My name is Li Xiaoran. In my previous life, I was an ace Air Force pilot. I died crashing my plane to save a comrade. Reborn, I became Shandong Airlines’ youngest captain. I had already met the required flight hours, and I was a wisecracking jokester with a top student’s brain and a stubborn streak. Nobody could stop me from taking to the skies.
In this life, I’m going to fly higher and steadier. Three thousand meters in the sky is my stage, and every flight is my battlefield. But the new recruits in the squadron refuse to listen, my rookie first officer is reckless, the tower controller snaps at me with a cold stare, and just before takeoff, we run into a flap malfunction.
Then I unexpectedly gain a golden finger.
It gives me an encyclopedic knowledge of every part of an aircraft, a photographic memory for flight logs, and lightning-fast instincts for predicting danger.
I can hear an engine’s unusual noise, feel when something is wrong with the controls, and read changes in the weather as easily as chatting with an old friend.
Others rely on instruments; I rely on instinct. When others panic, I smile. When others hesitate, I’ve already made my decision. Zhao Hang is convinced, the cabin crew believe in me, and even the stone-faced controller sneaks a second look at me.
From diverting to save lives to miraculous emergency landings, from celebrity meltdowns to international rescue missions, I lead my team through thunderstorms, foil conspiracies, and face-slap the jealous and petty. Time and again, I send Shandong Airlines’ reputation soaring into the clouds.
In this life, I’ll turn a hundred flights into legends and bring every passenger safely home. Planes wait for no one, and the skies don’t always cooperate, but as long as I’m here, we’ll land safely.
I’m going to become a legend of the skies, and she’ll be waiting for me at the control tower.
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