"By the way, why does this fighter 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 take-off and landing under the fuselage." Yuan Ye raised his own questions.

Seeing Yuan Ye's expression, Zhou Qian smiled proudly, people who know Zhou Qian well, if they see her expression at the moment, they will be shocked, you know, Zhou Qian usually laughs, but like today, from the heart, almost a little carried away with a smile, it is very rare.

Click.

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

"Isn't that a substitute for the landing gear?" Zhou Qian asked rhetorically, her eyes flashing with excitement.

"Deformed?" Yuan Ye raised his head and looked at Zhou Qian with some consternation.

"That's right." Seeing Yuan Ye's stunned gaze, Zhou Qian's interest became even stronger, and then she said: "This is the biggest highlight of my design of this fighter, the whole engine can move freely in a certain area like an eagle's claw, which can greatly mention the maneuverability of the fighter in the air, for example, fast climbing, many pilots want to climb quickly, they will first do a vertical maneuver, and then turn on the afterburner of the engine, so in my opinion, it is more or less troublesome, and for ' Sea Soul's can avoid such trouble sufficiently, as long as the engine is deformed to be 9o degrees perpendicular to the fuselage. ”

"That's not all." Zhou Qian continued: "If you want to let the nose rush up in the vertical climb, you can adjust the deformation system of the engine to B gear, so that the engine will remain relatively still, and the moving fuselage is the fuselage, as long as the engine is reset, the nose will naturally face upward, and if you encounter an enemy aircraft in front of you, you can also use this method to adjust the position of the nose and quickly hit the enemy aircraft." ”

"Awesome." 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 stronger, and then she said: "If you want to do a phantom maneuver, you only need to bend the engines of the fighter a few degrees forward under the premise of 9o degrees vertically, so that the fuselage and the engine form a reverse bow." ”

In this way, the more the two chatted, the more interested they became, at this moment the two of them found a common topic, that is, the love for fighters, and Zhou Qian's good impression of Yuan Ye has also increased a lot, in her opinion, Yuan Ye is a person who really appreciates her, this appreciation is not only her appearance, but more importantly, her talent.

And Yuan Ye also has a deeper understanding of Zhou Qian, and under the beautiful appearance, there are ordinary people's minds and rich imagination.

Around the "Sea Soul", the two chatted for two hours, and it was not until the end of the lunch break that the two had to stop chatting. Among them, Yuan Ye also has a deeper understanding of the fighter, which is also a big progress, and after Zhou Qian's edification, he also realized that some things that seem to be impossible to change can actually be used flexibly, and this kind of thinking seems to be also applicable to his own piloting of the fighter.

With such an understanding, I have to admit that Yuan Ye has improved a little, and this improvement is not at the technical level, but ideologically.

Walking out of Zhou Qian's dormitory, Zhou Qian was obviously still a little unsatisfied, but she had to go to class, and after saying goodbye to Yuan Ye, she quickened her pace and walked outside 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 was teaching now was basic, and he couldn't learn anything if he went, so it was better to concentrate on simplifying the remaining basic movements in the dormitory through the derivation of "Dimensional Driving Theory".

As Yuan Ye and Zhou Qian disappeared into the corridor one after another, at the corner of the corridor, Zhao Qiang's figure appeared, he had been waiting here for two hours, from Yuan Ye entering Zhou Qian's room just now, and then after coming out, he could see the intimacy between the two clearly.

A man and a beautiful woman stayed in the room for two hours, and what they did in it, without thinking about it, they could guess that the guy who was not good-looking could hook up with the last big girl and still be in the room...... Zhao Qiang's heart was full of 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 around the corner of the corridor, and he didn't know that Zhao Qiang had hated him to the core.

Yuan Ye, who returned to the dormitory, came to the bedroom non-stop, turned on the light-sensitive computer, and started his own simplification business.

With the experience of simplifying the first eleven basic movements, for the remaining thirty movements, Yuan Ye's deduction is simplified, and it is not as difficult as before, although there are still problems from time to time, but Yuan Ye can basically solve it by himself by pondering or checking information on the Internet.

Watching one formula after another simplifying actions form in his hands, Yuan Ye's expression also revealed a trace of excitement.

He knows very well that as long as he can complete all the forty-one simplified actions, then his air combat strength will definitely be upgraded to a higher level, and you must know that in air combat, the use of forty-one basic movements is the most.

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

Zhao Hong was sitting on the sand in the living room, talking endlessly about the liaison, his face was extremely embarrassed, and 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 between the eyebrows still exists, and she is Zhao Hong's wife, Zhao Qiang's mother, named Jiang Yi.

Interrupting the contact, Zhao Hong's face was still extremely embarrassed: "Zhao Qiang, this kid, is really getting more and more disagreeable, today is the day of the sophomore pilot assessment, but what about him?" At this critical time, no one can be found. ”

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

"I said, it's all this time, can you stop protecting Zhao Qiang's kid, Zhao Qiang has become like this, most of them are used to you." Zhao Hong looked at Jiang Yi and said stupidly.

"Hmph, look at what you said, that's my own son, who am I not used to him?" Jiang Yi said leisurely.

"Habit, habit, you know habit, you see, Zhao Qiang will be ruined in this word sooner or later." Zhao Qiang still had a pale face.

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

"Stop!" Seeing that Zhao Qiang was about to go to the bedroom, Zhao Hong suddenly called out to him.

"What for?" Zhao Qiang stopped, looked at his father with a frown, and asked impatiently.

"Tell me, what are you doing today?" Zhao Hong said in a fierce voice.

"I didn't do anything, I just walked around." Zhao Qiang replied casually.

"Do you know that today is the day of the sophomore pilot assessment, why didn't you go?" Zhao Hong pointed to his son's nose and said, his fingertips trembling slightly.

"Anyway, I can't pass the test, and it's useless to go, so it's better to ...... than this."

Syllable!

Before Zhao Qiang finished speaking, Zhao Hong's slap had already slapped Zhao Qiang's face: "You uncompetitive thing, I spent so much effort in vain to put you into Class A, and you are good, not only do you not want to forge ahead, but also become more idle, look at the clothes you are wearing, and this bells and whistles, this looks like a student, it is simply a street gangster!" ”

Zhao Qiang didn't say anything, but covered his face and looked at his father viciously.

Jiang Yi on the side saw her baby son being beaten, and her eyes showed distress, so she immediately stopped in front of Zhao Qiang and accused Zhao Hong: "The surname is Zhao, why do you beat our son at every turn, isn't he your own?" ”

And Zhao Hong turned around and said disappointedly: "I don't have such an uncompetitive son." ”

At this time, Zhao Hong's liaison suddenly rang again, and it was none other than Li Yun who asked to be contacted, and he also brought Zhao Hong bad news, Yuan Ye refused the invitation of a class.

Such news is undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire for Zhao Hong at this time, he knows very well that if Yuan Ye does not understand this matter, and Zhao Qiang does not pass the second-level flight cadet, Fang Zhi will definitely not let him go, after all, he is derelict in his work and uses his power for personal gain.

Listening to his father's contact, Yuan Ye on the left and Yuan Ye on the right, Zhao Qiang's hatred for Yuan Ye can be said to have risen to a new height. He gave his father a hard look, and then crashed into his bedroom.

Zhao Qiang, who entered the bedroom, fell on the bed, sulking alone, and the sound of his parents quarreling came from outside the door.

Hearing such a voice, Zhao Qiang's originally hideous face became even more hideous: "Noisy, noisy, noisy, I know noisy all day long!" Zhao Qiang said, grabbed the quilt casually, covered it on his face, and covered his ears with both hands.

After a while, the quarrel gradually subsided, Jiang Yi pushed open the door of Zhao Qiang's bedroom and slowly walked in. Seeing her son, the anger between Jiang Yi's eyebrows was immediately dispersed, and it was replaced by her mother's unique tenderness.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Jiang Yi gently stroked his son's forehead a few times, but Zhao Qiang, at this time, was angry, casually pulled his mother's hand away, and turned his body around.

Jiang Yi didn't pay too much attention to Zhao Qiang's move, and comforted his son with kind words: "Don't pay attention to your father's donkey, he is a mouse carrying a gun in the nest, and outside, he is nothing." ”

Zhao Qiang didn't say anything, his eyes were slightly closed, and his heavy breathing made his body fluctuate.

Seeing that his son was still angry, Jiang Yi didn't say anything, and casually took out two thick stacks of Xingyuan from his pocket and put them beside his son, then got up and left gently.

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

Crash.

The star yuan thrown into the air immediately dispersed, forming a rain of banknotes, fluttering and sprinkling, and Zhao Qiang just raised his head like that, watched quietly, his hands clenched into fists, and he had sworn in his heart that he would not be able to stand with Yuan Ye!