I Became an Academy Attack Helicopter - I Became an Academy Attack Helicopter chapter 134

134 – Chapter 42. Last Semester – 2

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I have heard bad news one after another from all over the world.

Terrorism from demons was frequent in the Pavis Continent across the sea, and damage continued, such as being attacked by Canael’s merchant ships and aircraft.

Because there are many countries with political interests in the continent of Ireland, where we live, there was an active behind-the-scenes work.

Especially, the situation in the Eitian Empire, less than a year after the end of the civil war, was quite chaotic.

The conflict between the capital and local powers, the cause of the last war, ended with violence and oppression rather than amicable reconciliation and resolution of the conflict, and a fire that could not be extinguished was sleeping.

Even though it ended early for a civil war in which a huge empire was divided into two, the Alliance’s investigation team was dispatched whenever there were reports of cases where demons were suspected of intervening in the aftermath.

I and the two warriors and the 3rd year pilot class students at Celeste Military Academy are skilled helicopter pilots and many members of the helicopter unit under the hero, so they were going to play a pivotal role in the war against the demons.

And they are now… ….

“Run! Aneka!”

“Roy, if you lose, you will reach the teacher!”

“If this happens, only you will lose… Ouch!”

The 5th floor of the old school where there is a simulation classroom.

The simulation screen was projected on the front screen of the classroom.

The two frantically moving screens showed magic, rockets, and missiles fired from dozens of anti-aircraft weapons.

Every time one was hit, the screen went red and the crowd trembled.

After a while, two helicopters crossed the finish line side by side.

The children murmured for a moment, then looked at me with their meal tickets.

Familiarly, I operated the device in the corner of the classroom and looked at the records.

“Aneka got two more hits, but instead took three more enemies and came in 0.2 Seconds faster.”

“Uh… So, Aneka?”

I nodded to someone’s question.

Half of the crowd cheered and the other half sighed.

“Come on, those guys who gave Roy get their meal tickets here.”

The friends who conducted this bet collected meal tickets from the losers and distributed them to the winners.

There were brief harsh words between Roy and the losers who came out of the simulator with his head bowed, but it didn’t turn into a fight.

The only thing used for the bet was a meal ticket, which was not used for a long time, and above all, because I was watching.

My classmates are especially looking at me these days to see if they have recognized someone who will become a high person in the future.

I think that such an attitude should be compulsorily taught to first and second graders.

At the beginning of the second semester, there were many aspiring helicopter pilots who would soon go to war thanks to the support such as the deterioration of the third year students.

For the time being, only 3rd year pilot class students can access the after-school simulation classroom by principal Kirst and pilot class head Armion, who decided that more practice and experience were needed.

The 2nd grade pilot class and the 1st graders complained to me, but I couldn’t do anything about it.

And around the time the second semester’s midterm exams passed, betting under the guise of training was popular in the after-school simulation classroom.

Of course, I was controlling so that no more than two rounds were played in a day, so I didn’t forget a lot of training time.

In the beginning, by the time they finished their second year, they had already mastered the simulation.

In the first semester of this year, the simulation of the version that increased the difficulty by repeating improvement and plausible implementation of the battlefield using actual data was also completed during the first semester of this year.

In addition, there were many friends who had the title of ‘Helicopter pilot with practical experience’, which few people currently have.

So, it was additional training, and if I had to monopolize this place, I would only do something else like this.

Because I thought I could improve my skills even a little bit through competition, I was encouraging them at a level that the teachers didn’t notice.

Get some food tickets with the referee fee and bets.

“Erif. When is the Drake type tester coming out?”

“Well. Should I ask the lab?”

The research center of the Celeste Military Academy was the place where most of the helicopter research was done, and there were also warriors, so a new type of helicopter was being built here.

For that reason, the main engineers of the Union often visited the school.

Chermia and Shane were spending their last semester busy going back and forth between the labs with little to no class.

It was just like that when I was in first grade.

I was training pilot candidates like this without doing anything special.

Let’s start the next game soon.

“Next up, Rodney, Trom.”

Two male students warmed up and entered the simulator.

The staff received food ticket bets, and soon there was a noisy gambling board.

One day in late October after the midterm exam.

The use of the simulation classroom was banned for a while because the custodian found out about a simulation bet that was popular.

There are no tactics or classes, and all of my friends are busy, so I decided to go to a club after a long time.

It used to be Yurine’s relic research club, but it might have disappeared.

I heard that there are classmates who stop by from time to time, so that’s fine.

4Th floor of the old school building. Earlier last year, I opened the door to the classroom next to the small warehouse where Ireana and Hermera were taught.

Druck-

In the middle of the classroom, several students in white gowns were looking at something, and then turned around in surprise.

“Eh, Erif-senpai?”

“What’s wrong with you here?”

Tak-tak

I immediately closed the door and turned around, but was caught in the club room by the juniors who jumped out.

“Let go of this.”

“I haven’t seen you in a long time, are you going to be so cold?”

Because I often see her in her class, I lightly flicked her finger on the forehead of a very friendly female junior.

Her junior let out her brief scream and rubbed her forehead, but didn’t let go of her hand holding my arm.

“Have I told you before? This is Erif Cruel-senpai. I’m in my third year, and I belong to my club.”

When the introduction was over, the juniors all applauded.

I asked the question while fanning her hands with a fever on her face for nothing.

“How did you know I belonged here? I haven’t been out this year.”

My school recruited club members at the end of the first year, and since the second year, it is a formal activity, so at the beginning of last year, I did not see second-year juniors here for a brief moment to teach Ireana.

“Because I am the manager. I got the list.”

After giving a slight glance to the manager, who was smiling brightly, he looked at the other juniors.

Some of the kids I saw in class, and some I saw for the first time.

“There are more members than I thought.”

Last year there was no one except Yuri, but now there are only 5 sophomores.

“Okay. Research bonus points are hard to get. There are about 10 more on the list. There are already a few first-year students who are coming next year.”

“Hmm.”

It was also because of the extra points.

I really liked the attitude of pursuing additional points.

“Then, as the oldest member of the club, please say something.”

“Wow!”

The juniors did not hide their raised corners.

Everyone wants to make fun of me.

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Perhaps they are shy and want them to refuse or get angry, but the cheeky juniors won’t act the way they want them to.

After clearing her throat a few times, she opened her mouth.

“Speaking of relics, I remember the first time I rode the ‘Seraph Type’, which is a relic that I own. That was a few years ago It’s been about 3 years since the relics were excavated. I was still a young student back then…….”

I began to unravel my past, where truth and lies were properly mixed.

It took less than two minutes for the expressions of the juniors who listened with interest at first to harden.

30 Minutes after the story ended, everyone looked like they were going to die.

“It’s been a while since I talked a lot, so my throat hurts.”

The mountain behind the school was setting the sun on its back.

I leaned against the window in the hallway where the setting sun had set and drank water.

The cool autumn wind brushes my hair.

“I didn’t know that seniors would talk so much… ….”

The manager stood next to me with a tired face.

As soon as the story was over, the other juniors ran away saying something happened, so the manager and I were the only ones here.

“But is everything you just said true?”

“No.”

The manager, who had an absurd expression on his face like a knife, nodded his head as if he knew it in his heart.

It was a story that the placenta made up on the spot, so even when I thought about it, there were a lot of contradictory words.

There were also stories that seemed absurd when I think about it now because I was writing even the stories of the Shinma Wars.

“Then is there anything you really want to say?”

“What do you do after hearing my story? It wouldn’t be any fun.”

“I tried to select good phrases and make them a lesson for the club.”

I dropped the paper cup without knowing what the manager said.

I drank all the water, so nothing happened, but the action of the junior in front of me became a little scary.

“Is that so? Do I really need to worry about my words as a single student? It wasn’t that I worked hard in club activities. I had quite a few friends that I saw for the first time.”

“Still, we are not all. How popular is the senior among the juniors? In the first semester, I was injured so much that when I couldn’t attend class, the whole school mood subsided.”

“I did.”

When I was in class as a teaching assistant, they were just joking around every day, but they seem to like me more than I thought.

Good phrase. I shook my head a bit, but I couldn’t think of any good words because I ran out of party to make up the story earlier.

Should I just say it in moderation?

“I went to school hard.”

“Yes?”

“That’s all I really want to say.”

The manager pondered my words for a moment and answered with a bright expression.

“Yes!”

A few days later, in the club room where I went to play again, I found a frame with the phrase ‘Let’s go to school hard’ hanging on it.

Anyway, you need to know one thing about your ability to act.