A young technician muttered to himself, his voice filled with a dreamlike uncertainty.
The next second, his colleague threw the wrench in his hand high into the air and roared with all his might.
"We did it!"
"WOOOO—!"
Twenty days of suppressed fatigue, anxiety, and excitement erupted all at once.
The entire hangar became a sea of joy.
Lin Xue leaned against a pile of parts crates, watching the celebrating crowd and then the perfect creation before her, and felt her eyes grow hot.
Zhao Yu silently wiped his hands, his gaze never leaving the fighter jet's engine nozzle, looking at it as if it were his own newborn child.
Wei Chen, on the other hand, dropped to his knees and muttered incantations at the complex Rune Array on the jet, looking like a man possessed.
"What's all the noise about?"
A calm voice came from the second floor.
Han Feng, dressed in a clean training uniform, ambled down the stairs, a cup of steaming Spirit Tea in his hand.
