Sky-cracking Rider

"Ugh! What made you enter the aircraft maintenance industry?"

Salman wanted to know the answer.

He guessed that it might be interest, or perhaps some connections with military contractors had conveniently brought him into it.

Chen Fei sighed and said, "I'm in debt and need to pay it off!"

He actually didn't want to, but the credit company said: no, you do!

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The other eleven students and two teachers collectively cast sympathetic glances, all hardworking folks.

Salman made a gesture for Chen Fei to sit down and then asked, "Alright! Chen Fei, what is your understanding of the 'Big Mouth Monster' and the MiG-28?"

Chen Fei honestly replied, "I can disassemble and assemble the 'Big Mouth Monster' without any difficulties. The MiG-28 requires some assistance and I still need time to get more acquainted with it."

As for the Gyroplane, there's nothing worth mentioning. It has no technical content and even kits for it are sold online.

Just follow the instruction manual to assemble it successfully. The only trouble is the flight route approval, but there are many places that don't care about routes; you can fly freely at altitudes below 500 meters, especially in privately owned lands where you manage by yourself.

"Not bad, not bad, it seems you do have some basic knowledge, not totally ignorant, but you are somewhat specialized."

Salman had figured out that this young man had been exposed to these two types of aircraft from the beginning; no wonder he was clueless about other aircraft. Discover exclusive content at empire

He wondered what the military contractor was thinking. Without a complete base of knowledge, the career path would be limited. Once the A-39B 'Big Mouth Monster' and MiG-28 are phased out, even if the technology is skilled, it will inevitably be eliminated, completely losing employability.

The two black teachers immediately had a plan. Private training has one advantage: it can customize courses to fill in where there's a lack. The two teachers for twelve students was just manageable.

The downside wasn't absent; it would cost more!

After all, teachers need to eat as well!

Manager Hanna had spent a lot of money to send this Rookie here, precisely seeing this benefit.

In the eyes of capitalists, getting one person to do the work of two, without conflicting work times, and not having to pay the wages of two people, what a cost-effectiveness, huh?

Regardless of which military contractor's boss, they would probably wish all pilots could fix their own aircraft, self-repair for self-use, concerning life and property, how could they not be proactive? It saves a lot of hassle!

But in the eyes of Hanna Gagar, this Rookie seemed to be able to go further. Metal Ability Users have a much higher survival rate in combat than others, even among other psychic power users.

Pilot qualifications are measured in flying hours; if engaged in combat, survival time is even calculated by the minute.

If lacking the talent for flying, one might be eliminated before even gripping the control stick.

100 hours is a Rookie.

300 hours is a Beginner.

800 hours makes a qualified Pilot.

So what about 3000 hours? One can even squeeze into the elite pilots.

If one accumulates 10,000 hours, even if not an ACE, one is almost better than an ACE; even facing a Sky Knight, one might manage a few maneuvers?

So as long as one can survive, bronze can transform into a king.

The two teachers looked pleased, but the students were all amazed.

Damn, being able to disassemble and assemble the 'Big Mouth Monster' by oneself, and even though not fully managing the MiG-28, compared to those still in training, he was fantastic.

Apart from Chen Fei, those eleven students probably couldn't dismantle any combat aircraft on their own, let alone reassemble one. The difficulty was clearly beyond the standard.

But at Aircrew Base 911, the mechanical team really didn't care about these formalities. Black cat or white cat, if it catches mice, it's a good cat; being able to fix an aircraft was all that mattered.

Therefore, Chen Fei, an undergraduate in economics, managed to get hands-on out of necessity, having strong learning and practical abilities; Chief Mechanic Xiao was naturally very satisfied, whether officially trained or not, having certificates or not, it didn't matter.

Lucky for Chen Fei, he possessed the mysteriously acquired 'Dog System,' which gave him complete knowledge of any machinery and parts he had absorbed, as if his brain contained a to-scale fighter jet, from the nose to the tail, from the outer skin to the engine core, his familiarity with the 'Big Mouth Monster' Turboprop Aircraft was nearly on par with the chief designer of this combat aircraft, and thus, his skillful disassembly and assembly was just an incidental bonus, not even listed in "My Skills."

With Chen Fei's unique situation as a precedent, Salman and Elisa were reminded and comprehensively assessed; these twelve students were the worst batch they had ever led.

The one with the best foundation was Randy, that hustling black kid, whose family had aircraft repairing experience, permeated from childhood.

He studied this field in vocational school, while others were either self-taught like Chen Fei, only partially learned, half-baked, or nearly nonexistent practical ability, theory talkers with endless sets of concepts, one after another, still not as good as Chen Fei, the off-model Sacrificial Handyman.

The students' levels varied, but it didn't pose a problem for the two teachers.

Add money, all add money, identifying gaps and filling them, as long as the money is right, whether theory or practice, it can all be made up to standard. Eagle-Nest Private Airport's training classes were always well-funded, absolutely getting what you pay for.

In light of money, even if one is a poor student, the attitudes of the teachers would be exceedingly good, no disdain shown.

Here, the teacher is the service provider, and the student is God.

After three days of theory classes, Chen Fei had finally made up some deficiencies, figured out some basic knowledge of aircraft and technical details unknown to laypeople, and copied down hundreds of pages of terminology explanations on his tablet; at least the next time he heard them, he wouldn't be completely confused.

The mechanic specialty focuses on practical operations, limited to three days of theory classes; if not learned, Teacher Elisa would even prescribe specific reading lists for students to self-study after class.

"You could have one-on-one tutoring, but it would cost extra."

Chen Fei felt he could manage self-study on his own, just downloading e-books on his tablet according to the reading list.

It must be said, the two teachers had a wealth of experience; each student's reading list was individually tailored and different. If you studied seriously, you'd find that these books precisely filled in your theoretical gaps.

On the fourth day of classes, the two teachers took the twelve students to the combat aircraft exhibition hall at the Eagle Nest private airport.

This place was not just a private airport and an aviation training school, but also a private museum.

The combat aircraft in the exhibition hall were almost all genuine, ranging from biplanes to monoplanes, from turboprop aircraft to jets, and there was even a scale model of a Crystal Jet.

After all, National Treasure Artifacts aren't just something anyone could own—ordinary people had a slim chance of obtaining them.

While listening to the teachers carefully explain each combat aircraft, Chen Fei saw a figure who was wiping down a twin-engine jet fighter.

He took the initiative to greet him.

"Old David, good morning."

"Ah! It's Chen Fei! Good morning!"

The old man turned around upon hearing the voice, nodding with a smile.

"Good morning, Mr. Sid!"

The husband and wife teachers, Salman and Elisa, also simultaneously greeted the old man with respect.

The old man seemed quite respected here.

Teacher Salman introduced to the students, "Ladies and gentlemen, this is Mr. David Sid, the owner of this private airport. The land to the west of the airport, including the mountains and lakes, all belongs to Mr. Sid."

"David Sid, the legendary 'Eagle King.' OMG!!! This is the Eagle Nest, so it's true, the closest to a Sky Cavalry Special Class Pilot!"

Randy, the black kid, stared round-eyed and screamed out loud in shock.

"'Eagle King' David Sid, oh my god, it's him! An old geezer, how can that be?"

"Don't use 'old geezer,' show some respect. He could take you down eight times over without breaking a sweat."

"The brightest star of the American Federation, my goodness, we're so honored!"

...

The students all wore incredulous expressions.

"Uh... what's the 'Eagle King' about?"

Chen Fei was full of confusion and completely baffled. As a citizen of The First Sovereign, which owned the most Sky Knights and fully staffed Sky Cavalry orders, he truly didn't know.

Locally, he couldn't even keep track of all Sky Knights, let alone foreign ones.

All Chen Fei knew was that this old man, who excited all his classmates tremendously, made excellent steaks and was very generous.

Randy turned his head, noticing Chen Fei's calm reaction, and said discontentedly, "Hey, Chen Fei, what kind of look is that? Shouldn't you show some admiration? My gosh, I need to hurry and get an autograph, my idol indeed!"

"Er! Old David's steaks are really good!"

What else could Chen Fei say? He was also helpless!

Randy, glaring with his big eyes, furiously said, "Damn it! Steaks? What's that got to do with anything? Kid, I want to duel you, just wait!"

As if his idol had been insulted, an insult to a fan is unforgivable.

"Heh!"

Chen Fei just smiled lightly.

A duel? Afraid I don't pound you into the ground!

System: Ding! "Skill Shop" upgraded, refreshes selectable skills every 24 hours.

System: Ding! Sacrifice an F-22 "Raptor" jet fighter within 24 hours to earn 1000 energy points! ※ Note: If not completed, die!!!

Damn it! The dog system's back from the dead!!!

And there's that death mission again, damn!!!

Glancing at the sign next to the combat aircraft that Old David was wiping, the text was clearly printed, surely it was an F-22 "Raptor"!

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