"Let's talk about it tomorrow, I'm going to review my homework." Chen Feng ran away, and since last semester, he couldn't calmly face each time something related to You Jia was encountered, and it is the same today.

Lin Xian couldn't force Chen Feng to return to his seat and read the book, and the time was spent in the diligent study of the two.

Before going to bed, Chen Feng lay in bed for a while. Lin Xian was already deep asleep on the other bed. Chen Feng was full of thoughts as he listened to his even breathing, including excitement and anxiety.

Chen Feng took out the pocket watch he wore with him and held it with his left hand in front of his missing parents: "Dad, mom, my son is about to go to the battlefield. Unfortunately, I went to the Southwest Military Region this time. I didn't have the opportunity to look for them by the Qiantang River. The clues of the enemy back then, but please believe me, I will find him to take revenge."

In the morning practice of the second day, Nangong Huandie discovered his injury as soon as he fought against Chen Feng. He picked up the sword held by Chen Feng's right hand with a single sword, which was never used in practice before.

Nangong Huadie immediately stopped her hand and frowned when she looked at Chen Feng's shoulder: "Brother Chen Feng, what's wrong with your right hand?"

Chen Feng shook his shoulders up and down a few times, allowing Nangong Huadie to see that his injury was not serious: "Something happened and I injured my right shoulder, and Lin Xianyou helped me with a massage. The recovery speed was much faster than expected. Too concerned."

"How can you get hurt? Who is Chen Feng's brother bullying you? I'll help you find his revenge." Nangong Huandie didn't listen to Chen Feng at all, and broke the casserole's posture of asking the end.

Chen Feng had a headache and changed the subject forcibly: "I can hit it by myself. Let's continue practicing. I thought I could barely dance the sword. Now it seems that I am too optimistic. Then I will only use my left hand."

Chen Feng’s attitude of killing and not telling made Nangong Huadie helpless, so she could only follow Chen Feng’s topic: "Brother Chen Feng, your Luoying Colorful Sword has become a little better, and ordinary opponents can’t compete. Your sword moves, you have to try more on the mecha later to see how powerful it can be."

"Well, we will go to the playground to operate the real machine in a while. At that time, I will try to drop the colorful sword, and driving the mecha does not burden the shoulders, which is a blessing in misfortune." Chen Feng grabbed the wooden sword with his left hand. Playing a sword flower, now he not only mastered the tough part, but also basically mastered the soft part. The only difference was the actual combat experience.

Nangong Huandie slammed his hips and cursed: "Who is this man, if I find out, he must be good-looking."

A drop of cold sweat came out of Chen Feng’s forehead. It seems that Nangong Fantasy Butterfly must not know that Zheng Zhirong beat him, otherwise God knows how Zheng Zhirong will be bullied by her. Nangong Fantasy Butterfly is the youngest in their group, everyone loves her. If she is teased by her mind, it will definitely end badly.

Chen Feng and Nangong Huandie still practice in the small woods. Although Teacher Lang promises to help them keep secrets, they want to avoid exposure as much as possible, at least reduce the chance of being discovered, and don't disturb Teacher Lang. That level.

When they finished their morning exercises and walked out of the small woods, Nangong Huandie ran to her sister and said coquettishly, holding her arm, "Sister, Brother Chen Feng's right shoulder was injured. Do you know who did it?"

Nangong Mengdie heard that his sister didn't know the ins and outs of the matter and glanced at Chen Feng. Seeing Chen Feng slightly shook his head to understand his intentions, she perfunctorily said to her sister: "I don't know what happened. You have to ask Chen Feng. "

"But Brother Chen Feng didn't tell me. I'm so angry, you are hiding it from me." Nangong Huandie saw through her sister's lie at a glance, and sulked away from her arm.

Chen Feng smiled awkwardly, he had no good way to deal with this scene: "Haha, today's morning exercise is almost done, shall we go back?"

Nangong Mengdie waved her hand to Chen Feng and turned to enlighten her younger sister: "You go first, I'll take care of her."

Chen Feng had to leave with Zheng Zhirong and Lin Xianxian. After a brief wash in the dormitory, Chen Feng called Zheng Zhirong to the mecha training playground. They wanted to get in touch with the second-generation mecha as soon as possible.

Arriving near the teaching building of the Fighter Class A, Chen Feng found that a cordon had been set up outside the playground that had never been protected. Everyone who entered and exited must undergo a strict inspection process, and even some people were not allowed to enter.

Behind the cordon, there are several mechas standing in each corner, and every detail is showing unusual.

Chen Feng looked far into the mecha training playground, only to see rows of second-generation mechas standing in the playground. The bright red mecha seemed to light the sky.

It may be because of standing on the periphery of the playground for too long. The guards outside the playground came over and expelled Chen Feng and Zheng Zhirong: "Are you two students in the school? Right now, the fighter jet’s grounds are under martial law, so don’t stay here too much. Seize the time to leave for a long time."

"We are the students of Fighter Class A, we still have to go in." Zheng Zhirong immediately revealed his identity, he is not a cat or a dog who wants to be driven away.

This person did not waver because of Zheng Zhirong's words, but took them to the only entrance and exit checkpoint outside the cordon: "Do you know if you check it, you follow me."

After Chen Feng and Zheng Zhirong entered fingerprints to prove their identities, the security officers carefully checked that they did not carry any dangerous items before letting them in. The whole process was very serious and professional.

Zheng Zhirong walked out of the checkpoint and vomited to Chen Feng: "It's too exaggerated. Is the inspection so strict?"

Chen Feng thought about it a bit, and felt that he could understand the school’s approach: "This is a second-generation mecha. It seems that our country is not fully equipped, right? It is also necessary to strictly check the entry and exit personnel. Those who are denied entry are not our fighters. For the students, I think no other teachers and students except our fighter A department can enter the mecha training playground."

On the way, several mechas outside the mecha training playground are constantly patrolling. The second-generation mechas are still relatively rare mechas for the Qur'an Republic, so the school does not pay attention to them. These patrol mechas always surround the playground. Wander around in case the criminals come to make trouble.

Watching the second-generation mecha on the spot again, Chen Feng even more realized the strength of the motherland’s scientific research. In the past, when the second-generation mecha was released, they actually had a little understanding of the various data explained until he personally drove the first-generation mecha in the academy. After fighting in the championship, I realized how difficult it is to improve those statistics.