Yingjiang: Where Am I Bragging? Me: Finished

In the class at the National University of Defense Technology, the professor pointed to Yingjiang's exaggerated concept map and sighed: "The gap is too big, we can't catch up." Shen Yifei lowered his head silently and drew the complete design on the draft paper. At the end of the summer vacation, the "model aircraft assignment" he handed in shocked the entire Iron Fist theater. The military region's Level 2 combat readiness was sounded, and when the general rushed into the school, he saw the black tailless Phantom landing vertically. "This... Was really built by you in two months alone?" Since then, there has been an iron rule in the military industry: Whatever Yingjiang blows, Shen Yifei makes. They had just released their "Laser Weapon Concept" and his laser cannons were cutting through armored targets. They showed off the "unmanned wingman plan" and his Black Phoenix fighter jets had won 48 in a row. They were hyping up the "imaginary picture of the sixth-generation aircraft", while he silently wrote the project proposal for the "Pan-domain Sky Fighter". Until Yingjiang's latest press conference, it once again demonstrated the "nuclear-powered aerospace fighter aircraft a hundred years from now." Shen Yifei looked at the familiar parameters and finally couldn't help laughing. The assistant was confused: "Shen Gong, should we pursue him?" He shook his head and walked towards the fighter plane deep in the laboratory that had completed its first flight: "It was agreed that 'if the enemy can go, I can go too'…but the enemy didn't go at all."