The principal's office of Aya Air Combat Academy.

Principal Fang Zhi was sitting at his desk, flipping through the electronic board and looking at Hua Zichuan's reception plan. In front of him, stood MiG, Hua Zichuan, and several important figures from the school.

"I've read your plan. It's very good. I'm very satisfied." Principal Fang Zhi slowly put down the electronic board in his hand and aimed his gaze at Hua Zichuan, with a hint of approval in his eyes.

, Hua Zichuan is the best candidate to succeed MiG.

Facing the principal's praise, Hua Zichuan did not show the slightest frivolity. He bent slightly and said warmly: "I am able to have such an excellent plan thanks to the advice of senior Miguel and the cultivation of the school. I just

He is just an executor, so this should be the collective result of the student union."

The principal nodded slightly, obviously very satisfied with Hua Zichuan's answer. He was humble, rigorous and talented. This was the common comment given by almost every teacher who had taught Hua Zichuan.

MiG on the side moved slightly when he heard Hua Zichuan's words. Regarding this plan, MiG did not give Hua Zichuan any help at all, but why did Hua Zichuan give himself such a credit?

What about your identity? Is it to please yourself? Or is there another purpose?

MiG secretly guessed that the relationship between MiG and Hua Zichuan in school was quite subtle. On the surface, the two were working partners and had a good relationship, but behind the scenes, Hua Zichuan gave MiG the impression that he was wearing a mask.

As a human being, what is underneath the mask? He doesn't know, so he subconsciously guards against Hua Zichuan.

"It has been less than half a month since the Bisman Air Combat Division came to the school. I hope that during this period everyone will make good preparations, especially safety issues, to avoid any mistakes." Fang Zhi said.

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The people below responded one after another.

"Principal." Hua Zichuan suddenly said again: "I want to take full responsibility for receiving the Bisman Air Combat Division. I hope the principal can give me such an opportunity. I promise to do this well."

Hearing this, the principal paused slightly. In his opinion, Hua Zichuan was responsible for the entire reception, so he was naturally the best candidate. However, this matter seemed to be a matter of the student union. In other words, this matter should be related to MiG.

The one who calls the shots.

Then the principal turned his attention to MiG: "Mig, what do you think of this matter?"

MiG thought for a moment. To be honest, he was not willing to hand over this matter to Hua Zichuan, because he always felt that Hua Zichuan had some intentions, but... MiG suddenly realized it. No wonder before

Hua Zichuan broke a piece of "big cake" to him, and it turned out that he wanted to seal his mouth.

At this point, MiG was basically convinced that Hua Zichuan had an agenda, otherwise he wouldn't have spent so much effort on it. But what exactly was this intention? Looking at Hua Zichuan again, his eyes were full of friendliness.

, but behind this friendliness, MiG saw something unknown.

"Since Junior Hua Zichuan has taken the initiative to take over such troublesome chores, then Junior Lao is the one to take care of." After Miguel finished speaking, he showed a slight smile and then folded his hands in front of his chest habitually.

Hua Zichuan naturally noticed Miguel's smile. It was a very confident smile. Could it be that Miguel had a back-up plan? He guessed in his heart, but on the surface, he still had a humble expression: "Senior, please rest assured.

I will definitely work hard and do my best.”

Yuan Ye didn't have much thought about the arrival of the Bisman Air Combat Division. In his opinion, such a small person seemed unable to reach such a high level.

Right now, what Yuan Ye wants to do is to continuously improve his own strength. This is the most practical thing.

At this moment, he was in his bedroom, keeping his body in an anti-arch shape, training the coordination of his waist. In front of him was an electronic board, which displayed mathematics for the first grade of junior high school.

This is a method that Yuan Ye came up with in order to improve learning efficiency. In this way, while training waist coordination, you can also learn theoretical knowledge, which can save a lot of time.

After maintaining this reverse arch for about twenty minutes, Yuan Ye began to feel soreness in his legs and signs of slight twitching in his waist muscles. This was a feeling caused by muscle fatigue.

According to the instructions for this action in Intermediate Military Gymnastics, if this happens, you should persist more, because in this state, the training effect is the best.

If it were normal, Yuan Ye could only persist for five minutes at most in this situation, but now that the effect of the nutrient solution was still there, his physical strength and energy were still in a relatively strong state, so this time he persisted for ten minutes.

Ten minutes later, Yuan Ye fell to the ground. He only felt that his legs were shaking and his waist was a little sore. However, he quickly got up from the ground and lay on the bed with the electronic board, recovering his strength.

At the same time, I am still learning.

Now Yuan Ye has memorized all the knowledge points that he needs to master in physics and mathematics in the first grade of junior high school. Now all he has to do is to integrate these knowledge points and figure out what he doesn't understand. He will mark it out and wait.

If you have the opportunity, ask others for advice.

Such busy training and studying lasted for five full days.

During these five days, Yuan Ye took two more bottles of nutrient solution in order to maintain sufficient physical fitness. Even so, he still practiced until he was sweating and exhausted every day. Sometimes, he could not even lift his arms.

Diligent efforts will naturally bring rich rewards. These days, his progress is also very obvious. He has been able to perform 41 basic movements smoothly. Of course, he also paid the price of two fighter planes for this.

One aircraft crashed directly into the rock wall because of insufficient movement, while the other aircraft crashed due to loss of control.

As for the physical aspect, because Yuan Ye practiced the ninth movement of intermediate military gymnastics day and night, the coordination of his waist has been sufficiently strengthened.

After walking out of the bathroom, getting dressed, Yuan Ye came to the hand training device again. This time his expression looked a little solemn. After five days of intensive training on the body, whether his hands can break through the fifteenth century will be seen soon.

Got it figured out.

Slowly putting on the sensor gloves, taking a few deep breaths of air, trying to adjust his condition to the best, Yuan Ye reached out and started the hand training device.

This was the twenty-third time Yuan Ye trained his hands in five days. The previous twenty-two times, he had a training attitude, so he did not try his best, and the hand value displayed on the instrument

It always hovers between 148o and 1495.

But this time, Yuan Ye was ready to try his best. He knew that the time had come to test his training results.

Seeing energy bodies of different shapes in front of him shooting at him, Yuan Ye's hands increased slowly and quickly, and his hand value also soared rapidly on the display screen of the hand training device.

Soon the number on the display reached 1495 and stopped. This was also the best result he could achieve now, and it still did not break through 15.

Looking at the energy bodies that were constantly shooting in front of him, Yuan Ye gritted his teeth, mobilized all the muscles and nerves in his body, and did everything possible to increase the speed of his hands.

Fourteen ninety-seven.

The numbers on the display suddenly jumped twice more.

This number made Yuan Ye's eyes light up, but he did not relax at all. His goal was to break through fifteen. At present, he was only close to this number and had not yet reached the final success.

Grit your teeth, persevere, adjust, and work hard!

Yuan Ye kept repeating this, frowning, and showing a posture of not giving up or breaking through.

Fourteen ninety-nine!

When this number appears on the display, the number starts to flash continuously, which reminds the trainees that they are only one step away from success.

"Faster, faster." Yuan Zhizhi repeated these words repeatedly. His hands were like sprinting for 100 meters, constantly adding force, but the numbers on the display screen in front of him did not change.

This makes Yuan Ye somewhat anxious, which is not surprising. After all, he is just an ordinary person. As long as he is an individual, his mentality will undergo some subtle changes when he is about to face success.

What exactly is the problem?

Yuan Ye's hands are still working desperately, and he is reflecting on this problem in his mind. For him, although there is only oo1 difference between 1499 and 15, the meanings they represent are worlds apart. Fifteen means that it is already.

It has the basic skills to perform E-level flying maneuvers, or it has reached the level of a second-level flight student. And 1499 is only a third-level pilot when it comes to breaking the sky.

Because his brain was thinking, Yuan Ye's arms entered a slightly relaxed state without realizing it. At this moment, he suddenly noticed that the number on the display screen in front of him suddenly jumped to fifteen, and then quickly

It is almost back to 1495.

Yuan Ye's expression moved at this discovery. Suddenly, he realized that he had overlooked a very important issue!

Tight but not stiff, loose but unremitting! Always keep your elbows bent and try not to straighten them.

These were Zhang Zinan's repeated instructions to him, so how could he have ignored them? Just now, he wanted to raise his hand, so he only knew how to apply more force, and his arm was naturally stiff.

"You're so stupid!" Yuan Ye, suddenly enlightened, scolded himself fiercely, and then began to correct the fatal mistakes he had made before without stopping.

After noticing Zhang Zinan's eight-character mantra, Yuan Ye began to consciously adjust himself and slowly increased his speed.

Fifteen o'clock!

When this number appeared on the display screen, Yuan Zhiyi felt a burst of ecstasy, but he didn't dare to be careless yet. He had to stabilize the number now.
Chapter completed!