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“Scram, all of you! This madam here won’t bother being courteous to whoever dares prattle on with their irresponsible remarks!” Moon Song shoved the crowd aside as she stormed into her team’s designated assembly area. Her face was stony while she yelled at the onlookers.

The crowd very quickly scattered, but they still whispered to one another how terrible the hovercar was, laughing at it while taking great pleasure in its terrible build.

Beihai and Manjun, who were now sitting somewhere near the red hovercar, felt dejected. Manjun formed a fist and aggressively punched the hovercar’s hood. “D*mn! We followed every detail in the blueprints, so how did we end up making something lousy?”

“Who knows? Perhaps we’re really not suited to tinker with machines,” supposed Beihai, feeling quite frustrated.

Extreme racing hovercars were common in team races throughout the universe. Every normal racing hovercar’s outer shell, chassis, and engine was fixed, so there was no way to modify it.

However, there were other parts for the extreme racing hovercars, and it was common for racers to pick their favorite parts and assemble them as they wished.

Such a race would not just test a person’s ability to drive; more than that, it would test a person’s ability to assemble a racing hovercar and their ability to match its parts.

There were thousands of parts that could be used in an extreme racing hovercar, and the possible configurations from these thousands of parts were nearly endless.

With that thought in mind, he decided to take the long route out in order to examine every racing hovercar in the venue.

Bai Ye had passed by Moon Song just then. He very politely bowed to her with a pleasant smile hanging on his lips.

A girl beside him could not resist the allure of Bai Ye’s smile and shrieked, almost fainting on the spot. On the contrary, Moon Song pretended to have not seen his gesture of goodwill and purposely turned her face in another direction. With a huff, she did not bother with his presence.

Moon Song ignoring him made Bai Ye feel very embarrassed. The smile slid off his face, then he shook his head as he chuckled wryly. He proceeded toward his team’s allocated area, which was not too far away.

He took off his coat and handed it to an ever-present servant, elegantly rolling up his sleeves before he pulled out a small pair of universal modification pliers. This simple action alone elicited quite a few shrieks and drew applause from the ladies in general, their faces flushed with delight as they danced on the balls of their feet.

The male cadets in the garage felt very disgruntled over the appearance of Bai Ye and his group of fans; all of them eyed him coldly, their gazes unfriendly.

In the end, even the instructors who were tasked with monitoring the garage could not stand it anymore, feeling that Bai Ye was being far too ostentatious, so they stepped in themselves to corral the fanatical girls out of the venue.

However, these groupies refused to leave, blocking the entrance of the garage as they chanted Bai Ye’s name.

The garage was huge, enough to fit three hundred racing hovercars at once. Xia Fei carefully examined each racing hovercar, and the more he saw, the more he felt that they had plenty of problems, and the situation was not quite the same as he pictured.

‘Did I overestimate the race or were the standards set for this race not very high in the first place?’ Xia Fei rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

Xia Fei remained doubtful as he made his way back to the area allocated to his team. He picked up a pair of universal modification pliers and weighed it in his hand a couple of times, his eyes affixed on that red extreme racing hovercar.

Without even realizing it, Xia Fei had already completely devoted his thoughts toward the race, and the noises around him had gradually grown distant until his mind automatically filtered them out to leave focused and free from any distractions.

A good mechanic could simulate everything in their mind several times before they acted, searching for any flaws or potential missteps until they found the most suitable and effective plan in the end.

Xia Fei sat down on the ground, lightly hitting it with the universal modification pliers in his hand, like a meditating monk knocking on a Chinese temple block.

The pupil of his eyes gleamed a little. Firm, resolute, serious, and somber.

Chen Dong was the first to notice Xia Fei’s unusual behavior. He was very familiar with this look, for the two of them had shared this same visage back when they were giving it their all at that fight in the Crisis grade assessment.

He knew that, when Xia Fei looked like this, he was going all out, but… He was not fighting right now, so what had made him become serious?

Moon Song pursed her lips as she spoke. “Crazy Xia, what are you doing? Have you really gone crazy for real?”

Xia Fei was in deep thought, so he of course did not hear the girl’s question. He continued to repeat his actions in mind, completely ignoring Moon Song.

Moon Song stood up angrily. “Hey, Crazy Xia, yours truly is speaking to you!”

Chen Dong reached out to stop Moon Song, his expression severe. “Don’t disturb him. He’s doing some serious thinking right now.”

Moon Song sat back in her chair, disgruntled. Her eyes fixed on Xia Fei, and she noticed that he was really behaving differently. Seeing him so engrossed in what he was doing not only made him hard to hate, but he was also giving off this inexplicable sense of captivation.

On the other side, Bai Ye was wielding his tool as he worked on modifying the racing hovercar. It had to be said that, though Bai Ye looked like he was a milksop, he was actually very skilled when it came to machinery.

He moved with elegance and measured deliberation. Right now, he resembled an embroidery expert, whose nimble fingers danced across a silk scarf, making bright and vivid flower patterns blossom one after another on it.

Actually, Bai Ye did not like extreme racing at all. He felt that it was a crazy and savage sport that someone as elegant as himself should not take part in. Besides, assembling racing hovercars would only dirty his hands, and he could not stand that.

He had participated in this race solely for one person, yet this particular woman did not even wish to meet his eyes.

The people in the garage soon began to take note of Bai Ye, and they crowded around to watch him assemble his hovercar.

Bai Ye was a very skilled assembler, and every part was put in place by him rather appropriately. Even the wisest extreme racing hovercar assembler could not find fault in his work; Bai Ye appeared to be far better than any of them in terms of his choice of parts and installation technique.

Slowly, gasps could be heard from the people around Bai Ye, and this made him rather pleased. He loved being the center of attention, and the more people paid attention to him, the happier he felt.

As the number of people gathered increased, it eventually seemed as if all the participants were spectating Bai Ye’s work as they openly discussed his incredible skills in assembling hovercars.

It was around this time that, in another area not too far from Bai Ye, the composed Xia Fei started moving.