Sky-cracking Rider

My name is Chen Xiaochui, one strike leaves a person half-dead, two strikes finishes them, I am adept at subduing people with strikes.

There's nothing in this world that cannot be explained; just end it with a strike.

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"During class, can you shut up about things not related to the lesson?"

Honestly, Chen Fei was really annoyed with this classroom chatterbox.

He never listened attentively during class, always provoking others non-stop, regardless of gender, spouting all kinds of cheeky remarks.

The training fee here was not low, if he didn't love to learn, he shouldn't disturb others.

Since this guy voluntarily offered himself up for a beating, Chen Fei certainly didn't hold back; helping others is a virtue after all.

"Yes, yes, I'll shut up, I'll shut up! Save me!"

The Black kid felt even dizzier now, he needed a doctor.

With a thud, everything went dark, and he fainted on the spot.

Chen Fei froze; this guy really couldn't take a beating, not even as good as Chen Family Gate's little brother Chen Shan!

(Who would have thought the Crown Prince of National Defense Star would be so tough from being beaten by his brother in the family, Little Shanzi: (╬′???).)

"Randy? Randy?"

"Quick, find a doctor!"

Classmates from the same aircraft maintenance class rushed over, lifted the Black Kid up, and carried him clumsily toward the airport medical room.

No one blamed Chen Fei anymore, even one or two stealthily gave him a thumbs-up.

It seemed Chen Fei wasn't the only one annoyed with this Black kid.

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A young couple walked intimately out of the cafeteria, spotting this scene from afar.

"Are they fighting? Such low-quality barbarians!"

Seeing the Black kid being carried away, and Chen Fei acting as if nothing happened, the young man gasped in shock, displaying a surprised and bewildered expression before quickly furrowing his brows.

What is this guy doing here?

The blond-haired, blue-eyed woman, curvaceous and voluptuous, leaned half her body on the man, her eyes sultry, speaking softly, "What are you looking at? My dear Steven, did you see someone familiar?"

She clearly noticed the fleeting expression on the man's face but cleverly did not probe directly, instead going for a roundabout approach.

"No, it's not that, my eyes must be playing tricks on me."

The young man shook his head, immediately regaining his composure, he tenderly lifted the woman's chin, saying deeply, "Instructor Annie, our class this afternoon is about to start, I can't wait."

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For instance, in this private airport, you can have customized one-on-one teaching; if you want a handsome teacher, you get a handsome teacher; if you want a beautiful teacher, you get a beautiful teacher; add money for extra service, nothing is a problem, professionalism guaranteed, no scams or decorative pieces.

"Alright!"

The young woman smiled softly.

The man, with his arm around her slender waist, walked off into the distance.

Pretending to be casual, he turned his head back and glanced at Chen Fei who was stepping into the cafeteria.

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The afternoon class was based on the A-39B "Big Mouth Monster" light turboprop attack aircraft, given its current high production volume and mature technology, making it very representative.

Salman and Elisa, the couple acting as instructors, one handled the dismantling, the other did the explaining, both coordinated perfectly, managing to also address the students' questions.

The teaching style of these two instructors, compared to the hands-on instruction by Chief Xiao Ming at Aircrew Base, was quite different.

The former was meticulous in their explanations, linking theory to practice, and then expanding to other models, teaching very systematically, thoroughly, and deeply, refreshing Chen Fei as if he was rediscovering the turboprop aircraft all over again.

The latter focused more on practical use, mainly troubleshooting common issues and basic maintenance, but lacked a bit in professionalism, requiring further efforts in spare time to advance skills, find the right direction for self-study, and fill any gaps.

Chen Fei indeed was the student most familiar with the "Big Mouth Monster" in his class, his ability to independently disassemble and assemble this turboprop aircraft was unquestionable; whenever he asked questions, he always managed to grasp the crucial points, benefiting his classmates greatly.

The black kid Randy, who was beaten up, became much more behaved in class, diligently taking notes and no longer daring to provoke other students.

Of course, after class, those who liked to frolic continued to do so.

After dinner, Chen Fei borrowed a basic toolkit from two teachers and went to the airport exhibition hall.

Using his "Metal Shaping" skill, Chen Fei's replicated F-22 "Raptor" jet fighter, was cordoned off from the original display, the area still littered with scattered parts.

The private airport security who set up the cordon must have been utterly frustrated, unable to guess what had happened to the retired fighter before viewing the surveillance footage, as it mysteriously appeared outside the exhibit, leaving behind a pile of impressively unknown parts.

The easiest part to reinstall was the cockpit canopy. Without any technical content necessary, it simply clicked into place on the corresponding section of the fuselage, and then using "Metal Shaping," the transparent metal canopy shrank and disappeared like melting ice, replaced by the original bulletproof glass canopy.

Then came the other glass and plastic components.

When it came to electrical parts, Chen Fei was somewhat hesitant, despite the F-22 "Raptor" being a decommissioned fighter, its airframe structure and avionics systems were still far more complex than the A-39B "Big Mouth Monster" he was most familiar with.

After a long time mulling over them, he managed to restore and reinstall nine parts, with a large pile still remaining on the ground, their function and use unknown, laid out corresponding to the contours of the fuselage, and even though he took photos, he still dared not move them recklessly.

Although the replicated F-22 "Raptor" could still start up reasonably well, and could perhaps fly if the engine was switched to all-electric and disregard for power consumption, it still fell short of the original.

Now that the fighter belonged to him, he definitely couldn't settle for mediocrity, especially since Chen Fei had agreed to Old David's condition, to perfectly and beautifully restore this old machine to the skies, resurrecting it fully on the spot.

"I have technical manuals and parts here which might be of some help to you."

Just as Chen Fei was worrying, Old David's voice carried over from a distance.

He pushed a cart filled with various parts; on the top layer, aside from his own cane, there was also a tablet.

Chen Fei turned around and, following the sound, asked, "Is it complete?"

Only with the most detailed and complete technical data would he be confident in perfectly restoring the F-22 "Raptor."

System: Ding! 100% restoration of F-22 "Raptor" jet fighter, gain Energy Points +500!

The points came really fast!

Chen Fei breathed a sigh of relief, glad it was no longer a life-threatening task.

The Dog System indeed knew that its "Absorption" function did not have a 100% sampling effect and was completely ineffective on components made of conductors, semiconductors, and insulators combined.

"I, like you, also want to repair this old buddy. Luckily, I had some connections back in the day and got hold of these. Rest assured, the technical data is the most comprehensive."

Old David patted the tablet on the top of the cart and continued, "You can only see it here, you cannot take it away."

After all, it once was a national weapon, and being able to view it on-site was already quite difficult.

At noon, when Old David saw the "Raptor" start up again, he was overjoyed and uncontrollably excited, but he eventually realized and guessed that Chen Fei's restoration of this F-22 "Raptor" jet fighter was not as perfect as it appeared on the surface.

In the evening, Chen Fei returned to the exhibition hall to continue tinkering with the fighter, confirming his guess.

In fact, Old David had once tried to do the same thing, securing complete technical data and some parts after much effort and favors, but having technical data was one thing, the production process and assembly techniques were another.

The F-22 "Raptor" itself was a massive and complex Sovereign Level systemic engineering project, with a multitude of supporting factories, machining equipment, engineers, and technical workers, and even today's top ten sovereigns wouldn't dare dream of it—this was not merely a matter of money.

Today, the "Raptor" production line had been sealed, with a proportional number of fighters and related parts kept in perfect sealed condition, and even the original technical workers and engineers had died, making it completely impossible to reopen just for a retired pilot, allowing this F-22 "Raptor" to return to the skies.

Faced with a young man who was capable of using Special Ability to replicate an F-22 "Raptor," and was also professional, Old David seized the opportunity and unhesitatingly brought out his most secret treasures.

"With this information and these samples, I am even more confident."

Understanding each other without words, Chen Fei nodded, thankful he wasn't starting from scratch, with knowledge of both turboprop and jet engines.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

The aircraft repair trainers had said that aside from the main engine, the core elements of an aircraft were largely the same.

The real determinants of performance were, first, the main engine's thrust, second, the aerodynamic shape, and third, the avionics system, each representing power, efficiency, and control—mastering these three aspects meant that any aircraft could be handled.

With detailed technical data and parts samples at hand, Chen Fei no longer rushed to tinker with the pieces lying around and the replicated F-22 "Raptor"; he first picked up the tablet Old David had brought and began studying it.

With plenty of time left in the training, Chen Fei quietly pondered over the "Raptor."

The instructors in the repair workshop had been a huge help, ready to answer any questions, providing detailed and accurate answers.

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