Bobo paused, pondering. "When Yinlu wakes up, she'll definitely go after the person behind this.

I'll send a few people to keep an eye on her; we’ll see who the real culprit is!" When the time comes, we’ll drag him out and make him suffer until he's utterly ruined! Lingyin reminded him, "While you're at it, check the Karga Mech Competition Submission Center.

Whoever stole the engine will surely try to use it in the contest.

Then, we can catch the thief red-handed; not a single one of them will escape." Then, she blew Bobo a kiss and said, "I'm heading back to class; you handle it." Bobo stood rooted to the spot watching her leave, suddenly wondering why she only blew him a kiss.

Damn it, couldn't she give him a real kiss? After all, he was her official boyfriend! Despite his frustration, Bobo knew the job had to be done.

After assigning men to watch Yinlu’s apartment, he reported briefly to the Chuqiao group chat and immediately rushed to the Karga Submission Center to "admire" the masterpieces.

With less than half a month remaining until the final deadline, all the entries submitted by the competing teams were displayed in the center, awaiting the deadline before the judges arrived for evaluation.

When Bobo arrived, Lingse’s exhibition hall already housed over a dozen mechs.

A scattering of competing contestants stood among them, observing the machines with critical eyes, occasionally exchanging low-voiced discussions.

Bobo boarded a maglev vehicle and slowly glided past one mech after another, cursing his lack of a diviner's eye—he couldn't see through the armor and structure, couldn't inspect their engines or braking systems! Bobo slammed his fist on the maglev car’s console and let out a heavy breath.

He seriously felt like punching someone! Someone nearby heard the noise and turned around.

Seeing that it was him, they all smiled and greeted him.

He was in no mood to talk, but he had to force a cheerful face.

By the time he finished exchanging pleasantries, his cheeks felt stiff and frozen.

He activated his ultra-comm screen and searched for a while before finding a number and dialing. "Are you responsible for handling the mechs submitted for the competition these past few days? Do they have to undergo inspection before being displayed?" The staff member on the ultra-comm replied, "Yes, we run a simple scan using robots." Bobo’s expression finally softened a little. "From today onward, for any mech submitted, can you send me a copy of its data?" The staff member laughed, "Young Master Bobo, competition requires fairness.

If you get all the data, it's unfair to everyone else." Bobo shot him a glare. "Are you going to send it or not?" The staff member sighed, "No, I can’t." Simultaneously, a few characters popped up on the screen: "Whether you look at it or not, it’s right there." Bobo understood instantly—this was someone setting up a private channel for him.

Indeed, things were much easier when his own people were involved.

He ended the ultra-comm, cheerfully sent over his account login details via text transfer, accessed his personal management center, and began reviewing the data.

The engine was stolen the night before, after they went out for their celebration.

If it was installed and submitted, the earliest it could have been turned in was this morning.

Lingse had only submitted three mechs today.

He copied their data and began comparing it against the engine testing data Zi Ye had gathered.

Normally, he would just toss the data to Zi Ye or Li Chunyu to compare.

However, knowing that Zi Ye and Li Chunyu were facing even greater difficulties than him today, he didn't call them and handled it himself.

He had been involved in the previous engine data fine-tuning and was familiar with that set of data.

He filtered out the extraneous information, leaving only the engine specifications, and compared them one by one.

The test results frustrated him: the engines used in all three mechs were different from theirs.

Could it be that they only stole their engine out of malice to prevent them from competing? If that were the case, they could have simply destroyed the mechs.

Why go to the trouble of stealing the core component? Bobo ran his hands through his hair repeatedly in annoyance.

Having such a small team was also a problem; he was afraid that discussing it would disrupt their ongoing work.

Finally, he gave up the thought of consulting his teammates and called Lingyin again. "Girl, Grandpa needs company." With only four days left until the final deadline, the Chuqiao team finally managed to procure the two missing components.

Zi Ye was busy integrating the system, while Axbent was busy settling accounts.

The loss of those two parts resulted in an additional cost exceeding ten thousand units for them.

Without a word, Bobo took out ten thousand to cover it.

However, Axbent refused to accept it, handing the money back. "For now, let’s pretend this loss never happened.

On the ledger, we’ll treat that ten thousand as nonexistent.

Let’s get past this hurdle first.

Besides, we are a team; even if the amount isn't huge, we should pool our resources together." Bobo thought for a moment and didn't refuse.

He just said, "I haven't caught the bastards who stole from us yet, but believe me, I will crush them sooner or later." The twins clapped him on the shoulder. "Good brother, remember to call us when you do." Just as they were speaking, Zi Ye finished setting up the system.

Hearing the latter part of the conversation as she walked out, her eyes lit up. "A treat? Count me in!" The twins simultaneously gave her a look of disdain. "All you think about is eating." Zi Ye pouted in dissatisfaction. "I've been here since early this morning setting up the system; I haven't even had breakfast." The twins pulled a box of star-cakes from their bag. "Here." Zi Ye took the star-cakes and happily stuck out her tongue.

The twins took advantage of this moment, playing rock-paper-scissors.

Spent won and decisively boarded the mech to begin the test run.

No matter how professional or capable a pilot is, there is always a period needed to harmonize with the mech.

For a brand-new machine, it must be piloted for a certain duration before the pilot can respond instinctively and smoothly.

So, apart from the mechs submitted exceptionally early for bonus points, most teams would train with their machines right up to the final minute.

Four days for training was certainly not a long time.

But every member of the team held a firm belief: Victory is mandatory! Fortunately, the Chuqiao team had dual pilots, allowing them to maximize their training time by taking shifts, honing themselves, honing the mech, and sharpening the blade before the sheath was drawn! This time, they would pierce the enemy's heart like a keen sword! Four days later, the five team members delivered the mech’s spatial key to the Lingse Mech Display Center precisely one second before the deadline.

The following week was reserved for the judges' evaluation.

This week would be the most relaxing one they had experienced since the beginning of the semester.

Zi Ye’s tension finally eased, making her feel unbalanced—light-headed and giddy, as if the space station had flipped upside down.

Her mind was preoccupied with the mech situation, so she couldn't dwell on her physical state.

She hurried over to Tang Wen’s experimental building to ask for news.

Since Tang Wen became a full-time professor at Lingse, Lingse had generously gifted him an exclusive experimental building equipped with the latest technology.

Zi Ye hadn't visited often before because she was busy, but now that she was anxious, she finally rushed over.

The interior of the experimental building was furnished like an elegant villa belonging to Wen—it even had a piano inside.

What an exceptionally willful professor he was~