Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

"Professor Yang Rui, thank you for taking the route operated by Scandinavian Airlines." After the plane stabilized, the captain deliberately came out and greeted Yang Rui.

Yang Rui sat up straight and said with a smile, "Thank you for upgrading me."

"It's our honor." The captain is a Norwegian with a big beard, showing his white teeth, and said with a smile: "If there is anything worthy of praise in Sweden, it must be meatballs and the Nobel Prize. By the way, you Want to visit the flight cabin?"

"Hey, can you?"

"Of course, you can also fly the plane for a while if you like."

Before 9/11, the cockpit of an airplane was far less sacred and inviolable, and the captains were more than happy to come out and interact with the passengers. However, flying an airplane was considered an extra "reward", and usually only special guests encountered special airplanes. Long, there is such an opportunity.

Even if he won the Nobel Prize, Yang Rui didn't just encounter the opportunity to play with the plane.

Yang Rui glanced at Jing Yulan and asked again, "Can we go in together?"

"Of course, of course." The captain replied repeatedly.

Yang Rui and Jing Yulan walked into the cockpit under the envious eyes of the first-class passengers. The passengers didn't know that their own lives were flickering.

With the extra care of the captain and stewardess, the boring journey seemed to become easier.

next morning.

While the passengers were still in a daze, the announcement on the plane was turned on again.

The captain said in English: "We arrived at the sky above Beijing, 30 minutes earlier than expected, everyone can get off the plane earlier, and have a taste of Chinese breakfast... The weather is good today, I can lower the altitude a little bit so that Let’s take a look at the charming scenery first. Special notice to passengers from the west, this is the motherland of Mr. Yang Rui, the winner of this year’s Nobel Prize in Medicine and Physiology. You are looking at the same land with him. This is the story you will tell your grandson in the future. Good material... Huh..."

The faces of the smiling passengers who were listening to the captain's announcement froze.

What the hell is "Huh"?

"God!"

Passengers have already started crossing their chests.

Fortunately, the captain broadcasted again: "I see a large piece of red, I'm not sure what it is, it looks like a red flag, if it is a red flag, it is a big red flag... Wait a minute, we can It's starting to drop..."

Passengers in the cabin also looked out of the window one after another. From a suitable angle, they saw a piece of red on the ground.

The stewardess had to warn everyone and kept shouting: "Please fasten your seat belts, don't loosen your seat belts, the plane is landing..."

"Okay, I see it, it's not a red flag, oh, you must not imagine what it is." The captain's voice became high-pitched: "Ladies and gentlemen, you must not imagine what you are seeing. "

"This may be a scene that many people will never see in their lifetime. Everyone, I have to say that I have been flying in China for a while, but I have never seen such a scene." The voice of the captain continued. appeared on the radio.

As his volume increased, the altitude of the plane gradually decreased, and many people in the cabin could also clearly see the scene below.

"My God."

"Amazing."

"Is this the flag of China?"

Many foreigners were amazed.

Yang Rui and Jing Yulan also stretched their necks and looked down.

Looking from the air to the ground, a neat five-star red flag came into view.

If it was in a store, it would be an ordinary five-star red flag, but considering the height of the plane at this time, this red flag is even more impressive.

And, more and more amazing.

Because what makes up this five-star red flag is not simple cloth, but people lined up neatly.

A dense crowd of people.

The foreigners on the whole plane were shocked.

In fact, the Chinese were shocked too.

"How many people does it take?" Hu Chi couldn't help but speak.

"Based on my experience? A division?" The cadre who spoke stretched his neck, looked down carefully, and said, "Strengthen the division."

"It seems to be on the runway of the airport." The distance was a little closer, and everyone could see it more clearly.

"Why do you want people to occupy the runway? This will affect the landing of the plane." This is the foreigner in front of him, who asked without knowing why.

The Chinese diplomats, who were also unclear, had no choice but to explain in order to safeguard the dignity of the country: "China will make proper arrangements before holding major events, so that it will not affect the normal order of society..."

"They have few planes." There was another "China Hand" next to him to help explain.

...

"Look, the red flag is moving." In the cockpit, the pilots could see it more clearly.

Moreover, the lower the flight altitude, the more they discovered the scale of the red flag.

Soon, both Yang Rui and Jing Yulan also saw the phalanx crowd wearing red clothes, red hats and waving red scarves.

"Looks like a student?" Jing Yulan asked in surprise.

"It should be." Yang Rui was also full of curiosity.

To be honest, only by seeing it with your own eyes can you know how huge the phalanx of tens of thousands of people is.

"Both of you, please sit down, we are about to land." The captain glanced back to make sure that both Yang Rui and Jing Yulan had fastened the seat belts on the spare seats before starting to push.

The flight landed slowly at the Capital Airport.

Students waving red scarves also lined up neatly and approached.

Naturally, their formation cannot be as neat as a military parade, but the ups and downs and waves of changes really feel like a red flag fluttering.

Under the arrangement of the control tower, the flight came to a steady stop, and was submerged by the red flag in an instant.

"Welcome, welcome, warm welcome."

"Welcome, welcome, warm welcome."

The thunderous shouts reached everyone's ears through heavy sound insulation, bringing surprises to the Chinese and bewilderment to the foreigners.

"Professor Yang, Mr. Qiao is also here." Hu Chi saw the scene outside from the cabin, and suddenly couldn't sit still.

The corner of Yang Rui's mouth twitched twice, and asked, "What should I do then?"

"What to do, this is your time." Hu Chi said, sending Yang Rui to the hatch, and watching Yang Rui get off the plane.

Let's play!

The red scarf is fluttering!

Sing softly and neatly in harmony: "Let us swing our oars, the boat pushes away the waves, and the beautiful white tower is reflected on the sea..."

Mr. Qiao came slowly.

The Chinese and foreigners who were blocked on the plane and not allowed to get off looked at each other.

Hu Chi and others could not have imagined such a high-standard reception, while the foreigners were shocked by the huge crowds around them.

Yang Rui walked down the spiral staircase of the plane quickly, and looked around leisurely. Only then did he realize that the red scarves around him were wearing three stripes and two stripes on their arms. Seeing the sign painted red, it says "天@津大团", "湖@北孝@感满团" and so on...

Under the attention of countless cameras, under the watchful eyes of outstanding representatives of primary and secondary schools across the country, Yang Rui's hand was tightly held by Mr. Qiao, and in an instant, it was a big hug.

The flash was too bright to keep my eyes open.