Special Agent’s Rebirth: The Almighty Goddess of Quick Transmigration - Chapter 183

Qiao Xi was a mentor in the Mecha Architecture program. While he was used to students asking him questions, it was the first time Ye Shaohua had approached him with her own holographic tablet in hand.

Though surprised, he maintained his professionalism and answered her.

As a Mecha Architecture instructor, Qiao Xi was exceptionally intelligent. Years ago, it had been declared on the Star Network that he was one of the brightest minds in the entire galaxy—his intellect far surpassed that of ordinary people.

“This system is used for propulsion, but the 32x computational drive core… and this super-digital engineering formula…” Ye Shaohua pointed to her notes, referencing Qiao Xi’s own published materials, which every student had access to.

The technological advancements in this world were staggering—mathematics, networks, and other fields had progressed at an unprecedented rate.

“You’ve already self-studied up to this level? These are topics for first-tier architects. Here’s how it works…” Qiao Xi had initially assumed her questions would be basic, given that she hadn’t graduated yet. But to his surprise, she was delving into advanced concepts far beyond her current curriculum.

As they spoke, he realized she could effortlessly follow his train of thought—grasping even the most abstract points he raised. Not only that, but she was constructing super-formulas he had never seen before.

Qiao Xi, whose genius often left others struggling to keep up, found himself engrossed in an unexpectedly stimulating conversation with Ye Shaohua.

What happens when two super-geniuses collide?

The other professors in the office exchanged bewildered glances. The discussion had escalated so rapidly that even they couldn’t keep up. What was this about the Hodge Conjecture? And what were these geometric components of algebraic closed chains?

Though the other Mecha Architecture instructors weren’t on Qiao Xi’s level, they were still far above average intelligence. A quick search on their holographic tablets revealed these were ancient mathematical problems from Old Earth’s Blue Star era—theoretical frameworks used in mecha construction. They had applied these principles but never attempted to prove them.

The more Qiao Xi spoke with Ye Shaohua, the brighter his eyes shone.

“Why did you only join the Mecha Architecture program now?” he asked, studying her. “With your talent, you could’ve been repairing mechs in the Heavy Engineering Zone long ago.”

True mecha architects were freaks among freaks, but even among them, Qiao Xi believed Ye Shaohua stood out. It had been years since he’d seen someone with such raw brilliance.

He had encountered many prodigies, but Ye Shaohua left him genuinely awed.

At least she didn’t join the program earlier, he mused. Otherwise, countless students would’ve been living in her shadow for the past three years.

Looking at her, he felt certain—if nothing went wrong, the Mecha Architecture program was about to produce another master of Five-Star Mecha Architecture caliber.

With that thought, he made a casual remark while visiting other students:

“For those planning to compete in this year’s Mecha Architect Grand Prix—be warned. You’re about to face an incredibly formidable opponent.”

“More terrifying than Gamma Planet’s Andrew?” someone asked.

Qiao Xi smirked. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

The Mecha Architect Grand Prix was the ultimate test of skill and prestige. Held annually, it was open to all ungraduated students. The winner—only one per year—would be personally awarded by the Emperor. Given how rare and prestigious this honor was, every past champion had been at least a Five-Star Architect.

When Ye Shaohua left Qiao Xi’s office, the mentor, unwilling to let such talent go to waste, handed her a stack of his personal notes. Unlike the standard textbooks, these were the distilled insights of a mind operating on another level. To Ye Shaohua, they were priceless.

The institution only accepted the top elites from millions of applicants, and its faculty was unparalleled.

While Qiao Xi was a consulting professor for Mecha Architecture, An Tingshuang—the genius of the Mecha Combat Division—held the same role for his department.

“Ye Junwen, what are you spacing out for?” An Tingshuang frowned as Ye Junwen froze mid-movement, getting hit by a rubber bullet and causing her mech to stall.

Ye Junwen’s gaze was locked onto a certain figure below—a young woman walking with an air of effortless superiority.

Memories surged: that day when the girl had stood above her in the Ye household, treating her and her mother like beggars. The humiliation still burned.

Ever since learning of Ye Shaohua’s existence, Ye Junwen had been consumed by rivalry. Seeing Lord Ye’s affection for his other daughter had felt like theft—as if something rightfully hers had been stolen.

Now, with her S-rank psychic energy—far surpassing Ye Shaohua’s—she had proven her worth.

Former friends who’d once ignored her in favor of Ye Shaohua now flocked to her side.

The thought almost made her laugh.

She strode toward Ye Shaohua’s path, eager to see the jealousy and fear she was certain would be etched on her rival’s face.

But as she got closer, she found none of it.

“Wait. I heard you and your mother went to harass mine last night?” Ye Shaohua’s voice was icy.

Ye Junwen smirked, leaning in to whisper: “What’s wrong? Jealous? Want to kill me? Too bad—I’m now a First-Class Imperial Citizen. You can’t humiliate me anymore. I’ll make sure you and your mother pay for everything—”

BAM!

THUD.

It happened in an instant.

Even with her enhanced reflexes, Ye Junwen couldn’t react fast enough. She crashed to her knees, trembling, unable to rise.

Her proud expression twisted into venomous fury as she glared up.

Ye Shaohua smirked, bending down to pat her cheek condescendingly.

“I may not be in the Mecha Combat Division, and my psychic energy might be lower than yours,” she said, her voice dripping with lazy menace, “but I’ve trained for twenty years. You? A rookie who just started. Did you really think you could take me on?”

She leaned closer.

“How. Pathetic.”