Chapter 7 "Girls are slow to react."

Tonight, Meng Liyue is at frequency 124.85.

She stared at the flight track on the automated system and pressed the PTT microphone to issue a command: "Zhongnan 6385, Hecheng approach, radar sighted, runway 02R, slow down to 180."

In the earphones, Li Fuzheng repeated accurately, his voice still as magnetic as ever: "Speed ​​up to 180, runway 02R, Central South 6385."

Meng Liyue's ears felt a little itchy, but her mood was not affected at all and she continued to guide other flights.

There are a large number of flights arriving and departing tonight. For the next ten minutes or so, there were continuous instructions without a break for almost a second.

"Southern 3547, you can extend the blind landing procedure to approach 02R, and establish a locale report."

"Eastern 5318, up to 2700, remove restrictions."

"Jixiang 1256, descending to 2400, slowing down by 210."

"Mandarin 9928, climb maintain 3000m."

Approach controllers need to have a very clear mind, super memory and concentration.

Otherwise, several aircraft will apply for approach in the channel at the same time. It is necessary to meet the vertical separation between these aircraft and ensure that they approach according to reasonable routes. Any error in the instructions will cause risks.

But Meng Liyue was fully focused and not nervous at all.

Before releasing the order, the controller had to conduct a stress test. During that period, she even dreamed about commanding an airplane. Her hair fell out in clumps and she even cried secretly in the toilet.

Fortunately, I made it through.

A moment later, it was Meng Liyue's turn to give command again: "Zhongnan 6385, altitude down to 18."

He had probably waited too long, and his voice became lazier: "Down height 18, Central South 6385."

"Zhongnan 6385, down to 15."

"Go down to 15, Central South 6385."

Although the voice beside her ear was enough to haunt her, as long as she entered the working state, Meng Liyue remained meticulous and gave clear instructions: "Zhongnan 6385, turn left heading 040, you can blindly land on runway 02R."

Li Fuzheng’s response was equally accurate: “Left turn 040, blind landing 02R, Central and Southern 6385.”

"Central South 6385, maintain 12 to establish a decline."

"Got it, keep 12, establish a slide, Central South 6385."

Meng Liyue glanced at the radar and gave a reminder: "Central South 6385, reduce speed by 160 and maintain the fifth side and five nautical miles. Don't go too far east."

"Speed ​​up to 160 and maintain five sides and five nautical miles. Why? Central and Southern 6385."

He was asking why not go too far east.

"Central South 6385, there is an activity area to the east."

In areas under the control of the Air Force, civil aircraft are required to vacate the airspace.

Li Fuzheng understood and asked no more questions.

He previously worked for a foreign airline and flew many international routes. Each country has different allocations of airspace and different rules and regulations. The requirements of CAAC are relatively the most stringent.

As a pilot, all you have to do is cooperate.

"Got it. I have another question to ask you. Zhongnan 6385."

"Zhongnan 6385, what's going on?"

It’s past ten o’clock, and the relevant units rarely check the recordings, but it’s better not to cause unnecessary trouble to Meng Liyue.

Li Fuzheng looked out the window at the city lights getting closer and closer, and the stars on the tower twinkling in the dark night. He placed his fingers on the joystick and raised the corners of his mouth slowly: "It's been handled, Zhongnan 6385."

He clearly said that it had been handled, but Meng Liyue understood better than anyone what he really wanted to say.

He wanted to ask if she had thought it through.

This realization came out of nowhere, but it was firm enough.

Meng Liyue glanced at the class teacher Mu Cheng next to her and confirmed that his face looked normal before she said in the calmest tone: "Central South 6385, if there are no problems, radar service will be terminated. Contact the tower 123.0. Goodbye."

"Contact tower 123.0, Central South 6385, goodbye."

On runway 02R, the huge Airbus A330 gradually approached. Today was a dual-pilot system, and the other one, who had just been promoted to captain, was in charge of the landing.

He felt the soft and smooth touch of the ground, turned his head with some excitement and said to Li Fuzheng in the left seat: "My kiss landing today was good, wasn't it?"

Kiss Landing is a compliment many pilots give to their landing skills, which means that the aircraft's landing load is very small and the aircraft's tires touch the ground steadily and lightly. At this time, the passengers on the plane will basically not feel any obvious turbulence.

The man in his thirties happily printed out the loadsheet, ready to commemorate the most perfect landing he had ever experienced since he was released from the captain's position.

However, looking at the 1.55 shown on the load list, he could no longer laugh and his expression became stiff.

Li Fuzheng glanced at him and said with a half-smile, "Are you sure this is Kiss Landing, not French Kiss?"

The other person could no longer laugh and wanted to cry but had no tears: "This shouldn't be the case..."

Li Fuzheng shook his head and said casually: "I held the stick for too long during landing."

Fortunately, the load of this landing has not reached the level that requires writing a report, otherwise the other party will only be more regretful of his momentary complacency.

Today, the four-legged round trip from Hecheng to Lhasa was completely completed. Li Fuzheng got off the plane and could start his 48-hour vacation.

As we got on the crew car and were about to leave the airport control area, he suddenly said, "Master, please stop at the door."

At five minutes past midnight, Meng Liyue was finally able to leave the command seat.

Mu Cheng, the head teacher who was also her mentor before she was released, went out with her. He smiled and said to her, "The traffic is so heavy tonight. There is no problem with your performance. You were born to do this."

Compared to the tower control that is familiar to the public, approach control is more difficult and also tests professional ability.

Mu Cheng is a second-level air traffic controller in his thirties with rich experience and strong ability. For Meng Liyue, who has just been promoted to a fourth-level air traffic controller, he is her next target.

Meng Liyue's lips curved up in a condescending arc: "I still have a lot to learn from you."

"When you first joined our group, I knew you could handle the pressure."

This statement is an understatement nowadays.

But for Meng Liyue, the six years from being a trainee controller in the tower to being assigned to the approach control room and working her way up to where she is today have been a process that has brought her great satisfaction but has also been quite torturous.

Mu Cheng may have long forgotten how he reprimanded her mercilessly at his seat when he was her teacher.

"I really don't understand how you could have done this."

"I suggest you play some brain games. Your reaction is too slow!"

"Your IQ is lower than that of your peers. You need to work harder, Meng Liyue."

"Meng Liyue, are you stupid? Girls are just slower in reaction."

Just because of what he said, "Girls' reaction ability is indeed a little slower", Meng Liyue would use paper progress sheets and simulation games to improve her professional skills at home except for necessary rest time.

This is how we have the Meng Liyue today, who has broken all gender discrimination and is praised for her abilities.

When Meng Liyue walked out of the office building, she saw the man under the street light without any preparation. Damn, why is he here?