In a crossover anime, do you believe that a machine spirit can defeat a fake human?

The lead pilot glanced at the airspace situation map on the avionics screen. The boundary of the U.S. identification zone was approaching, but the KJ-2001 did not issue a handover order.

Moreover, he didn't say the rest of the sentence aloud, though he acknowledged that the credit belonged to him.

"Flying Shark 01, subsequent aerial refueling support will be taken over by the US KC-46. Please switch to data link channel 7."

The AWACS team stated this over the radio.

"learn."

At this point, another channel is switched in.

"This is the Russian Aerospace Forces. A formation of two Vympel aircraft is conducting a patrol mission in this airspace. The IFF has been activated in accordance with joint procedures."

The airspace situation map shows two Su-57s.

The Sea of ​​Japan is considered a comprehensive air defense zone, so encountering the Aerospace Force is not surprising.

"Signal flag received by Flying Shark 01, identified."

The lead pilot flipped a switch on the avionics panel to mark the Russian formation's IFF signal as "confirmed friendly forces".

He glanced at the three identification symbols on the situation map: his own J-15 formation, the signal flag formation that had just entered, and the formation of US fighter jets patrolling at high altitude over the city.

All three parties are converging towards the same goal.

......

"The first time an infected sky appeared was in 2001 when it was shot down by the U.S. military, which then caused the Chicago tragedy."

plague......

Chen Yi slowed down his movements as he drafted the paper.

No wonder those two fighter jets were so close together; it turned out they were trying to drive them away...

The cause of the infected sky is unknown; all that is known is that when a passenger plane goes missing, it reappears looking like that.

It is highly aggressive and will actively hunt aircraft that are flying normally, but its population is extremely small.

In the past twenty years, it has only happened less than ten times.

Its most worrying problem is not the hunting of passenger planes, but that if it crashes on land, it will cause a large-scale plague, inevitably leading to civilians being transformed into some kind of fibrous material.

So Chen Yi looked up at the window again and could only see two faint contrails in the clouds.

Suddenly, the field of vision widened, and two more military aircraft flew by.

This time it's a Su-57.

"It's so lively!" Chen Yi exclaimed.

"Klukka, can you hear what's happening up there?"

“Yes, but… there’s no useful information,” Kroos said, shaking her head.

The main intelligence about the infected sky is publicly available online. She knew what Chen Yi wanted to hear, so she skipped the tedious tactical terminology and gave a summary.

"I see."

Chen Yi didn't dwell on it. Instead, he glanced at the blackboard and decided to finish today's lesson first.

......

Two fighter jets, like two experienced executioners, followed the passenger plane monster at a leisurely pace.

They didn't get too close to avoid an attack, nor did they stray too far away. Instead, they maintained a constant pressure, driving the passenger plane toward the western Pacific Ocean east of Japan.

That vast expanse is its graveyard.

"In 2001, we had left the U.S. military identification zone over the Izu Peninsula and were heading towards the Western Pacific."

"Received. Combat rules updated, free engagements permitted. Prepare to attack."

"Received, entering the prepared attack route."

The two flying sharks spread out to the left and right, approaching the target from two axes.

The wingman is responsible for moving forward to draw out any possible counterattacks, while the lead aircraft cuts into the attack route at that moment.

Radar acquired, target data loaded. Air-to-air missile unlocked, seeker pre-positioned.

The bow is drawn and ready to be released.

"Attack permitted."

"PL-10, one shot off the rack!"

Upon receiving the order, the lead aircraft simultaneously launched air-to-air missiles, slicing off the right engine of the passenger plane monster with surgical precision.

It was falling, but its posture didn't look like it was out of control; it looked more like a creature curling up after being injured.

"PL-10, one shot off the rack!"

The wingman performed a Cobra maneuver as if showing off, then cut into the attack route and also launched a dogfight missile.

The monster passenger plane roared as it completely lost power, but it did not disintegrate in mid-air.

It is still alive, but this was intentional on the part of the fighter jet formation.

There's still some distance to land here, and if we hit the passenger plane cabin directly, it's very likely that fragments of the passenger plane monster will fall onto the mainland.

Now, the target has lost its momentum and no longer poses a threat to the land.

The task of completely destroying it is now left to the American fleet.

Instead of evacuating immediately, they followed the stalled passenger plane for a short distance, and only after confirming that it had crashed into the sea did they slow down in the low-altitude near-shore area to contact the US aircraft carrier for guidance on landing.

"wingman."

The lead aircraft's voice came through the radio.

"Try to do less of these kinds of performance moves next time. You'll have to accept your punishment when you get back to the base."

"...Yes, lead aircraft."

......

News of the passenger plane monster being destroyed sprang up like mushrooms after rain during school hours.

In the comments section of official media, there were many criticisms of the government for not issuing early warnings and organizing evacuations, and demands for government officials to commit seppuku as an apology.

In reality, the Japanese government also had its own grievances that it couldn't express.

He didn't have an air defense radar and was completely unaware that the Russians and Americans had been flying overhead several times. He only found out about this because of cross-confirmation reports from the Russian media and Russian news. Otherwise, he would probably have been kept in the dark like his own countrymen.

As for the Americans, the most relevant information they could find was that a banquet was held for the two heroes who landed on Nimitz, and that was it.

This information was leaked by a sailor, and it barely mentioned anything about Japan.

However, none of this mattered to Chen Yi, because he was selecting raw materials for making rice noodle rolls.

Potato starch...

Chen Yi searched everywhere but couldn't find the windmill license plate, which was a great pity.

I did find some imported from Tokyo University, so I'll make do with that.

"The windmill license plate that Yi Jun mentioned... it must be this one, right?"

Mai Sakurajima wandered around and miraculously came out carrying a white package.

The names are different, but the patterns are very similar to those from my previous life.

P.S.: I'm taking a day off today, so there will only be a single chapter...

It probably affected my mindset a bit, and I also overslept in the afternoon and slept straight into the evening, which meant I lost a lot of time for brainstorming.

I still feel a bit uneasy about the tranquility, and I don't know if my writing is good or not, as I haven't received any feedback.

Hmm, I'll go for a run tomorrow at midnight. I'm going to follow Teacher Zhang's example and go for a run early in the morning.

Second-year high school student: Chapter 195 The Taste

Chapter 195

Chen Yitian repeatedly rubbed and washed the aged early indica rice until the water became clear, then soaked it in cold water overnight. The next day, before dawn, Chen Yitian got up and started tinkering with his big bucket of "ancient rice".

"The blender seems to be making a bit too much noise..." Chen Yi gently crushed the soaked rice, drained the water, and stared at the blender in the kitchen, deep in thought.

But if I don't use a high-speed blender, am I supposed to use a stone mill? I don't have one at home.

I wish I hadn't bought an open kitchen just for aesthetics.

In order not to disturb the two people in the room, Chen Yi had no choice but to carry the blender to the balcony furthest from the master bedroom and close the door.

The sky was beginning to lighten, and a gradient of purple and magenta could be seen in the east, with the sun still below the horizon.

Chen Yi suddenly remembered that many literary works in this world involved descriptions of dawn, and without exception, they were all in praise of it.

Perhaps it is because people in this world have their lives cruelly taken away in the darkness that they are so fascinated by the dawn.

Chen Yi glanced at it, then looked down and continued operating the blender.

His family taught him this: first add half water to grind the rice into a paste. If you add too much water at once, the rice grains will easily slip and won't grind finely.

With Krochai watching from the balcony, Chen Yi returned to the kitchen and began preparing another key ingredient.

Mix cornstarch and wheat starch with water until smooth and free of lumps. Then, return to the balcony and pour the prepared thick rice paste into a large bowl. Pour the cornstarch mixture into the thick rice paste.

Salt and oil...

As Chen Yi worked, he reminisced, and before he knew it, he was starting to miss home.

I've never run that far in my life.

"Actually, you might not be able to run that far when you get old."

"That's true, it's a journey across an entire world, a one-way trip."

Klukka was saying some nonsensical things, and Chen Yi's mood inexplicably improved after hearing that.

Maybe it was because he made himself laugh. His family might have already finished their seven-day mourning period. Even if he traveled back in time now, he wouldn't be able to attend his own funeral.

Just as important as the past, he has already forged friendships and other deeper feelings here; one cannot dwell on the past forever.

We must always look forward. Besides, the person from his previous life is already dead.

Chen Yi took out a fine mesh strainer and poured the rice milk into it to filter it.

This step is to remove any unground parts and air bubbles. Rice noodle roll shops near universities all do it this way, and it's the key to keeping the rice noodle rolls smooth and slippery.

Chen Yi took a spoon, gently scooped up a little rice paste, and watched it slowly drip from the spoon, nodding in satisfaction.

"It's in its best condition now. Let it sit for twenty minutes to fully mix, and it will be perfect."

After tidying up the kitchen, Chen Yi took out the steaming tray he bought at the supermarket last night, washed it twice, and then put it on the pot. He waited until it was almost time before starting to boil water.

With nothing to do, Chen Yi returned to the living room and sat down. Instead of playing on his phone, he picked up the HK416 from the shelf next to him, hugged it, and yawned.

This was a bit too much. I really can't stay up late next time. I'm so sleepy.

Chen Yi couldn't help but think of the breakfast stalls outside the university gates. They also opened before dawn to provide a group of working people and middle school students with the necessary nutrition for the day.

"That's not right."

Chen Yi thought about it again.

In Japan, high schools don't even start their first class at 8 a.m.... So what's the point of me getting up at 5 a.m. to do this? I usually don't get up until 6:30 a.m. at the earliest to make breakfast!

Chen Yi slapped his forehead, realizing that his past life's experiences had robbed him of his ability to be flexible.

"Commander, would you like to go back to sleep for a while?" Kroos suggested.

Chen Yi looked at the balcony; the sky was already beginning to lighten with the first hint of dawn.

"The sun's already up, so let's forget about it. Let me think about what I can do in the next half hour..."

So Chen Yi fell asleep while thinking about it, and then woke up suddenly about ten minutes later.

"Wait, I think we also need to shell the corn kernels." Chen Yi yawned again, stood up, and put down his rifle.

Corn, eggs, minced meat... Ah, it seems the minced meat wasn't marinated beforehand. Luckily, it's still early, so there's enough beef to marinate.

Chen Yi rummaged through the refrigerator, took out the items, and then began to process them.

“En...kudzu root powder..." Chen Yi remembered a traditional method from his hometown for keeping beef tender and smooth, and fell silent for a moment.