My Live Broadcast Room Can Teach You Everything (7): 

Chu Qi accompanied Old Ge to the hospital and stayed with him for a full body checkup.

Once it was confirmed that Old Ge’s illness wasn’t particularly troublesome here, Chu Qi let him rest in the ward, then went with the family friend uncle to a nearby hotel to book him a room. He also handed the uncle a bank card, telling him to spend freely.

The uncle refused, shaking his head. “I don’t need this.”

Chu Qi knew what he was worried about and smiled. “Don’t worry, I have some savings. Covering your food, clothing, and living expenses is no problem at all.”

The uncle still shook his head. “It’s not easy for a student to make money. Things are expensive here, better forget it.”

Chu Qi said, “It’s not difficult. I’m livestreaming online teaching now, and the income is pretty good.”

The uncle froze. “Livestream teaching?”

Chu Qi: “Yeah, and it’s quite popular now. Everyone knows the Comprehensive Academy is the best school in the Alliance, and I got admitted in just four years by skipping grades. I’m really good at studying.”

The uncle didn’t laugh at him for bragging, because everyone back home already recognized it as a fact. Chu Qi was indeed exceptional at learning. Every teacher who met him said he was smart, a true genius.

Chu Qi continued, “So I teach online about how to improve grades, how to have a better chance of getting into a comprehensive university. You know how stressful the competition is every year, not just for the college entrance exams but even in elementary and middle school. Lots of people worry about grades, and I teach them how to study. Many follow me.”

The uncle felt it more and more reliable, and happily said, “That’s great! Weren’t you always the best at studying? I remember your classmates always came to you for help. If you teach others, you’ll definitely be better than anyone else!”

Chu Qi smiled brightly. “Exactly, so don’t worry about me making money. I’m not short of money anymore.”

He stuffed the card into the uncle’s hand. “If you don’t spend it, I’ll just have to buy things for you instead. If I pick something you don’t like, that would be a waste, wouldn’t it?”

The uncle looked at Chu Qi happily, feeling a bit awkward but also comforted.

Chu Qi said, “When you’re buying things, you can pick some up for Grandpa too. I can’t always take care of everything while I’m at school. You know Grandpa’s temperament—he definitely won’t tell me if he needs something…”

The uncle nodded and agreed. “No problem. Since I’m here, of course I’ll take care of your grandpa.”

Chu Qi smiled. “Of course I trust you. With you around, I won’t be distracted from studying.”

The uncle couldn’t help but nag, “You just focus on your studies and don’t worry about your grandpa. The doctor said it’s just a minor surgery, nothing serious. What he cares most about is your education…”

Chu Qi listened carefully, then chatted with him a bit more, saying that once Grandpa recovered, he’d take both of them to the capital for a good trip. At the uncle’s urging, he left the hotel and went back to school with Chu Feng.

By the time they returned, it was completely dark. Chu Qi looked at his “newly acquired” boyfriend and asked for a kiss.

Chu Feng, completely inexperienced in matters of romance, blushed furiously and quickly lost all composure under Chu Qi’s teasing.

Face red and ears burning, he shared a kiss with the “old driver” Chu Qi. Dazed, Chu Feng watched him skip away, knowing there would be no restful night for him.

The next day, and the day after that, for five straight school days, Chu Qi went to visit Old Ge with Chu Feng at his side.

The illness that nearly killed Old Ge turned out here to be only a minor problem. With early treatment, a few bottles of medicine would have been enough—no surgery needed at all.

Now Chu Qi watched as Old Ge entered the operating room, and in less than half an hour he was wheeled back out.

The incision was tiny; after an injection and a few nutritious meals, he would fully recover in three days, without even leaving a scar.

But because Old Ge was old, with many health issues from neglecting his body when young, the doctors had to put in more effort and kept him in the hospital longer.

Old Ge wasn’t happy, thinking those illnesses weren’t worth treating, and worrying that the more money spent, the more Chu Qi would feel ashamed in front of Chu Feng.

Although Chu Qi always said he made plenty from streaming, it still shouldn’t be easy to cover a week in a single room at the capital’s best hospital, plus having so many doctors personally attend to him…

Spending money is one thing, but favors aren’t something money can repay.

Seeing how heavily burdened Old Ge felt, Chu Qi didn’t press the issue.

He brought him back to a rented house, and secretly added some restorative medicine from another world into the tea for Old Ge and the uncle. Once he was sure Old Ge was healthier than a young man, he returned to school under their “orders.”

The next day was the weekend. Chu Qi had a livestream in the afternoon, so he had to go to the training room in the morning.

The scolding from the last training session still echoed in his ears, and Chu Qi didn’t want to embarrass the teacher who had worked hard to get him this chance.

He rushed to the training room early and greeted the senior students who had been living there for the past month.

The seniors had already heard of Chu Qi and his story. They knew about his talent in piloting mechas and didn’t really doubt he deserved to be in the training room.

Only a few lower-ranked students, likely to miss out on competition slots, looked down on Chu Qi. Secretly, they hoped the coach would soon teach him a harsh lesson and kick him out.

As for why they didn’t directly mock him…

They wanted to, but the last person who had treated Chu Qi like that was Si Yuan, and now Si Yuan was the butt of jokes behind his back.

Especially since Chu Feng was close with Chu Qi, many people hoped to befriend Chu Feng through him. They weren’t stupid—why would they risk offending Chu Qi?

Better to prove themselves with real skill.

They had trained for three years, recommended into the training room by their teachers for their outstanding performance, and had been improving rapidly with daily practice. Could they really lose to a freshman who had only touched mechas for a little over a month?

Just then, the training coach entered the room. At the sight of Chu Qi among the crowd, his expression was cold.

Chu Qi knew he’d been wrong last time and immediately stepped forward to apologize.

His voice was clear and full of youthful energy, not unpleasant.

He explained in detail that his grandfather had come for medical treatment, and since he wasn’t familiar with the place, Chu Qi had to take him back and forth to the hospital for checkups and then surgery.

The coach’s anger subsided a bit.

He had heard plenty of rumors about Chu Qi and knew how difficult his family situation was. Hearing this, he didn’t press further, and said, “Come with me for a test.”

Chu Qi knew he was forgiven and smiled at the seniors before following to the virtual training pods.

The coach randomly pointed at someone. “You fight him first, let’s see your strength.”

Chu Qi weighed how much strength to show, then quickly climbed into the pod.

Those lower-ranked students clenched their fists, hoping Chu Qi would perform badly—so badly that he wouldn’t even qualify for the team.

The match began. On the screen, the senior who had been training daily charged at Chu Qi with his weapon, and they clashed within the first three seconds.

Right away, many noticed something unusual.

“Huh, Chu Qi’s reactions are really quick.”

“His operations are still raw, but his awareness is good.”

“Ah, that was a bit slow—what a pity.”

The lower-ranked students grew gloomier the longer they watched. Chu Qi’s performance far exceeded expectations. He wasn’t at their level yet, but his combat instincts were impressive, no worse than when they themselves had first joined.

The coach stayed silent as Chu Qi lasted three minutes before losing. He opened the pod door with a helpless look, stopped Chu Qi from getting out, and said to another student, “Your turn. Test him.”

The senior climbed in without a word, and Chu Qi closed his pod again.

This time, he lasted five minutes.

Everyone watching fell silent.

Finally, someone muttered, “Weren’t those mistakes he made earlier… completely gone this time?”

“And just now—didn’t he use Lin Siyuan’s technique? He didn’t know it before, did he? How did he suddenly pull it out?”

The more they watched, the more unsettled they felt. The lower-ranked students turned pale, heads down, speechless.

When the pod opened again, the victorious student walked out with a conflicted expression—he too had seen Chu Qi’s terrifying talent.

The coach called a third student, who sat down with a bitter face, already sensing bad luck.

Sure enough, this time Chu Qi’s performance was on a whole other level. He had no slow reactions, and had absorbed the strengths of his previous opponents. As the fight dragged on, the senior even felt like he was fighting both of his classmates at once. Dripping with sweat, he barely managed to win when the timer ran out, thanks to a slight efficiency advantage.

This time, the spectators were completely silent.

A monster…

If they hadn’t seen it themselves, they wouldn’t believe such a genius existed.

The coach’s heart raced wildly. Thinking back to how he’d agreed to let Chu Qi only train two days a week, he wanted to slap himself.

What nonsense had he been saying?!

When Chu Qi stepped out of the pod without breaking a sweat, only looking slightly frustrated, the coach gazed at him like a treasure. “Chu Qi, let’s spar a few rounds. We’ll figure out your weaknesses and where to improve.”

The other students didn’t resent Chu Qi for getting one-on-one guidance. They basically accepted that he would claim a competition slot.

Chu Qi agreed cheerfully, then spent the whole morning in mock battles with the coach.

Over twenty matches in a single morning—more than enough.

The coach stumbled out of the pod afterward, collapsed into a chair, and held his head in disbelief.

In the other pods, the seniors kept training one-on-one, occasionally coming out to share insights and swap partners.

Chu Qi, listening nearby, chimed in: “Actually, if you don’t retreat here and counterattack directly, it’s more advantageous—for example, by using the Lester Dash.”

The seniors were puzzled. “Why’s that?”

Chu Qi explained, “Because Lester’s speed can dodge the pursuit, and since you’re using a spear, you’ve got the range advantage.”

The senior thought it over.

Chu Qi then turned to a senior girl. “After he retreated, instead of a frontal attack, if you’d gone for a backstab, you could’ve interrupted his recovery. The damage would be low, but he’d have to keep retreating. That way, we trade small hits for greater overall advantage.”

The coach, sitting nearby and doubting his life, overheard and couldn’t help shifting his attention.

He had been sulking, wondering how such a monstrous genius could exist—too smart for his own good, leaving nothing for a teacher to teach.

And then he heard Chu Qi giving pointers to other teammates, and what he said actually made sense!

The coach suddenly remembered that he had first discovered Chu Qi because he was livestreaming, teaching other students how to pilot mechas. Back then he thought Chu Qi learned incredibly fast, and everything he explained went straight to the point.

But how had he only noticed Chu Qi’s speed at learning, and forgotten that he was also good at teaching?!

The more the coach thought about it, the more unbelievable it seemed. Was this kid not only going to go from new recruit to full member, but then from member to coach as well??

Still, he didn’t stop Chu Qi and the two others from discussing. After hearing Chu Qi’s suggestions, they restarted their match while the coach pulled Chu Qi aside to watch other pods and asked him to comment on the battles.

Chu Qi always got right to the heart of things.

Even when he occasionally slipped up due to lack of experience, he corrected himself almost immediately, pausing briefly before realizing what had been wrong.

This time, the coach was truly convinced, completely speechless.

Chu Qi noticed and smiled faintly.

He wanted to compete, yes, but spending a month slowly growing stronger by showing up to training every day—he really couldn’t be bothered to act it out.

Might as well embrace the title of genius.

After all, the original Chu Qi had always been brilliant.

Seeing how quickly Chu Qi grasped the strengths and weaknesses of combat, the coach simply stopped letting him fight and had him analyze battles for the seniors.

Those lower-ranked students, who were almost certain Chu Qi would take their competition spots, felt miserable about it.

It was bad enough that Chu Qi’s rapid progress crushed their confidence—now the coach even had him advising them on battles. How frustrating!

But every time they listened to his sharp analysis, their flaws were corrected and their strength improved noticeably.

Their eyes toward Chu Qi quickly turned eager and admiring.

So what if he stole their slots? It wasn’t even guaranteed they could place high in the competition. If he could help them genuinely improve before the tournament, that was the real benefit!

For a time, dissatisfaction and jealousy were completely forgotten.

A crowd swarmed around Chu Qi, begging him to review their battle records. At every useful tip, they grinned ear to ear and rushed off to the pods for another round.

The coach watched the energetic group of young people and smiled in satisfaction.

It seemed his students would do well in this competition.

The only problem was…

How was he supposed to trick Chu Qi into staying and training students for him?

That was the real headache…

Escaping from the “clutches” of the coach and the others, Chu Qi met Chu Feng waiting at the door.

Together they enjoyed a sweet “couples’ meal” (really just ordering the exact same dishes at the cafeteria). Afterwards, Chu Qi returned to the dorm to begin his lesson.

By now he had reached the first semester of fourth-year material. After this class and one more, the mecha piloting content would be finished.

The university mecha league gave him inspiration. Chu Qi hadn’t decided what to teach after finishing the mecha course, but now he thought: why not self-study whatever subject the university would be competing in next?

Maybe the teachers, seeing his talent, would even ask him to compete.

That would quickly boost his reputation and brand.

XiuXiu searched for intel: [The upcoming leagues for the university include finance and management, computer programming, art and painting…]

Chu Qi cut in: [Skip anything too far from the military management major—we’ll take those slowly later.]

XiuXiu: [That leaves the military command competition in two months.]

[Military command, huh…] Chu Qi nodded. [Sort out the course material and put it in the consciousness space, I’ll review it later.]

Every world had its own quirks. Some used neural links to pilot mechas, others used control panels. Just because Chu Qi had been skilled at military command in other worlds didn’t mean he could directly transplant those skills here. The terminology, the soldiers’ combat styles—all had subtle differences. He had to fully grasp both sides to properly adapt and apply them.

So when he said “self-study,” he really meant self-study. It was just that, like a master gamer on a new account, he picked things up faster than most.

He logged into his livestream, greeted by a sky full of stars. Next to many stars floated little bubbles reading “checking in,” “here for class again,” and so on.

Chu Qi said, “This is the second-to-last class. After two more lessons, we’ll start a new course.”

The comment feed instantly filled with messages:

“What’s next? Is it also about mechas?”

“Please, please, teach chemistry! Struggling with it is killing me.”

“Physics, physics! I love physics—it makes me happy!!”

“Go through all the compulsory education subjects, I love those.”

“Can I suggest something? Don’t just teach the knowledge points—explain problem-solving too. I always get the concepts, but I still struggle with the exercises.”

“Exactly! Solving math problems is so hard. Just knowing the concept isn’t enough—when the question changes format, I mess up every time.”

“Please teach problem-solving +1.”

Chu Qi scanned the barrage. Most wanted compulsory education subjects, plus problem-solving methods.

He said, “I’ll cover all the compulsory subjects one by one. But before that, I want to get ahead in my own university courses. I’ll study and teach at the same time, so nothing gets delayed.”

The viewers sighed regretfully but understood.

Chu Qi added, “So for now, Saturday lessons will be related to my major. In two weeks, on Saturday, I’ll cover military command. Anyone interested can tune in.”

“As for which subject comes after math, I’ll start a poll. Whatever wins, I’ll teach. Everything’s fine by me.”

Viewers laughed: “So this is what a true top student is—no matter what we want, you’ve got it covered.”

“This isn’t a top student, this is a god of learning.”

“God of learning, bless me to get into Comprehensive University next year! If we become schoolmates, I’ll buy you milk tea every day.”

“I don’t need to get in, I’d be happy just to raise my score by 50 points.”

“So when will you start teaching problem-solving, QAQ…”

Chu Qi: “I’ll think about it, I’ll find a way.”

With the original’s memories, he knew how vast the test bank was here. If he tried to explain every problem by talking, it would take forever.

“Let’s start today’s lesson and continue from last time…”

…

When the class ended, he once again left the stream amid a sea of farewell stars.

XiuXiu dutifully clipped the video and uploaded it to social media. Soon, many people came to view, share, and comment, praising how efficient Chu Qi was to get the video out so quickly.

XiuXiu: [Proud~]

In reality, the “efficient” Chu Qi was busy browsing this world’s games.

XiuXiu chirped happily: [Master wants to play games? I’ll play with you~~]

Chu Qi: [Not playing games—making games.]

XiuXiu tilted its head: [Huh? But didn’t you say you came here to teach?]

Chu Qi chuckled: [Games can also promote learning.]