My Live Broadcast Room Can Teach You Everything (2): 

Si Qiyue grew more and more impatient and said to the people around him: “I was born on a remote planet, with no father or mother. I only started school at the age of fourteen thanks to the help of a kind person. You can check this kind of thing easily online. It wasn’t easy for me to come here to study, I don’t have the time to play your young masters’ and ladies’ little campus bullying games. If you want to step on someone’s head to show off your power, don’t come to me, alright? I have to rely on studying to survive.”

Many people, after hearing this, instinctively showed on their faces a look that said: it wasn’t me, I didn’t do it.

They were all just teenagers. At first, they targeted and disliked Si Qiyue because he was an illegitimate child, yet was put in the same class as legitimate children, always hanging around in front of them.

From Si Yuan’s perspective, everyone felt Si Qiyue’s existence was extremely unpleasant, and some even suspected that he deliberately got into the same class as Si Yuan in order to get close to General Si. So they went along with the crowd, ostracizing him at least, if not openly being friendly.

But now, hearing Si Qiyue say this openly, everyone who realized something was wrong could no longer look at him with disgust—wouldn’t that make it outright bullying?

Wait a second, their previous behavior really did count as campus bullying…

But being in that environment, they never realized it was bullying at all. They just thought it was normal behavior, even felt they were being especially righteous by doing it.

Thinking carefully about Si Qiyue’s words, if he truly had nothing to do with General Si, then he had been ridiculously unlucky from beginning to end!

With no money, coming alone to a planet billions of light-years away from home, facing a high-tech city where everything was unfamiliar, competing with classmates who had received elite education since birth. Just adapting to the environment would already be extremely hard, but then, just because he had exchanged a few words with an important figure at registration, that person’s child held a grudge. Soon after the term began, rumors about him spread everywhere, and he was targeted and excluded by all his classmates…

What kind of human suffering was this?!

No one wants to be seen as a bad person—especially not the arrogant, domineering kind who bullies others. Gangsters might need fear to get respect, but students studying to one day defend their nation certainly don’t.

At least, most people wouldn’t once they realized they had wronged someone.

Back then, they hated Si Qiyue because they believed, “My values are correct, so I should do this,” and thus ostracized him.

Even if it was a mistaken sense of justice, at least the intention behind it was “good.”

The moment they realized their mistake, everyone’s eyes toward Si Qiyue changed—turning guilty, uneasy, even sad.

As for Si Yuan—the one who spread rumors, hinted at others to band together against the poor student, and then pretended indifference as if he had nothing to do with it—people’s opinions of him plummeted.

In the original timeline, when Si Yuan publicly scolded the original protagonist, it should have been something that satisfied everyone present. But now, it became proof that Si Yuan vented his anger on an innocent person.

Everyone knew Si Yuan had been trained by General Si from a young age, exposed to mecha education earlier than anyone else. Meanwhile, ordinary students who hadn’t entered the Military Management Department had no opportunity to touch military weapons like mechas. Most of them had only just started learning how to operate them.

So when Si Yuan fought Si Qiyue in a mecha battle at this time, how could it be anything but intentional bullying?

Yet, to everyone’s surprise, Si Qiyue actually won…

He won?

Recalling this fact, which not long ago everyone found completely unacceptable, many students now looked at him with curiosity and admiration.

After all, Si Qiyue came from a remote planet—rumor even said a junk star!

An admission slot that countless students from the central zone fought desperately for, was taken by someone who had barely received any proper education. Just how incredible must he be to achieve that!

If those privileged children themselves had grown up in Si Qiyue’s environment, only beginning formal (and extremely backward) schooling at fourteen, and by eighteen entering the Capital Comprehensive University—would that even be possible?

Si Qiyue was a genius!!

After dropping this bombshell, Si Qiyue left without looking back.

Guilt appeared in everyone’s eyes as they watched him go. They silently glanced at Si Yuan, who was already furious, but didn’t speak to him. The crowd quietly dispersed.

If they were to talk, it would only be in private, or on the school’s online forum.

On the forum, threads about Si Qiyue were quickly flooded with new comments.

But unlike the previous unanimous tone of disgust, this time the new replies were not only numerous but also the complete opposite—filled with apologies and rebuttals.

“Stop spreading baseless rumors. Ever since he entered school, Si Qiyue’s either been studying or staying in his dorm. What on earth has he done to deserve all this hatred?”

“Other than his surname being Si and having spoken with General Si once, what proof do you have that he’s an illegitimate child? If you want to accuse someone, at least bring some evidence, okay?”

“If talking to General Si is enough to be attacked, then why only target Si Qiyue and not General Si? Isn’t it just because he’s easier to bully?”

Bystanders were dumbfounded: “Wait, wait, why are so many people suddenly trying to whitewash that bastard? Is this some hired PR team? But this isn’t an external forum, it’s the academy’s! You’re really saying you openly support an illegitimate child? Don’t tell me you’re all illegitimate yourselves?”

A student who had witnessed Si Qiyue questioning Si Yuan in person wrote: “I thought it over. According to the only bystander’s account, it was General Si who asked Si Qiyue about his registration. That means General Si initiated the conversation, not Si Qiyue trying to climb up the social ladder. Think about it logically—doesn’t something feel off?”

“The only bystander? Who? Don’t tell me it was Si Yuan? I remember General Si brought him for registration, so only he was there, right? But the rumor spread so widely… damn, don’t tell me…”

“Just look at Si Qiyue’s clothes, the way he doesn’t know how to use anything. I’m sure he doesn’t have money or experience. If he were really an illegitimate child, would his life be that miserable?”

“Wait, so Si Qiyue really has nothing to do with General Si? But their eyes look so alike! Practically identical!”

“These days, lots of people look alike. Maybe General Si just liked him because of the resemblance, so he started the conversation. But bullying him over that? Way too much.”

“Hold on… you’re not hired PR, right? Say something if you are. The more I read, the more creeped out I get—I’m starting to believe you…”

“We’re really not PR. These are real-name accounts, with class and names listed clearly. Who could hire us to post for Si Qiyue? Do we not care about our own reputations? Just look at this video. [Double Si Battle.AVI]”

“What the?? I always thought the one dominating the fight was Si Yuan, and I even praised his skill as worthy of being General Si’s son. But it turns out the one controlling the left mecha was Si Qiyue??? He’s that strong?!!”

“I always thought Si Yuan’s strength as the undisputed top of the grade was unquestionable, even unmatched by some upperclassmen. But maybe not.”

“Si Yuan’s skill is indeed impressive, it’s usually hard for him to lose. It’s just that Si Qiyue was too strong.”

“Wait, the person above is a fourth-year senior, right?! Haven’t you already enlisted for real training? Even you think Si Qiyue’s that strong??”

“I’m confused now. Is Si Qiyue just an inexperienced nobody, or has he been secretly trained by General Si as his illegitimate child? Could anyone really become that good at mecha after just a few days?”

“Maybe it really is possible. At first his movements were clumsy, Si Yuan hit him several times. But later he got smoother and smoother, until he completely turned the tide and defeated Si Yuan.”

“Wow, just from that video alone, I could study his techniques for ages.”

“And since Si Qiyue publicly declared he wasn’t General Si’s son, chances are he really isn’t. Otherwise, once exposed, how humiliating would that be? General Si certainly wouldn’t be happy about an illegitimate child embarrassing his legitimate son like that. No smart illegitimate child would dare do this—it would force General Si into denying him.”

“But doesn’t this mean Si Qiyue and Si Yuan are totally at odds now? His life’s not going to get easier…”

“Don’t say that. Si Yuan’s not that kind of person.”

“Pfft, not that kind? Then how come a nobody like Si Qiyue got ostracized just days after enrollment, with rumors spreading everywhere, even details about being orphaned on a remote planet? There’s no way Si Qiyue himself leaked that. Who else could it have been?”

“Wow… you’re brave to say that out loud…”

“…”

After leaving the training room, Si Qiyue headed straight to the dorms.

When it comes to campus bullying, saying it out loud in public is always better than silently enduring everyone’s cold-shoulder treatment. On the surface, he still held the moral high ground—if he didn’t say it, no one else would. And the earlier he said it, the better.

Otherwise, if things kept escalating, more and more people would actually do something against him. And once those people realized later they were wrong, it would be hard to back down, because apologizing is far harder than casually discussing someone else’s misfortune.

As for why it only looked on the surface like Si Qiyue had the upper hand…

It was because Si Qiyue really was General Si’s son.

And not just that—he was the only legitimate child.

Back when the original host was born, his mother Li Qiran was caught up in a family power struggle and gave birth while fleeing. The baby was maliciously switched by someone, strangled, and thrown into a trash bin, eventually ending up on a junk planet.

By the time the Li family arrived, they found Li Qiran on the verge of death, lying in a pool of blood, tightly protecting the child in her arms. Both mother and son were immediately rushed to the hospital.

The hospital had already been bribed by someone. The report it produced confirmed Si Yuan as Li Qiran’s biological child. At that time, no one doubted it much—the focus was on saving Li Qiran’s life—so everyone subconsciously accepted that Si Yuan was indeed her son.

One child grew up in a protected medical ward with perfect care, laughing carefree; the other was thrown onto a trash heap, barely surviving a false death state, crying until his lungs burst.

It wasn’t until later, when General Si—this world’s so-called “Child of the World”—suffered spiritual power collapse and brain organ atrophy and urgently needed a relative’s transplant, that Si Yuan’s true identity was questioned.

Because brain organ transplantation was illegal, General Si never planned to let Si Yuan know. The Li family would never agree to see Li Qiran’s only child crippled either.

So the transplant examination was conducted secretly by General Si himself, with no one else aware.

When testing compatibility, General Si discovered Si Yuan wasn’t his son at all—he had been cuckolded!

For the sake of maintaining the political marriage with the Li family, General Si didn’t expose Si Yuan’s identity right away. Si Yuan himself still believed he was legitimate and lived with full confidence.

But General Si’s attitude toward him changed. Coming from a peasant background, he had no family; his only family was his son, and yet that son wasn’t even his. He’d been cuckolded for years without knowing.

So over the next few years, General Si grew increasingly cold toward Si Yuan while trying everywhere to father another child. He didn’t want to end up crippled without spiritual power, or a brain-damaged fool. His only hope was to place everything on a newborn.

That was why Si Yuan grew so desperate to get rid of the original host—General Si’s behavior in recent years had filled him with insecurity. He hated illegitimate children and mistresses, determined to kill them all rather than risk being threatened. He ignored the fact that Si Qiyue was his peer in age, and that his attitude wasn’t like an illegitimate child’s at all. Just by judging the way General Si looked at Si Qiyue and their similar appearances, Si Yuan decided he must eliminate him.

Even if Si Qiyue truly had nothing to do with General Si, Si Yuan wanted to use his existence as an example—to warn all those women that their children would end up just like him.

Si Qiyue utterly despised people like that.

—If you’re really unhappy, go talk to your father. He’s the one who caused your pain. If you don’t dare, and instead vent your anger on innocent bystanders, what ability is that supposed to prove?

This high-and-mighty attitude that treated others as nothing made Si Qiyue sick. Si Yuan and his cold-blooded father were practically cut from the same mold.

So, after returning to his dorm, Si Qiyue reported the matter straight to the academy’s upper management—to Li Zhaoran, the administrator and Li Qiran’s younger brother.

Li Zhaoran, though in charge of the academy, knew nothing of the bullying.

On one hand, Si Yuan, knowing his uncle’s temper, didn’t dare let him know he was leading the bullying.

On the other hand, General Si didn’t want Li Zhaoran to find out too early, so he helped erase Si Yuan’s traces behind the scenes.

Over the years, General Si focused on having children. Among them, only two awakened spiritual power—one too weak to be of use, and the other genetically mismatched with him.

He was about to give up, resigned to a future of diminished strength, when suddenly a subordinate reported that a student applying to the academy’s Military Management Department had tested as being biologically related to him.

The Capital Comprehensive Academy? And in Military Management, no less!

Admission there required spiritual power, and never at a low level. General Si himself had graduated from there into the army; he knew exactly what it meant.

But he had another child? How did he not know?!

General Si couldn’t fathom that he hadn’t actually been cuckolded. His son had been born, only to be secretly switched. The Li family’s genetic report hadn’t been their deception—they themselves had been tricked.

Investigating further, General Si quickly calculated Si Qiyue’s birth date, then secretly compared both Si Qiyue’s and Si Yuan’s hair with the Li family’s records. The results showed that Si Qiyue was indeed his and Li Qiran’s son, the rightful heir of the Si family and the legitimate grandson of the Li family.

Si Yuan, however, matched with no one.

General Si had no idea whose child Si Yuan was. Possibly an enemy’s plant to sabotage both him and the Li family.

Conveniently, this gave him an opportunity to manipulate events.

Cold and unfeeling, General Si didn’t value family—even his own son was just an organ bank to him. He knew all too well Si Yuan’s jealous cruelty, especially toward illegitimate children. So he played on it. On the day of enrollment, he uncharacteristically accompanied Si Yuan himself, letting him be both flattered and suspicious.

Then, at the registration site, he deliberately sought out Si Qiyue privately, spoke gently to him, and even showed a trace of care. Si Yuan, sharp-eyed, sensed danger and immediately fixated on Si Qiyue. Just as General Si intended.

Afterward, Si Qiyue became the target of bullying, leaving plenty of evidence. General Si secretly prevented Li Zhaoran from discovering it, ensuring that before Li Zhaoran ever met Si Qiyue, the boy would already be ostracized and then “accidentally die” during training. That way, if anyone investigated, the blame would fall squarely on Si Yuan—not him.

Once Si Qiyue was publicly “killed” by Si Yuan, General Si could transfer the brain tissue to himself, eliminating all risks. Then he would present Si Qiyue’s enrollment genetic report to the Li family, revealing that he and Li Qiran had indeed had a son—only for him to be murdered by Si Yuan.

The Li family, shocked, investigated, uncovered the truth, and came to utterly despise Si Yuan.

—Who would believe it wasn’t deliberate?

Even if Si Yuan hadn’t known, he had killed Li Qiran’s only child, and even attempted to murder a fellow student. He no longer deserved to remain part of either family. General Si expelled him without hesitation, transferring all assets to his “true” son. The Li family, feeling guilty for their negligence that left General Si raising another man’s child for over a decade, wouldn’t cut ties. They would still be in-laws.

As for whether outsiders would sigh in pity over Si Qiyue—the legitimate heir who’d been cursed as a bastard and then killed early by the fake heir sensing danger…

That no longer mattered to the original host, already wrongly dead. Nor would it have made him happy.

His only wish in life had been to succeed, return home, and improve conditions on the junk star—so that Old Ge and those who had helped him could live well.

Si Qiyue clicked his tongue.

Ever since arriving in this world and realizing that the one targeting the original host—Si Yuan—wasn’t the “Child of the World,” but that it was actually Si Yuan’s father, he had sensed something was wrong.

Recalling the fleeting vision the original host had seen before dying, Si Qiyue understood that Si Yuan was very likely just being used as a pawn by the “Child of the World.”

So he had XiuXiu investigate along this lead, especially into whether the so-called Child of the World had any health problems. Sure enough, they uncovered an old grudge from eighteen years ago, along with many hidden maneuvers over the years.

Dealing with that father and son pair would be simple. Si Qiyue had XiuXiu draft a message for Li Zhaoran, written in the tone of a bystander, describing Si Yuan’s recent behavior at school. The message suggested that Li Zhaoran surely wouldn’t like to see his family acting that way, and asked him to advise Si Yuan to restrain himself.

Attached was a surveillance photo of Si Qiyue’s profile, resembling Li Qiran so closely that Li Zhaoran would inevitably be reminded of his long-deceased sister—who, in her twenties, had been around the same age as Si Qiyue was now.

And then…

Si Qiyue thought of Old Ge’s perpetually stern face. He remembered how, in the original host’s memory, news of Old Ge’s death came only months later. His palms began to sweat.

He dialed Old Ge’s shop number. No answer. He tried again and again. His heart sank further each time. He called acquaintances back on the junk star, asking to speak with Old Ge, wondering if maybe he was just ignoring calls to save on phone bills.

The acquaintance chuckled, saying yes, not to worry. Old Ge often said that if Si Qiyue ever returned without graduating, he’d break his legs.

The surge of emotion from the original host made Si Qiyue’s nose sting. Steadying his voice, he pleaded: “I miss Grandpa Ge. Let me say a word to him.”

The acquaintance kept dodging, refusing again and again, until Si Qiyue finally asked: “Has Grandpa gotten into trouble?”

It took more than a month by ship to travel from the junk star to the capital. Thinking back on the words “not long after you left,” Si Qiyue realized that “not long” might already mean over a month. Maybe… maybe he was too late.

The line went silent.

Si Qiyue’s heart sank completely. His ears buzzed.

XiuXiu, unwilling to let him despair, quickly tapped into the local network, located Old Ge, and told him: [Master! Mr. Ge isn’t dead yet! He’s still alive!]

At the same time, the acquaintance said over the line: “Don’t worry, Si Qiyue. Just study hard there, okay? Your grandpa worked his whole life, only wanting you to live well…”

XiuXiu projected into Si Qiyue’s consciousness the image of Old Ge, emaciated to skin and bones, unconscious in bed: [Master, all these years Mr. Ge refused treatment to save up tuition for the original host. He worked himself to death from illness. He used to say, what difference does it make if an old man lives one more year or two? Better to spend the money on the child…]

Si Qiyue recalled the original host’s memories. Old Ge had hidden his illness well, never letting the boy know. Occasional coughs and weakness he explained away as old injuries from his youth. Whenever the boy asked too much, Old Ge would scold him, telling him to study hard, to succeed and repay him, or else he’d skin him alive.

Every time, the boy would slink back to his room and study harder. He even secretly searched the house and shop but never found medical records or pills, convinced Old Ge truly wasn’t sick.

It could only be said: one raised the bar, the other raised it higher.

When Old Ger finally sent the original host off to study at Capital Star, it was as if the last breath he had been holding onto for all those years slipped away, and his body completely collapsed.

His illness struck fiercely. One day, he fainted in his shop, and a familiar acquaintance who saw it rushed him to the hospital.

The doctor took one look and said there was nothing to be done—send him home to spend his remaining time in peace. When Old Ger woke up and heard this, he didn’t say a word, just leaned on the wall and walked out.

The acquaintance wasn’t willing to accept that and pressed the doctor with more questions. The doctor impatiently shook his head, saying the illness could have been treated in the early stages, but by now, there was no point.

This was Garbage Star—no one knew better than the doctor how its people reacted when they fell sick.

At first, they couldn’t bear to spend money, so they dragged it out. By the time the illness grew severe and unbearable, they wanted treatment but had no money for it, so they simply gave up.

In this era where even severed limbs could be regenerated, those who died from illness weren’t killed by the disease itself, but by poverty.

Old Ger’s reaction didn’t surprise the doctor. He knew Old Ger had already given up on treatment, couldn’t pay for it anyway, and the doctor had long since gone numb to such cases, his words carrying a trace of frustration.

But the acquaintance caught from his tone that Old Ger wasn’t actually incurable. There were still ways to treat it—it just required money, resources, long-term care, and proper recovery conditions.

If there was money, Old Ger could still live.

The problem was, they had none. All they could do was lie down and wait for death.

In their hearts, they had already accepted Old Ger’s days were numbered, and so they didn’t want Si Qi to grieve and blame himself over it.

From the information Xiu Xiu dug up, Si Qi pieced the situation together. When he checked Old Ger’s illness, he realized he had medicine that could treat it and quietly let out a sigh of relief.

He told the acquaintance on the other end of the call, who was still trying to comfort him: “Please tell Grandpa that I’ll send someone to bring him here for treatment. He must hold on and wait for me.”

The acquaintance gave a bitter smile: “You’re just a student…”

Si Qi replied, “Don’t you know me by now? If I say I’ll do something, I will.”

The acquaintance fell silent.

Si Qi’s cleverness was famous in their parts. Aside from being young and still somewhat inexperienced, when it came to thinking and strategy, not even a hundred of them combined could compare to one Si Qi.

Maybe… Si Qi really could find a way?

And Si Qi would never joke about something that concerned Old Ger.

The more the acquaintance thought about it, the more excited he became. He quickly agreed and, unable to hide his joy, said: “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of Old Ger until you come to bring him away!”

As for whether Old Ger would be angry at Si Qi for being “disobedient,” or furious at the acquaintance for “betraying” him by revealing his condition to Si Qi—hmph, who cared! If Old Ger had the strength, he could get up and scold them again. If not, then he’d just have to lie obediently in bed and let them do as they wished!

The next day, the students in class no longer looked at Si Qi with the same disdain.

Before, everyone had only subjected the original host to cold violence. The truly cruel incidents hadn’t escalated yet, so it was easy enough for classmates to change their attitude toward Si Qi.

When they saw that Si Yuan’s close friends hadn’t yet arrived in the classroom, some people took the initiative to approach Si Qi, awkwardly and indirectly expressing their apologies.

Seeing that Si Qi didn’t seize the chance to mock them, but silently accepted their apologies, they felt even guiltier and made an effort to comfort him, telling him to keep his spirits up. They even said if he ever had trouble with daily life, he could come to them for help—they’d be willing.

Si Qi nodded to show he understood.

During mecha training class, the teacher, having reviewed the battle video between Si Qi and Si Yuan, was deeply impressed by Si Qi’s talent. He asked him to demonstrate the latest maneuvering technique, and right in front of Si Yuan’s dark expression, publicly praised him with satisfaction.

Many classmates were thus filled with admiration for Si Qi, convinced his talent meant he would definitely become one of the school’s top students.

Even the few who had looked down on him for being a “country bumpkin” from the backwaters let go of their prejudice and began treating him with equal respect.

Si Qi’s situation at school improved significantly.

Meanwhile, after a night of emotional turmoil, Li Zhaoran compared Si Qi’s genes with Li Qiran’s and confirmed that Si Qi was indeed his sister Li Qiran’s child.

He knew his sister had only given birth once. The prenatal tests back then had shown she was carrying only one child, not twins. So who, then, was Si Yuan, the one he had once cherished to his very bones?

The more Li Zhaoran thought about it, the more wrong it felt. He secretly obtained Si Yuan’s medical records and, after much effort, also got hold of General Si’s genetic data, wanting to see if the general had brazenly deceived the Li family and hidden the truth all these years.

But what he discovered was this: Si Qi was indeed the child of Li Qiran and General Si, while Si Yuan shared no blood ties with either the Li family or the general.

The truth hit like a thunderbolt. Li Zhaoran, who hadn’t slept a wink that night, hurried to inform his parents and brothers the next morning.

The Li family was shocked. They quickly dispatched people to investigate Si Qi’s origins and to find out why Si Yuan was so hostile toward him—even going so far as to lead the bullying!

Clearly, Si Yuan was the impostor who had stolen Si Qi’s rightful life! How could a fake who enjoyed Si Qi’s good days for so many years dare treat him this way?!

The Lis speculated further: perhaps Si Yuan had long known his true identity, that Si Qi was the real child of both the Si and Li families. Maybe his bullying was intentional—a way to frame Si Qi and make everyone see him as a joke!

Otherwise, how could there be such a coincidence? To torment his peer just because of an overheard conversation between his father and someone else?

When they learned about Si Qi’s tragic past, how he had clawed his way out of such a place purely by his own strength, the Li family was filled with both pride and heartbreak.

Looking at the photos their people had taken of Si Qi—seeing him weighed down with heavy thoughts today, no smile on his face—remembering how yesterday he had clashed with Si Yuan, and how afterward he learned that his beloved grandfather’s health had collapsed…

The Lis’ grief could not be captured by the word “heartache” alone. Grandmother Li cried out in anguish, “My poor daughter, my poor grandson!” and fainted on the spot.

The scene became chaotic. Li Zhaoran was overwhelmed, torn between investigating who had set up the Li family back then, and urgently arranging for Old Ger to be brought to Capital Star.

He also pondered how to quickly inform the other key figures involved—namely Si Qi and General Si.

Because perhaps not only the Lis, but even General Si himself, didn’t know he had been raising someone else’s son all these years, while his own true child had been suffering alone outside.

Still, it was fortunate. Si Qi had just returned from the remote star to the capital, and by chance had already met General Si once.

Perhaps… this was the unspoken bond between father and son?