Chapter 285 Are You Sure?

After a class, everyone feels the same as when they first got off the multi-axis training device. They are all spinning. Steve speaks very fast, like a machine gun, and he can't wait to share all the research results related to the Saturn 5 launch vehicle. In just one hour, it was all stuffed into the heads of the students.

The fat man looked like he was about to cry within less than ten minutes, and he didn't even have time to pick up the pen cap that fell on the floor, but this time there was someone with a worse complexion than him, a strong man named Anthony , Since he got the textbook, his forehead has been sweating coldly, and he wiped it again and again.

The middle-aged man with the appearance of an intellectual kindly handed over a piece of paper, but the strong man named Anthony didn't pick it up, his eyes were fixed on the structure diagram of the three-stage rocket on the page, looking in a daze , In fact, it's not just him, the high school students also don't have the high-spirited look they had before, and keep scratching their heads.

The girl next to Zhang Heng was more straightforward, closing the book directly, leaning on the back of the chair, and complaining in a low voice.

"Tsk tsk, it's full of professional English vocabulary. I don't even have a proper translation at hand. Who can understand it?"

Players who dare to choose a single-player dungeon generally have a certain language foundation, and English, as the world's most common language, is naturally the first language players will learn to master.

But everyone's level of mastery is different. Daily communication is OK for everyone, but like now, once it involves relatively uncommon content, it's time to test everyone's vocabulary reserve.

The English proficiency of high school students is undoubtedly much better than that of their peers, and he is also an aerospace enthusiast and knows the spelling of a lot of professional vocabulary. However, he still struggles a little in Dr. Steve's class, but compared Anthony's strong man has completely entered the blind stage.

The middle-aged man with the appearance of an intellectual remained unchanged, and he still looked as slow as before, but what surprised Zhang Heng the most was the young man who had always been weak. Still taking notes quickly.

The girl on the side saw that Zhang Heng was paying attention to the young man, and poked her head over. At this time, Dr. Steve was turning his back and writing on the blackboard the internal pressure of the J2 engine and the oxidant consumption rate. The girl's chest Intentionally or unintentionally, he pressed on Zhang Heng's shoulder, and the air exhaled from his nasal cavity made the back of Zhang Heng's neck a little itchy, "It's true, it's not just for pretending, maybe there are only some obscene things in his notebook. The stick figure of..."

The weak young man seemed to have heard the girl's words, and turned his head to grin at her, showing a somewhat frivolous smile.

The latter was startled, and immediately retreated behind Zhang Heng, and whispered in someone's ear after a while, "I don't like him, I'm afraid he is not a good person in the real world, and that That uncle over there, I've seen a lot of guys like this in the workplace, he looks gentle and considerate on the surface, but I know what he's thinking."

Zhang Heng's eyes still stayed on the blackboard, and he didn't say anything.

The girl continued, "But I can see that you are different from them. Although you look the most vicious on the outside, you are actually a good person deep down..."

"Are you sure?" Zhang Heng finally shifted his gaze from the blackboard to the girl, and said calmly, "Unfortunately, I have killed many people, including children who were underage, elderly people who were dying, and wives who are still alive. There are young soldiers waiting for him to go home, and there are also fishermen who are begging for a living at sea. In fact, I don’t remember how many people I killed, how much blood was stained on my hands, and I honestly don’t care too much later.”

The girl's smile became a bit forced, "But those are just things that happened in the copy, right? You have to do it, but in real life..."

"You don't know what kind of person I am in real life, just like I don't know what kind of person you are in real life." Zhang Heng interrupted the other party's words unceremoniously, and paused, "But I can probably guess what you want to do, I can only say that you chose the wrong target, if I were you, you would not waste time on me, and if you don't mind, please keep quiet, you If you don’t want to attend the class, there are other people who want to attend the class.”

After Zhang Heng said the last word, Dr. Steve also turned around and grabbed his messy hair, "... Well, the data of the J2 engine is like this. You can compare it with the F1 engine at the rear. Below Let's look at the interstage ring again, which contains 8 small rocket motors, which can separate the ring from the second stage rocket, and is an important part of the Saturn V..."

After more than an hour, Zhang Heng finally got the long-lost cleanliness again. His warning seemed to have worked. The girl no longer pestered him, and there was no more vague physical contact, and no more ear-splitting. With the soft words on the side, Zhang Heng can finally focus all his attention on the textbook in his hand.

By the time Dr. Steve finished his lecture, it was already 6:22 in the afternoon, and the old man dragged the class for a full 22 minutes, "...then let's go here first." After speaking, everyone Unanimously looking forward to the last sentence, he closed the lesson plan, pushed open the door of the conference room and left gracefully.

All the players in the conference room were also relieved. Even the young people who seemed to be serious in listening to the lectures couldn't hold on in the end. They studied intensively for more than two hours and kept filling their heads with new knowledge. Everyone feels tired.

The burly man named Anthony stood up from his seat and stretched himself. At this time, a short bald man walked in from the door, and under the dull eyes of everyone, he pointed the rocket on the blackboard. The physical principles of propulsion were erased, but the first chapter was left behind, and then he picked up the chalk and wrote the words Introduction to Spaceflight Engineering Technology, smiling.

"Hello everyone, I know you are short on time, so I will skip the self-introduction, and welcome to the engineering class."

"Wait a minute, wait a moment, did you go to the wrong place?" the feeble young man said feebly.

The bald man glanced at his watch, "Oh, there are still seven minutes, but today's content is more, I think we can start a little earlier."

"But the problem is... we haven't had dinner yet." The middle-aged man with the appearance of an intellectual said with a wry smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, a dining car was pushed in from the outside.

"It's okay, you can listen to me while eating." The bald man said thoughtfully.

What day was yesterday? Wasn’t yesterday the tenth day of the Lunar New Year? What else could it be?