"By the way, why does this fighter plane have no landing gear, and I see that there is no jet reduction port in the front section, and there is no jet port for vertical takeoff and landing under the fuselage." Yuan Ye raised his own question.

Seeing Yuan Ye's expression, Zhou Qian smiled proudly. People who know Zhou Qian well would be shocked if they saw her expression at this moment. You know, Zhou Qian usually smiles, but she is so self-conscious like today.

Inwardly, there was almost a self-satisfied smile, which was extremely rare.

Click.

Zhou Qian grabbed the main engine port of the model and pulled it down suddenly. In an instant, the two main engines of the model were like the claws of an eagle, perpendicular to the fuselage.

"Can this replace the landing gear?" Zhou Qian asked, her eyes shining with excitement.

"Deformed?" Yuan Ye raised his head and looked at Zhou Qian in shock.

"That's right." Seeing Yuan Ye's astonished gaze, Zhou Qian became more interested, and then she continued: "This is the biggest highlight of my design of this fighter plane. The entire engine can move within a certain area like an eagle's claw."

Moving freely can greatly improve the fighter's maneuverability in the air. For example, when climbing quickly, many pilots who want to climb quickly will first perform a vertical maneuver and then turn on the afterburner of the engine. In my opinion, this is much better.

There is less trouble, and for the 'Sea Spirit', such trouble can be completely avoided, as long as the engine is deformed to 9o degrees perpendicular to the fuselage."

"That's not all." Zhou Qian continued: "If you want to let the nose of the aircraft rush up during the vertical climb, you can adjust the engine's deformation system to the B position. In this way, the engine will remain relatively stable.

What moves is the fuselage. As long as the engine is reset, the nose of the plane will naturally face upwards. If you encounter an enemy plane directly ahead, you can also use this method to adjust the position of the nose of the plane to quickly attack the enemy plane.

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"Awesome." After hearing Zhou Qian's story and looking at the "Sea Soul" model in front of him, Yuan Ye admired it from the bottom of his heart.

Hearing Yuan Ye's praise, Zhou Qian's interest became even more intense, and then she said: "If you want to do the Phantom Maneuver, you only need to turn the engine of the fighter plane at a vertical angle of 9o degrees, and then bend it forward a few degrees to let the aircraft fly.

Just make the body and the engine form an arched shape."

In this way, the more the two chatted, the more interested they became. At this moment, they both found a common topic, which was their love for fighter planes. Zhou Qian's liking for Yuan Ye also increased a lot. In her opinion,

Come on, Yuan Ye is a person who really appreciates her. This appreciation is not just about her appearance, but more importantly, her talent.

And Yuan Ye also had a deeper understanding of Zhou Qian. Underneath the beautiful appearance, there was an extraordinary mind and rich imagination.

The two of them chatted for two hours around the "Sea Soul", and they had to stop chatting until the lunch break was over. During this period, Yuan Ye also gained a deeper understanding of fighter aircraft, which is not a big deal.

There was considerable progress, and after Zhou Qian's influence, he also realized that some things that seemed unchangeable could actually be used flexibly. This kind of thinking seemed to be applicable to his own flying of fighter jets.

With this understanding, I have to admit that Yuan Ye has improved a little bit, and this improvement is not on the technical level, but on the ideological level.

After walking out of Zhou Qian's dormitory, Zhou Qian obviously still had some things to say, but she had to go to class. After saying goodbye to Yuan Ye, she quickened her pace and walked out of the building. He was going to be late.

As for Yuan Ye, he didn't plan to go to class in the afternoon. After all, what Billy taught now was just basics, and he wouldn't learn anything if he went there. Instead of doing this, he might as well concentrate on simplifying things through "Dimensional Driving Theory" in the dormitory.

The remaining basic actions.

As Yuan Ye and Zhou Qian disappeared into the corridor, Zhao Qiang's figure appeared at the corner of the corridor. He had been waiting here for two hours, from when Yuan Ye entered Zhou Qian's room just now, to

After they came out, he could clearly see how intimate the two were.

A man and a beautiful woman stayed in the room for two full hours. You can guess what they did there without even thinking about it. When you think about it, that unattractive guy was able to seduce the beautiful woman last week and was still in the room.

In the meantime... Zhao Qiang's heart was filled with anger. At this moment, Zhao Qiang's resentment towards Yuan Ye had reached a considerable height.

Yuan Ye didn't know that Zhao Qiang had been peeping at him and Zhou Qian from the corner of the corridor, and he didn't know that Zhao Qiang hated him deeply.

After returning to the dormitory, Yuan Ye went to the bedroom without stopping, turned on the light-sensitive computer, and started his great work of simplification.

With the experience of simplifying the first eleven basic movements, Director Yuan Ye simplified the remaining thirty movements, and it was not as difficult as before. Although there were still problems from time to time, Yuan Ye managed to simplify them through thinking or

After searching for information on the Internet, you can basically solve it yourself.

Seeing the formulas for simplifying movements one after another being formed in his hands, Yuan Ye's expression also showed a trace of excitement.

He knew very well that as long as he could complete all forty-one simplified movements, his aerial combat strength would definitely be improved to a higher level. You must know that in aerial combat, the forty-one basic movements are used the most.

It was evening, in a villa in the center of Aya.

Zhao Hong was sitting on the sofa in the living room, talking endlessly into the communicator, looking extremely embarrassed. Next to him sat a middle-aged woman, wearing a red nightgown, about forty-five years old.

, but because of the good maintenance, the charm is still there between the eyebrows, and she is Zhao Hong's wife, Zhao Qiang's mother, named Jiang Yi.

After cutting off the contact, Zhao Hong's face was still extremely embarrassed: "Zhao Qiang, this kid, is getting more and more outrageous. Today is the day for the sophomore pilot assessment, but what about him? At this critical moment, no one can be found.

.”

"Isn't it just a pilot test? What's the big deal? The test is more than just this one. If I didn't take the test this time, the worst thing is, can't I just make up for it next time?" Jiang Yi glanced at Zhao Hong and said disapprovingly.

"I said, it's already this time, can you stop protecting that boy Zhao Qiang? Zhao Qiang is like this because you are probably used to him." Zhao Hong looked at Jiang Yi and said angrily.

"Huh, look what you said, that's my biological son, who can I not tolerate?" Jiang Yi said leisurely.

"Get used to it, get used to it, you know you are used to it. Just look at it, Zhao Qiang will be ruined by this word sooner or later." Zhao Qiang said with his face still livid.

Just when Zhao Hong and Jiang Yi were arguing, the door suddenly opened, and Zhao Qiang walked in from the door unsteadily, and his expression was equally ugly.

"Stop!" Seeing Zhao Qiang about to walk into the bedroom, Zhao Hong suddenly called him.

"What are you doing?" Zhao Qiang stopped, frowned and looked at his father, and asked impatiently.

"Tell me, what did you do today?" Zhao Hong said in a stern voice.

"Nothing to do, just walking around." Zhao Qiang replied casually.

"Do you know that today is the day for the sophomore pilot test? Why didn't you go?" Zhao Hong pointed at his son's nose and said, his fingertips trembling slightly.

"You can't pass the exam anyway, and it's useless to go there. Rather than doing this, it's better..."

Snapped!

Before Zhao Qiang could finish speaking, Zhao Hong slapped Zhao Qiang hard on the face: "You're such a loser, it's in vain that I spent so much effort to get you into the class, but you're so good,

Not only do you not want to make progress, but you also become even more idle. Look at your clothes and your fancy hair. You don’t look like a student, you are just a street gangster!"

Zhao Qiang said nothing, but covered his face and looked at his father fiercely.

Jiang Yi on the side saw her precious son being beaten, and her eyes showed distress. Then she stopped in front of Zhao Qiang and accused Zhao Hong: "Zhao, why do you always beat our son? Isn't he?"

Your biological one?"

Zhao Hong turned around and said disappointedly: "I don't have a son who doesn't live up to expectations like this."

At this time, Zhao Hong's contact device suddenly rang again. The person requesting contact was none other than Li Yun, and he also brought bad news to Zhao Hong. Yuan Ye rejected the invitation from the first class.

Such news, for Zhao Hong at this time, undoubtedly added fuel to the fire. He knew very well that if Yuan Ye did not handle the matter clearly, and Zhao Qiang failed to pass the second-level pilot student, Fang Zhi would definitely not

Let him go, after all, he is derelict in his job and is using his power for personal gain.

Listening to the shouts of Yuan Ye on the left and Yuan Ye on the right of his father's communicator, Zhao Qiang's hatred for Yuan Ye rose to a new level. He gave his father a hard look and then rushed into his bedroom.

among.

After entering the bedroom, Zhao Qiang fell down on the bed, sulking alone, while the sound of his parents quarreling could be heard outside the door.

Hearing such a sound, Zhao Qiang's originally ferocious face became even more ferocious: "Noisy, noisy, noisy, noisy all day long!" Zhao Qiang said, grabbed the quilt, covered his face with it, and used

He blocked his ears with his hands.

After a while, the quarrel gradually subsided. Jiang Yi opened the door of Zhao Qiang's bedroom and slowly walked in. Seeing her son, the anger in Jiang Yi's brows was immediately dissipated, replaced by a mother's unique tenderness.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Jiang Yi gently touched her son's forehead a few times. At this time, Zhao Qiang, in anger, casually pushed his mother's hand away and turned away.

Jiang Yi didn't pay too much attention to Zhao Qiang's move, and comforted her son with kind words: "Ignore your father's donkey, he is just a rat carrying a gun in the den, but outside, he is nothing."

Zhao Qiang was silent, his eyes slightly closed, and his heavy breathing made his body rise and fall.

Seeing that her son was still angry, Jiang Yi didn't say anything, casually took out two thick stacks of star yuan from her pocket and placed them next to her son, then stood up and left gently.

Looking at the two thick stacks of star yuan, Zhao Qiang narrowed his eyes, then grabbed them and threw them into the air.

Wow.

The stars thrown into the air immediately dispersed, forming a rain of banknotes, floating and flowing. Zhao Qiang just raised his head and watched quietly, clenching his hands into fists, and in his heart he vowed to be incompatible with Yuan Ye.
Chapter completed!