I felt that the mistake I made was serious, and Long Yun's tone became very nervous.

"Ah, I didn't mean it, really! This-"

"Okay, OK! I got it.--then, is that OK?"

The sudden incident made Hongyun full of his face, but Su Xue didn't look like she was about to have an attack at all. Instead, she opened her legs slightly, put the kettle between her thighs and clamped them. Although she cooperated very well and made an embarrassing move, the little girl still couldn't help but complain:

"Put your hands on... Are the simulators designed like this? It feels really awkward. Now I'm starting to admire the girls who play simulators."

While observing his words and expressions, he found that Su Xue had no intention of blaming him, so Long Yun relaxed his tense nerves. While he was guiding Su Xue to sit in the correct position, he could take care of all the touch screens and buttons around him with both hands. "This position is not necessarily the case. Some fighter's joysticks are placed on both sides: for example, the f-16 is on the right side, the f-35, and the f-22 are on both sides, and some aircraft can be installed in the middle or on both sides, so the supporting professional simulators also have different styles. However, for novices, the simulator is not a real fighter after all, and there is no overload feeling. In terms of convenience and improvement of control quality, it is still the most popular middle pole position."

"Oh, OK. Then it depends on you next. I will cooperate with your actions seriously!"

"No problem! Simply put, you don't have to conceive any tactics, just follow my rhythm. - Well, it's like this. Let's start with the simplest action..."

...

A special training that coordinates and cooperates with each other. The two of them were busy until midnight before they each rested.

The next morning, Long Yun got up early in the morning and waited in the living room. As expected, the young lady Shangguan Ling was still sleeping in. Fortunately, Su Xue had already gotten up. After a brief breakfast, the two of them came to the competition site on the middle deck.

Because today is the off-day break of PRSFT's competition, there are no competition tasks on several simulators, which can be provided for players to train and compete. The number of contestants and tourists appearing on the scene is almost as many as usual. I took a random look around and found that the annoying Lancelo had not appeared today. Long Yun pulled Su Xue around the bustling crowd and found a not-so-crowded place next to sit down and watch the game.

Long Yun was basically sure that he was watching the game leisurely for a while. Although there were contestants and audiences watching the fun everywhere, there seemed to be many enthusiasts, but there were actually no one with extraordinary skills in it.

Let’s not talk about the situation of the contestants, especially those who paid the fee to fight on the simulator. Looking at the big screen on the scene, the level of controlling fighter jets is really a bit terrible. Nowadays, aviation competition is so popular, and tourists on cruise ships are either rich or noble. Many young people have been exposed to air combat games, and there are even people who invest in or directly operate an air team; but it is one thing to be interested in or willing to spend money. How good is your own technology?

Complex air combat confrontation is completely different from the once popular FPS battle games. Even professional players cannot become masters without technical training and certain talent, let alone those who just play casually for fun.

"Hey! Beautiful Miss, you came so early?"

Hearing the slick English, Long Yun suddenly knew that it was Lancelo who was here. He tilted his head and looked at Lancelo, who was wearing a casual top, sweatpants, and a cowboy hat on his head. He felt that his outfit was a bit inappropriate. Seeing Long Yun's gaze, Lancelo was also quite afraid of this powerful opponent he was about to meet. He reluctantly raised his hand and said hello:

"And this Mr. Long, you're early."

"Good morning, Lancelo!"

Because he shouldered the heavy responsibility of controlling consciousness and fighting on behalf of Su Xue, Long Yun needed to find a quiet place to take action while carrying out his actions, and did not want to attract too many people's attention; so he responded lightly, and then used his consciousness to peek at Su Xue to deal with the subsequent things.

Understand Long Yun’s thoughts, Su Xue’s response was not loud, but very straightforward:

"Good morning, Mr. Lancelow. Are you ready to play with me?"

"Ah, of course, I'm always waiting for your advice."

It sounded quite an ordinary conversation, but it happened between a professional simulator player who was rude and a beautiful and delicate girl. The tourists around and the contestants who came to enjoy the entertainment industry still noticed Long Yun and others. As everyone's eyes gradually gathered, some people recognized Su Xue's identity, and the atmosphere on the scene became more enthusiastic inadvertently:

"Well, how can the girl play the simulator? - Speaking of which, she is so beautiful!"

"Is Lancelo going to have a good fortune?... But who is that girl and which team belongs to?"

"What team, don't you know her yet? Her name is Su Xue, and she is a very popular pianist."

"Oh?——Then this game is really unusual, but will she drive fighter jets? What's going on?..."

Just between the onlookers and whispering to each other, she stood beside the simulator in the playground, turning a blind eye to the reactions of the people around her. Su Xue had certainly been used to being the focus of attention; she took a casual look in the direction of Long Yun, and she stretched out her hand to Lancelo:

"Okay, please give me some advice!"

“——Okay, OK!”

Seeing that he could shake hands with the stunning girl in front of him, Lancelo was overjoyed and shook hands with Su Xue's Yingyingyu for a moment, thinking that it would be worth it just by playing the game! However, out of basic politeness, he did not delay the time of shaking hands, but quickly let go and took a step back, pretending to be a "please" posture:

"Ms. Please choose the venue and model!"

Generally speaking, the selection of models for simulator competitions is the advantage of the second hand. Lancelow, who wants to show his gentlemanly demeanor, has already shown his trump card: as an Australian team player, he chose the former signature equipment of the e/f-18c "Hornet" fighter, hoping to defend the dignity of Australia's cavaliers in this game that he thinks there is no suspense.

Faced with the question of model selection, Su Xue certainly had no idea at all. She asked Long Yun with a slight thought, and immediately got an answer:

——Select the J-10 A "Raptor"! The one who destroyed his "Hornet".

——Okay, come on, Long Yun!

Seeing that Lancelo chose a third-generation fighter without using the Australian Air Force's latest equipment F-35 "Lightning", Long Yun thought that this was just a gun hit? If Lancelo really chose the F-35, he wouldn't be afraid of him if he used the J-17, but no matter how he said that, he wouldn't be more confident than the J-10a that had driven the real aircraft.

The Raptors are not suspenseful to Long Yun in such a contest!
Chapter completed!