Chapter 46

Chapter 46

Amidst their conversation, Little Yu had already finished his invention.

He pressed the bell first, ending his time limit.

He was the fastest among all the children, and his invention seemed the most practical.

It was virtually a guarantee that he would win the gold medal in this final round.

Everyone eagerly awaited to see if his intelligent machine could truly function.

If it did, Wu Star might have a chance to compete in the interstellar league.

Directed by his mentor, Little Yu paused his actions.

Then, the judges stepped in to evaluate his invention and assign scores.

A few judges first examined the exterior of the mechanical intelligence. Despite being crafted with limited resources and by a youngling's hands, it appeared quite impressive and had already taken shape.

"Not bad at all."

"Quite impressive, indeed."

The judges exchanged appreciative glances and murmured among themselves.

Observing their reactions, Little Yu proudly crossed his arms.

The judges then announced to the audience, "We will now test whether the robotic intelligence can function properly."

Everyone held their breath as they watched the robotic intelligence in action.

If this invention of mechanical intelligence truly worked, Wu Star would surely secure a spot in the Interstellar League this time.

[How likely is that, though? Such a young one inventing mechanical intelligence.]

[But I'm so excited! If it's genuine, we won't be at the bottom of the rankings this time for sure.]

The landlord regained his composure and said, "Hehe, did you see that, Little Lu? Little Yu invented that robot, and he's been praised by so many teachers!"

Lu Wei raised an eyebrow. "Your Danjiao brother made one of these when he was only six months old. It's still buried in his mountain of trash."

Landlady: "..."

Landlady: "Haha, stop bragging. At six months old, he couldn't even talk, let alone assemble something like this."

Lu Wei stroked his chin. "You're right, it does seem odd. Looks like Danjiao is indeed ahead of the curve compared to you all."

Lu Wei had always thought his child was intelligent but didn't consider him to possess any extraordinary talent. However, after today's competition, he realized that what the other younglings struggled with was effortless for Danjiao.

Could it be that Danjiao was a genius?

The landlady was on the verge of a stroke due to this penniless brat.

She hadn't intended to praise this shabby kid at all, so why couldn't he understand that?

Clenching her teeth, she said through gritted teeth, "It's perfectly normal for everyone to fall short compared to our Little Yu. After all, he isn't entirely devoid of the bloodline, possessing genes from a more advanced civilization. Hence, it's not surprising that he can invent such things. Danjiao losing to Little Yu isn't shameful."

Lu Wei expressed his disdain. "Huh? But Danjiao has piles of those similar scraps."

Now Grandma Landlady understood the term "every word is a stab, leaving one seething with anger."

This person was completely immune to her boasts, infuriating her to no end.

Grandma Landlady didn't believe a word he said; she felt he was merely seeking retribution.

When conversation doesn't resonate, not even half a sentence is worth exchanging. She didn't want to speak another word to him.

The elderly lady put on her mink coat and turned to boast to the others nearby.

"The one who invented that robot is my grandson, Little Yu!"

The person standing beside her was astonished. "Your grandson is quite remarkable! How could he invent a robotic contraption at such a young age? Aren't tutorials for these kinds of small toy robots part of the basic curriculum?"

This praise finally soothed Grandma Landlady's irritation.

"Yes, after all, our Little Yu has extraterrestrial genes."

Surrounding them, voices of astonishment kept echoing.

Grandma landlord's face was beaming with joy.

"It's my grandson, indeed. My own grandson."

"So this kid has genes from another planet, no wonder he's so remarkable."

Normally, such blatant bragging would be despised, but this kid had the real deal, so no one could criticize him for it.

In the competition area,

The panel of judges began operating the robotic intelligence.

Under the nervous and excited gazes of everyone, they saw the robotic intelligence actually start functioning, pulsating as if it had come to life.

Although it was a basic technology, for such a young child to have invented it carried significant value.

[Oh my God, the robotic intelligence has been successfully invented.]

[This thing is really moving. This kid is making us proud.]

The judging panel nodded repeatedly, indicating that the Golden Prize had indeed been decided.

Just as everyone thought this, Danjiao's invention was completed.

However, nobody could comprehend what he was doing.

The mentor looked at the pile of objects that resembled a large heap of trash with an indescribable expression, as if it were assembled from smaller scraps of garbage.

"But what on earth did the little one invent?"

Danjiao dusted off his grimy hands cheerfully. "This thing can fly and carry people; I guess it should be called a flying machine."

The mentor was speechless. "What are you talking about?"

Unable to maintain his composure, the teacher asked, "What did you say, Danzai? Could you please repeat that?"

Danjiao responded obediently, "Teacher, I said this should be a flying machine."

Now, everyone present, including the people of Wu Star watching the live broadcast, heard him.

[What did this cub say? He said aircraft.]

[Can he repeat it? Aircraft??]

[Aircraft are high-tech products with classified technology. They're something that can only be researched and utilized by the National Research Institute. Does he even know what he's talking about? Oh my god, a little kid making an aircraft??]

Why didn't the cub just claim to have invented interstellar missiles if he was going to speak out of turn?

The mentor was on the verge of losing his composure. "…"

Aircraft were major projects of the research institute, difficult to manufacture and protected by a certain level of secrecy. They were worlds apart from the inventions that ordinary cubs would tinker with.

Although what he had made was just a model aircraft, it was still part of an academic curriculum, not some casual "invention" by cubs.

The teacher tried to laugh off the awkwardness gently. "But, little one, I suppose you've only created something that can fly? That wouldn't be called an aircraft; it would be a flying toy."

After all, this makeshift contraption looked more like a hodgepodge of scrap metal than any aircraft.

It's nothing but a colossal junk heap, seriously.

Danjiao replied, "But it can fly, you know."

The mentor was sweating, feeling awkward about telling such an innocent, adorable, and earnest child that even if it could fly, it was still just a flying trash heap, not the same species as a spacecraft at all.

All the mentor could do was laugh. "Haha, then please, Danjiao, give us a demonstration."

Little Yu watched triumphantly, ready to make fun of the situation.

Calling a flying toy a spacecraft was simply laughable.

He believed that this poor kid had no clue what a spacecraft was. A spacecraft was a high-tech, heavily industrialized vehicle used for transporting people or goods across the stars in this era.

It was invented by the Research Association - how could a two-and-a-half-year-old possibly create a similar model?

That was preposterous.

It would be like claiming he could invent a missile himself.

To be honest, it's quite impressive that Danjiao could invent a flying toy.

Little Yu chuckled from the side.

Not just him, the other spectators also showed their discomfort at hearing such an absurd statement.

[Ah, does this kid have any idea what he's talking about?]

[I doubt it. Maybe he just heard adults mention something about flying machines and assumes anything that can fly is called that.]

[You're telling me a kid can figure out something that even experts struggle with? That's a good one.]

Danjiao was always earnest when it came to inventions: "It can't fly yet, Teacher."

The guidance teacher forced a laugh: "Why not, little one?"

Danjiao waved his chubby hands: "Because it's missing the power to start the flying machine, woof."

The guidance teacher chuckled: "Haha."

Ordinarily, the inventions of young participants don't require such high-tech components as power sources, so the production team hadn't prepared one.

This child's dedication was quite impressive; his seriousness made it awkward for her to disappoint him.

With a sincere desire to witness the outcome, Little Yu said, "So how can we obtain a power source to activate your aircraft? I'm really curious to see it in action."

Danjiao seemed equally vexed.

Locating a power source wouldn't be an easy task, especially for a child in a short period.

Thus, the invention was reluctantly paused at this stage.

The finished product stood before them, yet without a power source, it couldn't be activated.

The judging panel merely observed, showing no intention of assisting in the search.

The mentor approached to negotiate, but the judges insisted that it was implausible for a young participant to invent a flying device. They believed that expending effort to find a power source would ultimately prove futile.

They didn't believe that a child could create something on the level of a flying machine, hence they weren't inclined to help find a power source to validate the invention.

Pang Qiu appeared rather pitiable.

The director stepped in. "Danjiao, I'll go look for it for you!"

Directors usually didn't get involved in such matters, but he eagerly offered his help.

Of course, this provoked discontent.

[Has he been bribed by this kid's family? First a direct pass, now helping to find a power source.]

[How could anyone invent a flying machine? What's the director up to?]

In truth, the director had no idea what kind of genes the young one possessed that allowed him to attempt building a flying device.

But he was the village's hope, and the director would certainly protect him.

After asking around extensively, he managed to borrow a power source from a factory.

Upon returning with the power source, the director gave Danjiao some earnest instructions.

The director rubbed his hands together. "Brother Danjiao, it's up to you."

Pang Qiu's eyes suddenly darkened. "..."

Director: "What's wrong?" Don't let him down at this crucial moment, please.

Pang Qiu declared, "Only Dad can call Danjiao like that!"

"....?"

Is that all?

However, Little Pang Qiu stared at him with an unwavering gaze, as if he wouldn't begin until the director retracted his words.

The director surrendered. "Okay, okay."

This little fellow had quite a possessive streak.

With this, Pang Qiu was content.

As Danjiao assembled the power source, everyone watched him with curiosity.

It wasn't because they found the seemingly crude flying device intriguing; they simply wanted to witness the child make a fool of himself.

Especially Little Yu.

"Done!" Danjiao wiped the sweat from his forehead with his chubby little hands.

Before their eyes remained that seemingly unreliable "flying contraption."

One of the judging panel's experts spoke in an unfriendly tone, "Contestant, please demonstrate its functionality."

They held scorecards, ready to nitpick every detail.

Danjiao nodded, "Sure thing."

Pang Qiu manipulated the remote control in his hand.

And before everyone's astonished gaze, the flying machine soared into the air with a thud, cruising smoothly at a rapid pace mid-air. It maneuvered deftly, turning effortlessly.

Inside the warehouse should be able to accommodate people.

A hush fell over the audience.

The panel of judges: "...."

The mentor: "...."

Little Yu: "...."

Wait a moment—

This speed, this suspension in mid-air.

This ascent, this sudden halt.

Undoubtedly, it's a flying object.

What stands before me is a model of a small aircraft, which means—

Has it really been invented? A small flying vehicle?

The judging panel rubbed their eyes, thinking they must have seen wrong. "Huh..."

Though it couldn't be compared in scale to commercial or military aircraft, there was no doubt that this was a genuine flying machine.

In other words, given enough tools and time, this toddler could truly invent such a vehicle on his own.

And he was only two and a half years old.

What the hell kind of concept was that?

The judges swallowed their words several times, unable to speak.

Why bother scoring anymore? You should just be our teacher!

Danjiao looked towards the audience.

Lu Wei gave him a thumbs up.

Lu Wei recalled how Danjiao would sometimes ask if he was very talented.

Now, it seemed that was indeed the case.

A genius Trash King, barely two and a half years old.

However, this led to an even deeper question: Just who exactly was his wife?

Lu Wei couldn't help but ponder about the situation with his wife.

Could it be that she left because he was both poor and dim-witted?

The people of Wu Star, watching the live broadcast, were dumbfounded.

[How the hell can this be a Wu Star cub???]

[Isn't our Wu Star's competition not part of the interstellar league? Someone pinch me, I must be dreaming.]

[Witnessing a miracle, leaving my name.]

[The director just misunderstood you. You must have known how talented this kid is, so you gave him a sense of purpose and even helped him find the power source.]

[This is the episode where the director's support shines the most.]

Then, the director they were referring to was also utterly confused.

Director: "Damn."

They did conduct a genetic test on the little guy but found nothing. He had imagined that the kid might have a higher genetic level, but to invent a flying device at the age of two and a half...?

There must be inherited memory, which means he's at A level or above!

The director's eyes lit up.

It was like the expression one would have when discovering a precious stone worth a hundred times its value in a casino.

Little Yu was standing right next to Danzai, so he could be said to have witnessed the entire process of Danzai creating the flying device with his own eyes.

No one knew better than him that it was all done step by step by Danzai himself.

"..."

The panel of judges exchanged glances, and upon recovery from their astonishment, they saw the burning passion in each other's eyes.

It seemed they had spoken too soon about the gold award. This was a true genius.

With this young talent, did they really need to worry about Wu Star's performance in this year's Interstellar League?

By then, they could even directly sponsor him to an advanced planet, no doubt!