Chapter 242: Chapter 242

Chapter 242:

Kaysen forced a tight smile, clearly flustered.

“It’s alright. It didn’t hurt at all.”

However, the truth was quite the opposite.

His knees had turned a dark shade of purple beneath his pants, hidden bruises bearing the real story of his fall. Only he could feel the intense sting of the impact, so severe that, had he been less resilient, he might have ended up flat on the floor.

Harlee acknowledged the group with a reassuring nod and a bright smile.

“I realize you might not all be familiar with helicopter structures, so let me take apart this model for a thorough analysis later,” she announced.

“Huh?” Her statement was met with bewildered looks. Was she seriously about to break down the model right in front of everyone? The room buzzed with quiet confusion. Yet, Harlee didn’t offer any more explanations. Instead, she spent the next three hours methodically disassembling the model.

As she worked, she detailed the internal workings and the commonly missed issues.

Alongside her detailed exposition, Harlee involved several students, carefully showing them each step of the process, ensuring they understood every component they removed.

As Harlee reassembled the model helicopter, she purposefully omitted some parts that seemed trivial. She intended to highlight the crucial role of mechanical engineers and the importance of a deep understanding of helicopters before they were introduced to the system.

“I only promised Willis a basic overview,” she stated simply.

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“Huh?” Confusion spread across the room. Was Harlee backing out of teaching them further?

Without missing a beat, she explained, “Given your keen interest, I’ve decided to expand on today’s session.”

“We’ll start with the basics of helicopter mechanics. Next session, I’ll outline the differences between the new system and the one you’re familiar with.

Finally, I plan to give you a practical comparison of basic and advanced systems.”

Before she could finish, applause broke out in the auditorium.

“Thanks a lot, Miss Sanderson. You’re the best!”

“Miss Sanderson, will we really get to experience it firsthand?” Dorsey asked, her voice quivering with anticipation.

With a confident nod, Harlee confirmed, “Yes, but it will be limited to a select few. The national aviation authorities impose strict limits on access.”

“You’re amazing, Miss Sanderson!”

Cheers filled the room, and despite the limited opportunities, the students weren’t deterred. In the Aerospace Mechanical Engineering Department, they understood that only the most capable could gain access to national aviation facilities.

Throughout the three-hour lecture, not a single student felt drowsy.

As it drew to a close, they lingered, wishing the session could continue. To them, Harlee had transcended her status as a privileged heiress, becoming a revered expert whose knowledge was invaluable and inspiring.

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