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Ming Huan started directly, stuffing half of the plate of meat into his mouth.

The cheeks are bulging, making the cheeks look round.The sharp eyes are like his name, and the light color is bright.

"It's over, I'm done."

Ming Huan took the empty bowl out of the door and handed it to the housekeeper.

Not long ago, I stuffed a catty and a half of beef, and now I ate a large plate of chicken.

Ming Huan's stomach was full, and it was a little round.Lie on your back on the bed, press your belly with your hands, press a few times, curl your legs up, and lie on the bed.

Eat and drink well.

Money was also earned.

The future can be expected, just wait for the auction!

Ming Huan grabbed the quilt to cover his face, the corners of his mouth almost reached his ears, he hugged and rolled around, his calf hit his buttocks.Suddenly he raised his head and looked into the room——

Yu Hanzhou didn't know when he closed the door and left.

he's gone.

Ming Huan was even happier.

He was not feeling well a few days ago, and the irritability that was pressing him has completely disappeared now.

I don't know if the isolating agent is really effective, or if the 1000 million star coins are useful, but now he feels comfortable and relaxed all over.

Although it is said that it was just a projection of five or six hours of repairing the fighter plane in the past, and it was still pure "brain work".

But Ming Huan felt that his body was getting extremely tired.

After the excitement passed, he actually fell asleep in seconds hugging the quilt.

It was a deep sleep.

So deep that he slept until the next morning, and he didn't even know when Yu Hanzhou carried him onto the aircraft and drove to the location of the closed training camp——

When Ming Huan woke up in the training camp at an altitude of [-] meters, the howling wind made his forehead feel cold as soon as he opened his eyes.He was still asleep while sitting on a chair with his head against the wall. In front of him was an empty space of fighter jets landing on the ground. He looked down and saw that he was still wearing home clothes. The lieutenant next to him saw him wake up and put the The uniform was handed to him.

He looks very good when he is asleep, and he is also very beautiful.Even the stature is extremely small.Admiral Yu is tall and slender.

When he was held face up in the arms of the admiral, he looked like a little tortoise lazily shrunk in its shell, resting with its belly up—with its eyes closed, it really looked like a little omega.

"Student Ming, change your clothes first. I am your instructor today."

Ming Huan yawned.

He took the clothes and rubbed his eyes.Just woke up a little confused.

He followed the lieutenant to change his clothes and washed his face when he came out.Ming Huan knew that he had to go through these ten days of intensive training to quickly master the method of piloting the fighter plane.

When Ming Huan came out again, he glanced at the three or four sensitive jump fighters in the open space.He yawned one last time, wiped off the moisture from the corners of his eyes, and recognized his "car" today from the crowd of extremely similar people.

Turning his head to the side, he gave a very standard military salute to the lieutenant, like all military students, and said, "Hi lieutenant. Today, please."

Don't dare to be.

After all, a lieutenant is not capable of passing the junior commander exam.

Yes, don't look at this child as thin and small, he should be very powerful.

Maybe I have nothing to teach him at all.

Admiral Yu told the lieutenant that he had just been to the hospital yesterday, and that he had severe growing-stage differentiation syndrome.If he wants to sleep, let him sleep enough and then get up to study.

The lieutenant's family has two alpha brothers, both graduated from military academy.No one has been so pampered before, let him get a full sleep on the training ground before going to this kind of closed training.

So he thought, this person should be raised by the admiral as a treasure in his palm.

Definitely a little ancestor.

I would rather teach slowly than offend him.

With that in mind, the lieutenant acted more casually.

I didn't take it too seriously when I taught.Only a few rehearsals have been done, and the atmosphere has always been relaxed.

Pierce is one of the very few jump fighters owned by the Federation.The fighter Ming Huan used to practice at the beginning was a non-jump fighter with a similar "operation" screen, so the lieutenant took him over that one and went to the far side for a test drive.

[-] meters above the ground.

Even Baiyun stepped on it.

Ming Huan slowly drove the fighter plane to the sprint track.The lieutenant saw that he pursed his lips slightly, as if he was a little nervous, and comforted him: "Don't be nervous, just go forward. Don't worry, since you can even pass the junior commander exam, this is just a spare fighter... ..."

Ming Huan was very receptive to such compliments.

He has never failed the driver's license test.

This fighter is just the most common one.

Suddenly, his confidence stabilized a lot, and he pressed the start button with one hand.

The Lieutenant's eyes widened sharply.

Wait, wait a minute.I haven't switched to assisted instruction driving mode yet—

The fighter plane started to accelerate with a whoosh, and rushed out of the track before the lieutenant adjusted his seat.

The lieutenant's face was pale, he hasn't adjusted the assisted driving mode yet!The current main console is completely in Ming Huan's hands, and he has no authority at all!

Ming Huan quickly pulled the control lever: "Hey! Hey——"

"Pull it to the end, pull it to the end!" The lieutenant was startled, "This is purely manual control, first stabilize the balance pole!"

It looked pretty good just now, but why did you "fuck" it so wildly and rushed straight out of the landing platform!

Ming Huan's heart shrank, and he watched the spare fighter plane plummeting straight down, using both hands and feet, but he didn't know what was going on, maybe because he was falling continuously, his mentality was a little "chaotic", worse than in the junior commander exam. nervous.

His face also turned pale.

The remote control lever was extremely useless, and the fighter plane went up and down suddenly, which scared the lieutenant enough.

its not right.

The fighter planes for junior commander exams are much more difficult than this kind of spare teaching fighter planes. Many of them are ancient fighter planes from thousands of years ago, sophisticated and complicated. How could Ming Huan pass the junior commander exams, but now he even has an ordinary spare teaching fighter plane? All staggered under control.

After the fighter plane flipped up and down a few times, Ming Huan himself almost vomited.

Suddenly, a traction rope hooked the tail of the fighter, and the "control" console urgently intervened to order, and the voice was terribly cold: "Turn off the engine slowly, go back first."

The fighter plane above the head was dragged to the training base with people and planes, flickering.

When Ming Huan came out, Yu Hanzhou had just gotten off the fighter plane, and the wind blew his hair a little messy on his forehead, and his face was ugly: "Why don't you turn on the tutoring driving mode."

This sentence is asking the lieutenant.

But his eyes were on Ming Huan.

Ming Huan has a bad temper and somewhat perverse personality.

Although in the growing period, for some reason, it seems sometimes timid and coquettish.But he's a surly guy at heart.

Many ignorant little alphas have this problem——

arrogant.

"You think you are very powerful." Yu Hanzhou strode forward, "You don't need guidance and teaching at all?"

"Passed the junior commander exam. Being surrounded by several omegas and praising him, it's just so ignorant." Yu Hanzhou pushed Ming Huan, who had just got off his legs and was still a little weak, into the cockpit again. Turn off all the assisted driving functions, with a click, the seat is adjusted, Ming Huan is stuck on the seat, his hand is pulled by Yu Hanzhou, and he presses the start button, "Press it down."

After several ups and downs just now, Ming Huan's fighter plane flipped over, and he panicked a little scared.

Subconsciously want to withdraw his hand.

The hand clasped around his wrist didn't let him flinch.

"open."

Yu Hanzhou remained expressionless, "I see what you are capable of."

The coercion that belongs to the sss-level evil dragon alone has a certain degree of deterrent effect on undifferentiated young dragons like him.

The hairs on Ming Huan's back exploded.

The last few days.

Yu Hanzhou had a very good temper towards him. For the strict and indifferent admiral, this kind of attitude was almost to the point of doting—buying ice cream and red wine at the same time.Accompanying him to the test flight, sending him to the hospital, guarding him to apply the isolation agent, and constantly stuffing him with food.

He fell asleep and was carried all the way here today. He was also not vigilant at all, and he never woke up once on the way.

Ming Huan almost forgot about this relaxing atmosphere.

This federal general is also a super powerful white-feathered dragon.

When he was a cub, he still knew that he should always admit his life, but recently he seemed to be more and more relaxed.

It was as if he had really become his blood-related relatives.

But Yu Hanzhou, in fact, is a person who is not related to him at all.

"It was just an accident..."

"open."

The admiral's voice was cold.

It's okay, just turn it on.

Ming Huan took a deep breath, and pressed the button on his hand very firmly.

Yu Hanzhou glanced at the data on the console, and reached out to adjust all the automatic controls to the most original settings.

Fuck, all, all manual.

Make a horn.

Even the air pressure and temperature in the cabin, the subtle changes in the gravitational resistance during rotation, as well as the voyage distance and the interface switching of the instrument table have to be adjusted manually.

Nima, this is too much!

Ming Huan turned his head, just about to stare at him fiercely, but the slightly raised jawline of the person beside him seemed to be more intimidating, he only caught sight of it out of the corner of his eye, and silently looked away again.

Well, it's fierce.

Has Yu Hanzhou always been this fierce?

Why didn't I feel like this before.A little grievance welled up in Ming Huan's heart.

Forget it, all manual is all manual.

Ming Huan pulled the joystick forward, and the spare fighter plane accelerated from slow to fast, and soon soared into the sky again.

Thinking about it carefully, he has learned how to pilot an aircraft so many times, this seems to be the first time Yu Hanzhou sat next to him.

This time the fighter plane was much more stable than last time.

Although it was all manual, because Ming Huan was extra cautious, he didn't dare to loosen a string in his mind. All the keys were remembered correctly, and the angle of the lever, internal temperature and pressure, and the data of gravity resistance were all quickly adjusted to the appropriate level. , and at the same time open the positioning navigation, and start to quickly and manually adjust the navigation track.

The thin white palms are like jade carvings.

Quickly press on the console.

"wrong."

Before the admiral could finish speaking, the fuselage shook slightly and began to tilt to the left.

Now Ming Huan really panicked.

What's going on, isn't this just the simplest teaching backup fighter?

This time, the nostrils were sweating a little.

The horns on the forehead couldn't hold back, and both of them popped out. .