Why it never ends

Chapter 963 Companions

Hesta thought for a moment and said, "Are you here to do an investigation?"

“What’s the point of saying this now, since Kende is already there,” Victoria said, “Why don’t you talk to Office Two and ask them to transfer you somewhere else—”

"So do you still want to come?"

Victoria's voice paused for a moment.

"What do you mean, you want to transfer me here? Give up, it's impossible. District 12 is no longer our key work area. It's unlikely that a mercury needle like Kendai and I will be assigned to the same district - not to mention that you are now the inspector."

"I'll find a way," Hesta whispered, "I just ask you, if I do get the chance, will you come?"

This time, Victoria waited for Hesta to finish her words before speaking: "Then I am willing to put down everything I am doing and come here - what are you going to do?"

"I can't retrieve the files on the Fayalar Wasteland right now. Do you have any solution?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment: "When do you want it?"

"The sooner the better."

……

On Friday noon, Eucalyptus ran to the bus stop with lunch.

She had finished her first theory class this Wednesday - although this theory class was also theoretical. In fact, the administrative staff of the flight center distributed a bunch of materials, and she didn't even see the shadow of the teacher.

At that time, she raised her hand and asked, when can I see the teacher and touch the plane? The other party replied that the teacher will arrive on Friday, but they don’t know when the plane will arrive.

Eucalyptus was a little melancholy, so she went home and started to study the materials. The first part of the document was about how to identify an airplane. She had been sitting at her workstation reading it during the day shift these two days. Those familiar or unfamiliar terms gave her an inexplicable sense of excitement.

She cut many definitions into small cards and pasted them in her daily life area. When Rico and Hesta met for the first time, they couldn't help but sigh, "You are so hardworking." Eucalyptus was a little embarrassed and said that there shouldn't be many girls learning to fly airplanes. She was worried that she couldn't adapt, so she had to work harder.

As a result, Hesta and Rico looked at each other and frowned at the same time: "No?"

"……Yeah?"

"There are still few male pilots." Hesta continued, "Maybe it's because women are more likely to focus when faced with multi-tasking. Is this a difference in talent?"

"This is common sense, right? I have never seen many male pilots," said Li Ge, "and you rarely see male faces during normal flight missions."

Eucalyptus was particularly shocked when she heard this. She felt that there must be some deviation between her common sense and that of the Mercury Needles.

At 12:15, she entered the lecture hall. She had seen the personnel list posted outside the classroom before. There were only six people in this flight class, including her, four girls and two boys - to some extent, Hesta and Rico's theory really came true.

She found a seat and sat down. Turning around, she saw a gray-haired old man sitting at the other end of the long table. It might be a bit too much to say old, but his face was far beyond middle age. The man was between fifty and sixty years old, with wrinkles on his face, looking gray, and wearing a military green work suit that was still stained with mud.

Eucalyptus was a little confused, so he took the initiative to walk over to the man and sit down: "Hello."

The man looked up at her.

"Are you here for flight training as well?" asked Yugali.

The old man nodded.

Eucalyptus lowered her head to flip through the materials in her hands - she clearly remembered that one of the lines said that the pilot should be under the age of twenty-six.

"That's a semi-official pilot selection," the old man said softly, "For a private pilot like this, anyone under 70 years old can take the test. Even if you are older, as long as you can pass the physical examination, you can still learn." Yujiali was a little surprised. She looked at the old man: "Then why do you want to learn this?"

"Change my career." The old man answered briefly.

"Can I ask what you did before?"

“Truck driver.”

There was a burst of chuckles coming from the back of the classroom. Yujiali turned around and saw two boys who looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old sitting in the last row of the classroom.

At this moment, two gloves were placed on an empty seat in the front row of the classroom. The two boys took one look and thought that the position was very similar to rear entry, so they laughed without paying attention to the people around them. Eucalyptus also looked in the direction of their gaze, but didn't see anything wrong.

"What about you?" The old man looked at her.

"...My friend signed me up," Eucalyptus replied, "because... uh, transportation in District 12 is not very convenient."

“Indeed,” the old man replied, “many roads are now inaccessible to vehicles.”

The uncomfortable laughter came from behind again. Yujiali felt that someone was looking at her from behind. Compared with the other two girls sitting in different seats in the class, the two boys were too noisy. She was secretly worried that the two were talking about something, and she felt some pressure in her heart.

After a while, the teacher came in from outside. She was wearing a flight suit and waved to everyone to follow her out.

Everyone stood up and followed the teacher to a corridor with a wall on one side and a window on the other. Against the wall stood a row of metal cabinets nearly two meters high and half a meter wide, with a row of keys inserted on them.

"The iron cabinet on the left is your locker. You can put things you don't need to carry with you here." The teacher said, "Keep the key safe."

Eucalyptus walked forward and opened a cabinet. On the back of the cabinet door was a hairy * stem painted.

She frowned and took out an eraser from her bag to erase it.

"You can change one." The old man next to him said softly.

"……Too."

Eucalyptus closed the cabinet door, put the key back in, and then opened another cabinet door. This time, there was not only a furry penis painted on the back of the door, but also a pair of furry breasts painted on the top of the cabinet.

Eucalyptus looked back at the old man with some amusement. The old man blew his lips and shrugged.

Eucalyptus began to put things into the cabinet: "What's your name?"

“Hazel,” the old man answered.

……

That evening, when Eucalyptus ran home excitedly, she saw Hesta sitting in the living room with an embarrassed look on his face, Eleven was standing against the wall alone, and Kiki was nowhere to be seen.

"...Are you okay?" The smile on Eucalyptus's face froze a little, "Why is the atmosphere so solemn?"

Hesta scratched his head and said, "Eleven hit someone again at school. I brought her back this afternoon."

"He hit someone again," the smile on Eucalyptus' face disappeared, "Why this time?"

Hesta looked at Eleven: "Let her explain herself."