After a class, everyone felt no different from when they first got off the multi-axis training device. They were all spinning. Steve spoke very fast, like a machine gun. He wanted to share all the research results related to the Saturn 5 launch vehicle. In just one hour, it was all crammed into the heads of all the students.
The fat man only lasted for less than ten minutes and looked like he was about to cry. He didn't even have time to pick up the pen cap that fell on the ground. But this time there was someone with a worse face than him, a strong man named Anthony. , since he got the textbook, he has been sweating on his forehead, and he wiped it again and again.
The middle-aged man who looked like an intellectual kindly handed over a piece of paper, but the strong man named Anthony did not pick it up. He stared directly at the three-stage rocket structure diagram on the page, looking lost and lost. , In fact, not only him, but also the high school students no longer looked as high-spirited as before, and they were scratching their heads all the time.
The girl next to Zhang Heng was more straightforward. She closed the book, leaned on the back of the chair, and complained softly.
"Tsk, tsk, this is full of professional English vocabulary. I don't even have a good translator at hand. Who can read it?"
Players who dare to choose a single-player dungeon generally have a certain language foundation, and English, as the world's most lingua franca, is naturally the first language that players will learn and master.
But everyone's mastery level is different. Daily communication is OK for everyone, but like now, once it involves relatively unfamiliar content, it is time to test everyone's vocabulary reserve.
The high school student's English proficiency is undoubtedly much better than that of his peers, and he himself is also an aerospace enthusiast and knows the spelling of many professional vocabulary. However, it is still a little difficult in Dr. Steve's class, but in comparison, it is called Anthony's strong man has completely entered the blinding stage.
The middle-aged man who looked like an intellectual remained unchanged, and he was still the same leisurely look as before. But what surprised Zhang Heng the most was actually the young man who had always been weak. He turned out to be the most serious one among the seven in listening to the class. Still taking notes quickly.
The girl on the side saw Zhang Heng paying attention to the young man and poked her head over. At this time, Dr. Steve turned his back and wrote on the blackboard the chamber pressure and oxidant consumption rate of the J2 engine. The girl's chest Intentionally or unintentionally, he pressed on Zhang Heng's shoulder. The air exhaled from his nose made the back of Zhang Heng's neck feel a little itchy. "Really or not, it's not just for show. There might be some obscene things in his notebook." A simple drawing of…”
The weak young man seemed to have heard the girl's words and turned to grin at her, showing a somewhat frivolous smile.
The latter was startled and immediately retracted behind Zhang Heng. After a while, he whispered in someone's ear, "I don't like him. I'm afraid he is not a good person in the real world. And that That uncle over there, I’ve seen guys like this a lot in the workplace. He looks gentle and considerate on the surface, but I know what’s going on in his belly.”
Zhang Heng's eyes were still fixed on the blackboard and he didn't say anything.
The girl continued, "But I can see that you are different from them. Although you look the most fierce on the outside, you are actually a good person deep down..."
"Are you sure?" Zhang Heng finally moved his eyes from the blackboard to the girl and said calmly, "Unfortunately, I have killed many people, including children under age, old people who are dying, and wives who are still alive. There were young soldiers waiting for him to come home, and there were also fishermen who were making a living on the sea. In fact, I don’t remember how many people I killed, how much blood was on my hands, and I honestly didn’t care about it later.”
The girl's smile became a little forced, "But those are just things that happen in the copy, right? You have to do it, but in real life..."
"You don't know what kind of person I am in real life, just like I don't know what kind of person you are in real life." Zhang Heng interrupted the other party unceremoniously and paused, "But I can probably guess what you want to do. I can only say that you chose the wrong target. If I were you, you would not waste time on me. In addition, if you don’t mind, please stay quiet. If you don’t want to attend the class, there are others who do.”
After Zhang Heng said the last word, Dr. Steve also turned around and grabbed his messy hair, "...Well, the data of the J2 engine is like this. You can compare it with the F1 engine at the rear. Below Let’s take a look at the interstage ring. It contains eight small rocket engines, which can separate the ring from the second-stage rocket. It is an important part of the Saturn V..."
Over the next hour or so, Zhang Heng finally regained the long-lost peace. His warning seemed to have had an effect. The girl no longer pestered him, and there was no longer those casual physical contacts, and there was no more ear contact. With the soft words beside him, Zhang Heng could finally focus entirely on the teaching materials in his hands.
By the time Dr. Steve finished teaching a lesson, the time had arrived at 6:22 in the afternoon. The old man had been dragging the class for twenty-two minutes, "...then let's stop here today." After saying this, everyone With the last words that everyone had been waiting for, he closed the lesson plan, opened the door of the conference room and left gracefully.
All the players in the conference room were also relieved. Even the young people who seemed to be very serious during the lecture were a little unable to hold on anymore. They studied intensively for more than two hours, constantly filling their heads with new knowledge. Everyone feels tired.
The strong man named Anthony stood up from his seat and stretched out. At this time, a short bald man walked straight in from the door and put the rocket on the blackboard in front of everyone's dull eyes. The physical principles of propulsion were erased, but the previous first chapter was left. Then he picked up the chalk and wrote the words "Introduction to Space Flight Engineering Technology" with a smile.
"Hello everyone, I know you are pressed for time, so I will skip the self-introduction step. Welcome to the engineering class."
"Wait a minute, wait a minute, are you in the wrong place?" the weak young man said feebly.
The bald man looked at his watch and said, "Oh, there are still seven minutes, but there is a lot of content today, so I think we can start a little earlier."
"But the problem is... we haven't had dinner yet." The intellectual-looking middle-aged man said with a wry smile.
As soon as he finished speaking, a dining car was pushed in from outside.
"It's okay, you can listen to me while eating." The bald man said thoughtfully.
