Sky-cracking Rider

The three classic openers in dialect: "What are you looking at?" "Second Uncle!" "Evil Granny!"

The standard usage is as follows:

"What are you looking at?"

"Looking at your Second Uncle!"

"Fuck your Evil Granny!"

Then it's real-life player killing... with no exceptions.

Major Chekhov, the squadron leader of "Genuine Fragrance" Combat Flight Squadron, unquestionably warned, "If you dare to slam the table in front of me again, I'll personally throw you out! I, Chekhov, always keep my word."

Sitting beside him is a girl with a boyish haircut known as "Devil Pepper," with a silly smile on her face, watching Chekhov and giggling from time to time.

Ever since Big Bear returned from the International Medical Ship to the Aircrew Base 911, the deputy squadron leader had been acting increasingly peculiar, clearly going into heat.

"Dare not, dare not!"

Takar was so scared his face turned white.

The fellow townsman, Sanjani, also didn't dare to make a peep.

"Second question, there are eight '8's, how can you make them equal to one thousand?"

Chekhov didn't comment on Chen Fei and Sanjani's responses, but continued with another question instead.

Human Resources Director Takar (⊙?⊙): "?????"

Applicant Sanjani (°-°): "?????"

This problem is quite difficult, which of the world's top ten mathematical conjectures is it?

The pilots exchanged glances, each of them sneaking a smile.

Despite Squadron Leader Chekhov's brash and rude talk on a daily basis, his educational level was actually quite high.

How could anyone who flies a combat aircraft have a low education level? Below a bachelor's degree, they wouldn't even let you touch the joystick.

The bewildered Sanjani began to count on his fingers, muttering under his breath; there was quite a bit to figure out.

Chen Fei, looking perfectly at ease, crossed his legs in a carefree manner, doing nothing while Xiao Jiu hopped around on his knee, pecking here and there.

The two interviewees—one sweating profusely from calculating, the other leisurely playing with a bird.

Human Resources Director Takar began to secretly rejoice, just as he was about to reveal a gleeful expression, something flashed across his mind, and he quickly resumed a serious and earnest facade, sitting upright and motionless.

Chekhov could hammer him, and on his first day, Chen dared to mess with his livelihood; the outwardly tough but inwardly hollow Takar was not someone anyone wanted to provoke.

"Hey, Rookie, are you giving up? Don't forget the money you owe me!"

Seeing Chen's laid-back demeanor, Chekhov was immediately irked and started angrily slamming the table.

After all the effort I put in, and even losing a valuable antique rifle, you show such an attitude—how is that fair to me?

Chen Fei spread his arms and shrugged his shoulders, his response surprising everyone.

"Too easy!"

"@#￥%&"

Rival applicant Sanjani paused his calculations, incredulously turned his head towards Chen, somewhat unwilling to believe his own ears.

Too easy?!

What on earth is he talking about!

"Hey! Don't think you can fool me, once Chekhov gets really angry, the consequences will be very severe."

Big Bear clenched his fists, the size of casserole dishes, and clashed them together, producing a powerful thud.

"Rookie, think carefully before you speak!"

One of the pilots present couldn't help but worry for Chen, fearing that once the squadron leader went berserk, the situation might become uncontrollable.

Chen nonchalantly said, "There are two answers!"

Although he majored in economics, not mathematics, in the field of economics, there is no lack of need for calculations, and the amounts are not small.

For Chen, such a brainteaser in mathematics was clear-cut after hearing the question.

"This isn't possible!!!"

Although the other applicant, Sanjani, was in the midst of a concerted effort to calculate, he still spared some attention to Chen, even secretly hoping that this young man would just give up.

Whether it was Takar or Sanjani, they actually quite believed in this.

But... it was useless!

Their family's water pipe was more than sufficient.

"Two?" Squadron Leader Chekhov was somewhat surprised, then he jutted his chin toward Chen Fei, completely relaxed, leaned back in the chair behind him, and coldly smiled, "The answer!"

I've roamed the Jianghu for over forty years and have never encountered such blatant boasting.

Chen Fei raised an index finger and said, "The first answer, 888+88+8+8+8=1000!"

This is the easiest method of foolish calculation, starting with the largest numbers and trying several times until finally arriving at the desired answer.

Sanjani, who was competing for the pilot position with Chen Fei, was using this exact method, it was just that he hadn't found the correct path yet.

Upon hearing Chen Fei casually throw out the first answer, Sanjani trembled, growing increasingly frantic in his calculations. Despite the weather not being hot, actually being somewhat cool, he was already drenched in sweat.

He couldn't lose, couldn't lose to this guy!

"The second answer, (8888-888)÷8=1000, it's that simple!"

Chen Fei clapped his hands and upgraded from simple addition and subtraction to using all four operations, a mere first-grade elementary level of math. After all, he had graduated from college, how could he be stumped by such an easy question?

In Chen's homeland, higher education had only started leading extensively in the last decade, but the basic compulsory education from kindergarten through high school had matched international top-tier noble education since the founding of the nation, completely outclassing students from other countries.

Almost the entire world knew how terribly fierce these elementary students were academically, dominating globally, never defeated, often crushing higher levels with ease, terrifyingly effortless!

"Ah!~"

Suddenly, Sanjani screamed, his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed to the ground, foaming at the mouth.

Chen Fei turned his head to look, without any sense of schadenfreude, only slightly surprised that he hadn't even exerted much effort and his opponent had already collapsed.

It was an utterly unsatisfying victory.

"Sanjani! Sanjani!"

Seeing this, human resources manager Takar hurried over and pinched this fellow countryman's philtrum.

The pinch was a bit vicious, drawing blood immediately, but the effect was instantaneous. The passed-out villager moaned and slowly came to, overwhelmed with grief, and began to wail, "I don't accept this!"

He hadn't figured it out yet, but Chen had already given two answers, overwhelming the dark-skinned man significantly; a college student crushing a kindergartner.

"We don't even need to bother with the third question, the new member of the 'Genuine Fragrance' Combat Flight Squadron is..."

Squadron Leader Chekhov didn't bother with Sanjani, who was still laying on the ground, and pointed crisply at Chen Fei.

"Pilot codenamed 'Rookie,' yes, you, don't run, if you run, you pay back the money!"

Murder for life, debts repaid in cash, no money sell yourself, sell yourself to work, work to pay debts. Major Chekhov's slick operations mirrored Chen's credit loan company with a resemblance that no matter how far Monkey King could leap, he couldn't escape the palm of Buddha's hand, always ending up working for him.

The so-called "Dragon Slayer Missile," a KDK-1 jet-driven hypersonic smart missile, landed in the hands of Chen, a newbie who couldn't be more of a rookie. It required some incredibly good luck. As a pilot, one couldn't not believe in luck, as hit rates in aerial combat were a matter of probability, and what is probability?

It's simply luck, like buying a lottery ticket, whether you win on your first ticket or it's the last one when everyone else already won, it's all the same odds.

It must be said, the Squadron Leader of the combat squadron was cunning and had set the trap early, just waiting for little Chen Fei to fall right into it.

Look, he even had a flight codename ready.

This Big Bear wasn't just all muscle and no brains, otherwise, how could he command the respect of his 'Genuine Fragrance' squadron mates.

The unlucky Sanjani was just like any other bystander, merely accompanying the run.

Whenever Chekhov mentioned money, Chen's calves would start to shiver.

As if calamities come all at once, his debts piled higher and higher, soon to breach the ten million mark, with no end in sight to paying them off, leaving his heart cold, and life seemingly unbearable.

During the interview, Sanjani howled again, angry, annoyed, and anxious, his eyes rolled back as he fainted once more.

"Hey, hey, Sanjani, wake up, don't scare me! Sanjani, Sanjani, open your eyes, don't pass out!"

Human resources manager Takar had no choice but to do the same again, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't wake a person pretending to faint.

Regarding Chekhov's decision, even though the human resources manager might be dissatisfied, he still couldn't oppose it. The reason he could interview Chen Fei and Sanjani together was that his authority was only limited to witnessing the event.

Actually, Chen joining the 'Genuine Fragrance' Combat Flight Squadron had already been predetermined; the interview was essentially just a formality to create a sense of ceremony. Wanting to change the mind of Emperor Chekhov, a dictatorial tyrant, was almost impossible.

Ever seen a fist as big as a sand pot?

Takar o(*°▽°*)o︴︴︴: Dare not, dare not!

"'Peanut Butter,' you scared Rookie!"

Short-haired girl Irinei Rusios chided, seizing the opportunity to hug Chekhov's arm, delighted.

Chekhov looked down at the plain Jane, feeling life was unbearable, having roamed the Jianghu for over forty years, she just wasn't his type!

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