Adjust the angle of the tail fin!
Adjust...
There's nothing left to adjust.
At this moment, he seemed to hear Boss He flying with a sword by his side, jokingly saying, "What's so difficult about this?"
He also seemed to hear his brother say, go ahead, use a speed that even desperation cannot catch up with.
The next moment, the wild wind in the mountains roared, pushing him to fly further away from the target.
If he fails this time, Qing Chen doesn't know if he can ever succeed again.
Suddenly, he felt a bit dazed, just feeling somewhat dejected.
In a brief moment, his thoughts were flying wildly.
You loved someone, traveled by train every week to visit them, ate instant noodles on the train, ate instant noodles at school, and over the years, accumulated a thick stack of train tickets, but later parted ways.
You worked hard for your studies, studying until midnight, waking up early before dawn, but still couldn't get into a good school.
