I Asked You to Earn Tuition Over Summer, Not Become a Mercenary!

After transmigrating to a parallel world, Jiang Cheng becomes a third-year student at the flight academy of a civil aviation university. Learning to fly is expensive, and the 700,000 to 800,000 yuan in training fees each year is practically suffocating him. To pay his tuition, Jiang Cheng has no choice but to go abroad and work during his summer vacation. On the first day back for his senior year, a group of paratroopers suddenly surrounded his classroom. “Are you Jiang Cheng? Come with us.” “What happened, soldier? Did I do something wrong?” “Is what you did not enough? Tell us what you got up to this summer.” “Nothing much. I just went abroad to take a part-time job and earn my tuition.” “What kind of part-time job requires you to go abroad?” “I don't have a pilot's license here, so I can't fly planes in the country.” “Heh. I doubt the planes you flew were exactly ordinary.” “They weren't all that unusual. Our country has exported more than a thousand of that model.” “Which model of our country's aircraft has been exported more than a thousand times? How come I've never heard of it?” “The J-6.” “So it really was you who shot down a Rafale in a J-6A in Africa a while ago?” “Uh... Besides the Rafale, there were several Mirage 2000s, and an unknown number of F-16s and MiG-21s.” The officer in charge took a deep breath and stared intently at Jiang Cheng. “One last question. If you were given a chance to turn over a new leaf, would you come with me?” Jiang Cheng hurriedly asked, “I'd be happy to, but can I make one small request?” “Go ahead.” “Could you let me fly a third-generation fighter? Second-generation planes just aren't thrilling enough.” “No.” “Huh?” “If you're going to fly, make it a fifth-generation fighter. Now that's thrilling.”