"The commonly used anti-spin method is the three-center approach."
"That is, keep your feet flat, and the joystick in a neutral position left and right, and front and back, so that the rudder, aileron, and elevator are in a neutral position."
"Stop after you recover from the spin, and then increase the speed."
"The critical angle of attack of the new aircraft is 8 degrees greater than the theoretical critical angle of attack of previous fighters, which makes it more likely to cause a tailspin in actual operation."
"The last test flight was conducted by Lin Hangtian and Xiao Yu. You should have more experience. Please tell us the difference between experience and actual operation."
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After the theoretical class, which happened to be the time for training, Shen Buci put away the design draft on the table and walked to Shi Qingruo, "Let's go, let's go have lunch."
Shi Qingruo closed the notebook, stood up and walked out the door with him.
"Engineer Chen, I'd like to ask when the next test flight will be." Lin Hangtian came over and asked.
Shen Buci turned his head and said, "It should be after the Mid-Autumn Festival. You have been simulating the operation of changing out in the black vision state during this period, right?"
The second test flight was an anti-spin test. When the aircraft automatically rotates in an abnormal high-speed tailspin state, the pilot will enter a black vision state.
"Yes, I have had some discussions with other team members outside of training during this period, and I would like to talk to you two."
Shen Buci walked out the door, took the notebook from Shi Qingruo, and said, "Then let's talk while we walk."
"During a maximum rate of climb test flight..."
After walking all the way to the cafeteria and separating from several test pilots, Shen Buci and Shi Qingruo went to line up for food, and after eating, they returned to the dormitory for a nap.
When they reached the second floor, Shen Buci looked at her, “Would you like to come in and sit for a while?”
Shi Qingruo nodded and followed him in.
“Sit wherever you want, watch whatever you want, I’ll pour you a glass of water.” Shen Buci opened the dormitory door as wide as possible.
"Okay." Shi Qingruo sat down on the sofa, facing a row of airplane models, with several medals for advanced individuals hanging on the wall.
She stood in front of the models and looked at them one by one.
Shen Buci made a cup of brown sugar water and handed it to her, “Here.”
"What model is this? I haven't seen it before." Shi Qingruo pointed to the one next to it.
"This is an enemy plane shot down by our army during World War II. According to the records, I bought the materials and made the model myself."
She held the cup and motioned for him to continue.
Shen Buci took out the manuscript from the cabinet and showed her the information on it, “This type of fighter was copied by our country and put into use for two years. It is no longer produced now. It is the second model of the first generation aircraft.”
He said, pointing to the first model in the second grid.
Shi Qingruo drank water while listening to him talk.
Dong Chaoyue, who happened to be passing by when they finished chatting, heard those familiar terms and said with a smile: "Two model workers, are you still chatting during lunch break?"
"Qing Ruo has just arrived. After the chat, I want to introduce her to the holiday system and other life issues here." Shen Buci replied.
Dong Chaoyue was stunned. "You two seem to be getting along pretty well. It seems like you are closer in age and have more topics to talk about."
"Maybe it's because our auras match. Mr. Dong, would you like to come in and sit down?"
"No, I have to go to the duty room to call my wife, and then I'll go to the manufacturing plant after my lunch break."
"Then I won't invite you anymore."
After drinking the water, Shi Qingruo put the cup on the table in front of her, sat upright, and when she looked up at him, she didn't know what to say for a moment.
Shen Buci met her gaze and sat next to her, “Why don’t you speak?”
“I don’t know what to say.”
"Then let me tell you, why do I feel like you treat being with me as a completed task?" Shen Buci raised his hand, his fingertips brushing against the strands of hair that brushed against her cheek.
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