"Ten years old. Twenty Torres whispered. He knew very well what it meant for a nineteen-year-old boy to reach more than twenty years old. This means that he still has eleven years of rapid growth, and how much he can improve a person in these eleven years is immeasurable.

A person with a very promising future in air combat.

This is Torres' evaluation of Yuan Ye, and then he started to play Yuan Ye's basic information, which includes Yuan Ye's identity card number, of course, it is the poor people's identity card, and there is no useful information in it. Then there is the photo of Yuan Ye, this photo is when Yuan Ye first came to the Plano Free Army. was photographed by Qi Wu, a bland face. I don't see anything special.

"Huh?" Torres's brow suddenly curled, and there was an obvious strangeness in his expression, with surprise and a hint of surprise in it.

No, Torres was right on the news. made a reply: "Be sure to keep this person, and don't track his identity too much." ”

Spo was not too surprised by Torres's approval, and in his opinion, Torres's approval was completely unexpected. Now all he had to think about was how to keep that guy, to find one that would keep him. It wouldn't make him feel too angry, otherwise even if he kept that guy, that guy wouldn't be willing to do things for the Free Plano Army.

At the same time, Yuan Ye was doing junior and intermediate military gymnastics in front of the five-story building where he was "imprisoned". It was a small open space. Yuan Ye saw that the door was not locked just now, so he walked out tentatively. To his surprise, the janitor. turned a blind eye to him and looked at him a few times. He began to smoke his cigar to himself.

In fact, Yuan Ye guessed correctly, this is the place where the official pilot has been thinking behind closed doors. Compared to other places, the management here is unusually lax, the so-called detention room. It's all just a decoration.

As for the official pilots who were ordered to think behind closed doors, it was actually about the same as a holiday.

Just when Yuan Ye was doing military gymnastics on his own, in the five-story building, two twenty-four or five-year-old pilots walked out, and it could be seen from their clothing that they were official pilots, with the rank of captain, according to Narin, a captain should be the standard for a Class C pilot.

"Yo, this little guy is not bad, he can even do intermediate-level military gymnastics." One of the pilots glanced at Yuan Ye and said, there was no mockery and disdain in his eyes, but there was some condescending senior tone in his tone.

"Hey, little one, how did you get here?" Another full-fledged pilot asked.

Yuan Ye turned his head and looked at the two of them. One tall and one short, the contrast is great, Yuan Ye did not shy away from the question of the two, and replied simply: "Fight." Then he started to do intermediate military gymnastics on his own.

When the two pilots, one tall and one short, saw Yuan Ye's appearance, they didn't pay much attention to it, but leaned against a metal wall not far away.

The tall pilot rummaged around for a while. Then he took out a box of cigarettes and opened it. But now there was only one left.

"Go, buy a box of cigarettes." The tall pilot said to his companion.

The short pilot spread his hands and said with a sad face: "When you were ordered to think about it behind closed doors, you didn't know that our gold savings cards were together with Xingyuan." They were all taken away by Boss Toma, saying that they were kept for us. ”

"What then?" The tall pilot fiddled with the cigarette case, and there was only one cigarette left, how could the two of them divide it.

"Hey." The short pilot touched his partner beside him, pointed at Yuan Ye, and winked. The tall pilot naturally understood the meaning of this look, and was a little embarrassed: "It's not good to take advantage of the juniors." ”

"What's this, it's a big deal to return the money to him after we lift the ban." Said the short pilot.

Yuan Ye didn't know that he was being targeted by two ill-intentioned guys when he was breathing outside.

After a while, Yuan Ye, who was concentrating on practice, saw that the two pilots had come to his side and were looking at him with a smile.

"What's the matter?" Yuan Ye asked, although his eyes were as usual, he was already vigilant in his heart, during the period of wandering, he had seen too many such faces.

"Hey, brother, being idle is idle. How about betting on two? The short pilot said with a bored look.

"How to bet? What to bet on? Yuan Ye stopped what he was doing, turned around and asked.

"Just bet on catching stones, and whoever catches the most will be the winner. The gambling money is cigarettes, and the last place gives the top two people a box each. The short man said.

Yuan Ye glanced at the epaulettes on the shoulders of the two. Captain, Class C pilot, but they don't have any rights behind closed doors.

And Yuan Ye also knew in his heart that these two people were probably crazy by the smoke, and they wanted to take advantage of themselves, so they couldn't help but slightly curve the corners of their mouths into an imperceptible arc.

"It's okay to gamble, but the rules are not good, so I want to see it. There should be only one winner, that is, the last two buy cigarettes for the first place.

The tall man and the short man glanced at each other, obviously these two were C-class pilots, and their minds seemed to be a little simple, and they looked like little gentlemen who had not experienced the ups and downs of life.

And these two didn't know that Yuan Ye had already seen them through and exchanged glances with each other. Then he nodded: "Okay." ”

The short man picked up small stones all over the ground on the surface of the exposed soil, and after a while, about thirty stones the size of a fingernail were picked up by the short man.

The way of gambling is very simple, and it is very similar to the "throwing method" used by Yuan Ye, which is to throw a large handful of stones into the air, and the person who catches the most is the winner.

The first to try it was the short one, and each person had three chances, with the most being chosen.

Thrown three times in a row, the short man grabbed the number of stones three times, and the force was "mouth", apparently the short man's hand was not slow, at least in the public area.

Seeing such a result, the short man showed a slight smug smile, in his opinion, the people in the public area were very sad for such a result. And looking at Yuan Ye's current appearance, he is definitely not over twenty years old, such an age. To be able to reach seventeen is already very remarkable

Finish. It's just a way to take advantage of the little ones. It's really not glamorous.

Next, it was the turn of the tall man, whose hands were faster than those of the shorter one, and the three times were force. Blade, lead.

Apparently the tall man's hand has reached the level of almost twenty-one, if practiced diligently. It won't be long before he becomes a Class B pilot.

"It's up to you." The tall man handed the stone of the handkerchief to Xino, in fact, it was the first time he had done anything to bully a child, but there was no way, the addiction to smoking came up, and he was uncomfortable, and they were again, it was precisely because of smoking in the cockpit of the fighter plane. He was ordered to think about it behind closed doors for three days.

"Three chances, as long as you can grab twenty-two once, you win." The short man added, as if he was cheering Yuan Ye on, but in fact, he didn't expect Yuan Ye to be over twenty at all.

I can't tell if there are smug smiles on the faces of these two people.

The stone in his hand was cushioned, and it was a real "throwing method." For Yuan Ye, it should be regarded as enlightenment training, and it is precisely because of this "throwing method" that he gradually embarked on the road of air combat. Therefore, Yuan Ye is interested in the "throwing method." Not only can the familiar be no longer familiar, but also more or less have some feelings.

At this moment, Yuan Ye suddenly saw that Qi Wu followed behind a middle-aged man with a goatee and appeared in his field of vision, and that middle-aged man was Si Bo.

Seeing Qi Wu, Yuan Ye knew that his punishment decision on the eighth layer had come out, nodded slightly, motioned for them to wait a while, and then casually threw the stone into the sky, and the stone quickly scattered

The next moment, I saw Yuan Ye's hands quickly activate, and under the bright sunshine, they instantly transformed into several afterimages, rapidly changing their trajectories. And in the air, one by one, the stones were also caught by Yuan Ye.

"This" The smiles on the faces of the two pilots standing beside Yuan Ye instantly froze. And his mouth slowly opened, revealing a surprised expression, and his eyes stared straight at Yuan Ye.

Faintly, they had a hunch that the two of them seemed to be stealing chickens and rice, and they originally thought that Yuan Ye was a ball of cotton, but they didn't expect that they were actually a hard wall.

Even Si Bo, who was standing not far away, was slightly surprised when he saw Yuan Ye's actions, his hand was one thing, and the other was Yuan Ye's action of throwing stones, and his strength was exactly the same, and the position of the stones was just right for grasping.

Obviously, Qiwu is not lying, that guy is definitely not ordinary, Spo thought to himself.

After about a second, Yuan Ye's hands were already full of stones, and then he piled them into the hands of the tall man.

"Two boxes of cigarettes, send them to me when you turn around, I still have something to do, Yuan Ye said, patted the dust on his hands, and followed Si Bo and Qi Wu into the five-story building.

That guy, so sure he's going to win?

Looking at the stone in his hand, the two pilots in surprise asked such a question.

After coming back to their senses slightly, the two began to count carefully, more than 20 stones, and the two of them counted the number for two minutes, and they could count the number. But they all froze in place, exactly twenty-two, no more, no less.

And this fully shows that Yuan Ye's hand is around twenty-two. A nineteen-year-old guy. It has the hands of almost Class B pilots. What is this concept?

They are pilots. The opponent naturally knows a lot, and they know very well that if Yuan Ye is now in the same way, he is less than twenty-five years old. There is hope for the success of the pilot.

Becoming a pilot at the age of twenty-five, there don't seem to be three people in the Federation so far.

Couldn't help but look at the direction where Yuan Ye disappeared again, their expressions full of surprise.