Chapter 213: The space suit and Senior White’s misunderstanding (1/2)
Chapter 213: The s.p.a.ce suit and Senior White’s misunderstanding
Translator: G.o.dBrandy Editor: Kurisu
”Guoguo. In a while, Senior White and I will have to make a trip outside. You stay here and obediently look after the house. Once I’m back, I’ll bring you to the hospital, okay?” Song Shuhang squeezed the rest of the bread into his mouth and said.
If these were normal flight lessons, he would have brought Guoguo along. But these were lessons with Senior White . He wasn’t so heartless to let an innocent kid suffer.
The small monk patted his chest and said with confidence, ”Sure. Nothing will happen to the house under my watch.”
Song Shuhang nodded. Then, he shot a glance at Doudou who was watching the news on the computer. He felt a bit relieved.
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After breakfast, Song Shuhang started to practice as usual. After a few rounds of the ❮Basic Buddhist Fist Technique❯, half an hour was already gone.
At this time, someone rang the doorbell.
‘Is it the agent Senior Yellow Mountain was talking about?’ Song Shuhang went to open the door. He saw a western woman with blonde hair and blue eyes standing at the entrance.
The blond-haired woman looked at Song Shuhang. Then, she shot a glance at the doc.u.ments in her hand. After confirming his ident.i.ty, she raised her head and revealed a very professional smile, ”h.e.l.lo, are you Mr. Song Shuhang?”
Her accent was very good. Were all foreigners so good at speaking Mandarin nowadays? All his fellow countrymen that were unable to make a clear distinction between alveolar and retroflex 1 consonants were put to shame.
”Yes, it’s me.” Song Shuhang replied.
”h.e.l.lo. I’m Caselli from Jiangshui’s Civil Aviation Training Center. We’ve been requested by Mr. Huang Wenzhong to bring you two gentlemen to the aviation training center. We’ve already prepared a theoretical flight lesson and a practical one.” Said Caselli with a bright smile. Then, she snapped her fingers.
The two men in suits behind her lifted a big box.
”Mr. Shuhang, this is the s.p.a.cesuit and the life support system set you required. Please give it a check.” Said Caselli with a smile. She was very curious though—she couldn’t understand why had this man requested a s.p.a.cesuit while attending flight lessons. They weren’t boarding a s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p. After wearing these c.u.mbersome clothes, wouldn’t he have trouble piloting?
However, the customers weren’t ever in the wrong, especially ones with power and status. Therefore, she wasn’t planning to go against Song Shuhang’s wishes. The man named Huang Wenzhong was so rich that he had bought their entire training center. And, he had bought it for this seemingly common student and that other man named Song Bai.
”Right, is Mr. Song Bai also here with you?” Caselli asked.
”He is inside. Do you want to come in and have a seat?” Said Song Shuhang while moving toward the big box. He opened it and shot a look at the c.u.mbersome s.p.a.cesuit.
At first sight, it was indeed somewhat big—in science fiction movies, they just need to press a b.u.t.ton, and the s.p.a.cesuit would suddenly reduce in size and change into tight-fitting clothes. When would real-world science achieve this point?
Caselli was still smiling as she said, ”There is a certain distance between the training center and this place. Therefore, we are on a tight schedule. So, how about directly coming to the training center with us? This way, we can have a one-hour theoretical lesson and make you board the plane afterward, making you familiar with it. There are several different aircraft at our training center. You can choose the one you like the most.”
”You have many different models? Not bad.” Song Shuhang’s eyes lit up. Maybe he could choose a small helicopter and pilot that? With that, he won’t have to fear about Senior White sending it to s.p.a.ce.
”I’m happy that you’re satisfied. Anyway, this is yours and Mr. Song Bai’s II-type certificate of physical conformity together with your private pilot license (PPL).” Caselli pa.s.sed the certificate and license to Song Shuhang.
After taking these four doc.u.ments, Song Shuhang had mixed feelings.
He had never touched a plane, but he was holding a pilot license in his hand… he was feeling cool, embarra.s.sed, happy, and guilty—all at the same time.
Caselli asked calmly, ”What about Mr. Song Bai? We can set out at any time.”
”I’ll call him.” Song Shuhang received the doc.u.ments and turned around, waving his hand at the third floor.
After a moment, Senior White came down.
Even if he was trying to keep his composure, he wasn’t able to completely hide his excitement.
It seemed that Senior White was more interested in planes rather than cars. When they went around driving, he wasn’t this excited.
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”Please, get into the car.” Caselli opened her pickup.
The two men in suits put the c.u.mbersome s.p.a.cesuit into the trunk.
Song Shuhang crawled into the backseat and stretched himself.
Senior White also got in the car. When he was entering the car, he saw with the corner of the eye the s.p.a.cesuit.
Immediately after, he made an ‘Oh, now I understand’ face.
Senior White thought to himself, That’s a s.p.a.cesuit! Is little friend Shuhang planning to go to s.p.a.ce?
What to do now…
For the past few days, Senior White was trying to rectify his mistakes after destroying the brakes with excessive speed and breaking the steering wheel of the car.
When taking flight lessons, he had decided to properly learn the theory first, thoroughly understanding how to pilot a plane.