Transmigrated into a Trashy A and Ended Up with My Grudge-filled Best Friend and My Own CP - Chapter 43.1

Zou Ye scoffed in amusement, “You’re just talking big now.”

Ding Moyan didn’t respond. Stepping onto the climbing frame protruding from the right side, she entered the mecha first.

“The mecha Zou Ye is using is a full-attack type, and this one seems to be the latest model,” the host on the commentary platform announced into the microphone.

Another host chimed in, “That’s right. This is the 1965 Explosive Assault Armor, a high-powered mecha. Ordinary mecha fighters can barely withstand one or two hits from it.”

The audience in the stands also noticed something unusual.

“Zou Ye changed her mecha! The one she’s using now isn’t her usual style at all.”

“Hasn’t she always favored stability? Since when did she become so aggressive?”

“Hey! Look, the mecha Ding Moyan is using seems to be the same model Ye Ye used in the last match.”

“Yeah, it’s almost like a matching set,” someone mused excitedly, stroking their chin. “There’s even a dedicated CP fan page for the two of them on the official site. And didn’t Ding Moyan stay at Ye Ye’s place yesterday? With all this, it kinda feels like Ding Moyan and Ye Ye are a thing.”

“Pfft, nonsense! The school beauty belongs to our President. Didn’t you see Ding Moyan flaunting the President’s pheromones in her own class just yesterday or was it the day before?”

“Whoa, what’s this gossip? I haven’t heard it yet. Bro, spill the details for everyone!”

“You’re not following the President and the school beauty’s fan page? It’s all there. Go check it out yourself.”

Zou Ye immediately recognized that the mecha Ding Moyan was using belonged to the same custom series as that violent Omega Ye Ye’s, contrary to what she had learned from Jiang Pei.

Not long ago, she had seen it on the mecha customization rankings. It was a versatile, multi-functional type, with an estimated win rate against her heavy assault mecha that was nearly even.

Of course, operating this type was far more challenging than her heavy assault model. This mecha required the pilot to master all its forms to adapt effectively against enemy units, something that demanded considerable skill.

Zou Ye entered her mecha, focusing intently as she pulled the somewhat unwieldy control lever.

The host stood up. “The countdown is about to begin. Let’s all count down together!”

[—Countdown commencing—]

“10, 9, 4…”

“3, 2, 1!”

The whistle blew, and the match began.

A massive protective barrier appeared within the arena, sturdy enough to withstand explosions above level six, ensuring the safety of those outside the combat zone.

Both mechas levitated parallel to the ground.

Ding Moyan disliked playing defense. She pulled the lever first, pressing the artillery button.

A deafening roar erupted as the shell tore through the air, leaving behind streaks of light in its wake. The resulting smoke billowed outward, briefly obscuring the enemy’s view of her.

As the shell closed in, Zou Ye yanked the lever at the last possible millisecond, her mecha sliding sideways to evade the assault.

The shell struck the ground, exploding violently and kicking up a storm of dust. The impact crater left behind was massive.

Thick gray smoke filled the barrier, blocking the view from the spectator stands.

Zou Ye activated night vision, piercing through the haze as needle-thin electric shock cannons fired from her mecha’s frame, targeting the right flank.

The electric shock cannons were minuscule, nearly invisible to the naked eye amidst the swirling smoke.

Ding Moyan’s mecha was backed against a wall with no retreat possible. The ordinary mode she had activated couldn’t withstand Zou Ye’s attacks.

[“Host, quickly activate defense mode.”]

Ding Moyan immediately pressed the button for defense mode.

[“Activating Mecha 2.0 mode.”]

In 2.0 mode, the mecha fighter gained an additional shield surface, barely capable of delaying the speed of the electric shock cannon.

The system could clearly observe everything happening on the field. Though it couldn’t assist the host in defeating the original protagonist, it could still provide warnings.

Within the light ring, the absorption system gradually dispersed thick smoke. Zou Ye hummed a tune, leisurely waiting for Ding Moyan to be riddled with holes.

Yet expectations were beautiful, while reality was cruel.

As the smoke cleared, Ding Moyan’s mecha remained unscathed. Zou Ye was stunned, her mouth agape. Before she could react, Ding Moyan pushed the thrust lever, charging toward Zou Ye with a suicidal determination.

A closer look would reveal sharp, armor-cutting blades glowing at the mecha’s edges, surrounded by yellow specks some kind of light-absorbing metal.

In this state, the fully charged mecha seemed to transform, its sprint speed increasing. Zou Ye cursed, dodging while automatically deploying explosive steel plates as a shield.

The mecha now resembled a formidable killing machine, effortlessly slicing through the plates mid-air, causing them to explode. Ding Moyan’s mecha moved so swiftly that it completely avoided the blast damage.

Zou Ye knew the mecha’s power all too well. She wasn’t worried about injury but about being struck and utterly defeated in front of the entire Engineering Institute’s faculty and students.

She unleashed her pheromones, the intense scent spreading through the mecha. The automatic blocking system flickered twice, activating green lights.

A transparent dome enveloped the entire mecha.

Blade light and shield clashed, sparking and emitting an ear-piercing screech.

Sparks flew as the mecha was ejected. Ding Moyan, seated inside, jolted violently, clearly seeing her mecha’s stats plummet.

She pressed the mecha’s scanning function, and the large screen immediately displayed the enemy mecha’s basic information and current status.

The automatic blocking skill lasted only ten minutes. During this time, Ding Moyan could hardly harm Zou Ye. Infusing pheromones into the system, her best option now was to stall and delay.

Ding Moyan maneuvered the mecha, deftly evading danger.

The struggle dragged on for over forty minutes. The gland at the back of Ding Moyan’s neck ached faintly. Prolonged pheromone exertion was overwhelming even for an A-grade Alpha.

Zou Ye wasn’t faring much better either. Sweat rolled down her forehead, dripping onto the keyboard. After cursing under her breath, she intensified her pheromones.

She had been waiting for the drug’s effect to take hold on Ding Moyan, waiting for her to collapse from exhaustion.

Ding Moyan’s pheromone-enhanced attack speed was formidable. Such sustained evasion and offense should have drained her pheromones, yet she seemed inexhaustible.

“Ding Moyan, you’re going to lose.”

Ignoring Zou Ye’s taunt, Ding Moyan steadied her breathing. Her fingers, blistered and bleeding, pressed several buttons before pushing the thrust lever forward. A barrage of shells surged toward Zou Ye’s surroundings.

This was Ding Moyan’s specially designed countermeasure against Zou Ye. On an equal battlefield, their mechas were custom-made, with sturdy frames and numerous functions. However, the enemy’s mechas were likely equipped with the best as well not to be underestimated.

This particular artillery shell was suggested by Ye Ye for assembly. Though it increased the load, it significantly boosted attack power and survival rates.

In the spectator stands, Jiang Pei watched the match nervously, the sweat-wiping towel in his hands crumpled into a wrinkled mess.

The drug should have taken effect by now, why was Ding Moyan’s offensive still so fierce?

When his gaze inadvertently landed on someone sitting in the row below to his left, Jiang Pei’s heart lurched.

The idiot sitting below him, he had to ask Wang Ye whether Ding Moyan had drunk that bottle of water.

At the sight of the approaching Omega, Wang Ye’s expression darkened instantly. Without a second thought, she stood up to leave.

The sudden movement of the person beside her puzzled Ye Ye. She grabbed Wang Ye’s wrist, pulling with such force that a reagent tube slipped from her pocket and clattered to the ground. The special material of the tube prevented it from shattering, merely rolling to a stop at their feet.

Jiang Pei’s steps faltered, as if he had just realized the stupidity of his actions. If that tigress Ye Ye found out, a weak Omega like him wouldn’t stand a chance in a fight. He hurried away, not even daring to watch the rest of the match.

Ye Ye’s attention was drawn to the reagent tube. She nudged the round, blue vial with her shoe and demanded coldly, “What is this?”

Wang Ye’s pupils constricted as she quickly bent down to pick up the fallen reagent. But the panic in her eyes did nothing to dispel Ye Ye’s suspicion.

“You wouldn’t be trying to harm Ding Moyan, would you?” Ye Ye narrowed her eyes, tightening her grip on Wang Ye’s wrist and lifting it higher.

Her voice, low and menacing, slithered into Wang Ye’s ears like a demon’s whisper. Wang Ye instinctively glanced guiltily at Ding Moyan, who was still operating her mecha on the stage, praying she wouldn’t look their way.

That tiny motion only solidified Ye Ye’s certainty whatever was in Wang Ye’s hand was no good.

“L-Let go of me!” Wang Ye struggled but couldn’t break free, inwardly marveling at whether an Omega should even possess such strength.

Ye Ye scoffed. Wang Ye’s actions were nothing more than fear of Ding Moyan finding out. Her pathetic act was downright laughable.

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