My Live Broadcast Room Can Teach You Everything (6): 

Without realizing it, a month had already passed since Si Qi arrived in this world.

Si Qi originally thought the Li family or the Si family would at least reach out to him first so the three parties could meet.

But Li Zhaoran, worried that the people behind the scenes might once again secretly harm his family like before, did not dare to meet Si Qi at such a critical moment. He entrusted the task of protecting Si Qi entirely to Chu Feng.

So Si Qi watched as the Li and Si families made a grand show of discussing cooperation, even specially inviting Si Yuan, a key figure from both families, to take over the work under the pretext of training the future heir.

Si Yuan had originally planned to secretly take revenge on Si Qi, making him appear fine on the surface while actually suffering in silence. But unexpectedly, the elders of both families valued and trusted him so highly, handing over such an important responsibility.

Feeling the weight of this responsibility, Si Yuan no longer had the mind to crush Si Qi in a hurry. Every day he was busy handling complicated affairs, learning from the senior mentors sent by the family how to operate a massive project, and gaining access to confidential information he never could have touched before.

At only eighteen or nineteen years old, being involved in such work, commanding seasoned elites to carry out his orders, brought him a sense of accomplishment far beyond leading a gang of followers to swagger around school.

The younger followers around Si Yuan all envied him. Not everyone was as lucky as him: on his father’s side, he was the sole heir, and on his mother’s side, relatives cherished him as their own. Before even graduating, he was entrusted with such a massive project. This was no doubt a declaration to the outside world that Si Yuan was the future heir of General Si and the precious treasure of the Li family.

Even if Si Qi had now latched onto Chu Feng’s golden thigh and gained some popularity online, at best he was just a small influencer. How could he ever compare to Si Yuan?

Si Yuan’s earlier bullying of Si Qi had been meant to assert authority, to tell the world that any illegitimate child who crossed his path would end up like Si Qi.

But now, with such a high position and the support of both families, he didn’t even need to do anything on purpose—the mistresses and illegitimate children already wouldn’t dare offend him. That would be suicide.

Si Yuan was very satisfied with this. He thought that once he fully became the master of the Si family, none of those mistresses or illegitimate children would escape. Not only would he make them return everything they had taken from the family, but he would also make them regret ever existing, for being an eyesore to him.

As for Si Qi…

Thinking of how Si Qi once embarrassed him publicly, Si Yuan let out a cold snort.

Just a bumpkin from the countryside. To offend him and still expect to remain unscathed—what a fool’s dream!

That debt would be settled sooner or later. For now, he would let Si Qi bask in temporary glory.

The higher one is lifted, the harder the fall.

Si Yuan sneered, flipped the page of the document in his hand, and signed his name.

At the same time, Si Qi ended his livestream and was called to the office by a teacher.

Inside the office, the teachers looked at Si Qi with curiosity.

Recently, news about Si Qi had spread widely online. The main reason was that his math teaching videos were simply too good. Many students and parents, moved after watching them, began promoting Si Qi voluntarily.

Word spread rapidly, and within a few weeks, nearly everyone in the education system had heard of Si Qi and watched his livestreams.

Some teachers, deeply inspired after watching his videos, even changed their classroom teaching style to imitate Si Qi’s methods.

It worked. Students said lessons once complicated became simple and easy to understand, learning felt effortless, and their exam scores improved drastically.

Seeing such results, more teachers quickly followed suit.

The education bureau caught wind of this, studied Si Qi’s methods carefully, and secretly discussed whether textbooks should be revised according to his teaching principles. The current curriculum was clearly more convoluted and harder to grasp compared to his.

This showed just how significant the impact of Si Qi’s livestreams had become.

The teachers at his school naturally knew about this. But unlike outsiders, who cared mainly about his math teaching, what concerned them more was his mecha piloting ability.

If they hadn’t personally seen how clueless Si Qi was about activating a mecha’s power system at the start of the semester, they would never believe the same person was the one dazzling viewers in livestreams with his mecha skills.

But it really was him.

By now, Si Qi had already uploaded four mecha lessons, each covering an entire semester’s key content. In other words, in a single month he had mastered what normally took others two years to learn, all while keeping up with his other courses and another livestream.

If Si Qi were to devote himself fully to piloting, how terrifyingly far could he go? Could he become one of the few ace pilots of the Star Alliance, a famous general recorded in history? Just imagining it made the teachers excited.

His talent was simply extraordinary. Others only noticed his academic aptitude from initial tests, but overlooked his gift for piloting mechas.

This was a once-in-a-century prodigy.

That was why the teacher had called him here today.

“The mecha course in class can’t keep up with your pace anymore. I spoke with your instructor, and he said it’s best to arrange one-on-one teaching so your talent won’t be wasted.”

In fact, the teachers already felt the school’s curriculum wasn’t enough for him. They wished they could invite military instructors to train him.

But Si Qi was still just a civilian, not enlisted in the military, so they could only set that idea aside for now.

The teacher said, “In a month, the inter-university mecha league of the Star Alliance will begin. Normally, schools send third-year students, sometimes second-years with strong ability. This time, we want you to compete.”

Si Qi didn’t mind. Competing would be good—his fame would grow, giving his courses more credibility and attracting more viewers to his livestream.

However…

After saying this, the teacher earnestly advised, “Livestreaming isn’t the right path. You can’t waste your time and energy on that.”

Si Qi shook his head. “I think what I’m doing is meaningful.”

The teacher spoke bluntly: “I know you stream to earn living expenses and tuition. If you’re willing to represent the school in the competition and get a good ranking, you’ll receive all the prize money, plus an additional bonus from the school. From then on, all your tuition and fees will be waived. You won’t have to worry about living costs—we’ll handle that. You just need to focus on studying.”

Si Qi looked at the teacher and explained carefully, “What I mean is, I believe teaching and educating people is a very meaningful job.”

The teacher froze, not understanding why he suddenly said that.

Si Qi continued: “You know I come from a remote planet where educational resources are scarce. Many people can’t even go to school. They’ll never learn the basic knowledge that children on the capital planet are exposed to at birth.”

The teacher fell silent.

Si Qi said, “Yes, I do livestream to earn money. But with my abilities, I could make money in many other ways, not just streaming. Yet I chose livestream teaching, because it’s the work I love, and I find it meaningful.”

Looking straight at the teacher with serious eyes, he said, “Since I was little, I envied my peers who could attend school. I know the pain of wanting to study but being unable to. If I can record lessons and upload them online, then as long as people can connect to the internet, they can access systematic education. That way, there will be fewer people like me in the world.”

The teacher’s gaze softened as he listened. Looking at the boy in front of him, his voice grew gentle: “I understand. Nothing is more important than pursuing your dream. Since you’ve decided, then go for it. You have the right to defend your ideals. I support you.”

Si Qi smiled. “Thank you.”

The teacher added, “But in your free time, you still need to train with the seniors who’ll compete, under the guidance of instructors.”

Si Qi nodded. “That’s fine. I’ll cooperate with the school’s plan for systematic training.”

Seeing his sincerity, the teacher spoke more firmly: “Since you insist on livestreaming, you must work twice as hard. The seniors training for the competition have even suspended their regular courses to train daily. If you can’t keep up, the school will cut you from the team.”

Si Qi smiled. “Don’t worry, I’ll do my best.”

The teacher was relieved, but still sternly reminded him not to underestimate others because of his talent. Once certain Si Qi took it seriously, he let him go.

Before leaving, the teacher gave Si Qi’s campus contact number to the training instructor, asking him to bring Si Qi to the training room.

The training instructor frowned upon hearing that Si Qi wouldn’t suspend classes Monday to Friday, would only train on weekends, and even then needed time for livestreaming.

He called the teacher to confirm, and after hearing the explanation, reluctantly agreed, saying, “If he’s not strong enough to keep up, I’ll just kick him off the team.”

The teacher replied, “It’s fine, the boy knows what he’s doing.”

So the training instructor sent Si Qi his location, asking him to come meet the senior teammates and learn about the competition process.

Si Qi had agreed, but midway there, Chu Feng suddenly called, saying Old Ger had arrived at the capital planet.

Without hesitation, Si Qi stopped heading to the training room, called back to tell the instructor he wouldn’t come today and would go next week instead.

The instructor nearly exploded, scolding him angrily before hanging up.

Across from him, the seniors waiting to meet the new member looked at each other: “…”

This new guy was a bit arrogant.

Riding a hoverboard rented free from the school, Si Qi sped to the school gate.

Chu Feng was waiting there. When he saw Si Qi, he lowered the car with the smart system and let him in.

Si Qi, a little excited, immediately asked, “When will grandpa arrive?”

Chu Feng smiled. “The ship will reach the capital in half an hour.”

Si Qi rubbed his palms in excitement. “That’s great. And the hospital…”

Chu Feng reassured him: “Don’t worry, I’ve already arranged it.”

Si Qi looked at him with gratitude and dependence. “Chu ge, you’re so good!”

Chu Feng’s smile brightened. He cleared his throat and said, “This is what I should do.”

Si Qi pressed, “Why should you? Because I’m your junior? Are you this good to every junior?”

Chu Feng hesitated. “…More or less.”

Si Qi, half-joking and half-hiding disappointment, said, “Really? I thought it was because of me, that you’re especially good to me.”

Hearing that and seeing Si Qi go quiet afterward, Chu Feng couldn’t help glancing at him. After a struggle, he said, “Not everyone. Only you…”

Si Qi’s eyes lit up, staring at him without blinking.

Feeling even more embarrassed, Chu Feng still finished his words: “If it were someone else, I wouldn’t go out of my way to do so much…”

“I knew it!” Si Qi said happily. “So, Chu ge, why are you so good to me?”

Chu Feng pressed his lips together, unsure how to answer.

Because of his elders’ instructions?

But even without that, he felt he would have done the same.

He was even annoyed—why had he agreed to their requests in the first place? If one day Si Qi found out about their family ties, would he suspect everything Chu Feng did was just to fulfill an obligation?

Before he could decide how to explain in the future, Si Qi suddenly moved to sit beside him. His gaze was clear, pure like a small animal showing its truest self.

He asked softly, “Chu ge, are you only this good to me?”

Chu Feng thought for a moment, then nodded.

Si Qi’s smile grew even brighter. He leaned closer, his body brushing against Chu Feng, and said, “Then Chu ge, do you have the same thought as me?”

Thought? What thought?

The boy liking him… that kind of thought?

Chu Feng could hear his own heart pounding. Unable to help himself, he stared into the boy’s eyes and, as if under a spell, nodded and gave a soft “mm.”

Even he didn’t notice his own response, but Si Qi heard it and laughed with pure delight. He threw his arms around Chu Feng, tilted his head up, and said, “Then let’s be together, okay? I liked you the moment I saw you. I don’t want to be apart from you. I want to spend my whole life with you!”

Chu Feng felt a tingling rush all over his body, as if his life had reached its peak of happiness in this moment. He gently patted the boy’s back and leaned his head close to his cheek, whispering, “I like you too.”

The fresh lemon scent of body wash drifted from Si Qi’s skin, and his warmth seeped through their clothes into Chu Feng’s chest. It felt like embracing the whole world, an unparalleled satisfaction.

Twenty minutes later, the car arrived at a nearby spaceport.

Hand in hand, Si Qi walked with Chu Feng toward the arrival area. He asked, “How’s Grandpa’s health?”

Chu Feng replied, “For now it’s stable, but to fully restore his body will still take time.”

When the Li family arranged to pick up Old Ger, they brought a doctor along. Upon reaching the trash planet, the doctor examined him and confirmed that surgery wasn’t urgently needed. Instead, they used medical equipment to stabilize his condition, keeping him steady until they could treat him properly with the best facilities at the capital’s top hospital, ensuring no hidden risks remained.

At the same time, the acquaintance who had been caring for Old Ger on the trash planet was also invited along, so that he wouldn’t feel uneasy surrounded by strangers on the journey.

That acquaintance didn’t think anything was bad about it at all. Just traveling to the capital planet for free was enough to brag about for life—let alone doing it on a private ship with food far beyond what could be found on the trash planet.

The past month had felt like living in a dream.

“This kid Si Qi really has skills!” That acquaintance praised him more than once in front of Old Ger, until even the old man’s sharp tongue had no excuse to criticize. Because… what was there to say?

The conditions were so good that not even a nitpicker could find fault. Old Ger could only shut his mouth in frustration.

Don’t be fooled by his dismissive expression or how he scolded Si Qi for wasting money—in his heart, he was secretly proud that the child he raised had become so capable.

So when Si Qi saw Old Ger at the spaceport, for once the old man didn’t immediately attack him with sharp words. He let Si Qi hug him without pushing him away, eyes shifting awkwardly as he muttered, “What are you, a baby? Can’t let go when you see someone?”

Si Qi just grinned. “Grandpa, you look really well.”

Old Ger snorted, letting Si Qi hold his hand, pretending not to notice.

In truth, he was very happy to see the boy again.

Back when he’d sent Si Qi onto that ship, he had thought it would be their last time seeing each other. Who would have guessed they’d have another chance like this?

As Si Qi helped him onto the special medical transport, the old man grew puzzled. The young man at Si Qi’s side looked oddly familiar.

When he noticed the nurses and doctors greeting Chu Feng respectfully, even treating him with more regard than they did Si Qi, he grew more suspicious.

Were these people not arranged by Si Qi?

The old man frowned slightly, watching the interactions between the two along the way.

Si Qi openly introduced Chu Feng as his senior, but Old Ger remembered: back at school, Si Qi was never so close with classmates.

Seeing the way their gazes lingered on each other, sticky with affection, the old man felt more and more uneasy.

He hadn’t even been apart from the boy for long, and already that brat had been stolen away!

And by someone who clearly looked wealthy and powerful…

Would this person look down on Si Qi? Think him uneducated, incapable, a country boy with no backing—someone easy to bully?

Worse, what if Si Qi only got close to him because of this useless old man, forced into it for support? Then wouldn’t he be nothing but a burden, dragging Si Qi down?

The more he thought, the more stifled he felt. When a nurse noticed the medical readings were off, she hurried over to check if he was unwell. The old man stubbornly refused to speak. But Si Qi instantly saw through his expression and asked, “Grandpa, are you unhappy?”

The old man turned his head. “Hmph, you brat, you just annoy me!”

Chu Feng frowned slightly.

Si Qi said, “Then don’t look at me, look at Chu ge instead—he’s really likable.”

Chu Feng: …?

The old man grew angrier, glaring at him. “You brat, are you trying to kill me with anger?!”

Si Qi said, “No, I just mean Chu ge is a really good person. You’ll definitely like him.”

The old man cast a resentful glance at Chu Feng. This handsome young man seemed hateful to him—not only had he stolen away his grandson, but he might someday use him, the old burden, to pressure Si Qi.

Si Qi said, “Chu ge’s been so good to me. When I heard you were sick, I panicked and tried to find work to earn money quickly.”

The old man immediately bristled, furious. “Didn’t I tell you to study properly here? Why were you looking for work! You never listen to me! Think you’ve grown wings already, huh?!”

Si Qi said, “No, Chu ge stopped me. He said students should focus on studying and told me not to worry. He offered to bring you here himself for treatment.”

At that, the old man calmed somewhat.

At least he knew how to encourage Si Qi to study—that part sat well with him.

Then Si Qi added, “Also, back at school, someone bullied me.”

The old man stiffened immediately. “Who dared! Take me to the school right now—I’ll see which brat dares mess with you!”

Si Qi continued, “But not anymore. Chu ge already solved it for me.”

The old man: “…”

Can you not pause like that when you talk?

Si Qi said, “And when I first arrived in the capital, I didn’t know anything and made a lot of mistakes. It was Chu ge who taught me step by step. He saved me so much trouble, kept me from taking many wrong turns.”

The old man: “…”

Si Qi: “And also…”

By now, Old Ger could clearly see his purpose. Grinding his teeth, he snapped, “Enough, I get it—your Chu ge treats you well!”

This brat! Not only bewitched by someone, but even rushing to praise his partner in front of the family, always siding with the outsider!

So infuriating!

Si Qi chuckled. “Don’t you know me, Grandpa? I can always tell who treats me well and who doesn’t.”

The old man fell silent.

On that point, he couldn’t argue. A child who grew up on the trash heaps had always been sharp at sensing malice.

Didn’t people often say he had a bad temper and a vicious tongue, that he was hard to get along with? Yet Si Qi never minded his temper, always treating him the same.

Si Qi knew his grandfather was cold on the outside but soft inside—a sharp tongue with a soft heart.

Holding the old man’s hand, he said, “I’ll take good care of you in the future.”

The old man’s heart softened, and he was about to reply when Chu Feng seized the moment to add, “Me too.”

The old man’s smile froze. He barked angrily, “Who wants you to! Who even acknowledged you?! Don’t think you can take advantage of my grandson!”

Si Qi burst out laughing.