I Am Just a Support Teacher

As the centrifuge increased its load, the faces of the two people in the centrifuge training cabin became more and more deformed.

　　 7.3, 7.4, 7.5...7.8...8.0.

　　As the speed of the centrifuge is getting faster and faster, the load number is getting bigger and bigger.

　　 Soon, the load increased to 8.0.

　　 At this time, Liu Yong was already feeling very difficult. By this time, his eyes had grayed out, and his entire facial muscles had been completely deformed.

　　 Compared to Liu Yong, the students from the Yang teacher's class on the other side are better.

　　 "Press directly to the limit."

　　 At this time, many people have already noticed that the students in the Yang division class are obviously better than fighter pilot Liu Yong.

　　 After the 8G load increased, the speed of the centrifuge did not stop, but increased.

　　 In just two or three seconds, the overload in the training cabin reached 8.8. At this time, the fighter pilot Liu Yong's anti-G capacity had reached its limit.

　　 He just persisted for less than three seconds, and then he fainted.

　　 At the same time, in the other warehouse, the student from Yang's class was still awake except for his face deformed and gasping for breath.

　　 But at this time, the person in charge of operating the centrifuge has already pressed the stop button.

The overload of 　　 centrifuge also directly drops from 8.8　G quickly. Soon it dropped below 2G.

　　 At this time, Liu Yong, who had fainted, also quickly woke up.

　　 Compared to him, the student from the Yang Teacher's Class on the other side just gasped for breath, and then returned to normal appearance.

　　 "Awesome, so amazing, I even compared Lao Liu."

　　 The main control room, seeing this situation, several fighter pilots couldn't help but marvel.

　　 "This student is really a good material for flying fighters."

　　 "The centrifuge has stopped, let's go and see the situation."

　　 After the centrifuge stopped, a group of people split into two waves and came outside the two training cabins.

　　 Soon, the two people in the training cabin were helped down.

　　 "How do you feel?" a pilot asked the student of the Yang Class who came out of the training cabin.

　　 "It's good, but it hasn't reached my limit yet." The student of the Yang Division said to the pilot.

　　 "What's your name?" the pilot asked the student from the Yang Class.

　　 "My name is Zhou Mo, Mo that is unnecessary." Said himself to the pilot on the weekend.

　　 "Hello Zhou Mo, my name is Ge Jun, you are amazing! Even better than me." Pilot Ge Jun gave Zhou Mo a thumbs up.

　　 "Zhou Mo, you are very good, come to our army after graduation." Another pilot said to Zhou Mo.

　　 "There is a chance." Zhou Mo nodded.

　　 At this time, several people came over with Liu Yong who came out of the training warehouse on the other side.

　　 "You are great, my name is Liu Yong, what is your name?" Liu Yong asked Zhou Mo.

　　 "His name is Zhou Mo," said a pilot on the side.

　　 "Old Liu, how does it feel to be defeated by a student?" A pilot teased Liu Yong.

　　 "Fuck off, you are not as good as me."

　　 After speaking, Liu Yong looked at Zhou Mo again, and then said: "I have graduated and come to our flight team, I will cover you."

　　 "There is a chance." Zhou Mo could only nod his head.

　　 "Zhou Mo, are your classmates as good as you?" At this time, the uniformed youth asked Zhou Mo.

　　 At the beginning, they said that they could persist for ten seconds under 9G overload, and the youth in uniform would not believe it.

　　 But after the situation just now, he was a little convinced.

　　 "Almost, all of us can persist for 5 seconds in 9.6G overload, and 9G overload should not be a problem for ten seconds.

　　 But the best one of us is Yang Long, he can hold on for three seconds in overload. "Zhou Mochao said, the youth in uniform.

　　 "?" Hearing this number, everyone was shocked.

　　 Ah, it is almost close to 11G, which is not comparable to 9G.

　　As a fighter pilot, Liu Yong's limit is only 8 o'clock, and a student can hold on for 3 seconds under overload. How can this not be shocking.

　　 "Who is Yang Long?" A pilot asked all the students in the Yang division.

　　 "I'm Yang Long." Among the students in the Yang teacher's class, a strong student stood up and replied.

　　 "Can you withstand the load for 3 seconds?" the young man in uniform asked Yang Long.

　　 "Yes, that was my test result in Dazhou Experimental Middle School a few months ago. I should be able to withstand the 11G load for 3 seconds now." Yang Longchao said to the youth in uniform.

　　 "Huh! The tone is not small." A pilot said to Yang Long, but his gaze at Yang Long was full of admiration.

　　Since the student in front of me is recognized as the best among these students, I think it’s definitely not bad.

　　 "Yang Long, go up and try? Test your limits?" At this time, the middle-aged man operating the centrifuge asked Yang Long.

　　 "Good!" Yang Long nodded.

　　 Since it was the limit of Yang Long, the other compartment of the centrifuge was not available.

　　 After the staff helped Yang Long to fasten the safety measures, he replaced the warehouse door.

　　 Then, everyone left the venue together and headed for the main control room.

　　 At this moment, a middle-aged man about fifty years old walked in from outside.

　　 "Director."

　　 "Hello Director!"

　　 This middle-aged man is the director of the Air Force recruitment office who asked the young men in uniform to bring the students from the Yang division class to test-Qu Weiguo.

　　 "Has the test begun?" Qu Weiguo asked the youth in uniform.

　　 "Director, a student has already been tested."

　　 Military uniform youth Chao Qu Weiguo said: "Just now Zhou Mo and Liu Yong had a test together. In the test, Liu Yong did not beat Zhou Mo."

When 　　 was speaking, he also pointed Zhou Mo to Qu Weiguo.

　　 "Compete with Liu Yong~www.ltnovel.com~Liu Yong?" Hearing the words of the youth in uniform, Qu Weiguo was suddenly surprised.

　　 He looked at Liu Yong who was aside.

　　 "Ahem!" Seeing Qu Weiguo look at him, Liu Yong coughed awkwardly and said, "Well, Zhou Mo is better than me. I'm dizzy with 8.8G overload, and he's not dizzy.

　　 "Is it so powerful?" Qu Weiguo was shocked when Liu Yong admitted.

　　 "Director, Zhou Mo said that they can all hold 9.6G load for 5 seconds. I think they should be able to do it. We are testing them now."

　　 "Okay, what a seedling!"

　　 Qu Weiguo was overjoyed when he heard the words of the youth in uniform.

　　 If these students can resist 9.6G overload, then they are born to drive fighter jets.

　　 This kind of physical quality, let alone their excellent grades, even if they fail in some grades, they can be ignored.

　　 "Director, one of them is a student named Yang Long. It is said that he can hold on to 11G overload for 3 seconds without wearing an anti-G suit. We are now testing him."

　　 "What, 11G?" Qu Weiguo was shocked when he heard this.

　　 What is the concept of 11G? I am afraid that only long-term trained aerobatic pilots and astronauts can reach the peak.

　　 There is no such thing as a physical quality!

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