When I was five years old, I helped my mother do test papers live, and I became popular

Baigong.

Te Meipu was sitting in seat C, listening to his subordinates report on the border conflict in Huaxia Asen.

"The two Reaper F-1s were all wiped out by Huaxia." Temepu's face was full of disbelief.

Someone said: "This is not a problem with the Reaper F-1, but a problem with the Assen pilots. There are no less than 10 plane crashes and fatalities in Assen every year, which is enough to show that the Assen pilots are lame."

"That's right, if it's a normal pilot, the Reaper F-1 can definitely beat the Shenlong-1." Others echoed.

Temeipu is speechless. Don't these bastards know that the fighter jets that Asen bought back from other countries at a high price are either junk or just eliminated fighter jets?

People from the Intelligence Bureau played a video.

It is the video of Shenlong-1 hanging and beating Reaper F-1.

Everyone here gasped, they didn't expect Huaxia's fighter jets to be so advanced.

"This Shenlong-1 is afraid that only the Reaper F-2 can beat the peak." Most of the people felt awe-inspiring.

Someone suggested: "Asen wants to buy fighter jets from us again, why not sell him a Reaper F-2 and let him compete with Shenlong-1."

"This plan is very good." Temepu nodded and said, "We can send our pilots to help Asen. After destroying Shenlong-1, we can drive Reaper F-2 back."

Everyone stared at Temei Pu in surprise, and thought to themselves: "Master Zong Tong, you are good or bad, we like it so much!"

"What's my plan?" Temei Pu was very confident. This was a plan that killed two birds with one stone. Not only could it cost Asen a lot of money, but it could also destroy Huaxia's fighter jets.

"Miaozai Miaozai." Everyone gave a thumbs up.

Someone asked: "How many Reapers F-2s are we going to 'sell' to Arsen, and how much are we going to sell each?"

Te Meipu said lightly: "'Sell' two, one for 40 billion."

After finishing the big meal, Ye Xiaotian went back to the research institute to pack up his things and was about to leave.

The members of the Institute hated him.

Mr. Xiao is also trying to keep him. If he can keep this person who is comparable to a 13, I believe that it will not be long before the research institute can study a lot of fighter jets that can blow up the sky.

"It doesn't make much sense for me to stay here." Ye Xiaotian shook his head, and politely refused: "I still have to go back to school."

The production of Shenlong-1 was in a hurry, and most of the functions were not satisfactory. The next work of the research institute is to manufacture a Shenlong-1 at a normal speed, and then gradually improve it.

Normal speed, at least 3 months.

Elder Xiao has already mastered the technology of Shenlong-1, so it doesn't make much sense for Ye Xiaotian to stay here.

"That's good." Elder Xiao sighed, and said, "It's not appropriate to make a big splash about the contributions of the two of you. It needs to be kept secret for now, but don't worry, the country will remember it."

Now Shenlong-1 is on the cusp of international public opinion and has received the attention of other countries. If they know who the researcher is, it will be a big deal.

"Give me the credit, will it not be worthy of the name?" Wang Ziyi was a little embarrassed, she didn't help at all with the work of the research institute.

"This bed-warming, coughing female classmate, you took good care of classmate Xiaotian, and you have worked hard without credit." Elder Xiao said.

Wang Ziyi blushed and nodded.

"I don't care about these false names. The most important thing is to be able to contribute to the country." Ye Xiaotian waved his hand, looking like an expert who regards fame as dung.

Wang Ziyi blinked at the little star, looked at Ye Xiaotian adoringly, and praised in her heart: "Brother Xiaotian, who is high-spirited and bright, is really charming."

"Well said." Mr. Xiao patted him on the shoulder and threw an olive branch: "I want to study fighter jets in the future, so come to me directly, and I will reserve the first place for you."

After bidding farewell to everyone in the research institute, Master Qin personally escorted Ye Xiaotian and the others back to Qingbei Campus.

Arsen.

Mo Laoxian is in a good mood, because Pretty not only sells his fighter jets, but also sells the Reaper F-2, so there is no pressure to beat Huaxia.

"Beautiful Country also sent two pilots to help." The assistant said excitedly: "And they are also pretty from Asen."

Mo Laoxian frowned, feeling a little weird.

In fact, sending beautiful Assen pilots over is the insurance policy of the beautiful country.

If they win, then these two pilots are from the beautiful country, and they will drive the Reaper F-2 back for the beautiful country.

If he loses, the beautiful country can take the blame. These two are from Asen. If he loses, what does the beautiful country have to do with him?

It's not that Assen's pilots are disappointing.

Mo Laoxian didn't know about the strategy of the beautiful country, and he couldn't think of it, so he had to give an order:
"When the Reaper F-2 arrives, send it out immediately to destroy China's Shenlong-1."

Back at Qingbei University, Ye Xiaotian bid farewell to Master Qin and Wang Ziyi, and went back to the dormitory.

in the dormitory.

Kitten is sleeping soundly.

Lin Shiqing was lying on the sofa, holding up her mobile phone and watching "Infested Bears".

Gently put down the suitcase, Ye Xiaotian quietly came to the sofa, ready to scare his mother.

Lin Shiqing was still watching cartoons, and didn't realize that someone had entered the dormitory.

"Ow."

Ye Xiaotian let out a dragon's roar, and rushed towards Lin Shiqing's body.

"what!"

The sudden sound startled Lin Shiqing, she subconsciously hid aside, and then kicked out.

Ye Xiaotian, who had just rushed over, was kicked flying, and fell backward like a ball, falling two meters away.

The little butt was in severe pain.

Ye Xiaotian screamed again and again, but fortunately there was a pillow behind him, otherwise he would have had his head shot.

Lin Shiqing hurried over, and asked while checking, "Xiao Tian, ​​are you okay?"

"Mom, your feet are really heavy." Ye Xiaotian stood up, touched his burning buttocks, and complained.

"You didn't scare me." Lin Shiqing helped Ye Xiaotian to the sofa.

As soon as he sat down, Ye Xiaotian bounced like a spring, because his butt would not allow him to sit down.

Lin Shiqing ran to the cabinet, took out a bottle of potion, and came over to rub it for Ye Xiaotian.

Of course not rubbing ass.

Instead, rub your belly.

Because Lin Shiqing kicked Ye Xiaotian's stomach.

"Does your stomach hurt?" Lin Shiqing asked worriedly while rubbing his stomach gently as she applied the potion on her palm.

Fortunately, he didn't kick his son to death.

"The stomach is not very painful, but the little butt is very painful." Ye Xiaotian was surprised, the kicked stomach didn't feel very painful, could it be that the mother didn't eat?

"Why doesn't it hurt?" Lin Shiqing was even more worried. There won't be any sequelae, right?So he said, "I'll take you to the hospital for a look."