fixed on the wildly growing vines, motionless.

Hmm? Why does Wanxing look a little disappointed and unhappy?

Jiang Shi frowned, leaned closer to her, nudged her, and softened his voice.

"Wanxing, you seem a little unhappy. Shouldn't you be happy about a bumper harvest?"

Only then did he see her profile clearly—her jawline was slightly taut, and her eyes, which were always calm or warm when looking at him, were now somewhat unfocused, reflecting the shadows of swaying vines, but without much luster.

Guo Wanxing pursed her lips, her eyelashes trembled, and she turned to look at him.

She tried to force a smile, but her lips only twitched. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but then swallowed it back.

She was conflicted, very conflicted, and finally lowered her eyes to avoid his gaze.

"N-nothing."

Her voice was very soft.

Looking at the wildly growing sweet potato vines, Guo Wanxing was genuinely excited at first, but as she thought about it, she felt a little uneasy.

The thought that a single potion could replace her talent brought a sense of uselessness to her, and she feared that she would become a burden to Jiang Shi in the future and be disliked...

Although she knew that Jiang Shi would most likely not mind, she couldn't help but think about it that way.

"Your expression clearly shows it, so why are you telling me it's nothing?"

Jiang Shi wouldn't let her get away with it, so he reached out and grabbed her arm.

"Look at me, tell me what's wrong, maybe I can help you."

A complex mix of emotions surged in his eyes—confusion, struggle, and a hint of… barely perceptible grievance and self-mockery.

Guo Wanxing looked up at him and spoke, her voice dry and tinged with self-mockery.

"Jiang Shi, you can't help me."

"They didn't even say, how do you know I can't help?" Jiang Shi frowned even more.

"What's wrong? Are you tired? Or are you feeling unwell?"

He instinctively reached out to touch her forehead.

Guo Wanxing turned her head away, clutching the hem of her clothes tightly.

"It's not that I'm tired, it's just..."

"My talent is nothing compared to a single potion!"

She spoke very slowly, each word squeezed out with great effort:

"Look, I've tried my best, but it's not much better. And this medicine, just a few drops..."

"I feel useless."

She lowered her head, her voice trailing off, "I'm useless. You... you'll definitely despise me later..."

She didn't doubt Jiang Shi; she believed him.

But what Guo Wanxing fears is the future.

In this cruel world where survival requires constant improvement, stagnation means losing the value one provides.

Even the best relationships can be worn down over time.

She didn't know, and she didn't want to be a burden to anyone.

She liked him, so she wanted to stand beside him rather than behind him...

Thinking about it, Guo Wanxing clenched her fists, and her body trembled slightly.

Jiang Shi was stunned for a moment.

He never expected her to get so hung up on this. In his eyes, Guo Wanxing's talent was unique, how could it be compared to a bottle of potion?

"How could that be?"

Jiang blurted out, feeling both amused and exasperated.

He reached out and pulled her clenched fist up.

"What nonsense are you thinking? The potion is inanimate, you're alive, how can you compare them?"

No, you will.

"Just because it doesn't happen now doesn't mean it won't happen in the future."

"I'm tired, I'm going to sleep!"

Guo Wanxing withdrew her hand, not giving Jiang Shi a chance to speak, and turned to leave the plant cultivation room.

"this……"

Jiang Shi's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, his mouth opened but he couldn't utter a sound.

He wanted to comfort her, reassure her, and tell her sweet nothings about how important she was, but they all got stuck in his throat.

Jiang Shi wasn't good at sweet talk to begin with, so what touching words could he possibly say?

Moreover, upon calming down and thinking about it, Jiang Shi could understand Guo Wanxing's feelings.

It's no wonder anyone would feel good to see their skills, which they rely on, so easily replaced by external factors.

Simple jealousy is a kind of undermining of one's own sense of self-worth.

You need to figure it out yourself.

"Why……"

Jiang Shi sighed helplessly and rubbed his aching temples.

"I'll try to talk to her later. I never thought having a capable wife would cause so much worry!"

Suddenly, I understand my parents a little better...

He shook his head, suppressing his chaotic emotions.

Keep farming and get busy.

Apply the pesticide to the corn and sweet potatoes, harvest, and repeat...

About an hour later, around 9 p.m.

"Ugh, farming is tiring!"

Jiang complained that he put the last bundle of processed corn stalks into the storage space.

He straightened up and let out a long sigh of relief, his aching back aching.

Looking at the half-empty bottle of medicine in his hand, he gave a wry smile.

"I must say, this medicine is indeed highly effective!"

Jiang Shi brought up the space interface, looked at the list, and couldn't help but gasp in astonishment:

"We've harvested nearly 300 jin of sweet potatoes, 100 jin of corn, 150 jin of sweet potato vines, 80 jin of corn stalks, and 90 jin of garlic!"

"A truly bumper harvest! Let's save this half bottle for now, and use it when we find better crops later..."

I went to the restroom and washed my hands.

Jiang Shi found Guo Wanxing in the bedroom.

Leaning against the headboard, she bent her knees, buried her face between them, and curled up into a ball.

She remained motionless, as if asleep, but Jiang Shi knew she wasn't.

Looking at this scene, Jiang Shi's sense of accomplishment from the harvest vanished, leaving only heartache and helplessness.

Oh, Wanxing, why did you have to do this?

It seems that overthinking isn't necessarily a good thing...

He stood at the doorway, took a few deep breaths, and organized his thoughts.

I walked over quietly and sat down on the edge of the bed.