split sky ride

Chapter 34 - Can Fly

"I, I... I'm coming!"

With a mournful face, Chen Fei had no choice but to bite the bullet and agree.

The word no dared to pop out between the teeth, and I was afraid that I would have to lie here tonight.

In the end, he still couldn't escape the fate of repaying the debt with his own body.

"Hahahahaha, it's okay, good brother, I, Chekhov, will cover you from now on."

The ferocious expression that was about to eat people suddenly changed. Chekov laughed loudly and patted Chen Fei on the shoulder boldly, as if he hadn't planned to pursue it from the beginning.

Everyone who had lifted their hearts together breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, and the atmosphere at the scene returned to a relaxed and cheerful atmosphere.

"Chekov, if, if it's okay, I'll go first."

Chen Fei wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, and was about to leave.

"Don't you want a drink? Come, come, come, Wu Song passes Jingyanggang, don't even think about leaving with three bowls!"

The big bear pressed Chen Fei on the seat with one hand, and called the bartender to order a dozen freshly tuned "Nuclear Setting Sun".

With a glass of wine, the putter will fly, after two or two meals, the barrel will roll 720 degrees, what kind of aviation person can't drink, if the Air Force needs your drinking capacity, what the hell will you lie down with half a glass of beer? !
Think about how the "air scalpel" came about back then. This is a tradition, and there is nothing wrong with it!
The meeting wine is over, the registration wine is over, the registration wine is over, the preview wine is over, the preview wine is over, the review wine is over, the review wine is over, the interview wine... tons, tons, tons.

These alcoholics can always come up with ingenious reasons for drinking, one, two, three, four, and do it again.

Wu Song was afraid that he was forced to sell alcohol by the waiter at the foot of the Jingyanggang mountain, and he would pay for his life if he killed someone. The unlucky tiger became a punching bag. He was a good fisherman and law enforcement, and he was directly hammered to death by Wu Dutou, head of the county security team , In exchange for fame and fortune, IQ and EQ are both high.

Chen Fei didn't know how he left the "Medusa's Color Contact" bar. When he fully regained consciousness and opened his eyes, he found himself lying on the bed in the dormitory, with the alarm clock ringing endlessly by his ears. beep.

The cocktail "Nuclear Setting Sun" has a strong aftertaste. After waking up, it makes people have a splitting headache, and the memories of last night begin to return like a tide.

The AK-47 automatic rifle that Chekov, the squadron leader of the "True Fragrance" combat flight squadron, lent to him for self-defense became inexplicably dilapidated. For a millionaire like Chen Fei, such an antique worth millions of stars Naturally, famous guns cannot be compensated. If you want money, you will die.

After that, it seemed that he was not hammered. The two sides talked about it. Uh, in the end, he was tricked by that big bear. He was a ghost pilot. Is it true that the extremely ferocious Slaughter Dragon is a kitten or a puppy?
Nima!

Forced to drink a few glasses of cocktails, I was so confused that I couldn't help but danced with the group of demons. Then I carried a broken AK gun, stumbled all the way to the canteen next door, and didn't know what to do with Chef Abel. What did he say, the other party seemed to be in tears, looking reluctant to let go... Hiss! ~~, I'll go, I'm straight, not crooked, and I definitely won't mess with Abel.

Um!It's for the birds, my own birds, bah, this bird has grown hairs, bah bah bah, as long as it's a bird, can it not grow hairs?

I can fly, yes, I can fly!
But where did it go?
When the memory came back here, Chen Fei's brain fell into a blank, and it was still broken after all.

"Chirp!~"

The crisp and tender birdsong rang in my ears.

There seemed to be something moving on the top of the head, and he looked up and saw a small sharp beak.

"A:>\cls"

This time I finally saw clearly that my bird was still there.

Chen Fei heaved a long sigh of relief, and retrieved some memories.

It's only been a day since he entrusted the baby bird to Chef Abel, and the Gallic old man actually developed feelings. When he brought back the baby bird, he actually showed a sad expression of parting from life and death.

whispering sound!The tears of a Gallic boy are worthless.

"It can fly, it should be named!"

Chen Fei stretched out his hand to catch the baby bird that had occupied part of the pillow above his head at some point.

"Chirp! Chirp!"

The baby bird chirped a few more times, and let him hold it in the palm of his hand undefended, looking up, down, left, and right.

It's only been a day since I saw it, and the flying feathers on the wings have become tougher, but I still don't know what species it is.

Since the frequent exchanges between the Sky Realm and the Blue Star Realm, it is inevitable that there will be many hybrid species of various creatures in the two worlds. The large-scale reproductive isolation that biologists expected has not occurred, but the biological diversity of the two worlds Sex has become more complex, and new species are appearing frequently, and it's hard to say whether this is a good thing or a bad thing.

Even if there is no reproductive isolation between the races of the two worlds, there is also a certain homologous connection in the DNA sequence, which provides a strong basis for the more advanced research "Great World Tree Conjecture" of the "Dimensional Membrane Theory".

"How about you call it Xiaoji in the future? Xiaojiji?"

Chen Fei laughed badly, but finally shook his head and gave up on this wicked name.

In case you need to find it, you will ask when you meet someone, have you seen my little dick?

Such shameful words, I'm afraid they are not meant to be regarded as perverts.

"Chirp!"

The baby bird was still screaming stupidly, unaware that it was almost given the same name as the Tyrannosaurus rex's little cousin.

"You love tweeting so much, so let's call it Xiaojiu! You shouldn't object, right? Xiaojiu!?"

Chen Fei asked the baby bird in his hand very seriously.

Sure enough, it didn't say no.

Then happy decision, Xiaojiu!
"Chirp!"

After hastily washing up, he fed Xiaojiu a few mealworms. Chen Fei took two pieces of bread from his backpack, put the little birds on his shoulders, and went to the hangar to work.

Now it has been able to fly twice in the dormitory, and there is no need to carry it in the bird's nest.

Shen Fei sent a bag full of bread, enough to save him several days of food expenses.

At today's juncture, no matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat, and if it gathers to form a tower, what can be saved is a little.

Just entering Hangar No. 1, seeing Xiao Ji's tall and slender back from afar, Chen Fei shrunk his neck and involuntarily slowed down his pace.

I was captured by Chekhov, I don't know if it is a betrayal of the mechanic team.

Thinking of Ji Slender's fist that was not inferior to the big bear, he couldn't help feeling guilty and panicked.

The young bird standing on the shoulder chirped a few times.

Hearing the crisp birdsong, Xiao Ming turned his head and saw Chen Fei.

"Xiao Chen, come here."

"Oh, I'll be right there!"

Chen Fei glanced angrily at Yiren's baby bird squatting on his shoulder.

"Chirp!"

Xiao Jiu was full of innocence.

"You're going to Chekhov's pilot interview tonight? Any sugar?"

Xiao Ming poured Chen Fei a cup of steaming coffee in the container office of the machine repair team, and then pressed the coffee machine again, and the machine creaked and started to run.

I was drunk last night, and it is very necessary to have a cup of coffee in the morning to wake up.

"No sugar, thanks, uh, tonight... indeed."

Chen Fei didn't know where to start. He really didn't know the interview time for the pilots of the "True Fragrance" combat flight squadron. Instead, he got a hint from the captain of the mechanic repair team.

Xiao Jiu, who was standing on his shoulder, jumped up and down, followed his arm to his hand, and poked his head into the coffee in the paper cup curiously.

Although it has been able to spread its wings and fly, it still likes to jump around. Although its wings are abundant, its physical strength is still not enough to maintain long-term flight.

"I mean, if you don't want to, I'll tell that guy Chekhov for you."

The coffee machine was finally ready to charge, Xiao Ming also poured himself a cup of coffee, threw a cube of sugar into it, and stirred it slowly with a small spoon.

"I...I want to!"

Chen Fei originally wanted to say that he didn't want to, but when he was about to say it, he changed his mind temporarily.

The Seven Deadly Sins of Life, Poverty!poverty!poverty!poverty!poverty!poverty!poverty!
Not having money is the original sin, and being in debt is even more heinous.

Anyway, being a pilot is also a high-paying job, so he had to bow to reality.

Emmmm...it smells so good!
"Is it because of debt?"

Even though Xiao Ji was tall and slender, with a hulking back and a hulking waist, his mind was very delicate, and he grasped the key points accurately.

Chen Fei said honestly: "Yes!"

He doesn't like to consume ahead of time, he doesn't like to be in debt, he likes to hoard, hide and save, which is inherited from his ancestors and is still engraved in his genes.
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