3410: Are You Making Fun of Me? (1)

Are You Making Fun of Me? (1)

The master and disciple looked at each other. Ji Ying took a deep breath and said to Master Duanmu, "Master, please leave everything to me. I won't disappoint you!"1

With that, Ji Ying sat in the flight cabin.

With a bang, the fighter jet's door closed.

Everything was ready, and it was time to take off.

Everyone's attention was on Ji Ying.

If Ji Ying could take off, it would be an iconic victory for the entire Junwu Empire!

There was still blood on Elder Wu's head. He glanced at Master Duanmu angrily. "You actually hid this from us. Why didn't you say anything earlier?"

Master Duanmu looked at the blood on Elder Wu's forehead and felt a little guilty. "I really didn't dare to reveal it earlier because I haven't developed a method to mass-produce inscription propellers. Elder Wu, please forgive me."

Elder Wu snorted.

However, he was still proud of the achievement.

If Master Duanmu succeeded, then the Military Academy would be superior to Imperial College. From then on, Imperial College wouldn't dare to complain anymore and would stay in second place forever!

"Are you sure about this?" Elder Wu lowered his voice and asked Master Duanmu.

Master Duanmu was unprecedentedly confident. "Of course! Ji Ying and I experimented before!"

Elder Wu was even more delighted. He stroked his beard and nodded with a smile. "That's good. That's good."

Meanwhile, Feng Xun snuck up behind Feng Wu and patted her on the back.

"Xiao Wu."

Feng Wu turned around and was surprised to see Feng Xun and Xuan Yi. "What are you doing here? When did you arrive?"

Feng Xun said, "We've been here for a while and heard what Master Duanmu said."

Before Feng Wu could say anything, Feng Xun frowned. "I don't understand. How can you let them test their fighter jet?"

Feng Wu was confused. "Why not?"

Feng Xun said, "I think I know what's going on. The inscription propeller in Master Duanmu's hand is from the fighter jet that Mu Yan gave you before, right?"

Feng Wu smiled mysteriously.

Feng Xun said, "Don't laugh. Tell me now."

Feng Wu said, "Maybe?"

Feng Xun rolled his eyes at Feng Wu. "What do you mean 'maybe'? I know I'm right. I just don't understand. How can you let him do a flight test? What if they can fly it?"

Feng Wu shook her head. "They can't."

Feng Xun looked at Feng Wu in confusion. "How can you be so sure?"

Crossing her hands behind her back, Feng Wu smiled confidently. "I just am."

Feng Xun wanted to ask Feng Wu more questions, but he couldn't get anything out of her.

Meanwhile, everyone was looking at Ji Ying in confusion.

Wasn't the fighter jet supposed to take off? How long had it been? Why couldn't it fly?

"What's going on?"

"It can't fly?"

"But didn't Master Duanmu say confidently that it can definitely fly?"

Instantly, almost everyone turned to look at Master Duanmu.

Meanwhile, Master Duanmu was glaring at Ji Ying with a frown.

What was going on?!

Why wasn't the fighter jet taking off?!

In the cabin, Ji Ying was also dumbfounded.

What the hell?

The last time they tested it, the fighter jet could take off. Although it had only circled in the sky three times, it could still fly!

Ji Ying panicked and pressed buttons randomly.

However, no matter how hard he tried, the fighter jet just wouldn't take off.

"What's going on?" The crown prince stared at Master Duanmu with a dark face. "Are you making fun of me?"

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