After the teacher make complaints about the Tucao, Zheng Zhirong is reliable about his future. He can not help but remind him to ask Xu himself to ask: "Chen Feng, I think you should take the initiative to raise it, and tell me that your synchronization rate is not fast enough, and ask him if he can help you solve it. This is all about your entire career as a pilot."

Chen Feng is not nervous. He can feel the seriousness of his promise, whether he is in contact with the school or just after practice. Such a person who breaks away from playing games will sink down to teach people Kung Fu, which is enough to show that he treats them with heart.

So Chen Feng tried to persuade Zheng Zhirong: "this is not urgent. I can feel that master is teaching me seriously. It is not so easy to improve the synchronization rate. If he can, he will help me deal with it. Even if I can't, I can accept it. There is no need to urge my master."

"Well, since you are confident, I won't say much." Chen Feng's full confidence moved Zheng Zhirong and stopped pestering the topic.

Having said this, Nangong Mengdie got up and walked into her inner room, and reminded Chen Feng and Zheng Zhirong to take an early rest: "it's very late. Go to bed soon. You and Mr. Xu must have more to learn tomorrow. Take time to recover your energy.".

Chen Feng hardly had a rest in the day. She was very tired. She simply washed her head and fell on the bed. She fell asleep within seconds.

"This guy looks really tired." Looking at Chen Feng, who quickly fell into a deep sleep, Zheng Zhirong chuckled to help him cover the quilt, so as not to catch a cold and affect his later study.

Then Zheng Zhirong was alone for a while. Now Chen Feng finally has a famous teacher as his guide. Moreover, this famous teacher can help him solve the problem of slow promotion of synchronization rate. I believe that Chen Feng will have a substantial improvement in both synchronization rate and martial arts skills in the near future.

And Zheng Zhirong is very clear that now he is only ahead of Chen Feng. If Chen Feng advances by leaps and bounds, he will soon be overtaken by Chen Feng and become the bottom of several people. This kind of taste is not good.

Thinking about it, Zheng Zhirong tightly clenched his fist and secretly swore: "I will start to work harder. My master is Lang ba. He taught me so many skills. He was lazy and didn't like to practice. I can't be left behind by others."

After the oath, Zheng Zhirong also climbed into bed and began to rest. When he got up tomorrow, he would have to practice guixinfa and various martial arts taught by Lang Ba again, at least to keep pace with the progress of others.

When Chen Feng woke up, he found that Zheng Zhirong on the bed beside him had disappeared. Even Nangong Mengdie in the inner room seemed to have gone out. Chen Feng did not find anyone around, and there was no delay. He rushed to the simulator room to look for the promise.

In fact, Nangong Mengdie was caught by Zheng Zhirong and trained together. In order to better understand the martial arts taught by Lang Ba, Zheng Zhirong asked Nangong Mengdie as his companion to help him practice all these important skills.

For Zheng Zhirong's request, Nangong Mengdie has no reason to refuse. She also has many martial arts skills that have not yet mastered. It is time for someone to help her consolidate. Zheng Zhirong's idea coincides with her. They do not wake up Chen Feng, who is tired but not awake, quietly leaves for the training ground to start practicing.

Chen Feng went to the simulator room, so he didn't meet them. When he arrived at the simulator room at the appointed time, he saw that Mr. Xu was lying in a simulator drinking wine.

"I'm sorry, master. I seem to be late?" Chen Feng quickly ran in, no matter three seven 21 first apologized again, oneself is to study, how can be later than the teaching person to come.

Promise but a long sigh, a look of life can not love: "you are not late, but I stayed here last night, the main base of the Southwest Military Region is really boring, there are no interesting places, simply can't pass."

Chen Feng didn't know how to answer the promise. He could see that the master was in a bad mood now. It seemed that the result of his solo exploration last night was very boring. He was so bored that he spent the whole night in the simulator room.

"Come on, let's start training quickly. After teaching you earlier, I can go back earlier. It's boring." He promised to put away his favorite wine and told Chen Feng to start training. He couldn't stay in this boring main base for half a minute.

Chen Feng didn't dare to delay coming to the simulator next to promise to drill in. He promised to start a new round of teaching for Chen Feng immediately. They drove the simulator to simulate a formal battle, and let Chen Feng deepen his experience of life-threatening serial guns in the battle.

However, due to the promise that he was very unhappy last night, his heart was filled with anger. When he was training with Chen Feng, he inadvertently released it. He almost put all his strength into driving the simulator, which made Chen Feng, as his opponent, miserable.

Considering that Chen Feng has promised to teach him in the Southwest Military Region, since this master is not satisfied with his life in the main base, let himself vent his resentment.

With such an idea, Chen Feng forced himself to stick to it. Even though the simulator he was driving became more and more powerful, he still insisted on using the skills of lethal serial gun to catch up with the pace of the promise simulator to attack. The two beam rifles played a role to the greatest extent, and managed to cause some damage to it.The continuous high-intensity training caused great pressure on Chen Feng's spirit. He made rapid progress in understanding the life-threatening serial gun, but soon he reached his own limit. The strength and speed of the simulator fell down, and he could not go any further.

"Well? Not so fast? Shouldn't it? " Promise the first time to detect the decline of Chen Feng's state, with his understanding of Chen Feng should not reach the limit so soon.

After thinking about the promise, she realized that she did not control her emotions well and used too many superb skills to drive the simulator, which made Chen Feng unable to bear fast on the way to catch up with her.

"Stop, take a rest first." Promise to call out in time to stop practice, since it has exceeded the limit, then continue to cause damage to the body, or first restore the state.

Chen Fengli immediately broke away from the control of the simulator, lying in the cockpit panting, promising that the skills of the pilot a were too strong. Even if he only avoided defense and did not attack, it was very difficult to judge the ghost's position, and let his Beam Rifle keep up with his speed. All these things alone had made him almost collapse.

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