Powerful Dragon Alpha Chapter 17: Accident

Chapter 17: Accident

Translated by Addis of Exiled Rebels Scanlations

Editor: Mimosa

Ming Huan went straight to the plate and stuffed half of the meat directly into his mouth. His cheeks were puffed out, making his cheeks look rounded. The eyes with some sharp light were just like his name, bright in the light color.

“I’m done eating.” Ming Huan carried the empty bowl out the door and handed it to the AI butler.

Not long ago, he had stuffed a pound and a half of beef, and now he had eaten a large plate of chicken.

Ming Huan’s stomach was full and a little round. Lying on his back on the bed, he pressed his belly a few times and curled his legs up before he slouched on the bed.

‘Eat and drink enough.’

‘The money has been earned.’

‘The future looked promising, he just needed to wait for the auction!’

Ming Huan grabbed the quilt to cover his face, and the corners of his mouth were almost to his ears. He hugged himself and rolled around, and his calves were hitting the buttocks. Suddenly, he lifted his head again to look into the room –

Yu Hanzhou left the room and left the door open at some point.

‘He’s gone.’

Ming Huan was even happier.

The feeling of irritation that was weighing him down when he was unwell a few days ago had completely disappeared.

He was not sure if the isolation agent really had an effect, or if the 10 million star coins were useful, but he was now pleasantly relaxed all over his body.

Although the projection of the past five or six hours to repair the warplane was still pure “brain work”, Ming Huan felt exhausted.

After the excitement was over, he actually fell asleep in seconds with the blanket.

He slept very deeply.

He slept so deep that he slept until the next morning, and he didn’t even know when he was carried by Yu Hanzhou on the flying machine that drove them to the closed training camp location.

When Ming Huan woke up in the training camp at 20,000 meters, he opened his eyes and was chilled by the whistling wind. He was still asleep with his head resting on the wall while sitting on a chair, and in front of him was an empty warplane parking lot. He looked down and saw him still wearing his home uniform, and the lieutenant next to him saw him wake up so he handed him the uniform in his hand.

He was sleeping like a good boy, and he looked beautiful. Admiral Yu was tall and long.

When he was held face up in Admiral’s arms, he looked like a little turtle lazily shrunken in its shell, resting with its belly up – without opening his eyes, he really looked like a young omega.

“Ming student, change your clothes first. I’m your instructor today.”

Ming Huan yawned.

He took the clothes and rubbed his eyes. He had just woken up so he was a little dazed.

Ming Huan knew that he had to go through ten days of intensive training to quickly master how to fly a warplane.

When Ming Huan came out again, he swept a glance at the three or four sensitive leapfrog fighters in the clearing. He yawned one last time and wiped away a little moisture from the corners of his eyes before he recognized that his “ride” today was from a crowd of very similar ones.

He turned to the side towards the lieutenant and very respectfully performed a standard military salute, and like all military students, he said, “Hello Lieutenant. Today, I’m counting on you.”

He didn’t dare.

After all, the lieutenant was not able to pass the Junior commander exam.

Yes, don’t look at this kid as thin and small, but he should be very good.

Maybe there was nothing he could teach him at all.

Admiral Yu told the lieutenant that he had just been to the hospital yesterday and had severe growth period differentiation syndrome. If he wants to sleep, let him sleep enough before he gets up to learn.

The lieutenant’s family had two alpha brothers, both military academy graduates. Neither one was so pampered that he was allowed to sleep in the training ground first for such closed training.

So he thought that this one should be the one that the admiral raised as a treasure in the palm of his hand.

He must be a little grandfather.

I would rather teach a little slower, not to offend him.

The lieutenant also acted much more casually because he thought so.

When teaching, they were not too serious. The atmosphere was always very relaxed.

The Pierce was one of the very few leapfrog fighters that the Federation had, and Ming Huan had already started out with a similar non-leapfrog fighter that had a similar operating screen, so the lieutenant took him past that one and to the test drive on the far side.

They were 20,000 meters high in the air from the bottom of their feet.

They were even stepping on the white clouds underneath.

Ming Huan slowly drove the warplane to the sprint track. The lieutenant saw him purse his lips slightly, as if he was a little nervous, and said comfortingly, “Don’t be nervous, just go ahead. Don’t worry, since you can even pass the Junior commander exam, this is just a spare fighter….”

Ming Huan is very receptive to such compliments.

He had never failed a pilot’s license test.

This warplane was only the most ordinary one.

Suddenly his confidence steadied, and he pressed the start button with one hand.

The lieutenant’s eyes widened violently.

‘Wait, wait a minute. I have not switched to the auxiliary teaching pilot mode -’

The fighter began to accelerate with a whoosh, and before the lieutenant could adjust his seat, he rushed out of orbit.

The lieutenant’s face went white as he hadn’t adjusted the auxiliary piloting mode. The console was now in Ming Huan’s hands, and he had no access to it!

Ming Huan pulled the control bar quickly, “Eh! Eh….”

“Pull to the bottom, pull to the bottom!” The lieutenant was startled, “This is purely hand control, first stabilize the balance bar!”

You only look pretty. How can you fly so wild! Just leave the landing pad like a normal person!!

Ming Huan’s heart contracted while watching the spare fighter fall straight down, frantic, he watched it fall. His mental status was a little chaotic, and he was more nervous than he was during the Junior commander exam.

His face was also white with fear.

The remote control lever was pulled with no feeling, and the fighter was going up and down, which scared the lieutenant.

This was not right.

The Junior commander exam was much more difficult than this alternate teaching fighter, and many of which were thousands of years old as well as sophisticated and complex. How was Ming Huan able to pass the Junior commander exam, but now even an ordinary alternate teaching fighter stumbled in his control.

After the warplane turned up and down a few times, Ming Huan was upside down so much that he was about to vomit.

Suddenly a traction rope hooked the tail of the fighter, and the control console emergency intervention instructions were said with a voice that was terribly cold, “Slow flameout, return first.”

The warplanes overhead were dragged towards the training base with their people, swaying one by one.

When Ming Huan came out, Yu Hanzhou had just gotten out of the warplane. The wind blowing his hair in front of his forehead made it a bit messy, and his face was hard to see, “Why not turn on the tutorial driving mode?”

The question was for the lieutenant.

However, his eyes were on Ming Huan.

Ming Huan was a temperamental and somewhat well-behaved character.

Although when he reached the growth period, he somehow seemed to be a bit timid and petulant at times. However, at heart, he was a good and violent boy.

Many young alphas who don’t know any better have this problem, which was arrogance.

“You think you’re great.” Yu Hanzhou came with a wide stride, “No need for instructional teaching at all?”

“After passing the Junior commander exam and being praised by a few omegas, you are so unaware of how the sky is?”

Yu Hanzhou put Ming Huan, whose legs were still a little weak from just coming down, into the cockpit again. He turned off all the auxiliary driving functions, and with a click, the seat was adjusted. Ming Huan was stuck in the seat, and his hand was pulled by Yu Hanzhou before it was pressed on the start button.

“Press it down.”

Ming Huan, after just a few high and low takeoffs and landings, was a little scared goose when the fighter flipped.

He subconsciously wanted to retract the hand.

However, the hand clasped on his wrist would not let him withdraw.

“Drive.”

Yu Hanzhou’s face was expressionless, “I’ll see what you can really do.”

The pressure of the SSS-Level dragon was unique, and it had a certain degree of deterrence for an undifferentiated young dragon like him.

The sweat on Ming Huan’s back exploded.

The last few days, Yu Hanzhou was indeed very good-tempered with him. For the strict and indifferent admiral, this attitude was almost to the point of coddling – buying him ice cream and giving him red wine. He accompanied him to the test flight, took him to the hospital, guarded him in isolation, and constantly stuffed him with food to eat.

Today, he was carried by him all the way over once he fell asleep, and he was also not at all alert as he did not wake up once on the way.

This kind of induced relaxing atmosphere made Ming Huan almost forget.

This Federation admiral was also a superb white feathered dragon.

When he was a cub, he knew that he had to resign himself to life from time to time. Recently, he seemed to be more and more lax as if he had really become his blood relative.

However, Yu Hanzhou, in fact, was simply a person who was not related to him, ah.

“Just now it was an accident….”

“Drive,” the Admiral’s voice was cold.

‘It doesn’t matter, just drive.’

Ming Huan took a deep breath and pressed the button on his hand with great determination.

Yu Hanzhou scanned the data on the console and reached out to adjust all the automatic controls to the most primitive settings.

‘Fuck, all, all manual, ah.’

‘Be a dragon, ba.’

Even the cabin air pressure and temperature, rotating gravity against subtle changes, as well as the navigation distance and the instrument table interface switch, all had to be manually adjusted.

‘Fuck, this was too much!’

Ming Huan turned his head, and just wanted to glare. However, the person next to him looked cold and his hard jaw line slightly raised made him look intimidating. He only swept a glance over, and silently retracted his gaze.

‘Okay, so fierce.’

Yu Hanzhou had always been so fierce.

‘How come I didn’t think it was to this extent before?’

Ming Huan’s heart surged with a little aggravation.

‘Forget it, all manual is all manual.’

Ming Huan pulled the lever forward, and the spare fighter accelerated from slow to fast before it soon shot up into the clouds again.

‘Come to think of it, he had learned to fly the aircraft so many times, but this seemed to be the first time Yu Hanzhou sat next to him.’

This time, the fighter was much more stable than last time.

Although it was fully manual and because Ming Huan was extra cautious, his brain was tight with tension. None of the keys were wrong, neither was the angle of the lever, nor the internal temperature and pressure. The data of gravity against all quickly adjusted to the right, while opening the positioning navigation, and it began to quickly adjust the navigation track manually.

Fine white palms like carved jade fly on the control panel.

“Wrong.”

Before the admiral’s words fell, the fuselage swayed slightly and began to tilt to the left.

This time Ming Huan really panicked.

‘What happened? This was only a simple lesson of a spare fighter.’

This time, his nose was sweating a little.

The horns on his forehead couldn’t resist, and both of them came out.