Chapter 51 Treat the rules as if they were nothing!

Style: Historical Author: Nakao 2Words: 2143Update Time: 24/01/12 03:26:32
"Chew this book first, and then read Professor John's Sixth Edition of Fundamentals of Aerodynamics." Zhou Hai thought for a while, silently flipping through the book, absorbing a series of relevant and valuable knowledge like a fluffy and dry sponge.

The flight was smooth and uneventful.

After about three hours of waiting, flight MU3578, belonging to China Southern Airlines, arrived over the capital and flew slowly to the Capital International Airport located northeast of the capital.

"Yan!" The sharp roar of the engine resounded through the sky and spread throughout the world.

The A330-300 medium- and long-range wide-body passenger aircraft, traveling at a speed of up to 700 kilometers per hour, passed through a shallow cloud layer, slowly slowed down and lowered its altitude.

After the Capital Airport tower gave instructions to approve the landing, the entire flight continued to lower its flight altitude. After reaching the landing altitude, the nose and belly doors opened, and three landing gears made of high-performance composite metal stretched out. .

"squeak!"

As the wear-resistant anti-skid tires of the landing gear came into contact with the main runway of the airport, bursts of green smoke containing a burnt smell were wiped out, the fuselage trembled slightly and successfully landed.

The two civil aviation pilots steadily controlled the flight and taxied into the scheduled parking space in accordance with the tower instructions.

After the entire plane came to a steady stop, the journey spanning 1,600 kilometers came to an end.

Safe and stable.

The captain and first officer stood in front of the economy class cabin, and together with the flight attendant and stewardess, smiled kindly at the passengers leaving the plane.

As for first class, there was not a single passenger.

"Thanks."

Zhou Hai thanked the two pilots who were in their forties, left the cabin, went down the boarding stairs, followed the passengers around him, and headed for the airport exit.

Today, the 26th, is two days away from the centralized selection, so it’s still early.

Zhou Hai first took a bus to leave the airport, then took the subway and went straight to the Air Force Recruitment Bureau in Dianhai District, inside the Fifth Ring Road, to get familiar with it.

Along the way, we kept changing cars. Zhou Hai, who had never been to the capital, would have almost lost his way if it weren't for the help of the map on his mobile phone.

After spending several hours riding a shared bicycle, Zhou Hai finally arrived in front of the Air Force Recruitment Bureau.

The entire Aircraft Recruitment Bureau is low and simple, not showing any elegance at all. The gate is equipped with a new electric door, there are two speed bumps on the ground in front, and a sentry with a steel gun stands in the pedestrian passage.

The sentry has a solemn face, dark complexion, and a dignified military posture. Next to it are red signs saying "The sentry is sacred and inviolable" and "Photography is strictly prohibited."

Zhou Hai took a look and observed, and the sentry standing in front of the pedestrian passage immediately cast his sharp, knife-like eyes over him.

Didn't stay too long to avoid trouble and came back in two days.

With his foot on the pedal, his right hand holding the car, and his left hand carrying the suitcase, Zhou Hai searched for the nearest hotel on the map and prepared to stay there for two days.

Finding a nearby ordinary hotel called Lianyi, Zhou Hai took out his ID card and paid to get a room.

After tidying up and washing up, getting rid of the tiredness and sweat from running around all afternoon, I lay in bed and read quietly.

In the evening, Zhou Hai found a hot pot buffet nearby that cost 120 per person. Taking advantage of the crowded cafeteria, he calmly ate and drank, then returned to the hotel room to rest.

Eating, reading and studying, life is monotonous and ordinary, every day. There is no trip to various parts of the capital to appreciate the elegance and charm of the ancient imperial capital.



Just two days passed.

In the early morning, the dazzling and gentle sunshine in the dawn dispels the chill of the night.

In the Lianyi Hotel, Zhou Hai, who was lying on the soft mattress, opened his eyes and sat up as his biological clock took effect on time.

Get up, wash up, and tidy up clothes.

Leave, check out, and go straight to the selection center.

At this time, the entrance to the Selection Center of the Capital Air Force Recruitment Bureau was already crowded with people and very lively.

Dozens of high school students and accompanying parents from all over the country, a serious-faced sentinel on guard, and relevant personnel affiliated with the selection center of the Aircraft Recruitment Bureau.

Students queued up quietly one by one, including men and women, about forty people, waiting for relevant staff at the selection center to verify their identity information and issue temporary student IDs.

Only with a temporary student ID can one pass through the gate and enter the solemn selection center.

The main purpose of the centralized selection stage is to conduct a comprehensive assessment of students, which lasts for about one week.

During this period, all candidates will have food and accommodation in the selection center and will need to undergo four stages: cultural test - physical re-examination - psychological test - political review. Only those who pass each stage can pass the centralized selection and become an official The Air Force pilot student received the "Admission Notice" issued by the Air Force Aviation University.

To summarize briefly, not only do you need to be thoroughly examined by your three generations and direct relatives, but you also need to use a series of medical equipment such as microscopes and color ultrasound to detect whether you have diseases in your buttocks and whether there are any hidden diseases in your whole body.

"Huh? It's her."

Zhou Hai took his suitcase and headed towards the gate of the selection center, preparing to line up. After observing with his eyes, he suddenly saw a familiar figure among the figures queuing up.

If Zhou Hai remembers correctly, this figure from behind is Han Ling, a girl who participated in the initial examination at the First People's Hospital of Central District of Chengdu.

"Jean, don't block the road, son, come here quickly."

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in front of Zhou Hai, standing behind a boy lining up in front. He looked at Zhou Hai's clothes with some disdain and shouted to the young boy who was hurriedly coming not far away.

Looking at the parent of the candidate who seemed to be elated, Zhou Hai had no expression on his face and said nothing. He just looked at the officer walking towards him quietly.

Some people always regard rules as if they are nothing.

"When participating in the selection, it is strictly forbidden to jump in line. Parents are not allowed to interfere. Go to the back immediately."

An officer with the rank of captain on his shoulders walked quickly, with a solemn face, looking at the parents of the candidates who jumped in line, and shouted loudly.

The sound surged around like a wave, and the candidates who were queuing up suddenly looked sideways and cast their gazes.

Hearing the officer's scolding, the face of the candidate's parent, who was in his forties, turned red with a hint of embarrassment. He gritted his teeth and was a little unconvinced: "Isn't it just to join the queue? This child from the mountains has no Say something."

The young boy who hurried over next to him was stunned in embarrassment, not knowing what to do.

"I'm sorry, sir. First of all, I don't agree with you jumping in line. Secondly, I think your personal qualities and social etiquette are relatively poor. A successful person with culture and knowledge will not criticize or insult others at will."

Zhou Hai's face was calm, he stood on the spot, his back straight, his words were soft but powerful, his eyes were calm, and he looked at the parents of the students in front of him: "I wonder if you have heard of the proverb: if the upper beam is not straight, the lower beam is crooked?"

sharp knife!

These words were just right and the timing was right. They were like the sharpest knife piercing the heart and splattering warm blood.