Spy-x-War Showdown Chapter 980 - 980 985 It's Better to Delay a Bit

980: Chapter 985: It’s Better to Delay a Bit 980: Chapter 985: It’s Better to Delay a Bit What could Yang Yi say?

Was he seriously going to start a dispute with the head instructor, who’s in charge of teaching flying at the training camp?

Absolutely not.

When rank cos into play, it’s best not to confront your superiors.

As long as he is at the CIA, even borrowing courage tenfold wouldn’t embolden him to provoke the instructor.

Rules are rules.

Regardless of one’s background or status, within the walls of the training camp, the instructor’s word is law.

This rule is universal.

Yang Yi, holding two flight manuals and carrying his bag, walked a not-too-distant path where a young man nad Reggie opened a door for him.

“Co in.

This will be your ho until you complete your training.

It’s our best room—a living room, a bedroom, and a private bathroom.

Apart from being slightly old, everything is pretty good.”

Yang Yi looked around and indeed, the conditions were quite good.

The computer was very new; he wasn’t sure if it had internet access, but it seed only the computer was new.

The other appliances and furniture looked sowhat worn but still in good condition.

Most importantly, everything was very clean.

“There’s a washing machine in the bathroom, and soone will bring you more detergent when it runs out.

Usually, it’s operational staff who stay here, so most of the ti, without permission, no one else is allowed in.

If you need soone to clean for you, you’ll have to hang this sign on the door.

Uh, the computer can be used for gas, but it cannot connect to the internet.

Mobile phones and all wireless communication devices are also forbidden.

If you must contact the outside world, you need to apply for permission to go out.

als are convenient.

If you prefer not to et others, you can request food delivery, but that requires an application too, as long as you qualify, your request will certainly be approved.”

Reggie paused and then said, “If you want to go to the dining hall, then go out, turn right, and walk about two hundred ters; that’s where you’ll eat.

There are separate dining areas for instructors and students.

If you haven’t applied for individual als, then you’ll have to eat with the regular students.

Any other questions?”

Yang YI thought for a mont and smiled, “No, thank you.”

While talking, Yang Yi skillfully took out a hundred-dollar bill and handed it to Reggie; both of them were montarily stunned.

Embarrassed, he took back the money.

Yang Yi awkwardly said, “I’m sorry, really very sorry.

I’ve just got used to doing that outside.”

Yang Yi really had gotten used to tipping, but there was no need to tip anyone in the training camp.

Of course, he did it to foster a particular image.

Creating an image of soone wealthy and extravagant was essential now that he was in the training camp; he had to reinforce this image at every mont.

“Uh, no problem, I understand.

Then I will take my leave.

I am Mr.

Hegelhaus’ assistant.

If you need anything, you can contact .

Goodbye.”

After Reggie left, Yang Yi sighed, closed the door, went to wash his hands, and then placed the flight manuals on the desk, opening the cover.

As expected, the content of the flight manuals included flight theory and regulatory knowledge; the two manuals covered helicopters and fixed-wing aircraft.

Despite significant differences, there were many similarities in regulations.

It’s not much different from taking a driving test.

However, the manuals Yang Yi received weren’t quite the sa as those used for civilian private pilot certifications; his were more comprehensive and detailed.

In truth, they were quite similar, but the genuine differences associated with civilian flying would be covered in more advanced training.

Returning to the notion of rote morization, for Yang Yi, there was no difficulty here.

After putting down the flight manuals, Yang Yi picked up the phone and dialed the training camp’s internal line.

Soon after, he spoke firmly, “Hello, I am flight student Yang Yi, requesting to have als individually.”

Shortly, after the operator verified Yang Yi’s identity, they quickly responded, “Your request has been approved.

Do you want to specify al tis?

Our food service is fixed, but you can choose delivery tis.”

“Regular al tis will be fine, thank you.”

Having settled the al arrangents, Yang Yi returned to the desk and flipped open the book.

It had been a long ti since he felt this tingling excitent—especially knowing he needed to take exams.

Yang Yi liked studying, especially exams, particularly morization-based ones, as there was nothing more morable from his student days than scoring perfectly on a test.

Don’t say that morized knowledge isn’t useful; the key is that Yang Yi could morize it quickly while others couldn’t.

Does that an the ones who can’t morize are impressive and Yang Yi is useless?

Yang Yi read slowly, at least half as fast as usual for the flight manuals that weren’t too thick.

Ti passed swiftly; Yang Yi arrived in the morning and by noon, he had only managed to get through half of the flight manuals, which contained over two hundred thousand words—a slow pace for him.

When soone knocked at the door, Yang Yi closed his eyes, rubbed his forehead, then stood up and opened the door to receive a bag of food.

The bag contained a simple lunch: a sandwich, a chicken salad, a pie, and a large cup of hot coffee.

Slowly finishing his lunch without leaving anything behind, Yang Yi felt very hungry after ntal exertion, although it wasn’t too tiring physically.

After lunch, Yang Yi didn’t continue reading; instead, he lay down on the bed for a short nap, just fifteen minutes.

Upon waking, he used the bathroom, then got up and continued reading his flight manuals.

By two o’clock, Yang Yi had finished the CIA fixed-wing aircraft training manual.

He opened the helicopter flight manual and continued reading, carefully perusing the differences and quickly going through the familiar parts.

This ti, he read much faster, and by six o’clock in the evening, he had finished both flight manuals.

Standing up to stretch his limbs, Yang Yi put away the flight manuals, then opened the door and stood outside.

“Is this too rushed?”

Just standing outside, Yang Yi suddenly felt he was perhaps overly eager.

It was now six in the evening; although dinner ti was around seven, Hegelhaus likely had already left.

Most importantly, mastering two flight manuals in a single day might seem astonishing.

After hesitating for a mont, Yang Yi retreated back into the room, closed the door, and decided not to appear too extraordinary—postponing the test until tomorrow would be better.