Special Agent’s Rebirth: The Almighty Goddess of Quick Transmigration - Chapter 192

Andrew finally met Ye Shaohua—the person he had been eager to see.

She was walking alongside Zhuo Yu, a renowned genius from the Mecha Architecture Department.

The sight surprised many.

“Since when does Zhuo Yu know Ye Shaohua?” someone muttered. Zhuo Yu was a prodigy scouted from a prominent family, but like most exceptionally brilliant minds, he carried an air of arrogance that made him nearly impossible to approach, let alone recruit.

“Did he defect to the King’s faction?” The speculation spread quickly, gaining traction among the crowd.

Andrew approached Ye Shaohua. “I’ve heard you’re exceptional. I hope we can collaborate someday. Your research on multidimensional space fascinates me.”

Ye Shaohua nodded. “Teacher Qiao Xi mentioned your work on nanotechnology. We should discuss it after the competition.”

Andrew’s eyes lit up.

Meanwhile, Allen was also at the venue. Listening to his subordinate’s report, he frowned. “You’re certain An Tingyun suspects the insectoids?”

But if that were true, how did the mecha at the Ye family fit into the picture?

The subordinate nodded. “All intelligence points in that direction. Besides, as Young Master Andrew said, sixteen-dimensional space remains purely theoretical—no one has ever successfully calculated or developed it.”

Andrew possessed the highest cognitive abilities in Gamma Planet’s history, making him invaluable to Allen.

Yet, despite his efforts, Allen had failed to recruit him. Andrew seemed solely devoted to mecha architecture, indifferent to politics or power.

Not that Allen was worried. After all, Andrew was Gamma Planet’s asset—he wouldn’t align with outsiders.

But just as the thought crossed his mind, he spotted Andrew enthusiastically chatting with Ye Shaohua, his usual aloofness gone.

“Since when are they acquainted?” Allen demanded, pointing at the pair.

Ye Junhui clenched her teeth. During her time with Allen, she had met Andrew several times. Though she prided herself on her superior talent, Andrew had never given her the time of day.

Yet here he was, engaged in lively conversation with Ye Shaohua.

But Ye Junhui quickly composed herself. After the MA competition, a new batch of mechas would be unveiled—and she would become the first woman her age to pilot a fourth-tier mecha!

As much as Allen wanted answers, now wasn’t the time to interrogate Andrew.

The MA competition had begun.

The competition was straightforward in structure: it tested core mecha-construction knowledge, blending advanced scientific theory with practical application—a fundamental requirement for any elite mecha architect.

The theoretical questions weren’t inherently difficult to grasp, but these were competition-level problems designed for prodigies. Even Ye Shaohua paused momentarily before recalling a relevant hypothesis from her vast mental repository—a verification of M-theory proving the universe’s eleven-dimensional nature.

After scanning the problem, she modeled the solution and moved to the practical segment.

Spatial construction ability was paramount for mecha architects. Assembling tens of thousands of components optimally within tight deadlines demanded more than expertise in dynamics, physics, and mathematics—it required extraordinary imagination to maximize functionality.

Ye Shaohua found it challenging. For Zhuo Yu and others, it was downright torturous. Despite their extensive knowledge, they had never encountered problems this complex.

“Eleven-dimensional space? This is pure conjecture!” one participant groaned.

After the exam, Zhuo Yu looked at Ye Shaohua with despair. “Boss, how’d you do?”

She patted his shoulder. “Tough.”

If even she struggled, Zhuo Yu felt slightly consoled—maybe he wasn’t entirely incompetent. The geniuses who had entered brimming with confidence now left utterly dejected.

The livestream hosted by Has General An Divorced Ye Shaohua Today? ended abruptly.

Comments flooded in:

“Please stop embarrassing Mo Planet in front of Gamma! Haven’t we looked stupid enough?”

“When will General An finally divorce her?”

“Spent a month’s worth of meals on virtual rotten eggs—worth every penny.”

“If she ranks, I’ll eat my hat. No—worse.”

“+ID number.”

Since the competition involved elite geniuses, the judging panel—comprising top mecha architects—debated for three hours. With no standard answers, even they couldn’t claim superiority over the participants’ solutions.

Ye Junhui waited with Allen for Andrew to emerge from the virtual examination hall. Naturally, they spotted Ye Shaohua too.

“Your days of blissful ignorance are over,” Ye Junhui whispered to Ye Shaohua.

Ye Shaohua raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

“You’ve underestimated me all along. Not that I mind—I should thank you and your mother for not eliminating me when you had the chance. It allowed me to reach this point.” With her soon-to-be-awarded fourth-tier mecha—a rarity even on Mo Planet—Ye Junhui could already picture Ye Shaohua’s stunned expression when the news broke.

She left the venue immediately, returning to the Layman family to receive her new mecha.

“A fourth-tier mecha! Junhui, this is incredible!” Miss Layman exclaimed. The more accomplished Ye Junhui became, the more the Layman family stood to gain.

Ye En, summoned by Ye Junhui’s mother, arrived in a daze, struggling to process that his daughter could pilot such advanced machinery.

Previously, Mo Planet’s aristocracy had hesitated to cross the Lü family out of respect for Lü Xiang. But with Ye Junhui’s emergence as a fourth-tier mecha pilot—

Those reservations vanished overnight.

“Father, I wasn’t hiding this from you,” Ye Junhui said with a self-deprecating smile. “There simply weren’t suitable mechas for me before. But better late than never—it helped me see certain people’s true colors.”

Ye En trembled with pride. “You’ve surpassed me entirely. A fourth-tier female mecha pilot! Mo Planet’s first! History only records a handful of women achieving this!”

“Rumors suggest a nano-dimensional mecha is in development,” Ye Junhui added with a superior smile. “I’m confident I can master it.”

At nineteen, becoming a fourth-tier pilot was a feat worth boasting about. According to the original timeline, she was poised to make history and become an icon.

But then—

The MA judging panel released the rankings.

The moment the results went public, the entire star system erupted.