"Why, you still want us to give you a massage, right?" The two young ladies glared angrily.

"Ahem, little brother, I just experienced a bloody battle and had to work so hard to fly the plane. Now my whole body is sore and my eyesight is blurred. If I fall down, you will have to fly it later!

"Zhang Fan said with a smile.

However, when the two young ladies heard this voice, they immediately screamed: "No! I'll give you a massage!"

Immediately, the two stood behind Zhang Fan and started massaging him gently.

Seeing this scene, countless people in the aviation department, Qiyue Xiaozhu, and others gritted their teeth.

Your uncle will hit you!

Is that a bloody battle?

One punch at a time, okay?

Also, is flying a plane tiring and tiring?

Are you really bothering yourself with that?

Who was listening to the ditty and now getting a massage?
Chapter completed!