Chapter 225

Qin Yun discovered for the first time the advantages of the title "Qin Ye," and felt he might already secure his C certificate.

When he appeared at the registration desk, the base director personally came over to handle his paperwork. Though puzzled that Qin Yun didn't even have an A certificate, he granted him the maximum possible privileges after learning Qin Yun intended to compete in the Red Bull Extreme Fixed-Point Skydiving Championship.

"Qin Ye, the maximum I can give you is twelve jumps per day—no more," Yan Da, also a fan of Qin Yun, naturally knew his physical condition far exceeded ordinary people: "I can waive all theoretical and training courses—you only need to take the written exam."

Qin Yun smiled: "Thanks, Brother Yan—that's perfect. I was actually worried about time running out."

Yan Da laughed heartily: "I've watched your fixed-point skydive over the Indian Ocean."

He gave a thumbs-up, admiring: "Though it was only one sample, that jump alone proves you're no novice—dropping from three thousand meters and landing precisely on target center? Even internationally, that's top-tier performance."

He sighed slightly and shook his head: "Skydiving is still mostly an overseas sport. Though our countrymen often join international competitions, many can't even pass preliminaries and get eliminated early. If Qin Ye could bring glory to our nation, it would be ideal."

"How many people in China currently practice this sport?" Qin Yun asked curiously.

"Professional skydivers nationwide number in the hundreds."

"So few?"

Yan Da chuckled bitterly: "It's not something ordinary people can afford—it takes money and free time."

Qin Yun understood. After Yan Da had Qin Yun sign liability waivers and death acknowledgment forms, he took the two on a tour of the base to familiarize them with its general setup.

"Our base regularly hosts club athletes coming to take certification tests, but most just aim for an A certificate. Even so, the pass rate is extremely low."

"That's the wind tunnel—Qin Ye, you can start training here to adapt."

"We have six helicopters with fixed jump zones; round-trip timing is controllable. As long as you can land precisely and perfectly within the target zone each time, twelve jumps a day is achievable."

As he spoke, he remembered something: "There's a person worldwide who pursued maximum daily jumps—Qin Ye, do you know how many he made in twenty-four hours?"

"How many?"

"Exactly six hundred and forty."

"Holy shit, that many? How's that even possible?" Qin Yun couldn't imagine—it wasn't like ground jumping; each jump required a helicopter takeoff, a drop, then another takeoff.

Even in PUBG, you don't jump that many times in a day.

"Hahaha, they prepared in advance—ultra-low-altitude jumps. Helicopters climb to height in one or two minutes. Three planes, flying far apart, landing directly onto another, multiple parachute packs ready—that's how they did it."

Su Huan gasped but pinched the waist of the man beside her, shooting him a warning glance not to even think of such a thing.

Qin Yun did entertain the idea briefly, but after a moment's thought, he abandoned it. First, whether this base could even manage it was uncertain; even if it could, why would they?

"It's getting late, Qin Ye. Tomorrow I'll personally oversee you—get some rest."

After bidding farewell to Yan Da, the two returned to the hotel, didn't cause any trouble, and slept soundly through the night.

The next day, after breakfast at the hotel, they saw some of yesterday's trainees, full of enthusiasm, walking together toward the distant training building.

"Qin Ye!"

Ye Ran stepped out of the hotel with Lu Hao, Ding Shuo, and You Jundu. Seeing Qin Yun and his girlfriend heading away from the training building, she hurried over to greet them.

"Manager Ye!"

Qin Yun nodded to her, then gave a slight bow to Ding Shuo and You Jundu. As for Lu Hao, he didn't even look at him—leaving Lu Hao fuming.

"Qin Ye, is your training theory class today?"

"No—I plan to start ground simulation, then jump solo this afternoon."

"You don't even have a certificate!" Lu Hao blurted before Ye Ran could speak. "How can you jump solo without one?"

Qin Yun couldn't be bothered to answer him, signaled Ye Ran, and walked off with Su Huan toward another building.

Ding Shuo watched their retreating backs, nudged Lu Hao: "Given Qin Ye's skydiving expertise, do you really think he needs theory class? The base director will definitely greenlight him—it's not unusual."

Lu Hao grumbled: "Hmph, he's just riding on his reputation. I think that Indian Ocean jump was pure luck—no wind over the ocean, just coincidence."

"Show me one coincidence like that," Ye Ran glared at him. "From now on, shut up. If you don't pass the C certificate, you'll regret it."

"Only forty-some jumps left—I've got this in the bag," Lu Hao tilted his head, utterly confident he wouldn't fail.

He wasn't new here—he'd accumulated over one hundred fifty jumps already, plenty of experience. Getting a C certificate was effortless.

Ye Ran shook her head and led the three, keeping a distance as they followed Qin Yun and Su Huan.

Not long after, a crowd gathered around a wind tunnel device. Many trainees were preparing there. Qin Yun and Su Huan watched for a while and saw the wind tunnel was powered by dozens of fans.

At that moment, an instructor began instructing trainees to prepare.

The first trainee was a woman. She looked nervous. Once she stood inside the tunnel, the instructor opened the valve. Instantly, the dozens of fans spun, generating powerful upward wind that slowly lifted her off the ground.

Her expression shifted from nervousness to excitement, then to panic—all within seconds—before she tumbled helplessly to the ground, unable to stabilize her body under the wind force.

"Again, Jiang Yuanyuan! Don't move randomly—did you forget everything taught in class?" The instructor scolded without mercy, then shut off the fans.

Qin Yun watched with interest until Yan Da came over to call him.

"Qin Ye, your training is in the private wind tunnel over there."

"Good!"

Soon, Qin Yun and Su Huan followed Yan Da into a private room containing another wind tunnel. Ye Ran and the other three were already there, along with a stranger—an instructor.

"Da Ge!" "Da Ge!" "Da Ge!"

Everyone greeted him warmly. Ye Ran was especially enthusiastic and seemed very familiar with Yan Da.

"Da Ge must be a legend in this circle."

Yan Da smiled wryly: "Everyone's too kind—I've only achieved minor results internationally, nothing worth mentioning."

"It's not just minor results. The international competitions hosted by the U. S. gather the world's top skydivers. Just making it to the semifinals is already incredible."

Ye Ran didn't agree.

"Enough about the past," Yan Da waved it off, turning to Qin Yun: "Qin Ye, you go first, or watch a bit?"

"No rush—I'll change clothes first. Let them go ahead."

"Alright, Xiao Guo, you go first."

Xiao Guo was the unfamiliar instructor, responsible for Lu Hao, Ding Shuo, and the others.

After changing into a training jumpsuit in the locker room, Qin Yun arrived at the wind tunnel. Lu Hao and the others had already begun training—You Jundu was currently airborne.

One glance told Qin Yun he was a professional, far superior to the previous trainees.

His posture was steady; though he wobbled occasionally, overall he remained stable, his body lying flat as if pressed to the ground.

"Ready, I'm adjusting the balance," Coach Guo reminded, pressing a few buttons on the machine.

Instantly, the wind speed inside the tunnel changed; You Jundu's body lost balance and tilted to one side, but he was no novice and had prepared—he immediately adjusted his body angle, regaining stability.

"Good!" Ye Ran clapped, favoring You Jundu most among the three—calm, unassuming, composed in action.

As Coach Guo disrupted his balance several more times, You Jundu recovered each time; only the final sudden weightlessness threw him off, but he stabilized just before touching the ground.

Overall, it was quite impressive.

"Jundu, you've improved," Ding Shuo punched You Jundu's chest. "Damn, I couldn't have reacted to that last one."

"I'm next!"

Lu Hao walked toward the wind tunnel equipment.

As the fans turned on, Lu Hao was lifted. Qin Yun quickly saw that though this kid was arrogant, he had real grounds for it—his body control was slightly stronger than You Jundu's; no matter how the balance shifted, he adjusted in time.

But Qin Yun also noticed the wind tunnel wasn't running at maximum capacity.

Soon, Ding Shuo also trained.

"Qin Ye, B-level or A-level?"

Yan Da stood before the control panel and asked.

Qin Yun's gaze swept over Ye Ran and the others, finally landing on Su Huan; he grinned at her and said, "Go straight to S-level!"

Yan Da internally swore, warning: "Qin Ye, S-level equals a Category 18 typhoon—wind speed hits 280 km/h. One misstep and you'll be blown out of the safety zone."

"Damn show-off!"

Lu Hao sneered, refusing to believe Qin Yun could train at the highest setting—such a narrow space meant even a slight deviation would fling him out. He knew they'd only used B-level before, and even that equaled a Category 12 typhoon.

Then he glanced covertly at Su Huan and cursed inwardly: this bastard ate so damn well, he was envious to the point of cellular separation.

"No problem, go ahead."

I'm about to show off!

Seeing Qin Yun was serious, not joking, Yan Da nodded and pulled the lever to activate the machine.

As wind surged upward from beneath him, growing from weak to strong, Qin Yun's body effortlessly lifted into the air.

He spread his limbs; his body stabilized instantly. If not for his clothes snapping violently in the gale, he looked as if fixed motionless in midair.

"Qin Ye, I'm increasing wind speed and altering balance—pay attention."

Qin Yun ignored him; his body precisely sensed the wind's subtle shifts—this terrifying perception let him adjust instantly.

Thus, as Yan Da increased wind speed and altered balance, Qin Yun remained utterly still, leaving Yan Da puzzled.

"Fuck, is the machine broken?"

He adjusted again—the display clearly showed wind force magnitudes at different angles. The machine wasn't broken.

Lu Hao frowned, glancing at Yan Da: "Da Ge, didn't Qin Ye say S-level? Give it to him!"

Yan Da didn't look up; he simply switched the balance controller to random mode.

"It's already S-level. Balance is in random mode."

"Impossible!"

Lu Hao immediately denied it: "How could he stay perfectly still at max level? Is the machine broken?"

Yan Da's gaze settled on the wind tunnel, smiling faintly: "Because Qin Ye has fully merged with the wind. Watch his movements—he's making constant micro-adjustments."

Lu Hao stared closely and soon spotted the unusual detail.

His face filled with disbelief—not just him, but You Jundu and Ding Shuo beside him reacted the same.

Ye Ran, who had been watching closely, felt his inner conviction grow even stronger.

At that moment, Qin Yun suddenly moved—he rolled entirely through the air, as if losing balance.

But the next instant, he stabilized perfectly.

Then he shifted his posture again, disrupted balance, and swiftly regained it.

"Though the wind tunnel simulates natural airflow, it's still just a simulation—not truly authentic. Wind fluctuations, left-right shifts—all are programmed. Nothing compares to nature's sudden unpredictability."

Qin Yun flipped over, lying flat in midair.

Outside the machine, everyone stood stunned—even Yan Da had never seen anyone move so freely in the wind tunnel at S-level. Such control was monstrous.

The coach, watching this, muttered: "What kind of insane balance control is this? Is he even human?"

After another round, Qin Yun signaled Yan Da, who immediately shut down the machine; Qin Yun landed steadily on the ground.

Exiting the wind tunnel, his gaze swept over Lu Hao and the others, now dazed and hollow-eyed, Qin Yun said to Yan Da:

"Da Ge, go straight to freefall."

Yan Da had no objection—he nodded immediately in agreement.