Ye Ling deliberately slowed down her pace, seemingly casually strolling through the shops on the street, but in fact she was keeping her eyes and ears open. The feeling of being pricked up by a thorn in her back still existed, like a poisonous snake, lurking behind her coldly, ready to give her a fatal blow at any time.

She sneered in her heart, thinking, did he really think she was a soft persimmon that could be squeezed at will?

Today I will let you know what it means that “older ginger is still spiciest”!

She dodged into a crowded milk tea shop. The noisy voices and sweet aroma made her relax her guard temporarily.

She ordered a glass of iced lemonade, but her eyes never left the door, like a cheetah waiting for its prey to reveal a flaw.

"Hiss—" The cold liquid slid down her throat, calming her down a little.

She pretended nothing had happened, walked out of the milk tea shop and turned into a more lively alley.

The hawkers' cries and the children's laughter combined into a noisy background sound, making the tracker's footsteps even more difficult to detect.

Ye Ling was like a slippery loach, moving through the crowd, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes turning left, sometimes turning right, and she managed to wear out the patience of the poisonous snake.

Finally, she turned into a relatively secluded corner and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that no one was following her.

Ye Ling walked quickly towards where her mecha was parked.

However, when she saw everything in front of her, she felt her heart skip a beat.

Her mecha stood quietly in place like a mute, but the kitchen function module that should have been running smoothly was now as if it had been cast under a spell and could not move.

The shrill alarm sounded like a death warrant, madly ringing inside the mecha, and the red warning light flashed so hard that her eyes hurt.

"What's going on?" Ye Ling hurried over and frantically operated the control panel, trying to restart the kitchen module, but everything was in vain.

She felt her blood was about to freeze and her hands and feet were cold.

"Click, click..." The sound of mechanical failure, one after another, seemed to be mocking her helplessness.

The air seemed to become heavy, making it hard for her to breathe.

"It seems that someone doesn't want me to win..." She muttered to herself, with a cold light flashing in her eyes.

"Who... did this?" She turned her head suddenly and looked towards the empty corner, as if she wanted to find the mastermind in the dark shadows.

Ye Ling's anger suddenly rose up. She suppressed her anxiety, sneered, and said to herself: "Good guy, you dare to touch my mecha, you think your life is too long, right?" She quickly glanced around and the figures of several contestants came into view. Among them, Jinx's face covered with powder was particularly eye-catching.

"Hey, Jinx, stop hiding! I'm talking to you!" Ye Ling strode up to Jinx, her eyes like knives piercing him. "You dare to do something but not take responsibility. What kind of hero are you?"

Jinx was startled by Ye Ling's sudden questioning, then put on an innocent look, covered her mouth and giggled, "Oh, Teacher Ye Ling, what are you talking about? Why don't I understand? My mecha is still parked over there, and I'm just resting here honestly. Please don't slander me and wrongly accuse a good person!"

"Stop pretending!" Ye Ling sneered. "Who can't see through your little tricks? Aside from those of you who are jealous of me, who would bother with these little tricks for the mecha kitchen module?"

"Hey, Instructor Ye Ling, don't say that!" Several contestants beside Jinx began to echo sarcastically, "Who knows if it was your own fault, and you're blaming us? Do you really think you're the Chosen One?"

"That's right, don't think you're great just because you have some abilities. You might just be digging a hole for yourself!"

"I see, some people just can't stand losing, and their jealousy is almost overflowing!"

The contestants around her were talking to each other, and every word was full of thorns. Ye Ling felt like she was surrounded by a group of flies, buzzing and making her head hurt.

She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

At this moment, Braun's voice suddenly rang out from the crowd: "Ye Ling, don't worry! I found a mecha repair expert, he might have a solution!"

When Ye Ling heard this, her eyes lit up, as if she had grabbed a life-saving straw.

She immediately suppressed her anger and said to Bron, "Really? Where is he? Take me there!"

Bron pointed to a shabby little shop not far away and said, "That's right there. It's said there's a retired tycoon. He's incredibly skilled, but he's a bit... eccentric."

Ye Ling didn't care about anything else and rushed into the shop in two steps.

In the shop, an old man wearing an oily apron, with messy hair and oil on his face, was hammering on a mecha part. He looked so focused, as if he was treating his lover.

"Are you an expert?" Ye Ling asked anxiously.

The old man didn't even look up and said nonchalantly, "Why, you don't believe me?"

"No, no, no, I believe it!" Ye Ling waved her hands quickly, "I just... there seems to be something wrong with my mecha. The kitchen module is broken. Can you help me take a look?"

The old man finally raised his head. "But, since you've come to me for help, it's not impossible for me to help you. But the price I'm asking for is..."

He rubbed his fingers together, looking like a profiteer.

"Money is not a problem, as long as my mecha can be repaired!" Ye Ling said readily. She didn't want this minor fault of the mecha to affect her competition.

The old man laughed, clapped his hands, stood up and walked to Ye Ling's mecha. After a careful inspection, he said confidently: "It's a small problem, leave it to me!"

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