"By the way, Jiang Yan Hai, you said you'd never received systematic training, but you don't look like it?" Zheng Bei asked.
Over there, Song Fei was looking through the question bank.
"I never received systematic training, but my training methods were very simple and brutal." Jiang Yan Hai paused for a long time before finally finding an appropriate description.
Simple and brutal. That was a fair description, right?
Give someone countless lives and toss them straight into a real helicopter. If they survived, good for them; if they died, they went again. With the agonizing pain of death, throw anyone in there—even someone who knew nothing at all—and have them die ten times a day for a month. They would definitely learn how to fly.
Yes, that was right. Their teaching was just that simple and brutal—extremely hardcore! Truly hardcore!
"Simple and brutal?" Zheng Bei was completely dumbfounded. Pilot training could be simple and brutal?
"Didn't I tell you, Instructor? Throw them into the co-pilot seat and have them memorize the instruments during flight. If they couldn't remember, do a lateral roll... After that, they had to memorize the instruments and other required indicators while rolling."
"The pilots over at our place... you know, they weren't very good at teaching." Jiang Yan Hai recalled the expression Song Kai Fei had worn when he had tried to mess with him.
Zheng Bei: "..." That was teaching? Are you sure that wasn't suicide?
"Alright, we can begin now, right? I'll start with some simple math problems," Zheng Bei said.
"No problem." Jiang Yan Hai nodded readily.
That afternoon, in the experimental class.
"Hey, have you heard? Apparently, a new recruit is joining us?" Guan Huai wore a thoroughly gossiping expression.
"Guan Huai, where did you hear that? Is it reliable?