This is the charm of speed, which makes people forget everything and pursue it desperately, leaving all worries and troubles behind, with only one goal in mind.
"Here we go, get ready."
Jun Yi's voice brought Ji Shiyi back to his senses. He immediately switched gears and prepared to turn.
The propeller was at full power, and the strong wind cut through the wind to form a smooth arc. Ji Shiyi felt hot all over, as if his blood was ignited by the fierce fighting spirit of the girl beside him.
Entering the final 500-meter sprint, Ji Feng caught up with the car in front at an acceleration visible to the naked eye.
300 meters to go!
The exhaust gas raised by the racing car blocked Gale's sight, but the small machine rushed out and almost kept pace with the racing car!
100 metres!
50 meters!
0 meters! Ji Feng was the first to cross the finish line!
The fastest animal in the world is not a running cheetah, but a hawk diving from a high altitude. Because in the air, almost all resistance will become a boost to acceleration!
Ji Shiyi stopped the car, his chest heaving violently, and something seemed to be bursting out of his hot blood. He slowly let go of the steering wheel that had been squeezed so hot, his fingers trembling slightly.
"We did it." The girl's voice sounded in my ears.
Jun Yi took off his FPV glasses and looked at him dreamily, his eyes sparkling with light, his whole body glowing. No one witnessed this game, no one cheered, and no one even knew about it, but they did it!
"Humph!" Ji Shiyi pretended to be nonchalant, "No need to thank me too much."
The next second, a soft body flew into his arms, and the fluffy pilot jacket filled his entire chest like a marshmallow.
"We won!" Jun Yi hugged the man's shoulders tightly, but soon she looked up in confusion, "Why are you still nervous? It's all over."
How can I not be nervous?
The adrenaline coursing through his blood had not yet subsided. The girl's beautiful curves pressed against his chest, and her hair was like thousands of small hands caressing his sensitive neck, disturbing his mind. He felt a tingling sensation rushing to his forehead.
Ji Shiyi was flustered and pushed the person away rudely.
"What...what bad habit, just hugging and cuddling casually." He seemed to have thought of something again, and his brows tightened, "Are you like this with Gong Ming and the others?"
"Yes, between the flying hands..."
"No! This kind of behavior in my club..." Ji Shiyi interrupted her, twitching his lips and pausing word by word, "Absolutely not!"
Isn't it just a hug? Why is it so awkward? Jun Yi sighed: "It really is Princess Shiyi."
"What... did you call me?"
"Princess Shiyi, I heard Young Master Jin call you that." Jun Yi added, "I think he is right."
"Don't call me that!" Ji Shiyi felt terrible.
Too many unfamiliar emotions made a mess. He slammed the door angrily and got out of the car. He took a deep breath and secretly glanced back at the girl sitting in the car.
Jun Yi stared at him innocently with his cat-like eyes wide open. Ji Shiyi's fingers bent unnaturally, and just as he was about to go back to explain, he saw a car driving towards him.
The substitute racer turned back from the finish line, pushed the door and got out of the car, holding the treasure carefully.
"Boss Ji, this is the drone you dropped, right?" The substitute racer handed the drone back to Ji Shiyi respectfully. "I saw it landed at the finish line. Is your filming over?"
Ji Shiyi's face didn't look good when he was interrupted. Unfortunately, the substitute racer was not someone who could read people's faces. He continued to talk nonstop: "Wow, Mr. Ji's tie is really nice, and his taste is unique. Thanks to you guys chasing me like a debt collector, I ran the best result of the year!"
As he was speaking, there was a buzzing sound, and the drone suddenly started up from the hands of the substitute racer. He was so startled that he fell to the ground with his shoes kicked off.
"Puchi——" Jun Yi, who was sitting in the car, couldn't hold back his laughter. Ji Shiyi heard the laughter and looked up at her. The laughter accumulated and fermented as the two stared at each other, and finally ushered in a new round of explosion. Jun Yi laughed so hard that his stomach hurt, and he lay on the seat, gasping for breath. Ji Shiyi was not much better, as if she was infected by Jun Yi, she laughed all the way until she was short of oxygen, and her image was completely ruined.
The substitute racer who got up from the ground in a panic was inexplicable, as he was not a comedian.
"Okay, as long as you're happy. Mr. Ji, this little brother and I..." The substitute racer looked into the car and immediately changed his words, "The little beauty has a misunderstanding, please forgive me."
Ji Shiyi's smile faded and he stared at him coldly: "What misunderstanding?"
Just over ten minutes ago.
He is not good at anything. The racing driver who is the first substitute is discussing the team owner Jin Shao with several other substitutes sitting on the bench.
"Does he know anything about cars? He is uneducated and unskilled. He can be a boss only because his family is rich. All those second-generation rich people are dependent on their parents."
"That's right, the second generation of rich people are all idiots. Look how he praised those foreigners to the sky. They are just using our team as a springboard. We are the backbone... Who is there?"
When Jun Yi realized that he had accidentally entered the Tucao Conference, it was too late to get away.
A racer lowered his voice to consult with his companions.
"He looks like the pilot from some flying club. Do you think 'he' heard what we just said?"
If they say bad things about Boss Jin behind his back and it gets out, won't they be benched forever? The only way... is to drag this flying hand into the water. Seeing that "he" is still a young boy, he should be able to expose some negative information soon under his guidance.
The substitute racer walked up to Junyi in an air of seniority and patted her thin shoulder.
"Brother, let me tell you, there is really no way out for you to follow the rich second generation, especially the boss of your club, Mr. Ji, who is a rich second generation . Even though his technology company is booming now, it's all a whim. In a few years, when the company fails, he will still have to go back to the Ji family to beg for food. I know you have some thoughts about Mr. Ji, tell me."
"Really want to say it?" Jun Yi was unsure.
"Go ahead and tell me, no one knows anyway," the substitute racer instigated.
"Well... he's a very stingy person. He usually drinks coffee from 7-Eleven and likes microwaveable lunch boxes."
"Ha, I told you, rich second-generations are all very stingy." The men laughed.
"But he treated us pilots to the best seafood buffet and built the best training grounds," Jun Yi added.
The substitute racers stopped laughing.
"Hey, kid, what do you mean? How much does that Ji guy pay you every month?"
"Ji Shiyi never paid us a cent."
Finally I found the black spot, and I heard Jun Yi say again: "But he didn't ask us to win."
The substitute driver got angry as he listened to the question. Why did he take such a long detour? He just threatened to beat him up and let it go. He suddenly reached out to Jun Yi, but Jun Yi dodged quickly. He dodged, but the bag was grabbed by the man.
During the pulling, the package opened, and the substitute racer saw the glowing gift box wrapping paper at a glance.
"what?"
Just as the hand reached for the gift box in the bag, Jun Yi threw it with a shocking slam. She just felt that the man was not qualified to touch the gift for Ji Shiyi.
Before the final exam results that concerned many students and their parents came out, a short video produced by Jifeng went viral on WeChat Moments.
On the majestic Great Wall, several small drones flew through the laser barriers like arrows and circled over the beacon towers like swifts. The scenes of high speed and continuous reversal were so exciting that people could not help but stand up from their seats.
The scene switches to the familiar Shanghai International Circuit, and the aerial photography capabilities of the racing drone once again make people excited. It seems as if the audience is sitting in the driver's seat of the racing car, roaring and galloping, and this racing car can also fly.
The number of clicks on the racing video was so huge that it paralyzed the server of Jin Shao’s live broadcast platform that day.
"We've been taken advantage of." Gong Ming's face was covered in rashes that became more obvious due to his excitement. Fortunately, it was a team chat channel so no one else could see it. "Don't you agree, Xiao Z?"
Ally Xiao Z screamed: "Why didn't you use me? Why didn't I go to the F1 site?"
"Have you ever thought about where your focus is?" Zhuo Fan interrupted him coldly, "How many points did you get in the last midterm exam?"
Little Z is a middle school student with average grades. If Coach Zhuo Fan hadn't repeatedly assured his mother that playing with racing planes would not affect his studies, all his planes would have been confiscated in the name of "losing one's ambition due to playing with toys". This time he was unable to participate in the club's activities because he was reviewing for the exam.
"I didn't expect that your grades are so bad at such a young age." Gong Ming said solemnly, "If I were your mother, I wouldn't even let you leave the house, let alone fly a drone."
"She doesn't understand. I want to be a professional drone racer in the future!"
"So, are you guys the Bad Students Club?" A familiar voice suddenly popped up from the team group chat, and the channel suddenly fell silent.
Who on earth added Ji Shiyi in? Everyone was shocked.
Nie Qianqian's clear voice rang out: "Welcome President Ji to join the team channel, everyone applaud."
The channel was still quiet, but this did not affect Ji Shiyi's performance.
"I'm here today to make an announcement. Since all the pilots in the club are students, we will set up a Ji Shiyi Scholarship. Pilots with outstanding academic performance can receive a one-time grant of up to 50,000 yuan."
"How much? Did I hear correctly?"
"Mr. Ji is talking about 50,000 yuan, after tax." Nie Qianqian kindly repeated for everyone.
"What? You can get money for studying?" Little Z gritted his teeth, unable to believe his ears.
The pilots became excited and talked a lot.
"But..." Ji Shiyi paused, "Considering your academic performance, I am very worried that I won't be able to pay you the money."
"No, no, no, we will definitely study hard and make progress every day."
"Mr. Ji, I love studying the most. Studying makes my mother happy!" Little Z also vowed.
Gong Ming desperately sent a private message to Xiao Z: "You can't trust what capitalists say, are you stupid?"
But the whole team has been infected by the atmosphere of studying hard and making progress every day, and each of them is determined to become a pilot among the top students and a top student among pilots.
"Very good, that's it. After you all finish your final exams, we will set off to Changzhou for the competition." Ji Shiyi was full of interest.
"Mr. Ji, do you still want to come to the site to give instructions in person?" Psyduck was really afraid of him.
"I am here to inspect the results on site. You can participate in the competition as you please. I don't care about winning or losing."
But everyone knows that this boss who says he doesn't care about winning or losing will replace the losing team at any time, just like he cut off the entire Xunfeng production line without blinking an eye, so capricious and cost-effective.
Ji Shiyi exited the group chat with a smile on his face. Every time he finished talking to those students, he felt very happy because he felt superior to the weak. But today, he felt a little disappointed because Junyi had an exam and was not in the channel.
Forget it, there will be many opportunities to meet each other in the future, he thought to himself.
This good mood lasted for several days until the day of acceptance of the new product prototype.
The scientific officer and the chief engineer came to see the boss together. Ji Shiyi rarely did not push back. They tested the situation on the edge of danger: "Boss, our colleagues in the technical department have been working overtime for two and a half weeks, and they don't get off work until late at night every day, just to rush to make samples. What do you think..."
"Monsoon has a flexible working system, as long as the work is done."
In other words, those who voluntarily work overtime will never be paid overtime pay. Mr. Ji is a rational person, and never compares mood with salary.
"Boss, President Ji's wife is waiting for you in the office." Assistant Ma whispered to Ji Shiyi.
Ji Shiyi's smile faded and he slowly put down the sample he was playing with.
"not see."
"She said she couldn't see you and she won't go back today."
"Then let her wait."
Just as he finished speaking, Ji Shiyi's cell phone rang. He looked at the number, frowned, and walked towards the emergency staircase alone.
"What's the matter?" He answered the phone coldly.
"Shi Yi, Dad is really seriously ill, and your brother is just..." The other party tried to reason with him and appealed to his emotions, "Please come home once. If you still miss the friendship we once had..."
"Sister-in-law," Ji Shiyi interrupted her politely, "We are just schoolmates. If you say that, it's easy for your brother to misunderstand you. Be careful with your words."
The woman paused.
"I'm sorry, I said the wrong thing. Although Dad doesn't say it, you're the one he wants to see the most. No matter what misunderstandings there are between you, father and son, and brothers, let's put them aside for now."
Even though the other party spoke with great emotion, Ji Shiyi's voice remained calm and even more polite: "Thank you sister-in-law for the reminder, and please take care of yourself, father. I will come to visit you after I finish this busy period."
"Ayi, don't be like this. Just consider it as my plea." The woman on the other end of the phone burst into tears. "Jingli said that if I can't take you home today, I don't have to go home. You can't really bear to do this to me, right?"
"I can."
Ji Shiyi smiled, his eyes cold.
There was a time when he couldn't stand Yueru's crying. As long as she cried, he would try to pick the moon in the sky down. But now, he only felt annoyed.
He didn't want to care about anything related to the Ji family or the past. He missed the time he spent with Jun Yi very much, laughing heartily and running at the highest speed, as if that moment was the joy that life should have.
Ji Shiyi hung up the phone and walked out of the elevator with a normal expression. The newly appointed special assistant hurried forward to report on his work.
Assistant Ma held her back and whispered, "Don't go and die at such a young age."
"ah?"
“Didn’t you see?” Assistant Ma pouted at Ji Shiyi, “The boss is in a terrible mood.”
"Doesn't the boss always look dissatisfied with everything, as if he is owed tens of millions?"
Assistant Ma couldn't help but look this woman up and down. She always wore a suit that looked like she was attending a funeral, and her mouth was so sharp. She must be very bitter inside.
"What are you doing?" Eva took a step back. "You...are after my beauty?"
"No, I'm just trying to remember you deeply." Assistant Ma said sincerely, "After all, people like you who don't flatter and speak directly won't survive the first season. Even if you were invited by the boss himself."
Junyi didn't expect to see Ji Shiyi again in school. The Monsoon Building is in Zizhu Science Park, just a few minutes' drive from A University, but there's no need to check on her. Just come and take a look when you have time.
"Shiyi...Princess?" Ji Shiyi's face was not right. Jun Yi couldn't think of any way to make the boss happy, so he could only try the old trick, "Can you give me an autograph?"
"How many subjects did you retake?" Ji Shiyi asked coldly.
Asking for an autograph doesn't seem to work. Today, Princess Shiyi is covered in tattoos, just like an "uncle". Before Junyi can think of other ways, Ji Shiyi suddenly stuffs a paper box into her hand.
"Drone?" Jun Yi's eyes lit up.
"Racing plane. All the parameters are copied from Jifeng. The only difference is the materials and flight control." In other words, it is better and more expensive. "Test it and give the report to Assistant Ma." After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave.
With his commanding tone and arrogant expression, Ji Shiyi seemed to have returned to his arrogant appearance when they first met, but at that time he would not be so bored as to come to her house in person. Moreover, she just heard that Ji Shiyi had set up a scholarship for the monkeys in the club, and now everyone was studying hard, which was simply a wonder of the world.
He is not as difficult to get along with as he looks. His big cat-like eyes rolled around, and Jun Yi pulled Ji Shiyi's sleeve: "Come with me."
Ji Shiyi's eyes were still cold, but he moved his feet. He followed Jun Yi through the corridor of the lower courtyard and came to the open area beside Siyuan Lake.
Junyi took out Jifeng's glasses from his bag and paired them with the new phone.
"There are FPV glasses in the suit." Ji Shiyi frowned.
"Now there are two of us." She stood on tiptoe to put the glasses on Ji Shiyi. The height difference between the two was too big. Seeing her struggling, Ji Shiyi couldn't help but bend down a little to cooperate with her.
Assistant Ma standing by was stunned.
President Ji, who is admired, adored, respected, and loved, and is always superior to others, has become accustomed to bowing his head in front of the petite Jun Yi since some time ago.
"Okay, sit down." Jun Yi pressed Ji Shiyi on the bench. "Of course you have to try your own product. Don't blink, I'll take you flying."
Without further ado, the images on their glasses went up to the sky. Jun Yi, who was used to seeing low-resolution images, was amazed: "Digital image transmission?"
Ji Shiyi snorted coldly: "How can the image quality of analog image transmission appear on Jifeng's products?"
The comparison between digital image transmission and analog image transmission used by racing drones is like the comparison between the image quality of 4K TV and the image quality of color TV in the 1950s. Of course, digital image transmission also has disadvantages: one is expensive, and the other is too much delay. Putting aside the price, every second counts in sky racing, and the aircraft will explode if there is a slight delay. Therefore, the only type of image transmission used for real-time image transmission of racing drones on the market is analog image transmission.
However, the digital image transmission installed on this racing machine has almost no delay. It uses precise algorithms to optimize the central area of ​​the picture, discarding the edge scenes, and presenting a visual effect comparable to that of a high-definition camera.
Jun Yi was attracted by the scene in front of him and pushed the accelerator to the top in one breath.
With a buzzing sound, the small machine quickly swept across the lake, rushed into the bushes, circled three and a half times to bypass the tree trunks, passed through the treetops, and climbed to the sky in one breath.
The roller coaster-like rapid experience made Ji Shiyi dizzy and nauseous, but the wide field of vision that followed made him suddenly enlightened. Although his body remained in the same place, he could feel the strong wind and the pleasure brought by the speed. Gradually, the gloom in his heart was stripped away by the strong wind. They screamed and wanted to catch him again, but they could not catch up with the speed of the drone and were left behind and fell into the lake!
Ji Shiyi's frown relaxed and the corners of his mouth gradually turned up.
As if he could sense his state of mind, Jun Yi said, "For us pilots, there is nothing that can't be shaken off in one round of flying. If there is, then we can do it in two rounds!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the drone's field of view shook and it began to dive vertically. The horror of free fall immediately dominated Ji Shiyi. If he had not been sitting, he would probably have fallen down.
"Slow down..." Ji Shiyi grabbed Jun Yi's shoulders.
"Are you scared, princess?" Jun Yi's triumphant laughter was close to his ears.
A tingling heat made him straighten his back.
"Don't call me princess!" How could Ji Shiyi be looked down upon by her? She argued, "The sample machine is...very expensive."
In addition to the flight capabilities similar to those of racing aircraft, the new Monsoon product uses the expensive Xunfeng chip module, while taking into account Monsoon's usual luxurious design, such as the "instant voice" function that may never be used.
On the baseball field, the ace senior and other teammates looked up. What was that? It looked a bit like a drone, but it was much better looking than the one Junyi and his friends had made.
The all-metal fuselage has a streamlined exterior design, and the wings make no sound when hovering. The ace senior curiously approached, and the drone's camera suddenly pointed at him and made a mechanical voice: "Hey, senior!"
"The drone has become a spirit!" The ace senior was startled and raised the baseball bat in his hand and swung it hard.
Just like that, the first expensive new Monsoon product was smashed into pieces by a group of burly baseball players.
Jun Yi looked at the big boss beside him apologetically: "Uh, just now, I just wanted to play a joke on you. But the hardness of the shell needs to be improved. It's too easy to explode. It won't work after being hit seventeen or eighteen times. Moreover, the steering and acceleration response are delayed..." She seemed to know that she was not right, and her voice became softer and softer.
It was rare to see Jun Yi looking so guilty, like a kitten that had scratched the sofa and was meowing in the corner. Ji Shiyi curled the corners of his mouth and was in a very good mood.
"Tell me, what are you going to give me as compensation?"
The same lines happened a few months ago. Because Jun Yi destroyed a repeater chip, Ji Shiyi proposed a solution of 15 million in compensation and threatened the survival of the entire club.
How much will it cost this time?
Jun Yi pondered for a long time and winked at Ji Shiyi: "How about I treat you to a meal as an apology?"
"You little girl!" Assistant Ma was furious. "The chief engineer almost went to the ICU because of this sample. Do you know how much it is worth? And you're treating us to a meal..."
Ji Shiyi pushed Assistant Ma aside and looked down at the petite girl.
"Deal, I want to eat good food."
"It's the end of the month, and I only have some money left on my cafeteria meal card." How could Jun Yi, who earned his tuition by working part-time, really have enough money to eat well? "If you mind, can we do it another day?"
"I don't mind." Ji Shiyi finished the meal and turned to glance at Assistant Ma behind him. "You, go pick up the damaged parts and return to the company for optimization."
Huh? Not even providing meals? Assistant Ma felt abandoned by his “own” boss!
Jun Yi thought that Ji Shiyi would take over the entire cafeteria and eat until she had negative assets on her card, but unexpectedly, the big boss followed her example and took a meat dish and a vegetable dish. Looking closely, it was still a small meat dish. It seems that a person who uses 711 as a cafeteria is not picky about food.
"What are you looking at?" Ji Shiyi laughed. "If you really took a lot and you don't have the money to buy it, wouldn't it be even more embarrassing to put it back?"
"I've been busy with training and exams lately, so I quit my part-time job and am short of money." Jun Yi admitted generously.
Every time they met before, Jun Yi was busy making a living. He was blocked by people in the amusement park and taken advantage of by people at the exhibition. It was hard to describe.
"It doesn't matter if you don't want to work part-time." Ji Shiyi had a good memory, especially when he was holding a grudge. "When I asked you to be Ji Feng's test pilot, you refused so readily?"
"At the beginning, we were not familiar with each other..." Jun Yi winked at him playfully.
"Senior Junyi." A cheerful male voice interrupted their conversation.
A sunny young man appeared by the dining table. He had dimples when he smiled and looked very handsome.
"I heard from senior Lijia that she is looking for a part-time job during the winter vacation. Our lab is short of a recorder." The young man said enthusiastically, "It's not difficult. I just need to count and fill in forms every day. Food and accommodation are provided."
Jun Yi likes to look at handsome guys, and this handsome guy also comes with a bounty. Her eyes lit up immediately, but before she could say anything, she heard Ji Shiyi reject her: "She is not free."
"Hey, what are you doing?" How can I get the living expenses for next semester if I don't work?
The big boss threw down his chopsticks, covered her head with his palm, turned to the young man and said, "Jun Yi, I've ordered it."
The handsome student looked at the two of them in confusion: "Who is this?"
Ji Shiyi raised his eyebrows and threatened with his eyes, forcing Jun Yi to swallow the words "I don't know him".
"He is...my boss." Seeing his gloomy face, Jun Yi remembered Nie Qianqian's teachings and immediately added, "A very handsome and rich boss."
In terms of appearance, this junior is not much worse than Ji Shiyi; but in terms of aura, the big boss of society is not something that ordinary students can match. He is like a large vicious dog, exuding a strong aura that makes people retreat.
"I'm sorry to bother you. Enjoy your meal." The handsome junior wisely chose to leave.
After the people walked away, Ji Shiyi glanced at Jun Yi coldly.
"Why, you still want to work for someone else? Don't think I'll let you off so easily. The prototype of the Little Monsoon will be ready next month, and you have to test fly it every day until there are no bugs at all."
"Every day?" Jun Yi was not an easy target. "Okay, Princess Shiyi, let's fly together. Every day is every day."
In the following days, Ji Shiyi deeply understood what it meant to fly to the point of vomiting. But the words had been spoken, so there was no reason to take them back.
Assistant Ma found Ji Shiyi's act of risking his life to accompany Jun Yi incomprehensible. It was always others who revolved around his boss, and he had never seen a boss who would squeeze out time during the day to fly with him even if he had to work overtime until late at night.
Junyi's phone rang, she turned the plane back and took off her glasses. Ji Shiyi handed her the phone easily.
"I'm afraid that Xiao Z can't participate in the next game." Zhuo Fan said seriously on the other end of the phone, "He failed the midterm exam and has to stay in school during the winter vacation to make up for the missed classes."
Remembering how Xiao Z beat his chest and stamped his feet when he missed the car race photoshoot, Jun Yi asked, "Do you want to confirm it again?"
"This time it was Xiao Z's mother who contacted me to withdraw from the competition." Zhuo Fan said.
As a minor, Xiao Z still has to obey her parents' instructions no matter how dissatisfied she is. Just like before, Jun Yi was locked up in the basement by her aunt, and the neighbors felt sorry for her but no one could help her.
Children under the age of eighteen are like flowers blooming on big trees, delicate and beautiful, but they cannot go far.
"Is there anyone in our team who can be a substitute?" Jun Yi became worried.
Amateur teams are loosely managed, and except for the main players, the skills of the other pilots do not meet the competition requirements.
"I have to think about the three-on-four combat plan in advance. I'll be back from Guangzhou this week."
Jun Yi hung up the phone and glanced at Ji Shiyi beside him. He heard everything but didn't say anything.
"Princess Shiyi isn't worried?"
"Am I someone who cares about winning or losing?" Ji Shiyi asked back.
Seeing his calm and composed look, Jun Yi felt strange. Why did Ji Shiyi choose W from so many professional clubs?
Just because it doesn't cost money?