Chapter 4 "He has to listen to you."

Meng Liyue never thought that one day, Li Fuzheng would not only remember her, but also recognize her as the approach control officer who once commanded him.

The timeline goes back to that thunderstorm night.

Meng Liyue and her fellow controllers were in charge of frequency 118.95, and they rushed to make a maneuver request before the other crews: "Apply for heading 060, I want to fly around from the south, Central South 8966."

The man's voice in the headphones sounded low and lazy, and her ears felt a little itchy.

After checking the weather radar from two minutes ago, Meng Liyue controlled his emotions and calmly gave the order: "South? The weather is bad here, change the course."

"I see a crack." Li Fuzheng's voice was calm, full of confidence and stability, "We can get through it."

Thunderstorm weather changes rapidly, and even with guidance from ground radar, controllers may not be able to make perfect decisions immediately.

Meng Liyue finally thought for a few seconds and made a prompt decision: "Agree to the request for a flyby."

As a result, the powerful Central South flight 8966 became the only flight that successfully landed in that half an hour.

Before he landed, Meng Liyue's night shift had already ended.

That night, there was a controller and a monitor at the control seat in each sector. They stood up, handed over to the next colleagues on duty, stared at the screen, and after five minutes of overlapping work and making sure there were no problems, they left work smoothly.

Meng Liyue came out of the control hall and stood in the corridor looking out. She saw the terminal building lit up by stars, but she could not see the runway.

The approach control hall of Hecheng Airport is not located in the control tower, but in an independent work building close to the airport, so she could not witness the scene when Li Fuzheng landed.

But I can imagine that scene.

"We don't have real-time weather radar in the control room, so I choose to trust your judgment."

At this moment, Meng Liyue and Li Fuzheng's eyes met, and she finally mustered up the courage to look him in the face.

The weather condition feedback she received from the control seat would be two or three minutes behind, but the aircraft had an onboard weather radar that was clear and detailed and very sensitive.

Even small isolated thunderstorms or gaps in good weather can be seen in real time.

Commanding an aircraft is not an exam; there is no standard answer. The relationship between pilots and air traffic controllers is never contradictory.

As an approach controller, she has the final say, but she will still consult the pilots.

"Is that so?" Li Fuzheng raised his eyebrows, "I understand."

What did he understand?

Meng Liyue was wondering when the students beside her who were confused by what she heard spoke up: "What do you mean? Are Meng Liyue and Li Fuzheng also colleagues?"

"The controller is the one who directs the landing of the plane, right? Meng Liyue, you are so amazing now!"

"Our class is pretty good. Three of us are doing this job?"

Li Fuzheng picked up the cup on the table and drank the water slowly without saying anything.

Meng Liyue, however, was surrounded by everyone and could only explain one by one: "Li Fuzheng and I are not colleagues. He is a pilot of an airline company, and we are from the Air Traffic Control Bureau."

"If you want to say commanding the landing, that counts as it, but I am responsible for commanding after reaching a certain altitude above the airport, which sometimes also includes approach procedures and guiding departures."

Li Fuzheng suddenly felt like laughing when he saw her explaining science in a serious manner.

He was misleading simply because he was too lazy to do scientific research. This girl really didn't know how to play tricks at all. She was so honest and answered whatever people asked her.

At this time, someone asked, "To put it simply, I will listen to you if I go to war."

There was no cause or consequence, just this one sentence, but it somehow brought out a sense of ambiguity.

Meng Liyue waved her hands in panic, her fair face slightly hot: "Not everything listens to me, sometimes..."

"Isn't it?" Li Fuzheng said calmly, but every word was enough to make people blush. "If you don't agree, I can only delay the procedure obediently."

He was just jokingly expressing the pilot's resentment towards the control, but Meng Liyue's heartbeat was still quickening and even his ears were burning.

She was hesitant and didn't know what to do when she heard a noise approaching the door, followed by the sound of high heels stepping on the floor, and someone pushed the door open.

The man was very aggressive and quickly found his target. He yelled at Meng Liyue: "You think you are so great now. You dare to bully Xia Pei? Apologize to her immediately!"

The girl who stood up for Xia Pei was called Ruan Ranguang. She was tall and dressed very delicately. In high school, she and Xu Moti were the three sisters with the best relationship. At the same time, they were also the most powerful small group that bullied Meng Liyue.

But Meng Liyue is no longer the timid little girl she used to be.

She looked at them calmly: "Xia Pei should apologize to me for slandering me for having plastic surgery."

"It was just a joke. Who told you to take it seriously? Don't be so sensitive. Besides, you have changed so much since high school. It's just a reasonable suspicion that you have had plastic surgery."

Ruan Ranguang was as proud and arrogant as he was back then.

It’s a pity that the old way of doing things no longer works.

"I heard that after you graduated, you became the mistress of a rich old man. He is old enough to be your father."

Meng Liyue said the most sarcastic words in the softest voice, and Ruan Ranguang's expression suddenly changed: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Just a reasonable suspicion, that's what you just said."

"you--"

"And unlike your rumors, Ruan Ranguang, that person's surname is Qiu, and his child is studying in Cambridge. He seems to be a difficult person to mess with. If he knew of your existence, he would probably fly back and skin you alive immediately."

Meng Liyue smiled.

Ruan Ranguang's previous arrogance disappeared in an instant. How could she know that all these secrets of hers would be exposed by Meng Liyue?

She originally thought that she would be the center of attention at this class reunion like she was in high school, but from the very beginning, she became the target of ridicule.

The students' expressions changed, and some of them showed some disgust.

She ignored their strange looks and said sarcastically, "It's none of your business. You should think about yourself first. You can't get married at your age!"

"After all, who would marry someone like you, a bastard who is not presentable? It's a pity that Moti didn't come today, otherwise, you should kowtow to her!"

These words cruelly revealed some scars on Meng Liyue's body.

They used this fabricated excuse to bully her wantonly and even joined forces with many others to isolate her.

It was they who caused Meng Liyue to suffer through three years of high school. The only bright color at that time was probably...

She didn't dare to go and see Li Fuzheng.

She was no longer afraid to face her former enemies again, but she was afraid to see in Li Fuzheng's eyes the disgust and contempt of those who had hurt her countless times.

"That's enough."

In the direction that Meng Liyue deliberately ignored, Li Fuzheng gently put down the cup. The movement was not big, but it was inexplicably shocking.

His tone was light but full of sarcasm: "He started bullying her in high school and still refuses to stop. There is no cure."