Su Yue also turned her head.
Her eyes, behind her glasses, were filled with astonishment.
In her eyes, and in the eyes of everyone present, how could someone who could pull off such a legendary maneuver not even have a plane of his own?
It just felt too contradictory.
"Then what did you use to practice before?"
Fan Jian's curiosity was completely piqued.
"A rental."
Han Feng answered openly.
"I used to rent an Initial Training-3 from the Airplane Graveyard in the Outer City."
"Fifteen hundred Contribution Points an hour."
"That plane... was pretty sturdy."
"Pfft..."
Wang Qi, who was in the group, couldn't hold it in and burst out laughing.
He then clamped a hand over his mouth under Fan Jian's icy glare.
The area fell dead silent.
To fly an antique trainer that even a museum would turn its nose up at.
One that he rented by the hour, no less.
And yet, he'd developed piloting skills sufficient to crush the academy's Gold Level aces.
