"good."

The two walked towards the apron. When they passed the maintenance bay, the man inside poked his head out and said, "Engineer Shen, are you busy?"

Shen Buci glanced at Shi Qingruo and said, "Not busy."

"Then come and take a look at this fighter. It has overheated and caught fire on both sides while flying, and the engine parameters are abnormal."

“Okay.” Shen Buci rolled up his sleeves and stepped onto the ladder.

The man looked at Shi Qingruo, "A new engineer?"

"Yes, hello, Shi Qingruo, you will start work tomorrow." Shi Qingruo stretched out her hand and shook hands with him.

"Hello, Fang Zhigang. I'm mainly responsible for the maintenance of fighter planes. You can call me Old Fang."

Other people in the maintenance warehouse also greeted Shi Qingruo.

"Speaking of familiarity, you designers and test pilots are the most familiar with the aircraft. You can go and take a look too." Fang Zhigang pulled over another ladder and leaned it against the fuselage.

"Okay." Shi Qingruo picked up the gloves and put them on, then climbed up to check. Shen Buci on the opposite side just raised his head, and she asked, "Do you have any clues?"

You have to be able to design and maintain, otherwise you won’t know where the problem lies.

"The initial diagnosis is that the problem is with the two turbines. We need to dismantle the engine and take a look."

Shi Qingruo took a screwdriver from the toolbox next to her and scraped the gear with the head to make it turn slightly. "This is a single-engine fighter. The engine has been used for too long and its performance has declined. Judging from the new and old parts, it must have been repaired many times."

"The retired fighter jet's left and right trajectory should also have the problem of friction between the ballistic wall and the missile becoming thinner."

“Your judgment is correct. This fighter is most commonly used for training, and the ballistic wall has indeed become much thinner.” Shen Buci went down with her and asked Fang Zhigang and the others to dismantle the engine and help.

Shi Qingruo picked out the necessary tools from the toolbox and stuffed them into the pockets of his work pants.

Overalls are worn to store tools and resist dirt.

Shen Buci took the tools and handed them to her as needed.

They were busy until noon, when special soldiers came to bring them meals and watched them eat before leaving.

The body is the capital of revolution. Eight out of ten of these pilots don’t eat well, and five of them have stomach problems.

"Shi Gong and I won't eat. We have to go to the Aviation Medical Department to draw blood later, so we have to be on an empty stomach. We will go to the cafeteria by ourselves later." Shen Buci said.

Shi Qingruo nodded in agreement and continued to assemble the parts in his hands.

After finishing the outfit, Shen Buci stood up and stretched his muscles, took off his gloves, and reached out to Shi Qingruo who was still squatting on the ground, "Let's go."

Shi Qingruo also took off her gloves and held his hand.

Shen Buci pulled her up, and after letting go, he took the tools out of his big pocket and put them away, then turned around and saw her standing there motionless with a slightly strange expression.

"Are your legs numb?" he asked.

"Yeah." Shi Qingruo stood for a while and took out the tools.

Shen Buci took the tool from her hand, “Squatting for a long time will cause poor blood circulation, just stand for a while, you can bend your toes appropriately.”

Fang Zhigang looked up from the pile of parts and asked with a smile: "Mr. Shen, when did you become so considerate?"

"Am I not considerate?" He turned around and put all the tools away.

"Not as considerate as today. Are you feeling good after the first round of test flights of the new aircraft were successful?"

Shen Buci nodded, “It’s still a long way to go before I’m in a really good mood.”

Shi Qingruo moved his arms, listened to their conversation, and glanced at Shen Buci.

When Qing Ruo's legs were no longer numb, Shen Buci went to the Aviation Medical Building with her.

"At this point, there are only a few cakes left at most."