If the golden mass of the brain can indeed be deprived and endowed, it means a situation - the artificial creation of geniuses, the creation of core people, scientists, who play a decisive role in human civilization.

Scientist!

Yes.

Through the dazzling golden pellets like jewels, a rudimentary picture has emerged in Zhou Hai's eyes - in the future, a talent with extremely high talent and wisdom will grow into a cutting-edge scientist and contribute to the country.

Deprive the gold regiment for your own use?

No, you don't.

He is just a pilot with a dream of a blue sky, a fighter who guards the country's airspace, and a genius maker hidden behind the scenes.

The path of a scientist is not the path he wants to take.

However, the premise of the idea of this framework, the golden group, can indeed be deprived and given.

The students of the same grade standing next to him were a little embarrassed, and reminded Zhou Hai, who was thinking in a daze: "Zhou Hai? ”

"Uh-uh, okay, I'll be right over."

Hearing this, Zhou Hai quickly came back to his senses, smiled embarrassedly, nodded slightly, got up to return the salute, and said to Yang Miao: "Yang Miao, I'll go first." ”

"Okay." After Yang Miao returned the salute to the student of the same grade, he said nonchalantly.

After returning the books, Zhou Hai put on a heavy winter coat and a warm Lei Feng hat, left the library of the aviation school, faced the snowflakes flying in the sky, and went straight to the No. 4 teaching building.

Snow, always falling, never seems to stop.

School Building No. 4, Team Headquarters.

"Knock knock!" Zhou Hai stood in front of the team department, straightened his collar, and reached out to knock on the door gently.

Tan Gang's familiar voice came out: "Please come in." ”

"Captain, you're looking for me." Pushing the door in, he saw Tan Gang sitting on a chair, and Zhou Hai said.

Tan Gang smiled at Zhou Hai: "Yes, sit." ”

Closing the door casually, Zhou Hai sat directly opposite Tan Gang, his back straight, and his face serious.

"Regarding your application, the party committee of the school held a meeting to study and decide, and agreed to hold a separate assessment for you, and after passing, you can skip to the third year and start the study and training of flight simulators." Tan Gang took out a brand new and neat document from the confidential folder and handed it to Zhou Hai: "Take a look at this written document and sign it." ”

Taking the document and the black signature pen, Zhou Hai briefly browsed the written document of "Feizhi Professional Students Apply for Skipping Learning".

This is a unique written document, consisting of five blank columns: the name of the student, the head of the cadet team, the director of the political department, the party committee of the school, and the date, and the specific content of the application for skipping the grade has been written.

The whole school, this is the only one.

Because, Zhou Hai is the first flight student to apply for skipping a grade since the establishment of the school.

"Wow!" After browsing, Zhou Hai pulled his eyes to the bottom, picked up the pen, and signed his name in the name column.

Subsequently, Tan Gang took the document again, signed his name in the column of the chief officer of the cadet team, and wrote the word "agree".

"Wow!"

Put down the black signature pen, open the drawer, take out the exclusive seal of the flight cadet team with his right hand, the bottom is stained with bright red dye, his face is solemn and serious, and he is firmly printed in the column of the chief officer of the cadet team in the application form, leaving a red mark.

Red!

The red shines, and the red shines.

The name and seal are Tan Gang's affirmation and trust in Zhou Hai, and they are also firm support.

If there is a major accident due to skipping a grade, with the name and red seal of this application, Tan Gang will be held responsible and punished.

Carving the seal, Tan Gang picked up the application and put it in the blue confidential folder, and stood up: "Go, the director of the political department wants to see you." ”

"Yes." Zhou Hai stood up, followed behind Yu Tan Gang, and left the team headquarters.

The Political Department of the Aviation School is located in the core area, with three floors of the administration building, far away from the No. 4 teaching building.

Silent all the way.

More than ten minutes later, in the wind and snow, Zhou Hai and Tan Gang crossed the central campus and arrived at the administrative building.

Third floor, Office of the Director of the Political Department.

"Knock knock!" The two stood in front of the door, Tan Gang straightened his clothes, shook off the snowflakes on his body, and immediately reached out and knocked on the office door.

"Please come in." Inside the office, a slightly hoarse voice was heard.

"Hello Chief!"

"Hello Chief!"

Pushing open the door, the two of them walked into the office, their backs straightened, and saluted Li Jian, the director of the political department who was working on complicated documents on the desk.

In the office, the heating is conveyed, the decoration is simple, there is no imaginary modern style, but it is a little old.

Solid wood desks from some vintages, filing cabinets in the style of the nineties of the last century, slightly stained white walls, a regular drinking fountain, and a red phone and two black phones.

"Hello, you're Zhou Hai, right?"

Li Jian, who had the rank of colonel on both shoulders, showed a kind face to the two, put down the pen in his hand, got up and returned the salute, and said with a smile.

The rank of colonel is only one step away from the rank of general who can be called the glory of the ancestors.

The rank of general means that the status is prominent, and he has entered the real high-level sequence of the army.

"Yes, Chief." Zhou Hai's face was calm and nodded.

"Relax, don't be nervous, I'm looking for you today just to talk, come and sit here." Li Jian, who was about fifty years old and had white spots on his temples, made a gesture to Tan Gang, and then invited Zhou Hai to sit down.

Tan Gang realized, handed the blue confidential folder to the desk, and without hesitation, turned around and left the office.

Zhou Hai came to the desk and sat down according to Li Jian's instructions, with a straight posture, a calm face, and a bright gaze, not showing any timidity.

"Zhou Hai, to be honest, when I paid attention to you, I was surprised and pleasantly surprised by your performance. During the recruit training, you will go to the library of the aviation school every day, borrow books, learn professional knowledge on your own in advance, and perform well in the sixth accident of the first class, and win the third-class merit. ”

Li Jian looked at Zhou Hai, who was sitting in front of him, smiled, took out a stainless steel water cup from the drawer, and took a sip of water: "During the special training in Hai Province, you sacrificed yourself to save others and won the second-class merit again, and the head of the Air Force knows that our aviation school has produced a genius." ”

"Chief, you've complimented you."

Zhou Hai did not lose his mind because of this touting, his face was calm and straight.

Steady, rational, and a good seedling - seeing Zhou Hai's posture, Li Jian's eyes showed a look of satisfaction, and he made an evaluation in his heart.

"To be honest, your performance not only surprised me, but even the senior leaders of the party committee of the entire aviation school." Li Jian put down the stainless steel water cup and said softly: "Zhou Hai, why didn't you apply for Qingbei at the beginning, but chose to devote yourself to the profession of pilot, can you talk about it?" ”

"Report to the chief, because of dreams." Zhou Hai held his head high, looked directly into Li Jian's eyes with a blazing gaze, and responded.

The voice is powerful and calm, straight to the core.

PS: I just read the book review area, I didn't understand, some of the small bosses really didn't understand the meaning of the gold group, or the 'bar essence' type, can we look farther?

If you still don't understand the meaning and role of the golden group in this chapter, then you say fantasy, that's fantasy, anyway, I wrote mine.

Secondly, once upon a time I said that I wanted to write fantasy?

Forget it, I have a lot of thoughts in my heart, and I don't bother to reply.

Again, this is the war fantasy classification!

If you want to see the pure, without a trace of fantasy of the modern air force, please go to the school in March every year to register, participate in the pilot physical examination, if you pass, congratulations, you will go through four years of aviation school study, one year of higher education and one year of modification training, become the blue sky guardian of the motherland, experience the original taste of pilot life.

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