Chapter 150 This diplomat Ling seems quite narcissistic.

A group of people had just arrived at the laboratory hall.

The staff member guarding the door spotted Ling Yuanyi immediately.

He hurried over to greet them, his face full of respect:

"Diplomat Ling, Lieutenant Colonel Ling said you've arrived and wants you to go to the conference room."

Professor Zhang and the others walking in front were slightly taken aback.

Everyone turned around and discovered that the Ling family's genius diplomat was actually mixed in with them.

Professor Zhang looked puzzled: "Comrade Ling, what's going on?"

Professor Zhang naturally knew Ling Yuanyi; the two had met several times before.

As for the others, most of them were focused on the competition and didn't really notice him.

Ling Yuanyi touched his nose, somewhat embarrassed, and said:

"Hehe... I just watched a play and thought we'd go together since we were going the same way."

As for what kind of play it was, most of the people present knew.

Jiang Feiyan raised an eyebrow, never expecting that the big shot she was looking forward to would look like this.

He is quite handsome, but he seems a bit cynical.

"Professor Zhang, you're busy, I'll head over now."

Ling Yuanyi glanced at Jiang Feiyan one last time before leaving.

The two of them made eye contact.

Ling Yuanyi immediately looked away.

Jiang Feiyan was somewhat confused.

Why is this diplomat looking at her so strangely...?

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On the other side, in the conference room.

Ling Yuanjie frowned when he saw Ling Yuanyi enter.

This kid said he'd be here soon, but I didn't expect to keep him waiting for so long.

"Cough, brother... how are you?" Ling Yuanyi quietly sat down next to him and whispered.

Ling Yuanjie glanced at him indifferently: "The talks are almost over."

Ling Yuanyi breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."

He was ready to leave soon and wanted to spend more time with that girl.

After the conversation ended and Ling Yuanjie saw the guests off, Ling Yuanyi couldn't wait to leave.

Ling Yuanjie stopped him: "Yuan Yi, where are you going?"

Ling Yuanyi said, "I'll go outside and take a look. That girl from before is probably still here."

Ling Yuanjie couldn't help but frown: "What's wrong with you? You don't actually have a crush on her, do you?"

Ling Yuanyi was speechless: "My brother! What nonsense are you talking about!"

That girl looked only sixteen or seventeen, while I'm a full ten years older than her. Do you think I'm that kind of beast?!

Ling Yuanjie looked at him suspiciously: "Then why are you paying so much attention to her?"

"I've already told you, she looks like our mom."

Ling Yuanyi's eyes shone brightly, as if he were reminiscing about something, and he whispered:

"Brother, I just saw her smile."

That look...it's exactly the same smile my mother had when she was young.

Ling Yuanjie was taken aback: "Does it really look that similar?"

He had only glanced at the other person's profile; he hadn't looked closely.

Ling Yuanyi nodded quickly: "Yes! I'm not lying to you, why don't you come with me and take a look?"

Hearing this, Ling Yuanjie was somewhat tempted.

He has never seen his mother smile since his younger sister, who was just born 17 years ago, passed away.

"Brother, don't hesitate, let's go!"

With that, Ling Yuanyi pulled Ling Yuanjie and walked out.

......

at the same time.

Jiang Feiyan is experiencing an old, decommissioned bomber.

She wasn't originally qualified.

When Professor Zhang was showing her around the hall, they ran into an old friend.

This person was once an outstanding air force pilot who flew various types of aircraft, including bombers, and made outstanding contributions in previous battles.

During their casual conversation, Professor Zhang also introduced Jiang Feiyan to him.

After hearing that Jiang Feiyan was also interested in pilots, and after the two talked about similar topics, it was discovered that Jiang Feiyan was also very knowledgeable in this area.

The old friend pointed to the largest, decommissioned bomber in the middle and invited her to go up and experience it.

Jiang Feiyan was so excited that she didn't even pretend to refuse and quickly climbed up.

There's no way around it, those bombers are just too attractive to her!

To be able to ride in a bomber in her lifetime was her dream!

Although the bomber is scrapped and cannot be started, some of its functions can still be performed.

Following the method taught to her by Teacher Gu, Jiang Feiyan turned on the relevant buttons one by one.

The entire sequence flowed naturally and smoothly, without any awkwardness.

His old friends watching from the side couldn't help but nod in agreement.

This girl is indeed quite smart; she handled the operation so smoothly on her first try. She has the makings of a good pilot.

So, he started undermining the team right to their faces:

"Hey, Lao Zhang, you just said this girl is practically your student, does that mean she's not very good at design?"

"Or how about this, I'll just have her switch careers and become my student. She has the talent to be a pilot; it shouldn't be wasted."

"Hmph, you wish! She already has a teacher, and that person is very capable."

Professor Zhang looked at the girl not far away and said with admiration:

“This girl is studying both aeronautical design and piloting at the same time. She wants to do both. She is an ambitious child.”

Hearing this, the old friend could only nod regretfully: "In that case, her path will be much more difficult than that of ordinary people. I hope she can persevere."

......

When Ling Yuanjie followed his younger brother Ling Yuanyi into the hall.

I spotted Jiang Feiyan operating the bomber at a glance.

A brightly lit hall, a bustling crowd.

The sunlight outside the window refracted through the glass onto her face, as if coating it with a halo.

It made the girl's delicate face stand out even more beautifully and elegantly.

At that moment, Ling Yuanjie seemed to see his elegant mother in her youth.

His heart couldn't help but race.

He strode forward, eager to investigate whether it was true or not.

"Brother, brother..." Ling Yuanyi quickly caught up with him, tugging at his sleeve and saying, "What's wrong with you? Why are you walking so fast?"

Hearing his younger brother's words, Ling Yuanjie suddenly realized what was going on.

His steps faltered.

Ling Yuanjie frowned, feeling somewhat annoyed.

What's wrong with him...?

How could someone mistake a strange young girl for their mother...?

Seeing that his usually calm and collected older brother had lost his composure.

Ling Yuanyi glanced at Jiang Feiyan again and immediately understood.

"See? I told you that girl looks a lot like our mom, but you didn't believe me."

"Hmm." Ling Yuanjie hummed in response, but his gaze couldn't help but drift back to the girl not far away.

Seeing his reaction, Ling Yuanyi smiled and said, "Brother, Professor Zhang is over there, let's go over and say hello."

"Okay," Ling Yuanjie replied in a deep voice.

As the two went over to greet each other, Jiang Feiyan happened to get off the bomber.

Professor Zhang quickly waved to her: "Feiyan, come here quickly, let me introduce you to the two geniuses of the Ling family!"

"They're here!" Jiang Feiyan strode over and smiled brightly at the Ling family twins in front of her.

"I've long admired your names. My name is Jiang Feiyan. It's a pleasure to meet you both."

Seeing her smile, Ling Yuanjie and Ling Yuanyi were both startled.

The two were puzzled: What's going on...?

Looking closer, it looks more and more like my mother?

In just a second or two, Ling Yuanjie regained his composure.

He said calmly, "Hello, I am Ling Yuanjie."

As I said before, the world is full of wonders, and this is just an illusion; he shouldn't take it to heart.

"Hello, Little Flying Goose, I am Ling Yuanyi."

Ling Yuanyi, thinking himself very cool, flicked his hair in front of his forehead and grinned, showing off his big white teeth.

Jiang Feiyan couldn't help but twitch her lips.

Little Flying Goose? Are they that close?

This diplomat seems quite narcissistic, huh...