At the end of the class, everyone felt no different from when they first got off the multi-axis trainer. Their heads were spinning, and Steve's speech was as fast as a machine gun. He wanted nothing more than to stuff all the research results related to the Saturn V launch vehicle into the students' heads in just an hour.
In less than ten minutes, the fat man looked like he was about to burst into tears. He didn't even have time to pick up the pen cap that had fallen to the ground. This time, however, someone looked even worse than him. The brawny man named Anthony had been sweating profusely ever since he received the textbook, and he had to wipe it off again and again.
The middle-aged man kindly handed him a piece of paper, but the brawny man named Anthony didn't take it. His eyes were glued to the three-stage rocket structure diagram on the page, and he looked like he was out of his wits. In fact, he wasn't the only one. The high school student was no longer as spirited as before, scratching his ears and cheeks.
The girl next to Zhang Heng was even more straightforward. She closed the book, leaned back in her chair, and complained in a low voice.
"Tsk, tsk. These are all professional English words. I don't even have a proper translator with me. Who can understand them?"
Players who dared to challenge a single-player dungeon generally had a certain language foundation. As the world's most lingua franca, English was naturally the first language that players would learn and master.
However, everyone's mastery of the language differed from person to person. Everyone was fine with daily communication, but when it came to unfamiliar content, it was time to test everyone's vocabulary.
The high school student's English was undoubtedly much better than his peers. Besides, he was also an astronaut enthusiast, and he knew the spelling of many professional words. However, it was still a little difficult for him to understand Dr. Steve's class. Compared to him, the brawny man named Anthony was completely at a loss.
Only the middle-aged man, who looked like an intellectual, remained the same. He still looked as relaxed as before, but what surprised Zhang Heng the most was the young man, who had always been listless. He was the most attentive one among the seven, and he was even taking down notes at lightning speed.
The girl saw Zhang Heng paying attention to the young man and poked her head over. At this time, Dr. Steve was writing the J2 engine's bore pressure and oxidizer consumption rate on the blackboard. The girl's chest pressed against Zhang Heng's shoulder, and the air she exhaled tickled the back of Zhang Heng's neck. "Really? He's not just pretending, is he? Maybe there are only some dirty drawings in his notebook …"
The listless young man seemed to have heard the girl's words. He turned his head and grinned at her, revealing a somewhat frivolous smile.
Startled, the girl immediately shrank behind Zhang Heng. After a while, she whispered in Zhang Heng's ear, "I don't like him. I'm afraid he's not a good person in the real world. And that uncle over there … I've seen a lot of guys like him in the workplace. On the surface, he looks gentle and considerate, but I know what he's up to."
Zhang Heng's eyes were still fixed on the blackboard, and he said nothing.
The girl continued, "But I can see that you are different from them. Although you look the fiercest, deep down, you are actually a good person …"
"Are you sure?" Zhang Heng finally shifted his gaze from the blackboard to the girl. "Unfortunately, I've killed a lot of people, including underage children, dying old people, young soldiers whose wives are still waiting for them to come home, and fishermen who make a living at sea. In fact, I can't remember how many people I've killed, and how much blood I've stained my hands. To be honest, I don't care much about it."
The girl's smile became a little forced. "But those are only things that happen in a quest, right? You have to do it, but in real life … "
"You don't know what kind of person I am in real life, just like I don't know what kind of person you are in real life," Zhang Heng interrupted her unceremoniously. He then paused, "But I can probably guess what you want to do. I can only say that you have chosen the wrong target. If I were you, I wouldn't waste any more time on me. Also, if you don't mind, please be quiet. Even if you don't want to listen to me, there are others who do."
You can compare it with the F1 engine at the rear. Next, let's take a look at the interstage ring. It contains eight small rocket engines that can separate the ring from the second stage. It is an important part of the Saturn V … "Dr. Steve turned around and scratched his messy hair," … Well, this is the data of the J2 engine. You can compare it with the F1 engine at the rear. Next, let's take a look at the interstage ring.
For the next hour or so, Zhang Heng finally got some peace and quiet. It seemed that his warning had worked. The girl no longer pestered him. Without the subtle physical contact and the whispers in his ear, Zhang Heng could finally focus all his attention on the textbook in his hand.
By the time Dr. Steve finished the lecture, it was already 6: 22 in the afternoon. The old man had dragged the lecture for 22 minutes. "… Let's call it a day." After finishing the last sentence that everyone had been waiting for, he closed the lesson plan, pushed open the door of the conference room, and left.
The players in the conference room also felt relieved. Even the young people who had been listening attentively could not take it anymore. After more than two hours of high-intensity study, filling their heads with new knowledge, everyone felt exhausted.
The burly man named Anthony stood up from his seat and stretched. At this time, a short, bald man walked straight in from the door. Under everyone's stunned gaze, he erased the physical principles of rocket propulsion from the blackboard, leaving only the first chapter. After that, he picked up a chalk and wrote down the words "Introduction to Aerospace Engineering Technology" with a smile.
"Hello, everyone. I know you are pressed for time, so I'll skip the self-introduction. Welcome to the engineering classroom."
"Wait a minute, wait a minute, did you come to the wrong place?" the listless young man said weakly.
The bald man glanced at his watch, "Oh, there are still seven minutes left. But today's lecture is quite long. I think we can start a little earlier."
"But the problem is … we haven't had dinner yet," the middle-aged man smiled bitterly.
As soon as he finished speaking, a dining cart was pushed in from outside.
"It doesn't matter. You can listen to me while you eat," the bald man said thoughtfully.
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