The Blue Island Beach in May is a good time of year.

I just experienced a difficult winter, and the bitter north wind has disappeared without a trace; the gorgeous cherry blossoms bloom on the branches, and the light blue sea has returned to peace. In the beautiful city with red tiles and green trees, the scenery is picturesque and tourists are everywhere.

However, all of this has nothing to do with Long Yun.

In the old city where the roads are intertwined, there is a large-scale car maintenance shop on the roadside. At this time, Long Yun was lying on the back of the pulley, using the wrench in his hand to skillfully adjust the front suspension of the car. The garage that cannot be shined with sunlight is actually quite cool, but his face is covered with sweat.

Since I started working, I have been busy under this car for more than an hour, and everything else has been done. Why is this front brigade so difficult to adjust?

The work at hand was a little tired. Long Yun retreated from under the car, stood up and moved his muscles for a few times, and then sat on the ground to rest. On the TV hanging on the wall, the live broadcast of the ift (international-fighter-tournament, International Fighter Contest) qualifier was broadcast. The few idle people were watching it, and no matter what, Long Yun took a few casual glances. The fighter on the screen was undergoing violent maneuvering actions. On the images captured by the automatic camera, you could see the faint white mist around the fuselage.

Ah, is this the qualifier for ift?

Although Long Yun, who works in a car maintenance store, is unknown, he actually has his own dream of the sky.

In this era when traditional fighter jets gradually faded out of the mainstream military field and aviation competition was popular, he once dreamed that one day he could become a member of aviation competition and gain the honors of his ability. Or, being able to go further and become an air force pilot and navigate the sky with epoch-making raids, is the ultimate dream of countless aviation enthusiasts.

However, as things often become, the distance between dreams and reality is sometimes so far away.

No matter how much effort you put in.

...

Whenever he is free, Long Yun will always fall into his memories. The past he can't face and doesn't want to recall.

At this moment, Long Yun seemed to have his youth in front of him again. The guy who was sweating profusely on the training ground, the young man who was full of confidence and still fought at night when the night was quiet. If, just if, he had known that he was destined to be out of reach with his dream, would he still work so hard? Long Yun really wanted to travel back to the past and tell the fool not to do futile and useless work anymore, and learn something else quickly.

The hard training brought Long Yun a strong body and extraordinary perseverance, giving him all the qualities of becoming an excellent soldier, but he could not make up for the innate sense of space. Some things are so cruel: the more talented people are, no matter how much effort they try, Long Yun has never known where his life is. From childhood to adulthood, he was not good at socializing and difficult to sociable, and he has been moving forward step by step on his own path. It was not until he passed the theoretical test with excellent results and faced virtual driving training on the simulator for the first time that he realized how serious his problems were.

He has no complete sense of space.

Sitting in the seat of the simulator, the display around Long Yun was quite confused; the driving movements that were originally very familiar, but were completely useless at this time. An indescribable sense of blockage filled my mind, and Long Yun felt that his consciousness became dull and awkward; time and time again, Long Yun, who was completely unable to adapt to the simulator training, was finally taken to an affiliated hospital of the military system for a comprehensive and detailed examination.

Seeing the report issued by the testing agency, Long Yun felt a little unbelievable.

How could he lack a sense of space?

"... Generally speaking, the lack of space sense will cause geometric cognition ability obstacles, and there is no way to drive space vehicles. This is not something that can be changed. Young people, you should consider changing careers..."

"—How is this possible?" Long Yun screamed excitedly.

From childhood to adulthood, he has always had good math grades. He can be said to be the best at things like three-dimensional geometry and space. He transferred from university to military academy halfway. Although his studies have not been completed, he is familiar with all the courses in mechanical and electrical engineering, including mechanical design and 3D modeling. What a joke, it is too clumsy!

Yes, a clumsy, yet cruel and real joke.

Long Yun, who was unwilling to give up, still insisted on high-intensity training. However, facing the virtual cockpit surrounding the surroundings, although he tried his best, he could not understand the space state of the fighter plane and could not complete the basic longitudinal movement. Take off, lose control, and crash; the failure of repeated attempts made him silent and depressed.

"Long Yun, you are a good seedling. Your physique is very suitable for resisting overloads and has good vision; but only theory is not enough to drive a fighter jet. Don't be sad. With such strong ability, you can make a name for yourself if you do anything else."

There was indescribable sentimentality in his tone, and the instructor patted Long Yun on the shoulder. Faced with this student with extraordinary ability and such a diligent work, he didn't know what to say? He had never encountered such a situation before, and he was quite confused and sad about Long Yun's problem.

Long Yun, who had clenched his fists, clenched his teeth. He didn't say anything.

What else can I say? He just felt unwilling to accept it.

Really unwilling to give up!

But, what's the use of this?

...

Breaking free from the misty memories, Long Yun found that the broadcast of the game had ended. The workers returned to their posts and occasionally had a few chats.

"Hey, Long Yun, you're dazed again. What a hardcore aviation fan."

Li Yan, who was talking to him, was Long Yun's good brother in the maintenance store. Although he was just a small worker, he and Long Yun were equally apart when it came to being obsessed with aviation competition. Long Yun pursed his lips. He didn't want to explain that he was actually in a daze and didn't care about competitions. After looking at the watch, it was almost lunch time, Long Yun put down his tools and washed his face.

"Li Yan, you can wash your face, let's go to have a meal."

Forget it. What's the use of thinking so much? People always have to face reality.

After a busy day, dragging his tired body, Long Yun returned to his residence. He has lived a lot these days, but today he seems to be particularly tired, and he has no idea of ​​playing air combat games on the computer. Even on the virtual battlefield of air combat games, he has not won many victories in his years of experience. He has long known that he does not have the talent of aviation, so he can't let go of the only entertainment that has something to do with aviation - what else can he do besides this?

With a little sigh of regret for his memories, Long Yun simply took a shower and went to bed to rest. As the saying goes, he had no hobby of drinking, and he could only temporarily escape this dull reality.
Chapter completed!