The mathematics test questions are simple and general, focusing mainly on the candidates' logic and thinking, as well as their geometric spatial thinking ability.
As for the English test paper, it is a normal high school level, there is no troublesome reading comprehension, only composition questions.
Pick up your pen and answer the questions.
His face is calm and his posture is upright.
The writing is thoughtful and the handwriting is neat and beautiful.
Ten minutes later, Zhou Hai, who had finished answering the two test papers eloquently, gently put down his black pen and raised his right hand to Zhang Zheng, who was standing on the podium:
"Report, hand in papers."
The words are calm and powerful.
"What the hell?"
Hearing Zhou Hai's voice, Zhang Zhe, who was only a table away, was confused. He looked at Zhou Hai with incredible eyes and opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.
carry out an assignment?
Is this the handover? !
"Okay, go to the side and take the psychological test." Seeing that Zhou Hai completed and handed in the paper in ten minutes, Zhang Zheng, who had known him for a long time, had no fluctuation in his heart and nodded.
The whole person did not feel the same surprise and shock as when he watched Zhou Hai's simulated flight in the morning.
The cultural test is too simple for Zhou Hai, the second best student in Sichuan Province, and it is equally simple for every candidate in the classroom whose scores exceed the major benchmark.
In the classroom, the atmosphere was tense.
Everyone stopped writing in unison, turned their attention to Zhou Hai, and gathered on this figure.
The eyes are complex, some are amazed, some are shocked, some are indifferent, some are admiring, they are all there.
Under everyone's complicated and strange gazes, Zhou Hai, with a calm expression, stood up, walked up the classroom corridor with two test papers in hand, and arrived at the podium.
Put the test paper on the desk of the podium, turn around and leave the classroom, and take the psychological test.
"This seedling should be able to grow into a towering tree."
On the podium, Zhang Zheng glanced at the two test papers, looked at Zhou Hai's retreating figure, his eyes sparkled, and he sighed in his heart.
Zhou Hai is the seedling with the most potential and talent in the past ten years.
…
After leaving the classroom, Zhou Hai went to the psychological test room next door.
The examination room has simple and ordinary decoration, about the size of a normal school classroom, and has a solid wood desk inside.
An officer in dark blue uniform sat behind the table, waiting quietly. He had a kind face and was about forty years old. He had the rank of lieutenant colonel on his shoulders.
There is a stool placed in front of the solid wood desk.
Apart from this, there are no other items in the examination room, not even an extra stool.
"Boom!"
Zhou Hai stood in front of the examination room door, his posture as tall as a pine tree, and knocked gently on the door.
"Please come in." A low and deep voice sounded.
"Hello, I am a candidate for the psychological test, Zhou Hai."
After hearing the voice, Zhou Hai looked calm, walked into the examination room, faced the officer sitting behind the solid wood desk, and said seriously.
The middle-aged officer showed a kind smile and extended his hand to signal Zhou Hai: "Hello, classmate Zhou Hai, please sit down."
"Thanks."
Zhou Hai nodded, thanked him, and then sat in front of the middle-aged officer, observing with his eyes. There was a stack of paper on the table, with a psychological test questionnaire written on the surface.
"You are very polite, classmate Zhou Hai. I prefer your personality to treat others with courtesy."
The middle-aged officer looked at Zhou Hai with his eyes, his smile did not diminish, and his words were gentle and calm: "Don't be nervous, the psychological test is very ordinary, just a casual chat. My name is Zhao Chengyun, an air force pilot, do you want to hear me tell a story? "
"Well, you tell me."
After hearing Zhao Chengyun's words, Zhou Hai's face became solemn, his back straightened, and he showed respect to the strange old pilot in front of him.
The person in front of me is a senior.
"In the past, probably twenty years ago, we were very difficult at that time, with external and internal troubles, and life was very tight." Zhao Chengyun's eyes gradually deepened, and his face showed a look of memory: "I'm not afraid of your jokes, just They tightened their belts, and when building the army, they valued aircraft more than human lives. Two of my comrades sacrificed their lives to save the aircraft."
Listening quietly, Zhou Hai trembled in his heart and did not make a sound, choosing to remain silent.
Two unknown heroic spirits.
Remember, pay tribute.
"At that time, the country was at a critical moment, and there was nothing we could do about it. Now that life is getting better, the country has money in its pocket, and our Air Force has followed the rising tide. It's a pity that my two comrades can't see the current scene."
Zhao Chengyun sighed slightly, looked at Zhou Hai, and said softly: "My two comrades are martyrs. When they were on combat readiness duty, I told them to wait for them to come back and eat dumplings at home, but they never came back. Zhou Hai , do you know how dangerous this seemingly glamorous profession of a pilot is?"
"Know!"
Zhou Hai looked serious, looked directly at Zhao Chengyun with sharp eyes, nodded, and said seriously: "Every time you take off, it means you may not be able to come back."
Technical failures, mechanical failures, airflow effects, human operating effects, accidents, and various factors and situations make the threat of death surround every pilot like a tarsal maggot at all times.
What is the meaning behind this often-used word "machine crash"?
people die,
No body!
Every truly proud man of heaven bears responsibilities, hardships, and dangers that are unimaginable to ordinary people.
For example, sixty-seven years ago, Zhu Xuecai, a hero who died in a crash at the Northeastern Old Aviation School when his plane was caught in the turbulence.
For example, sixty-seven years ago, Ji Zhengqing, a comrade from Zhu Xuecai's hometown, encountered a U.S. enemy plane while piloting a fighter plane during a combat training, and unfortunately died.
For example, Wang Wei, the sea and air defender who died heroically in the South China Sea seventeen years ago.
For example, Li Jianying, a meritorious Air Force pilot who did not parachute twelve years ago to ensure the safety of the people.
For example, the heroic female pilot who died two years ago.
In the Heroes' Square of the China Aviation Museum, built on the outskirts of the capital, there is a huge reddish-brown marble wall, shaped like a wing, on which are engraved the bright red names of 1,772 heroes of the Air Force, recording 1,772 stories belonging to the blue sky and the history of the Air Force.
It's a monument,
A wall of heroes condensed with blood and life.
"Then do you know how much effort you have to put in and how many difficult tests you have to go through to become a real air force pilot?"
Zhao Chengyun stared at Zhou Hai, his words were heavy and serious.
"have no idea."
Zhou Hai shook his head, his eyes showed firmness, and his words were sonorous and powerful, full of confidence and confidence: "However, I will overcome all difficulties, no matter how much effort I put in, until I become a real pilot."
Vigor.
Zhou Hai, who no longer had any worries, had his own courage.
difficulty?
hardships?
Danger?
What do these count for? !
Zhou Hai, who is alone in his family, has experienced the pain of the death of his parents and no longer knows what fear is.
