MTL - My Captain-Chapter 16

Shen Tian learned that Yan An was sentenced to fail in remodeling, and was so surprised that she could not even speak.

Although the new flight modification is not without it, but if there is no major fault, no airline will hang up on the second day of the new flight report.

Shen Tian: "Single captain really hung you up? What should I do now? Is it grounded? Or wait for the next batch?"

The two were sitting in a fast food restaurant near the Beihang Building.

Yan An ordered a very spicy rice noodle, and then took a sip. The wound on her lips was instantly hot and burned. Just as she was about to answer the other party's words, she was choked by the pepper and coughed in a series .

Shen Tian handed her a bottle of ice water, saw Yan An's face flushed with choking, and made a stop gesture: "It's okay, don't talk, you eat, you focus on eating first. "

Yan An's level of spicy food is like that. She is self-aware of this aspect of herself.

But this person loves challenges, especially when he is in a very good or bad mood, he will go to abuse.

Like now.

In the end, there was only a bowl full of red oil left in a bowl of rice noodles. Yan An stared at the twirling red oil in the bowl, thinking of the same twirling cockpit that morning.

Yan An suddenly raised his eyes: "He said I was short-sighted."

Shen Tian: "Huh?"

Yan An: "He also said that I was careless."

Shen Tian: "I'm going?"

Yan An: "He directly asked me to find another job."

Shen Tian took a deep breath: "Isn't it a basic landing? Shouldn't it be?" Then asked, "Isn't it normal weather?"

Yan An's mouth was hot and painful, and the whole person was in a state of awkwardness and dissatisfaction. She glanced at each other and said, "Twelfth typhoon!"

Shen Tian shouted directly: "Twelfth typhoon!?"

Shen Tian: "Who the **** is flying a plane in a typhoon of level 12? The airport is closed!"

Shen Tian frowned and counted her: "There have been few strong typhoons in our country in recent years. The last super typhoon should be counted to the one in Ganchuan, right? That one Typhoon, how many people died, and even the air force that went to rescue crashed." She counted, "How many years was that?"

Yan An: "16 years."

Shen Tian said "Oh": "At that time, the second year of high school was divided into arts and sciences, and we just met."

Yan An did not speak.

Shen Tian: "Single captain let you land in a typhoon of level 12? I don't understand."

Yan An: "I don't understand either."

Shen Tian: "In reality, who knows that there is a typhoon at the destination and still wants to go there?"

Yan An was stunned when she heard the words, because Shen Tian stared at each other for a moment in the last sentence.

Shan Yi's voice resounded in his mind.

—My criteria are simple, two words, safe.

—Eight should be against it, will you back it?

—If you look far enough, you know there is never more than one choice.

Shen Tian saw Yan An suddenly staring at her with terrifying eyes, she immediately stopped the words of the same enemy, and quickly reviewed what she just said, did she say anything wrong?

Shen Tian: "What's the matter?"

Yan An: "I seem to know why I hung up."

Shen Tian: "Why?"

Yan An: "I am short-sighted."

Shen Tian: "?"

Yan An: "It's a waste of time."

Shen Tian: "??"

Yan An frowned and scolded: "I deserve to be hanged."

Shen Tian: "???"

The community where Yan An lives is an old city, the building is almost the same age as her, and the sound insulation is not very good.

Yan An likes this kind of fun.

At this time, Yan An was sitting on the carpet in the living room, and the TV on the wall was rarely sleeping quietly.

She was lying half-body on the coffee table, holding her cheeks, with a laptop by her hand, which just compiled a version of the comparison table of Civil Aviation 121 and 135 companies.

She stared sickly at the computer screen, Shan Yi's words popped up in her mind from time to time.

Shan Yi's words appeared together with his gesture and expression when he spoke.

Yan An thinks of an unselfish officer, waving his hand is a thousand troops.

There are no useless soldiers under the officer, she seems to be the abandoned pawn.

The mobile phone on the table vibrated, and it was Man who sent her a greeting: How is it? Did you put that fire out today?

Yan An looked at the table in the computer with a bitter face, and replied: Kill the fart, the ashes are gone.

Man: Sister, isn't it? An affair, played by you so much?

Yan An: Listen to my advice, come here with experience.

A man snorted.

Man: You are unlucky, a case, atypical, don't curse my sister.

Man: Think on the bright side.

Yan An: For example?

Man: I have experience this time, so don't give me any money next time.

Grass.

Can't fly.

Yan An lay down until the second half of the night, glanced at the time, suddenly stood up, turned on the small lamp by the bedside, and opened the first compartment of the bedside table.

A small tin box is just the size of a piece of film, and inside it is a neatly folded letter with a plastic photo on it.

Yan An took out the photo, stuffed it into the compartment of her wallet, set the alarm clock, and tossed and turned to sleep.

The alarm clock rang, the room was still dark, Yan An seemed to have just fallen asleep, she got up from the bed, and the phone displayed: 4:30.

When Yan An came to the square, the sky was filled with shades of blue.

The flag-raising platform was full of people.

She squeezed sideways to the center, waiting with everyone as an ordinary citizen.

At 5:54, the sky turned from dark blue to light, and the furthest distance revealed a little fish maw white.

The national anthem was blaring in the square, Yan An stared at the rising five-star red flag in the crowd with a smile on his face.

When the red flag rose to the top, Yan An suddenly saluted the sky, a standard primary school student saluting, quiet and focused.

There were many people watching and raising the flag, and there were many people saluting, but Yan An was not abrupt among them.

Yan Anxin put down her hand in satisfaction, and she glanced at a figure in the corner of the eye. The man was extra tall and straight in the crowd, and she looked at it casually.

Stunned.

Shan Yi stood upright, standing like a pine among the loose heads, he quietly stared at the red flag flying in the air, and also saluted.

Different from Yan An, Shan Yi put his five fingers together, his fingertips were straight, and each knuckle seemed to be filled with strength, and then he put his hand down neatly.

In the darkness of dawn, such a picture had an indescribable touch, and Yan An was stunned.

At the end of the flag raising ceremony, the onlookers began to loosen up. The people should go to work, buy vegetables, and foreigners who come to travel are going to pick an old-fashioned brand to taste the most authentic breakfast in the old city.

Only Yan An and Shan Yi didn't move, and after only a few seconds, Yan An couldn't stand the temptation, and with a stubborn heart, walked towards each other against the crowd .

Shan Yi tilted his head, he found Yan An when he came towards him.

.

A whole Spain is the size of two people who can meet countless times, so in such an endless north city, it is not so surprising to meet them a few times.

Shan Yi put his hands into his pockets and pulled half the corner of his mouth, like a semiconductor, in a state between conduction and insulation, like the sky at this time, it will be unclear, with an opaque puzzle.

Yan An ran to Shan Yi and greeted him enthusiastically.

Shan Yi: "Come here to say hello?"

Yan An shook his head: "Come and reflect!"

Shan Yi raised his eyebrows calmly.

Yan An stood in front of Shan Yi and smiled, and after a while he suddenly put away the hippie smiling face, and said with a straight waist: "Yesterday's typhoon, the center of the typhoon was strong, but it affected the area Not wide, the amount of fuel you gave me is enough for me to fly to the adjacent airport, what you want me to do is to determine an alternate location that is farthest from the typhoon circle within the fuel consumption range.”

Yan An's review came too late, Shan Yi looked at her and did not speak.

Yan An continued: "The return flight that should be returned, and the alternate landing that should be alternated, this is what you asked me to object to."

Yan An: "Actually, yesterday's assessment was not a basic flight at all, it was my fault."

After yesterday, Yan An seriously reviewed it. The route plan and waypoints Shan Yi entered at the end included alternate landing points near the destination.

So if you look far enough, there is never just one choice.

Yan An dressed extra dignified today, she **** her hair meticulously, stepped on a pair of flat shoes, and stood under the five-star red flag, giving birth to an unexpectedly decent atmosphere.

Shan Yi looked at Yan An like this. After listening to the other party's words, he didn't give an evaluation. He threw an irrelevant question: "An ordinary person who can operate the FSX flight simulator proficiently, He is also a veteran player of all flight simulation games on the market, is he capable of flying a real plane?"

Yan An was hesitant about Shan Yi's question, she immediately lowered her eyebrows and began to think seriously.

When Yan An was thinking about things, his expression was very rich, and his eyes kept turning with his thoughts.

This is a problem that cannot be explored, because no one will do this experiment.

Not long after, Yan An raised her brows and shook her head at Shan Yi: "No."

Shan Yi: "Why?"

Yan An: "It is not difficult to control a plane, but what is difficult is the things that are not in the game. For example, decision consciousness, process management and thought control."

So the answer is no.

Yan An finally fully understood in just a few minutes. This is the real content of Shan Yi's assessment yesterday.

So she failed.

Shan Yi is not a person who is willing to spend time but do useless work. In Wei Yi's words, Shan Yi is a person who will see blood when a needle is dropped. a footprint.

So other people's flight modifications can be done with a little effort, but not here.

This is what Wei Yi said, Shan Yi's own set of standards.

Shan Yi didn't say either right or wrong about Yan An's answer, he threw another question to her: "Do you think you can fly a real plane?"

Yan An: "A malnourished seed can grow into a towering tree under certain conditions, so I think I can."

Shan Yi: "What conditions?"

Yan An: "Full sun, and someone willing to water."

Shan Yi smiled, but did not speak.

Yan An: "I make a bet with you?"

Yan An: "Give me one more chance, do one more simulation, you set the passing line, if I pass, then you leave me, if I fail..."

Shan Yi raised an eyebrow.

Yan An: "I'll do something else while I'm young."

The genius at 6 o’clock began to dimly brighten, and the whole city was still in a state of being awake, so it was like a misty dawn, in the eyes of different people There are different moods.

In Yan An's eyes, it is the hope that a spark will start a prairie fire, a fire that can burn people.

Shan Yi said, "I don't like planting flowers, and I don't have the patience to water it slowly."

Yan An was taken aback.

Shan Yi: "Under me, I want water when I'm thirsty. No, it's life or death, it all depends on whether my life is hard enough."

Shan Yi looked at Yan An with a sharp knife-like gaze, which made her feel a sudden shock in her heart.

Next second.

Yan An: "Hard, I'm hard enough! I'm still fighting!"

Seven o'clock, the sky is completely clear at this time.

Yan An squinted at the sun in front of the car from the co-pilot, letting the sun shine on her face, for the first time she was so serious that she didn't smile.

This is the second time for Yan An to sit in the co-pilot of Shan Yi, once in Spain and now, on the way to the Beihang Building.

The two came to the simulation cabin again, Shan Yi said: "There is only one chance."

Yan An nodded eagerly.

Yan An sat in the driver's seat, just like yesterday, silently watching Shan Yi input the parameters, after a while, she raised her eyes to look at the other side.

Shan Yi: "Crosswind with biased grounding, pass line, no more than one go-around, smooth landing. You can start at any time."

Crosswind with a side-to-side touchdown, this is almost nine times out of ten in real flight. Yan An has experience, which is a span simpler than yesterday's typhoon landing.

In the aviation school, Yan An's instructor at that time once said that all flight operations are nothing more than three points: quick response, careful correction, and accurate judgment.

She gathered her mind and held the joystick.

When the plane first entered, the entire cockpit was shaken violently from side to side, and Yan An almost pulled the lever to go around.

Yan An pursed her lips.

After circling for one week, the aircraft again approached and touched down.

Moments later, a smooth, near-perfect landing was completed.

Shan Yi looked at the screen that was still gliding without any waves, Yan An turned to look at him the moment the plane stopped, silent, but his eyes were shining.

Shan Yi asked her: "Why did you choose to slide into the field in the first place?"

Yan An: "Because before the crosswind, the side slipped into the field."

Shan Yi: "Why not this time?"

Yan An: "In the school, all the planes are small, with small fuselage and light weight, ------------? , but the Airbus is too big and will flip."

Shan Yi hummed flatly when he heard the words, got up and walked out of the cabin, Yan An immediately chased out, and followed behind Shan Yi like a coward who wanted to wag his tail but didn't dare.

Yan An: "Did I pass?"

Shan Yi was noncommittal, Yan An poked his arm.

Shan Yi finally stopped in front of the gate: "Go to the front desk to see where your process is going. If the uniform is still there, put it on, and then go to the collection of questions and SOP. ."

After he finished speaking, he left without looking back.

Only the two of them were empty in the simulation room, Yan An grinned high, she bowed with Shan Yi's back, and shouted: "Good single captain! I know the single captain! I will definitely I will live up to your teaching, Captain, walk slowly!"

Shan Yi walked away with Yan An on his back.

The wind was blowing fast, and Wei Yi immediately called Shan Yi up.

Shan Yi sat opposite Wei Yi, the other party pushed him a cup of coffee, raised his eyebrows and asked him: "From the simulation room?"

Shan Yi hummed.

Wei Yi: "Yesterday the whole world knew that you drove that Yan An directly from the simulation room."

Shan Yi: "Can't you drive it away?"

Wei Yi: "Then who did you bring to the simulation just now?"

Shan Yi: "You really look like those women who are in trouble with their boyfriends and grab a little bit of hard questioning."

Wei Yi said, "I'll **** you."

Shan Yi smiled.

Wei Yi: "I read all the Yan An assessment records yesterday."

Shan Yi took a sip of coffee nonchalantly.

Wei Yi: "The level 12 typhoon has landed, and you know she won't pass the test without taking the test. What's the point of this test?"

Shan Yi: "I just want her to fail."

Wei Yi was very interested: "?"

Shan Yi: "The person you picked has an impetuous temper, and wild characters are engraved in his bones, not piercing the flesh, not hurting, not enlightened. If you suffer a little setback, you will calm down your temper and have a long memory. "

Wei Yi looked at each other with a playful smile, Shan Yi tune. There is a set of methods to teach people.

No, he threw the man to the bottom of the valley, and slept in the open all night before he was brought back.

Wei Yi: "So it sank?"

Shan Yi: "Half-floating."

Wei Yi suddenly smiled: "How do you plan to practice?"

Shan Yi: "No hurry."

Wei Yi: "Huh?"

Shan Yi raised his lips and smiled: "The new employee training will let her take care of her skin, and then, like you said, be my soldier and practice slowly."