Liu Kunlun had never driven the plane or entered the cockpit, but at this moment he was not panicked at all. He first flew the plane and maintained the course, and then quickly traced the instruments in the cabin. Cessna's small aircraft instruments were not as complicated as Boeing passenger planes. He quickly identified the airspeed meter, aircraft attitude indicator, air pressure altimeter, heading indicator, vertical speed meter, engine tachometer, oil meter, pilot clock, magnetic compass, throttle valve and other functional instruments. A familiar feeling came to his mind. He took off his headphones from Instructor Wu and put them on his head, and found the radio switch.

The two people in the back seat were already silly, shouting loudly, and Liu Kunlun yelled without looking back: "shut    up!"

The two were stunned, and Liu Kunlun had already started calling: "Mayday, mayday, mayday!"

The three-time mayday call was an internationally universal radio distress signal. At this time, not only did the training airport tower hear it, but also the Yutan International Airport console, which was dozens of kilometers away, and the captains flying over Quanjinjiang also heard it.

"Jiang Xun 1175, what's the situation?" An anxious call came from the tower.

"Tower tower, here is 1175, the plane hits a bird, the pilot is in a coma, and requests landing."

“1175, who is flying now?”

"It's me, student Liu Kunlun."

The tower was completely confused. I knew that today Instructor Wu brought three new students to the sky for a ride. This thing is the same as the nature of air sightseeing. How come the students were flying in a blink of an eye? The plane hit a bird was a serious accident. A plane in the sky was lifeless. The duty director of the tower took the microphone and took a deep breath and said, "1175, this is the tower. Now you follow my command. I will tell you how to fly. The thing in your hand is called a joystick, and you have a rudder under your feet..."

The duty monitor was soaked in cold sweat. He had not encountered such danger in his 20 years of experience. He estimated that the student who was operating the plane had probably played a simulated flight game, so he could control the plane for the time being. In fact, it was not difficult to fly in the sky. Could it be that if you land, you would kill the plane if you were not careful, and four lives would be killed. All those present today will be laid off. The Waterloo of his career will be today.

How to teach a newbie to land safely in a very short time is so testable. It is even more difficult to teach an old lady to program within five minutes, but when things are about to come, the duty monitor was talking patiently, and the calm voice of the pilot came from the headphones: "Tower, 1175 requests to land."

My colleagues have seen that the Cessna 172 has been in a stable low-altitude field, and its movements are smooth like an old bird that has been flying for ten years. When they turn back, the landing gear has been put down, completely like a landing posture.

The duty officer stood up and looked at the mechanical reply outside: "1175, ground wind is 320,06 meters, the runway is 15 hours, and it can land."

"roger." This was Liu Kunlun's last answer. Cessna simply parked in front of the tower beautifully and steadily. The hatch opened, and the two guys who were scared to pee their pants first climbed down, but their legs were unstable. Then Liu Kunlun carried Instructor Wu down, and the ambulance and fire truck drove over and picked up the injured. The ground crew rushed forward to check that the airplane's windshield was penetrated by a wild goose, and blood and feathers were everywhere. Fortunately, the propeller and engine were not injured, so the loss was not large.

Liu Kunlun then felt scared. He didn't know how he had spent the sky in just six minutes, and why he suddenly flew the plane, but more of it was excited. Adrenaline was severely secreted. Looking back at the plane, he wanted to go up and take a walk.

Someone touched his arm, a student sitting in the back row, and handed over a cigarette: "Friend, where did you learn to fly?"

"It's... a long time ago." Liu Kunlun himself didn't know how he answered such an inexplicable sentence.

...

When he was in class again, Liu Kunlun's deeds of turning the tide and saving a plane and four lives had spread throughout the training class, so that when he entered the classroom, everyone stood up and saluted. The other 37 male and female students were all employees of Jiangdong Airlines. Of course, the matter of his company was clear, and their admiration came from the heart.

When the seats were divided in the last class, the three students were not there. The others had already divided the seats, leaving only the tables and chairs in the back row. Liu Kunlun picked a table and sat down. The first one was flying theory class and physical training class, learning the knowledge of qi, air flow rules and basic flight knowledge. At this time, Liu Kunlun was afraid. When he was computer chord length, pressure difference resistance, and overload coefficient, he couldn't understand it at all. Fortunately, one of the top students in the class was sitting next to him, and he could tutor one-on-one.

The academic master is Wang Feng, one of the two young entrepreneurs who handed out cigarettes to Liu Kunlun at the airport. In fact, he is a rich second generation, and his family is mined, so he is more profitable. The Bentley, Rolls-Royce, Ferrari is already aesthetically tired, so he has to play with it. Wang Feng's father has no education, but his mother is a serious college student. He inherited his mother's IQ and father's shrewdness. After graduating from college, he was unemployed at home and came to learn to fly when he was idle. This is similar to Liu Kunlun's motives.

Wang Feng told Liu Kunlun that there were five women in the class, only one of them was OK.

"She is the coldest, I like the feeling of being high and untouchable," Wang Feng said.

The female students in the flight class all moved from flight attendants, and their appearance and figure were naturally not bad. Xuan Donghui was not the most beautiful, but her temperament was the best. Her skin was extremely white, and she covered her ugly things with her one white. What's more, she was not ugly at all. This girl was not cold and treated people politely, but she just ignored any attempts to chat.

"You, there is no chance." Liu Kunlun said to Wang Feng.

"What are you betting on?" Wang Feng was excited, "We each showed our skills and compete fairly."

"You win, I will help you fly the plane, I won, you will copy the answers for me during the exam," said Liu Kunlun.

The training class is full-time militarized, but the three students take special care of them. Because they are all business elites and have their own careers to be busy, they can leave the campus after class. Wang Feng drove his own Porsche 911 to school, and another slightly older classmate Zhao was a driver who drove a Mercedes-Benz S600 to pick him up. Liu Kunlun was not inferior, but Feng Yuan drove an Audi A8 to pick him up.

When Wang Feng saw Liu Kunlun's car, he couldn't help asking him: "What business does your dad do?"

Liu Kunlun said: "My dad picked up the rags."

Wang Feng raised his thumbs up and curled his lips.

In class the next day, Wang Feng wondered: "I've asked, but I haven't heard of the boss named Liu who does material recycling. Who is your father?"

Liu Kunlun said: "Don't worry about who my dad is. My dad has passed away. Have you heard of the little overlord of the East Gate?"

Wang Feng shook his head. He was not from the city and did not get involved in these fields. Naturally, he had never heard of Liu Kunlun's reputation.

During the break, a sea of ​​roses appeared at the door of the classroom. Needless to ask, this was Wang Feng's big move, and he adopted the most vulgar and effective flower offensive. Three thousand roses are not a big loser, and it is more than enough to shock an ordinary flight attendant.

Of course, the flower offensive is not absolutely effective. If a poor boy saves money and saves money to buy three thousand roses, it will definitely backfire. Wang Feng is a wealthy young man and has a mine at home. Everyone already knows the fact that sending flowers on this basis is just a confession process.

There is a card in the pile of flowers, wishing Xuan Donghui a happy mood, signed by Charles.wang, which is Wang Feng's English name.

The five female classmates in the class are all the best among flight attendants. They are not only good physical fitness, but also ambitions and ambitions. However, this does not delay their view on choosing a spouse. Wang Feng is young and rich, and is still unmarried. He is simply a dream partner. The other four people want to chase him, but Xuan Donghui is unmoved. However, she does not refute Wang Feng's face, and takes the flowers and puts them all over the campus.

Wang Feng's move was like hitting a cotton cover, and Xuan Donghui did not accept his follow-up invitation at all.

"Xuan Donghui, I'll treat you to dinner on the weekend."

"Sorry, I want to go home to see my mother."

"I heard that your home is in Jiangbei, I'll drive you to see you."

"Thank you, my dad drove to pick me up."

Liu Kunlun laughed secretly on the side and took the opportunity to make trouble: "Xuan Donghui, is it convenient to leave a number?"

Beauties like Xuan Donghui are very familiar with the routines of men. She smiled and said, "My mobile number is on the class contact form."

"Then how about I treat you to dinner? Give me some face." Liu Kunlun said, and he felt strange when he said that he did not have this kind of outgoing personality. He grew up in a garbage dump since childhood and never went to school. Although he was unruly, he had deep inferiority in his bones and would not pursue girls in such an active and ostentatious way.

"The face is not given by others." Xuan Donghui smiled, "It was earned by himself. I'm going to leave."

Wang Feng held Liu Kunlun's shoulders and looked at Xuan Donghui's graceful back and said, "It's difficult, I like it."

Neither of them noticed that another tall and handsome male classmate was staring at them fiercely.

...

Instructor Wu quickly recovered from his injury and returned to the team. He was an air force pilot. He drove the J-7 and J-8. After he transferred to the business, he went to work in civil aviation and flew over the Boeing 737 and Airbus 320. He retreated from the front line due to physical reasons and brought new students from the aviation school. For veterans like him who have driven jet fighters and large passenger planes, it is as simple as a truck driver driving a child car. Unexpectedly, he overturned the car on the Cessna. If it weren't for Liu Kunlun's actions, he would have encountered an air crash this time.

In the instructor's office, Liu Kunlun faced Instructor Wu with calm expressions and answered questions smoothly.

"Where did you learn to fly?"

“I haven’t learned it systematically.”

"Then have you been on the simulator?"

Liu Kunlun nodded when he thought of the plane he had driven in the game hall: "That's right."

This answer barely satisfies Instructor Wu, otherwise it would be impossible to explain that a newcomer who has never touched the joystick can land safely.

"You are the best seedlings I have ever seen." Instructor Wu said, "Technology is one aspect, but more importantly, it is super psychological quality. You can be calm when you encounter danger and call for help. Even Mayday shouts three times. There is no mistake in all your steps and actions. I have watched the surveillance video at the airport and you landed very well."

"Thank you for the compliment." Liu Kunlun knew clearly that it was not him who was flying the plane, but that person was hidden in his mind. Once he held the joystick, the gate of memory would open, and he might be able to find who the real pilot was.

Fortunately, there will be no shortage of opportunities to fly a plane in the future.
Chapter completed!