Next to the airport, ambulances and fire trucks were ready.

The huge aviation tires rubbed violently against the ground, splashing out dazzling white sparks. As if they were fighting fiercely with the God of Death, the huge plane quickly glided on the runway. If you look closely, you will find that its nose is always swaying left and right.

Everyone's hearts were raised to their throats.

The ambulance and fire truck advanced at full speed, following the plane. Everyone in the tower also went downstairs and came to the runway by car.

However, no one knew that at this moment, when everyone in the world was sweating and rushed to this dangerous battlefield nervously, the young man in the center of the battlefield sat in the crazy trembling driver's seat, holding the rudder in his left hand and the joystick in his right hand, looking straight ahead, and looking calm and composed.

The entire plane was shaking, and the entire cockpit was shaking, but he sat steadily, holding the rudder tightly, and pushing the throttle calmly in reverse like any normal landing.

Finally, the front tire exploded during a long period of friction. The entire plane lost control instantly and turned wildly to the right. But Fu Cheng frowned slightly, his face remained unchanged, and then turned the tide with his strength to pull the direction of the entire plane.

"Buzz--"

The behemoth finally slid onto the lawn on the right side of the runway and stopped in a violent ups and downs.

The fire truck immediately began to spray fire-fighting foam on the landing gear that was on fire. The ambulance followed.

Fu Cheng sat in the driver's seat. Instead of untiing his seat belt, he turned off the switches of various components of the aircraft one by one according to the regulations and procedures in an orderly manner. Finally, he turned off the throttle.

Unlock the seat belt, open the cockpit door, and leave the plane.

At the moment when he saw the light of day again, the dazzling sunshine in early summer in Los Angeles made Fucheng squint his eyes involuntarily. In a trance, he saw a man pushing away the crowd and walking over.

Zhuo Huan grabbed him and looked up and down: "Are you injured?"

Fucheng moved his hands and rolled up his sleeves: "I bumped into it when I landed in the end."

I saw a large piece of blood marks produced by friction on my thin wrist. I went up along the scratched blood skin and along the elbow, and there was a dazzling purple. The sudden and violent impact caused blood stasis to accumulate under the epidermis. The injury was not serious, but it was reflected by the fair skin, and suddenly it felt shocking.

A feeling that was indescribable for some reason, Zhuo Huan raised his eyes and glanced at the calm young man in front of him, and couldn't help but say, "Can you give me some special reaction?"

Fu Cheng was stunned: "…?" He didn't understand very well, what special reaction this required.

Before getting off the plane, he didn't notice that he was injured at all. It was not until Zhuo Huan said that he noticed the stinging pain on his arm. The injury was really not serious. Compared with some of his previous trainings during his service, it seemed to be tickling.

Zhuo Huan was too lazy to scold this person anymore. He pulled Fucheng to the ambulance and said to the doctor: "Help him deal with the wound."

It only took five minutes to treat the wound.

Everyone in Mai Fei gathered around the scrapped landing gear and conducted data collection and research again. Fu Cheng shook his arm wrapped in gauze, and he walked to Zhuo Huan and said something in his ear.

Zhuo Huan glanced at him and said to Johnny: "He was injured and asked someone to take him back to the hotel to rest."

Johnny: "It really doesn't need to do a rigorous examination anymore? The test pilot we had hit the head and had a mild concussion."

Fucheng shook his head: "It's okay, I know where I bumped into it."

Johnny immediately arranged someone to send Fucheng back to the hotel to rest.

Getting into the car, Fucheng looked back at the airport. He saw a large group of people surrounding the plane. There were too many people, so he could not find Zhuo Huan from it. So he withdrew his gaze, Fucheng turned on his phone, but before he could do anything, a message jumped out first. Fucheng was stunned for a moment and clicked on the message.

[Zhuo Huan: So boring, where are you.]

The message was sent one hour ago.

...It seemed that he was flying a plane at that time. Didn’t Zhuo Huan know?

Fu Cheng frowned, looked at the message for a long time, and finally chose to close the message without replying.

The car completely drove away from Maifei Airport. On the wide and deserted highway, Fucheng looked down at his phone. Maifei's driver was sitting in the front seat, and he looked at the phone screen with expressionless face. Word by word, he began to type on the keyboard in the memo and enter Maifei's flight confidential data.

Just as Fucheng calmly wrote down the important data he had written down, at Mai Air Airport, a group of excellent aircraft designers began to discuss the landing gear of the aircraft.

One designer said: "The landing gear of the F485, in theory, can withstand a speed of 150 knots and a weight of 540 tons. Even if the modified Neo has a landing speed slightly lower than 150 knots, its weight is far less than 540 tons, and its empty weight is 180 tons."

Someone said: "But the landing gear is not completely scrapped. You see, the landing gear of the F485 is just a tire blown, and only one front wheel exploded. In addition, the landing gear is slightly twisted, but it is not completely twisted like the last test flight."

"What do you think?" Mr. Reiner suddenly spoke, and everyone immediately fell silent.

Everyone looked at Zhuo Huan together.

Zhuo Huan held his chin with one hand and suddenly was named after someone. He laughed with a slight tone, saying "I don't know. But how this plane improved... made me even more curious."

Mr. Reiner glanced at him and responded sneer.

That night, when Zhuo Huan returned to the hotel, he did not go back to his room, but knocked on the door of Fucheng.

The two met with each other, and Fu Cheng took out a set of printed data from the study.

Fucheng: "It's all here."

Zhuo Huan sat cross-legged on the sofa and swept all the data in three minutes. He looked up and asked Fucheng: "Do you feel anything special when you land and touch the ground?"

Fucheng thought for a while: "There is nothing special, but the front landing gear suddenly reached the maximum load, and the rudder was difficult to control."

During the day, Mai Fei's data analysts have already reached the conclusion through computers.

Zhuo Huan was completely interested. He threw the information on the coffee table and smiled casually: "It's interesting."

Fucheng glanced at him and lowered his head to drink water.

"What do you think is going on?"

Fucheng's voice was calm: "I don't know."

Zhuo Huan was just asking him casually, as if he was asking Fucheng, but in fact he was asking himself. He slowly leaned back and leaned back on the back of the sofa, and his eyes gradually became longer and deep, condensing in the point that could not be touched in the void.

In the room, only the walls always ticked.

Fucheng held the hot water cup and looked at him quietly.

No one knew how long it took, Zhuo Huan's eyes suddenly focused. He looked at Fucheng, originally trying to tell him the answer he guessed, but his eyes suddenly stopped when they touched the young man who was staring at him quietly.

It seems that no matter how interesting theories or profound and mysterious the answers are, they are meaningless at this moment.

Zhuo Huan stood up, walked to Fucheng, leaned over and kissed his lips.

"How's the injury on your arm?"

When the man got up and walked over, Fucheng never thought that he would kiss himself gently and then ask this sentence. The moment Zhuo Huan stood up, what he thought in his mind was: the condom in his room seemed to be not in the bedside table in the bedroom.

After a brief loss of consciousness, Fucheng lowered his eyes and lowered the color in his eyes and said lightly: "It's okay."

Zhuo Huan said softly, and Fucheng's cold words made the inexplicable feeling in his heart disappear silently after suddenly appearing.

Zhuo Huan: "Pour me a glass of water."

Fucheng got up and poured him a cup of hot water.

When he came back, Zhuo Huan raised his eyebrows at him: "After all wings that meet the Kuta conditions produce corresponding wing rings, the corresponding lift can be calculated based on Bernoulli's theorem. The larger the body size and the greater the weight, the greater the lift required for the aircraft."

Fucheng: "Hmm? Common knowledge of aerodynamics."

Zhuo Huan: "There is a problem with the fluid viscosity of this aircraft." He looked down at the data printed by Fucheng, and his fingers pressed on the black numbers. "Thor Reiner is a bit interesting. Even the landing gear of the F485 cannot bear the maximum pressure... In other words, how much has he increased the instantaneous maximum lift of this aircraft?"

***

In June, the landing gear improvement of Maifei F475neo is still progressing slowly.

Mai Fei always hid it, only giving a needed theoretical model, allowing Zhuo Huan to improve it with them.

Zhuo Huan doesn't care. He clearly has not been certified, but he seems to have determined that the direction of improvement of Maifei's new model must have changed the instantaneous maximum lift of the aircraft.

With a direction, he began to follow this path and think about his teacher's improvement plan.

Within a month, Fucheng conducted four more test flights. After the fourth test flight, the plane landed smoothly. But after Fucheng got off the plane, he unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt and scattered the heat while looking at the crowd in Maifei's laboratory, and said firmly: "No. It contains coincidental and technical elements to land smoothly. At the moment of landing, I felt that its landing gear was at the critical point of collapse. No more than 10% of the pilots in the world can land smoothly. And among this, if you are not lucky, accidents will occur."

Mr. Reiner frowned.

Zhuo Huan laughed: "The cost is too high, and it is impossible to use this improvement solution to design a new landing gear."

Mr. Reiner snorted coldly: "Continue."

After the test flight, Fucheng left the laboratory and found a place to rest. He leaned against the wall and seemed to be playing with his phone in vain. Johnny looked at him from afar and nodded with satisfaction. However, no one knew that Fucheng kept remembering the data of each test flight in his mind, then recited it all and sent it to Zhuo Huan.

The last data input was completed. Fucheng checked it and suddenly received a message from Su Fei.

Open the message.

The punk boy sent six points.

【Su Fei:...】

Fucheng: "…?”

【Fucheng: Hum?】

【Su Fei: I can't hold it in...】

【Fucheng:???】

[Su Fei: Ahhhhhhh I really can't hold it in!]

Fucheng: "..."

What's going on?

However, after waiting for five minutes, he did not wait for Su Fei's news.

Fucheng thought about it and called. Soon, the underage answered the phone. However, in the face of Fucheng's problem, he stammered and said, "Can't hold it in? Ah, nothing is nothing. That's nothing! Brother Fu, I just spent a long vacation and felt so nervous! Yes, I was so nervous. It was so boring, so I thought that you were still working and working hard, so I would chat with you!"

Fucheng: "..."
To be continued...