Yes, even if it is flying a fighter plane to attack, the feeling of competition is still different from fighting.

After a brief explanation, Feng Jinping, the deputy captain of "Surprising Bird", invited several team members to hurry up and practice, and fought a few more battles on the simulator.

After training for the newcomers, he walked in the corridor of the office building with Gao Meiyu who had returned from a long time. He asked one of the main partners of "Sugu Bird". After knowing Li Gejian's recent situation, he asked him to prepare for the next national selection. Even if his partner has not returned to the team for the time being, he still has to fight with the young people in the team.

"Well, team deputy, of course."

Speaking of the selection competition, Gao Meiyu, who has been serious since she returned to "Sugu Bi", suddenly started talking.

Since returning to China, he has done a lot of research on the other nine teams in the national trials during the Spring Festival and has discussed and communicated with the young people in the team several times to re-familiarize the domestic aviation competitive environment. "The teams that entered the trials this time are basically the names of those old friends. However, Team Feng has really emerged in China in the past two years, and the teams are still the same, and the players' names are different."

"Yes, it's the annual personnel rotation period again. We old people probably won't stay in the sky for as long as we can!"

Unlike Gao Meiyu, who was in his thirties, Feng Jinping, the deputy captain of the "Sucurbite" who is over 30 years old, has no longer been a main player in aviation competition in the past one or two years. Due to physical reasons, he personally chose to retreat to the second line and organize and coordinate the team. Although he no longer flew the plane for the competition, he would usually fly the plane to the sky and go around, and other times were mainly used to study the teams and players in the circle. At this time, he would talk about it in detail with Gao Meiyu.

“…Oh? That guy?”

While talking, he walked out of the building and headed to the hangar, Gao Meiyu first heard the deputy captain talk about the situation of several old teams such as "Wangjing" and "Qilin", and then talked about another traditional strong team, "Tianwei". In addition to those familiar opponents, there was also a name that had been dealing with before. Gao Meiyu was deeply impressed by this person and had met before when he was in Beijing.

"Yes; I didn't expect that this guy disappeared for a while, and now he's coming out again.

This person, Meiyu, I suggest you and your teammates pay attention to it. Although the competition is about comprehensive strength, you probably won’t deny that this guy’s personal strength is probably above us young players. Even if you and Ge Jian are compared, they are—”

“—Yes. Maybe.”

Speaking of the "weird" in the aviation competitive circle, he has been participating in the Middle East before. Gao Meiyu has not paid attention to the situation of the domestic team for a long time, but for this person, he thinks that the deputy teammate Feng's words make sense; but like ift, the national selection competition for team competition has never been a personal stage for any genius:

"I know the strength of this person.

However, if you want to play in the team match, Team Feng, even without Ge Jianzai, "Zhu Bi" will not be afraid of any opponent; - Oh, and, hasn't the registration list for "Chenlong" come out yet?"

Just now, he was still considering the "weird" Qi Hui. This player who acted unexpectedly, had super strong strength, but often liked to lose his chains. Gao Meiyu did not regard him as the number one threat in the "Suhu Bi" selection competition. His current thoughts are mainly focused on "Chenlong No. 1". He faced the genius player who once fought side by side in the Middle East Sky - or a mercenary who joined Nata like him - unconsciously turned his cell phone in his hand and looked up at the vast sky and bit his lip. He heard Feng Jinping's answer:

"Not yet; however, 'Chenlong' released the news early this morning, and that person will also sign up for the competition."

The rising sun is rising, and a new day is coming again. The huge land of China, the aviation training bases in several big cities, and the aviation competition teams that are busy preparing for the selection competition have begun to have a new busy schedule in the morning light.

In the national trials, each team's nine matches are distributed in a long period of nearly two months. On the one hand, it is due to the need for event broadcasting and sponsorship income, and on the other hand, it also leaves enough rest time for each team to play every game in the best condition, and finally determine the team with the strongest overall strength. In such a contest, there are many good players in traditional strong teams, so the chance of winning in the team competition is naturally greater. With just one or two excellent players, the hope of winning is relatively much lower.

In this case, "Chenlong" who entered the national selection competition probably belongs to the latter. As the captain and absolute main force of this team, Long Yun naturally has plans and plans in his mind.

However, as usual, I got up one morning. After driving the young lady to Peking University, he did not go directly to the aviation training center, but drove to a commercial center on the outer third ring road, threw the car in the parking lot, and then went out to take the subway to the place where he met with Mr. Lu before, a high-rise office building located in the Wangjing business district.

Facing the early spring cold wind in February, the sky in the capital was still as bright as the morning of the capital. Before the dust storm was coming, I left the subway station and walked towards the office building. Seeing the vaguely familiar scene in front of me, Long Yun passed by the bustling people on the street, and the sound of calling and chatting in his ears. He was on the noisy street of the capital, looking for the black Chinese car in the office parking lot, and the young man couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

How many days ago, it was a meeting here that brought me on a journey to the Middle East. Now that the war has been over, the mystery has not been resolved yet, and his path has to continue to move forward.

Inadvertently, the phone rang out suddenly and he connected with the members of the "organization" who came to pick up the people. About forty minutes later, Long Yun had once again arrived at a secret base somewhere in the outskirts of Beijing, sitting on the sofa in Lu Hongsheng's office, and talking to the person in charge who had been contacting by phone for a long time.

The atmosphere at the beginning was quite relaxing and pleasant during this meeting.

Although I haven't met for a long time, logically speaking, since the "organization" called Long Yun over, there were some important things to give. However, Lu Hongsheng, who was sitting behind the desk and the computer chair was creaking, was still as cheerful as ever. He did not mention the serious matter first, but asked the young man in front of him with a kind look on how he felt when he returned to China, what was he busy with during the Spring Festival, whether there were any difficulties, and so on.

Sitting on the sofa, there was a chat in disguise. Long Yun quickly drank all the water from the paper cup. He got up and poured another cup, but he felt a little confused.

Mr. Lu in front of him, since he came to him, he would definitely not be just to talk about gossip and chat about homework, right?

After returning to China, more than ten days have passed since the New Year. The "organization" has not taken the initiative to contact him. Although Long Yun, who enjoys a vacation, is very relaxed and comfortable, on the other hand, he is also a little nervous. He is now eager to know the situation above and the corresponding arrangements. He is planning to use his consciousness to spy on the bottom of the table. The phone number on Lu Hongsheng's desk rang. He grabbed him and listened to a few words, and then smiled "haha":

"Okay, no problem!

The man has been here for a while, so I will tell him to come over."

After putting down the phone, Mr. Lu typing on the keyboard with both hands for a while. Perhaps verified something, the printer next to him spit out a piece of A4 paper. He got up and handed the paper to Long Yun, telling him to follow the map to find the office, and someone explained the arrangements of the "organization" to him.

After taking the printing paper, he said goodbye to Mr. Lu. Long Yun, who was a little confused, went out and looked at it for a while. What is the map? Of course, the less the architectural structure of the secret base is known, the better. It is just something similar to the "action guide". Following the instructions, walking through the atrium and porch of the huge building, I felt that this place was a bit like a leisure and vacation center with a beautiful environment. It was just that the people coming and going were not ordinary citizens at first glance.

Leaving the building just now, he came to the fourth floor of another unique building and knocked on the door, and heard a very familiar voice:

"Oh, the door is not locked, please come in."

Pushing the door and walking into the office, the bright sunshine shone through the room, and the furnishings inside were very simple. At the clean and tidy desk, a strong man with a medium figure stood by the window with his hands behind his back, overlooking a large area of ​​undulating grass slopes with bushes scattered in the distance.

When I heard someone coming in, I actually knew who the person was. Wang Weiguo, a secret frontman who had just returned to China as an official of the Ministry of State Security, turned around and showed a kind smile to Long Yun that was "long time no see":

"Young man, here you are here!

Come on, the weather is good today, come here to see the scenery.”

"Hello, Mr. Wang! You must have been busy all the time, and you haven't seen each other for a long time."

When he came, he was just paying attention to the situation in the "organization" base. Long Yun did not use his consciousness to spy on it, nor did he predict that the person he was going to meet was Wang Weiguo. He quickly stepped forward and reached out to hold Mr. Wang's powerful hand. For a while, he wanted to ask many questions. After thinking about it, he followed the man's advice and looked at the large green quiet scenery outside the window.

In early spring, Beijing, the temperate capital, except for evergreen plants, large areas of grass and low shrubs are still yellow. However, in a gust of wind, the ground and plant branches have already appeared light green, as if using this inconspicuous change to silently tell people that a long and cold winter is about to pass, and the vibrant spring has slowly walked along the mark of green.
Chapter completed!