If the gold balls in the brain are indeed able to be deprived and given, this means a situation - artificially creating geniuses, creating core personnel who play a decisive role in human civilization, scientists.

the scientist!

Yes, that's right.

Through the dazzling golden pellet like a treasure, a prototype image has emerged in Zhou Hai's eyes - in the future, a talent with extremely high talent and wisdom has grown into a cutting-edge scientist and contributed to the country's strong dedication.

Deprive the gold group for your own use?

unnecessary.

He is just a pilot with a dream of a blue sky, a warrior guarding national airspace, and a talented maker hidden behind the scenes.

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

However, the premise of this framework's ideological method - the golden group can indeed be deprived and given.

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

"Uh uh uh, okay, I'll go there right away."

Hearing these words, Zhou Hai quickly came back to his senses, smiled embarrassedly, nodded slightly, stood up and returned the gift, and said to Yang Miao: "Yang Miao, I'll leave first."

"Okay." Yang Miao said indifferently after returning the gift to the student of the same grade.

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

The snow is always falling and never seems to be cut off.

Teaching Building No. 4, team headquarters.

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

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

"Captain, come to me." Zhou Hai said seriously when he pushed the door and saw Tan Gang sitting on the chair.

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

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

"About your application, after a meeting of the Party Committee of the school, we agree to hold a separate assessment for you. After passing, you can skip to the third grade and start the study and training of the flight simulator." Tan Gang took out a brand new and neat document from the confidential folder and handed it to Zhou Hai: "Look at this written document and sign it."

After taking the documents and a black signature pen, Zhou Hai briefly browsed the written documents of "Flying Finger Professional Students Apply for Skip to Study".

This is a unique written document, consisting of the student’s name, the head of the student team, the director of the political department, the school party committee, and five empty columns on the date. The specific content on applying for skipping the grade has been written.

This is the only one in the whole school.

Because Zhou Hai is the first flight student to apply for a grade skip since the founding of the school.

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

Afterwards, Tan Gang took the document again, signed his own name in the column of the head of the student team, and wrote the words of agreement.

"Hao!"

Put down the black signature pen, open the drawer, take out the exclusive seal of the Flying Students Team with your right hand, and the bottom is stained with bright red dye, and the face is solemn and serious. It is steadily printed on the column of the head of the Students Team for the application, leaving a red mark.

red!

The red is shining, the red is dazzling.

The name and seal are Tan Gang's affirmation and trust in Zhou Hai, and he is even more firmly supported.

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

After carving the seal, Tan Gang picked up the application form and put it in the blue confidential folder, stood up and said, "Let's go, the director of the Political Department wants to see you."

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

The political department of the Aviation School is located in the core area, with the third floor of the administrative building and is far away from the No. 4 teaching building.

Silence all the way, and remain silent.

More than ten minutes later, in the snow 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.

"Dongdong!" The two stood in front of the door, Tan Gang cleaned up his clothes, shook off the snowflakes on his body, and then reached out to knock on the office door.

"Please come in." A slightly hoarse voice came from the office.

"Hello, Chief!"

"Hello, Chief!"

Pushing open the door, both of them walked into the office, straightened their backs, and greeted Li Jian, the director of the political department who was handling complicated documents on his desk.

In the office, the heating is transported and the decoration is simple, without the modern style as imagined, but it is a bit old...

Some years of solid wood desks, filing cabinets in the 1990s style, white walls stained with a little stain, an ordinary drinking fountain, a red phone and two black phones.

"Hello, are you Zhou Hai, right?"

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

The rank of colonel is only one step away from being the rank of general who can be regarded as the glorious ancestors.

To be promoted means to have a prominent position and enter the true high-level military.

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

"Relax, don't be nervous. Today I'll come to you just to have a chat and come here to sit." Li Jian, who is about fifty years old, has white hair on his temples. He gestured to Tan Gang, and then invited Zhou Hai to sit down.

Tan Gang knew his intentions and handed over the blue confidential folder to his desk. Without hesitation, he turned around and left the office.

Zhou Hai came to the desk and sat down according to Li Jian's instructions. His posture was straight, his face was calm, his eyes were bright and he was not afraid at all.

"Class Zhou Hai, to be honest, when I pay attention to you, your performance surprised and surprised me. During the recruit training, you would go to the aviation school library every day, borrow books, teach yourself professional knowledge in advance, and perform outstandingly in the sixth accident in the first teaching, and win the third-class merit."

Li Jian looked at Zhou Hai sitting upright in front of him and 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. The Air Force leader knew that our aviation school had a genius."

"Chief, you praised me."

Zhou Hai was not ignorant by this praise, and said calmly.

Stabilizing and rational, he is a good seedling. Seeing Zhou Hai's posture, Li Jian's eyes showed satisfaction and made an evaluation in his heart.

"To be honest, your performance not only surprised me, but also the senior leaders of the entire aviation school party committee are the same." Li Jian put down the stainless steel water cup and said softly: "Zhou Hai, why didn't you apply for Tsinghua University and Peking University, but chose to join the profession of pilot. Can you talk about it?"

"Report to the leader because of a dream." Zhou Hai raised his head and his chest, looked straight into Li Jian's eyes with bright eyes and responded.

The sound is powerful and calm, pointing directly to the core.

PS: I just read the book review area, but I didn’t understand it. Some of the bosses really didn’t understand the meaning of the golden group, or the “barrier” type. Can we look farther away?

If you still can’t understand the meaning and function of the golden group in this chapter, then you say fantasy, that’s fantasy, anyway, I’ll write mine.

Secondly, when did I say I want to write fantasy?

Forget it, I have a lot of thoughts in my mind and I am too lazy to reply.

Reiterate, this is a war fantasy classification!

If you want to see a pure modern air force without any fantasy color, please sign up at the school in March every year to participate in the pilot physical examination. If you pass, congratulations, you will be a blue sky guardian of the motherland after four years of aviation school study, one year of higher education and one year of modification training, and experience the original pilot life.

Finally, your cutest authors are labeled as iron blood and technical flow.

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