Chapter 33

"I, I... I'll do it!"

Chen Fei, with a long face, had no choice but to reluctantly agree.

If he dared to utter a single "no," he would likely end up lying here tonight.

In the end, he still couldn't escape the fate of repaying his debt with his body.

"Hahahaha, that's settled then. Good brother, from now on, I, Chekhov, will take care of you."

Chekhov's originally ferocious expression suddenly changed, and he burst into laughter, slapping Chen Fei's shoulder heartily as if he had never intended to hold a grudge from the start.

The crowd, who had been on edge, collectively let out a sigh of relief, their faces breaking into smiles, and the atmosphere in the room returned to a relaxed and cheerful state.

"Chekhov, if, if there's nothing else, I'll take my leave."

Chen Fei wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and prepared to take his leave.

"Want a drink? Come on, come on, come on, Wu Song over Jingyang Ridge, three bowls and you can't leave!"

The big bear pressed Chen Fei back into his seat with one hand, called the bartender, and ordered a dozen freshly mixed "Nuclear Sunset" cocktails.

A small drink, a push, and it's off. Two ounces down, and you're spinning 720 degrees. Not being able to drink isn't what an aviator is all about. If the Air Force needs your drinking capacity, and you can't handle half a beer, what kind of person are you?!

Think about how the "Surgical Scalpel of the Skies" came to be. This is a tradition, and there's nothing wrong with it!

A welcome drink, a name drink, a preview drink, a review drink, an interview drink... *chug chug chug*.

These drunkards always come up with creative reasons to force drinks, one, two, three, four, and then again.

Wu Song must have been angered by the innkeeper at the foot of Jingyang Ridge who forced him to drink. Killing someone requires compensation, and the poor tiger became the scapegoat. What a fishing law enforcement! The county chief of public security, Wu Dutou, beat the tiger to death with his fists, gaining fame and fortune, with both high IQ and EQ.

Chen Fei didn't know how he left the "Medusa's Beauty" bar. When he fully regained consciousness and opened his eyes, he found himself lying on his bed in the dormitory, with the alarm clock still beeping incessantly.

The aftereffects of the "Nuclear Sunset" cocktail were strong, causing a splitting headache upon waking. The memories of last night began to flood back like a tide.

The AK-47 assault rifle, given to him by Squadron Leader Chekhov for self-defense, had somehow become severely damaged. For Chen Fei, a millionaire, a gun worth a million star coins was something he couldn't afford to replace. No money, but a life to offer.

He didn't seem to have been beaten, and they negotiated, but in the end, he was still tricked by that big bear. Being a pilot, really, are you treating a ferociously brutal killing dragon like a kitten or a puppy?

Damn it!

A few cocktails were forced down his throat, leaving him disoriented and involuntarily dancing with the crowd. Then, carrying the broken AK, he stumbled to the neighboring cafeteria, not sure what he said to Chef Abel, who seemed to shed tears and looked reluctant to let go... *sigh*! I'm straight, not gay, and I absolutely won't get entangled with Abel.

Hmm! It's for the bird, my bird, *spit*, this bird has feathers, *spit* *spit*, as long as it's a bird, can it not have feathers?

It can fly, yes, it can fly!

But, where did it fly to?

The memory returned to this point, and Chen Fei's mind went blank. He had definitely blacked out from drinking.

"Chirp!~"

A clear and tender bird chirp rang in his ear.

Something moved above his head. He looked up and saw a small, sharp beak.

"A:>\cls"

This time, he finally saw clearly. My bird is still here.

Chen Fei let out a long sigh of relief, regaining some of his memory.

He had only entrusted the baby bird to Chef Abel for a day, but the tall Gaul had already developed an emotional bond. When he came to retrieve the baby bird, the chef showed a sorrowful expression of parting.

Tsk! A Gaul's tears are not worth much.

"It can fly now, it's time to give it a name!"

Chen Fei reached out to catch the baby bird, which had somehow taken up part of his pillow.

"Chirp! Chirp!"

The baby bird chirped a few more times, allowing itself to be held in his palm, looking at it from all angles.

In just one day, the flight feathers on its wings had become more resilient, but he still didn't know what species it was.

Since the frequent exchange between the Canopy Realm and the Blue Star Realm, many hybrid species have appeared, without the large-scale reproductive isolation predicted by biologists. Instead, the biodiversity of both realms has become more complex, with new species frequently emerging. It's hard to say whether this is a good or bad thing.

Even between the human races of the two worlds, there is no reproductive isolation, and there is a certain homologous connection in their DNA sequences, providing strong evidence for the more advanced "Great World Tree Hypothesis" in the study of "Dimensional Membrane Theory."

"How about calling you Little Chicken? Little Chicken jī?"

Chen Fei chuckled mischievously but shook his head and gave up on this naughty name.

If he needed to find it, he would have to ask people, "Have you seen my little **?"

Such a shameful phrase would make him seem like a pervert.

"Chirp chirp!"

The baby bird chirped innocently, unaware that it had almost been given a name similar to a baby tyrannosaurus rex.

"You love to chirp so much, how about calling you Little Chirp? You shouldn't object, right? Little Chirp!?"

Chen Fei asked the baby bird seriously in his hand.

Sure enough, it didn't say no.

So, it's decided, Little Chirp!

"Chirp chirp!"

After a quick wash, he fed Little Chirp a few mealworms, took two loaves of bread from his backpack, placed the little bird on his shoulder, and headed to the hangar for work.

Now that it could fly a couple of laps in the dormitory, it no longer needed to be carried in a birdcage.

The backpack full of bread given by Shen Fei was enough to save him several days of food expenses.

At this critical moment, even a small mosquito is meat, and every little bit counts.

Just as he entered Hangar 1, he saw the tall and slender figure of Xiao Jixiu in the distance. Chen Fei shrank his neck and involuntarily slowed his steps.

Being conscripted by Chekhov, he wasn't sure if it counted as betraying the maintenance team.

Thinking of the fists of the maintenance team leader, which were no less formidable than the big bear's, he couldn't help but feel guilty and anxious.

The baby bird on his shoulder chirped a few times.

Hearing the clear chirping, Xiao Ming turned his head and saw Chen Fei.

"Xiao Chen, come over here."

"Oh, oh, I'm coming right away!"

Chen Fei glared at the innocent baby bird perched on his shoulder.

"Chirp chirp!"

Little Chirp was completely innocent.

"Are you going to Chekhov's pilot interview tonight? Do you want sugar?"

Xiao Ming poured a steaming cup of coffee for Chen Fei in the maintenance team's office and pressed the coffee machine, which started to hum.

After drinking heavily last night, a cup of coffee in the morning was necessary to sober up.

"No sugar, thank you. Uh, tonight... indeed."

Chen Fei didn't know how to start. He didn't actually know the time of the "True Fragrance" combat squadron's pilot interview, but he got a hint from the maintenance team leader.

The baby bird on his shoulder hopped down his arm and onto his hand, curiously peering into the paper cup of coffee.

Although it could now spread its wings, it still liked to hop around, and its strength was not yet sufficient for sustained flight.

"I mean, if you don't want to, I can tell Chekhov for you."

The coffee machine finally finished, and Xiao Ming poured himself a cup, adding a cube of sugar and stirring slowly with a spoon.

"I... I want to!"

Chen Fei originally wanted to say no, but as the words were about to come out, he changed his mind.

The seven deadly sins of life: poor! poor! poor! poor! poor! poor! poor!

Lack of money is a sin, and owing debt is even worse.

Being a pilot is a high-paying job, and he had to bow to reality.

Emmmm... so fragrant!

"Is it because of the debt?"

Despite his tall and muscular build, Xiao Jixiu had a very细腻的心思, accurately grasping the crux of the matter.

Chen Fei frankly said, "Yes!"

He didn't like living beyond his means, didn't like owing money, and loved to save and hoard, a trait passed down through generations and even imprinted in his genes.