The door to Zhao Xiyue’s room creaked open slightly, and a small head peeked out. Upon seeing Yun Yi, it quickly retreated in panic, followed by a loud "bang" as the door slammed shut.


    "Wuwu, my first love letter! Something so meaningful, and you just tore it up! Open the door right now!"


    Behind the door, Zhao Xiyue’s heart was racing. Bored in the afternoon, she had rummaged through Yun Yi’s things and stumbled upon a few pink letters. After reading them, she had torn them up in a fit of displeasure. She hadn’t expected Yun Yi to get so angry.


    "What’s so great about those? I’ll make it up to you."


    Zhao Xiyue’s voice came from inside the room, causing Yun Yi to pause for a moment. Shortly after, a pink letter was slipped through the crack under the door.


    "What’s this? Did you forget to tear this one up?"


    Yun Yi muttered to himself as he picked up the letter from the floor. After reading it once, he couldn’t help but laugh at the childish words written on it.


    "Xiyue, what are you writing? ‘I just want to play with you’? Don’t we spend every day together? ‘I hope you’ll take me shopping every day’? Oh, my little princess, spare me! I have to work hard every day just to earn enough for your meals and clothes… What’s this? ‘When I grow up… I’ll marry you’? Oh my, I’m dying of laughter. My stomach hurts from laughing, haha…"


    Suddenly, the door swung open, and a red-faced Zhao Xiyue pouted as she snatched the letter from Yun Yi’s hands. Ignoring Yun Yi, who was laughing so hard tears were streaming down his face, she kicked him in the leg, then let out a "hmph" before running back into her room and slamming the door shut.


    "Kids are really something," Yun Yi said, rubbing his shin and shaking his head with a smile as he looked at the closed door. That kick had been infused with Zhao Xiyue’s meager internal energy, and without Yun Yi being on guard, it actually hurt a bit.


    Still rubbing his shin and muttering "ow," Yun Yi headed to the kitchen.


    After preparing the meal, Yun Yi spent over ten minutes pleading outside the door before Zhao Xiyue, her face still flushed, slowly emerged. Glancing at Yun Yi, who was trying to stifle his laughter, she quickly darted to the dining table and, without a word, pulled all of Yun Yi’s favorite dishes in front of herself, glaring at him.


    Dinner was uncomfortable for both of them. Zhao Xiyue ended up eating the spicier dishes, gulping down water between bites, while Yun Yi had to make do with the sweeter dishes he had prepared for Zhao Xiyue, his face twisted in distaste.


    Late at night, after Zhao Xiyue had fallen asleep, Yun Yi quietly entered her room and found the "love letter" tucked under her pillow. He carefully hid the letter away, then chuckled to himself, already planning to show it to Zhao Xiyue a few years later to get his revenge for today!


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    The next morning, Yun Yi quickly prepared breakfast for the two of them before hurrying off to work.


    Today was the day Weilong Corporation would send someone to repair the Red Mane Charger Model VII mech. He absolutely couldn’t be late, or he might miss out on a good spot to secretly observe and learn.


    Workshop Two, where the mech was parked, had been cleaned spotlessly. The mechs usually piled up in the corner had been moved to other workshops, and the entire space was neatly organized. Director Tomson, the two intermediate technicians, and the other junior technicians all stood with solemn expressions, waiting for the arrival of Weilong Corporation’s engineer.


    At ten in the morning, a high-end "Whirlwind" hovercar from Weilong Corporation landed at the entrance of Workshop Two. Director Tomson hurriedly led the team to greet the arrival. The door opened, and an elderly man with graying hair slowly stepped out.


    Yun Yi had already learned about this man from Tomson the day before.


    This man, named Steve Wilson, was an intermediate engineer who had worked at Weilong Corporation for most of his life. With his extensive experience in handling various mech issues, his technical skills were beyond doubt.


    After some polite exchanges, Steve Wilson didn’t waste any time and went straight to the Red Mane Charger Model VII mech. He directed his team to begin inspecting it using the instruments they had brought.


    Before long, under Steve Wilson’s direction, the team began disassembling the mech’s main engine using the tools they had brought.


    Yun Yi suddenly remembered that the issue with this mech was unstable engine output. Could it be a problem with the engine itself? He didn’t ask out loud, but his burning curiosity about mechs pushed him to move closer. Steve Wilson was analyzing the data and, seeing Yun Yi almost at his side, didn’t show any displeasure. He remained fully focused on his analysis.


    Half an hour later, the massive main engine of the mech was finally disassembled. With the help of anti-gravity, the team carefully placed it on a dedicated platform. Several technicians immediately approached with various instruments to inspect the engine.


    For three hours, the inspection continued. Except for Steve Wilson’s occasional instructions, no one spoke a word. Everyone was fully absorbed in watching the technicians disassemble and inspect the engine, learning from their methods and data analysis.


    To Yun Yi, Steve Wilson’s experience in mech repair was truly exceptional. Just by looking at the data, he could determine whether a component was functioning normally. This kind of systematic training and years of experience made Steve Wilson far superior to Yun Yi, who, despite his extensive knowledge, was still a novice with little practical experience.


    However, after three hours of inspection, no issues had been found. Everyone assumed it was due to the complexity and advanced technology of the Red Mane Charger Model VII. But Yun Yi noticed the beads of sweat on Steve Wilson’s forehead and the anxious look on his face.


    Weilong Corporation was a leader not only in the Chu Tang Empire but also in the entire southern universe. Its vast resources, strong technical reserves, and mechs sold across the cosmos gave its employees a sense of pride. Each of them took it upon themselves to uphold the company’s reputation.


    Now, Steve Wilson had spent three hours without finding the cause of the problem. He knew that if he failed this time, even though there weren’t many people present, it would still damage Weilong Corporation’s image. For this man who had dedicated most of his life to Weilong, this was absolutely unacceptable.


    After careful consideration, he suspected that one of the technicians might not have been thorough in their inspection, leading to inaccurate data. But now, the third round of engine inspection had ended, and the data reported was identical to the first two.


    Where exactly was the problem?