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The boy grasped it with great effort and climbed up.

The knee accidentally hit the edge of the wing. In order to make the repair process more accurate, the teenager whose touch was magnified by 150% was so painful that he hugged his knee and squatted on the wing.

The fuselage is light and small, and the wings slope gently to one side.

The boy only cared about the pain in his knees, "kneading" and "kneading" there, and when he reacted, he slid down from the sloping wing directly——

hula.

The buttocks landed and fell directly to the ground.

The boy started rubbing his ass again.

After "kneading" for a long time, as if getting angry, he got up and kicked hard towards the unimportant place of the fuselage.

Boom.

The officer's eyes widened, and he wanted to take a step forward, but was stopped again and said emphatically, "Don't come close. He'll find out."

"He, just such a child who loses his temper, what can he find out?"

The consul didn't say a word, his light blond hair was hidden in the darkness, and it was gilded in a secret place.

"He's sharp."

The officer clearly disagreed.

He even began to suspect that those Amway stickers and those so-called fame on the anonymous trading website were all fictitious.

A child who would get so angry that he kicked the maintenance fighter because of a fall——

How can it be possible to repair an ancient fighter that has been broken for 1000 years and is almost out of print.

The little boy obviously kicked himself hard and knocked himself down again.

He squatted on the ground, took off his shoes and started rubbing his toes.

Under the slender ankle is a very delicate foot.

The Consul's eyes fell on it.

It didn't look like a soldier's calloused feet after training. On the contrary, the toes were delicate and round. "Knead" once, "Knead" and then flexibly move twice, like a nimble little fish in water.

Xiaoyu quickly put it back into the slippers.

This time, the rolled-up pant legs were down, and the ankles were out of sight.

There was a bit of regret in the consul's eyes.

When the anger passed, the young man climbed onto the wing again like a kitten so angry that the plane's ears were open.This time, I was careful not to bump it, and climbed directly to the top of the machine to correct the balance device.

Fiddled with for more than an hour.

Just when they felt that the youth should not be able to cultivate well today, and they were going to see the result tomorrow.The balance device at the top clicked, and there was a sound of returning to its place.

The energy stone flickers.

The boy wiped the sweat from his brow and jumped off the wing.

Adjust the contact device of the energy stone again, walk around again, and return to the cockpit to push the activation lever after confirmation.

The fingers flexibly jump on the various "operation" keys, just like playing.

The relevant data was immediately displayed on the electronic light screen in front of him, and the young man quickly made adjustments and settings.

Concentrate on blind pushing, but can always adjust the contact data to the parameters that best match the energy stone within three times.

It's as if the old fighter jet under him is a patient who can communicate vocally, telling him exactly what's wrong with him.

Soon, the fighter plane left the ground again.

But at such a critical moment, the boy sitting in the driver's seat seemed to be disturbed by something suddenly.

He adjusted the fighter plane in a panic, and made an emergency landing within a few feet after getting up.

"I'm coming--"

It disappeared in front of the data screen with a swish.

After a while, I didn't see him, but I heard his voice first.

"I'm full, I'm really full. Don't keep knocking on my door, do you know privacy, privacy!"

zizi.

The boy's projection came over again, and quickly disappeared again.

"I said I don't eat raw chicken!" The machine-transformed voice was also projected the moment the boy was connected to the optical brain. The voice matched his face, and it was the voice of an ordinary middle-aged man.

But the slightly rising tail sound is full of childishness.

Zizi, the boy is fully projected again.

The fighter jet flew up with a huff, and this time it was very smooth.

The officer was dumbfounded, this, this is fixed.

How did he adjust those parameters and matching? As long as there is a slight balance error, it is easy to cause fighter strikes or even small-scale paralysis-unless the structure, data, and precision of the inside are extremely well understood, it can be repaired so quickly.

Don't look at this little boy's unreliable appearance.

There is really something in the stomach.

He saw the boy sitting in the driver's seat lower his head, as if calling up a dialogue box to send a message.

They couldn't see the boy's specific operation, and couldn't decipher his coordinates, so they could only rely on guessing.But almost immediately, an encrypted message was received on the Archon's optical brain.

[It's fixed. ]

[Remember to give the money. ]

The boy quickly exited the projection like a mouse being beaten with a stick, and he didn't even have time to send the message of saying hello and farewell.

The moment before the projection disappeared, he was still cursing: "Here we come!"

In the dark room, only the consuls and officers were left standing in the dark border.

"Is any battleship repairer in the Federation at this level?"

The officer was visibly shocked.

Even had some doubts about their technological level.

"No."

He is special.

The consul didn't say much, and his figure disappeared into the darkness.

***

The unconfirmed news that Admiral Yu's adopted son passed the junior commander exam last time became popular on the Star Network with a photo that was so blurry that he couldn't see him clearly.

Discussions about this "Federal Prince" immediately built up tall buildings on major forums and news networks.

I don't know why the topic building is crooked.

Many people in the empire began to ridicule that it is the Federation but the military power only covers the sky with one hand, and there is even a "Prince of the Federation".

The people of the Federation immediately ridiculed that the empire is better than the empire. There is a prince, but the consul is in power.

A scolding war started for a while.

It doesn't matter, the splash will dissipate soon.

But what caught Yu Hanzhou's attention was that someone started digging out Ming Huan's identity information.

The news that the information system had been hacked in the First Federation Military Academy was reported on the afternoon when Ming Huan finished the junior commander exam.

No one has yet connected the military student who doesn't appear often in the school with the adopted son of General Yu. Except for a few high-ranking dragon families in the military school who know the inside story, most people don't even know that there is such a person as Ming Huan in the school.

So, who would go out of their way to check the identity of an ordinary military student.

Yu Hanzhou asked someone to find out who Ming Huan was partnering with on the day he took the junior commander exam.

The results were unexpected.

It turned out to be a fake identity information.

Yu Hanzhou recalled Ming Huan's flustered eyes and angry expression when he just opened the door.He knocked on the bedroom door again.

Waited for a while.

There was a bang from inside.

Ming Huan seemed to have fallen when he got out of bed, and staggered to open the door.

Knead your knees for a while, and your elbows for a while.

Seeing this, Yu Hanzhou carried him over and pushed up his sleeves, but he didn't see any bruises on his elbows.

"What are you 'kneading'?"

Alas, the surface coating of the fighter plane is too hard. I knew that the tactility would be 150% inaccurate.

"I just played a game. The hand bone was broken in it—"

Ming Huan deliberately spoke seriously.

He didn't want Yu Hanzhou to feel that he was squeamish, and he was so painful that he kneaded here without even hurting the body.

So it turned out that he was hiding and playing a game just now.

Really playful.

But little alphas may be like this, the real world is too strict, so they can only seek some desired excitement in the game world.

Yu Hanzhou didn't criticize him too much, he just said, "I cooked the chicken and I have to eat it in a while. I didn't eat meat well a few days ago because of the commander's exam and the hospital examination, and I have to make up for it in the next two days."

"It's okay, I..."

"Didn't you notice that you are shorter than ordinary little alphas?"

tasty.

Isn't it just meat?

Ming Huan gritted his teeth.

"Any game can break your hand bones." Yu Hanzhou frowned. He didn't think Ming Huan was suitable for playing such a game with too high a restriction level and too violent. What are you doing rubbing your knees?"

Ming Huan straightened up, stopped his subconscious movements, and smiled dryly, "The knee, the knee was also broken."

"Don't play this game."

"Alphas are playing this now."

Ming Huan didn't care.

The more Yu Hanzhou didn't want him to play, the more he wanted to play.

There is a beep from the terminal.Ming Huan secretly nodded his eyes.

The remaining 500 million!

arrive!account!up! !

Ahhhhh!

Agricultural star.

Yu Hanzhou frowned, looking at Ming Huan's dirty mouth stained with red wine, it was obvious that he had just gobbled up beef with a lot of sauce.

It's still going crazy right now.

Put a stack of freshly cooked chicken on the table, "It's delicious to eat, don't play while eating.".