My Live Broadcast Room Can Teach You Everything (12): 

The Military Management Department of the Comprehensive Academy holds an end-of-term combat test every year, adopting a points-based competition system.

Candidates are allowed to seize each other’s items, and as long as they collect enough points within the time limit, they can pass. Those who fail to meet the score requirement may have to take a make-up exam, while those who cannot even reach the settlement point will be forced to repeat the year.

Some students choose to cooperate temporarily during the exam to deal with overly complex traps together, or simply block the path to the test site to rob others.

Those who believe they are strong enough, like Si Qi, choose to fight alone.

Si Qi surveyed the terrain around the magnetic storm trap, used surrounding plants to partially conceal the exposed item, then piloted his mech toward the next location.

The camera shifted to the teachers’ side. After watching Si Qi’s maneuver to dodge the trap, one teacher sighed in admiration, praising him as truly deserving of being the genius who had once won the interstellar league championship on behalf of the school.

Those who had just been flattering Li Zhaoran while belittling Si Qi for neglecting his studies fell silent. They only quietly comforted Li Zhaoran, saying that Si Qi’s success was just a coincidence.

Li Zhaoran, utterly stifled, said nothing: “…………”

One teacher noticed Si Qi’s action and asked in puzzlement, “Why did he cover up the trap with things?”

“Maybe to trick other students?” another guessed.

“But there are no items here anymore. Who would deliberately land nearby just to trigger a trap?” the first teacher shook his head.

“That’s true…”

Another teacher remained silent, repeatedly replaying the footage of Si Qi’s evasive movements, with growing admiration on his face.

“Impressive. To pull off such maneuvers even in a training mech… If he were piloting a standard mech, or even an ace unit, his strength would definitely be—” The teacher raised his thumb in approval.

“I wonder if this kid will enlist in the military someday. If he doesn’t, that would be a real pity.”

“After all, he’s also gifted in other fields…”

The teachers’ discussion was full of confidence in Si Qi’s future achievements. Even if he didn’t join the military, he was sure to shine elsewhere.

Those who had previously muttered that Si Qi was inferior to Si Yuan tried to speak again, but the veins on Li Zhaoran’s forehead bulged. He could no longer hold back and snapped, “My eyes work just fine. I can see clearly who is more outstanding!”

“Uh…” The person looked awkward. “I was just being honest about what I felt.”

Then your heart must be blind, Li Zhaoran thought, rolling his eyes and refusing to engage further.

Just then, five or six students appeared in formation and ran into Si Qi head-on.

Si Qi piloted his mech to the right, intending to avoid them, but the group spread out mid-air, encircling him and blocking his path.

The teachers laughed aloud. “Looks like they think Si Qi’s score is too high and want to rob him!”

At this stage, most students with three or four points were already considered pretty lucky and capable, yet Si Qi alone had fifteen—more than enough to share two points each with his opponents.

“Even for Si Qi, handling six opponents in just a training mech will be troublesome.”

The teachers watched with interest, eager to see how he would respond.

Seeing Si Qi draw his weapon and point it straight at his opponents, his unyielding intent clear, the teachers smiled. “I knew this kid wouldn’t surrender without a fight.”

A child from a remote planet, admitted into the best university in the Star Alliance purely through his own ability—when facing difficulties, compromise would never be his first instinct. He would always bravely fight back.

Just like when Si Yuan slandered him and classmates whispered behind his back, this so-called country bumpkin didn’t retreat a step. He confronted Si Yuan directly, even asking in public why he was being targeted, giving him no face at all.

From this, it was clear that no matter how gentle and friendly Si Qi usually seemed, deep down he was stubborn and proud. Even if it meant blood and broken bones, he would never back down.

This was common among the teachers and students of the Comprehensive University. Those who studied or taught here were either natural-born geniuses, proud and unyielding, or relentless strivers who refused to give up no matter what.

So when they saw Si Qi rashly engage in combat, the teachers might criticize him with their words, but in their hearts they were satisfied.

“He’s up against six people now. The energy drain alone will be huge, and if the mech malfunctions, he’ll be in real trouble.” One teacher spoke with a trace of schadenfreude. “Real combat isn’t the same as sparring in a simulator. This kid is clever, but he lacks experience.”

“He’s only just enrolled and hasn’t had real combat training before,” another teacher defended him. “That’s exactly why this exam matters.”

While they spoke, the students on screen had already clashed.

Si Qi alone faced six opponents, maneuvering his mech with remarkable agility. Just by watching its complex moves, one could imagine his fingers flying across the controls.

Training mechs were simple to operate and weak in attack. With a standard mech, Si Qi could have guaranteed disabling his enemy’s unit with a single strike. But now, he could only scrape away armor bit by bit.

To dodge attacks, he had to keep making evasive maneuvers, burning through energy at an alarming rate. With reserves down to sixty percent, he broke out of the encirclement and dashed aside.

“Oh? Is he retreating?” one teacher laughed. “He fights decisively and retreats decisively too. Not bad—he knows when to cut his losses.”

The person beside Li Zhaoran curled his lips, muttering inwardly that the teachers always found something to praise, regardless of what happened. Praising Si Qi right in front of Li Zhaoran—wasn’t that just rubbing salt in the wound?

Sure enough, Li Zhaoran sat stiff-faced and silent, though he normally wouldn’t hesitate to compliment a promising student. Clearly, he despised Si Qi.

“We’ll see if he can escape the encirclement. If they disrupt him with ranged fire…” The teachers chuckled as they speculated.

Just then, a mech behind Si Qi drew a long-range weapon and fired at his back.

A blazing beam streaked across the screen, melting a dozen towering trees in an instant and leaving only smoking stumps.

The room went dead silent. Everyone stared at the screen, stunned into speechlessness.

That just now was…

Li Zhaoran shot up from his seat. “Where did that weapon come from?! Who let it into the exam?!”

Cold sweat broke out among the teachers. Their voices trembled with tension. “Our exam field doesn’t have anything like that…”

Even in combat exams, they would never allow weapons capable of instant lethality. That would be gambling with the students’ lives.

One teacher reacted quickly, about to hit the emergency rescue button, but saw Li Zhaoran already slam his fist down on it, shouting, “Student number 9587 is in danger! Immediate rescue!!”

His eyes trembled violently, as if he himself were the one under attack.

No, even if it had been his own life on the line, Li Zhaoran wouldn’t have looked this terrified.

One teacher sensed something unusual but kept quiet, only asking, “Which student drew that weapon?”

Another quickly checked. “A student named Zhang Xinran…”

“The Zhang family!” Li Zhaoran’s breathing grew ragged, his face twisted with hatred.

He had combed through the entire exam field to confirm everything was safe. Who had smuggled this weapon in?!

“This weapon was planted as an exam item! Who approved this?!” A teacher traced the source through surveillance and exclaimed, “Quick, connect to this student’s comm channel!”

“I’m trying… No use! Can’t connect!”

“What?!”

“I don’t know why!”

“Damn it!”

The control room fell into chaos, while the students on screen seemed oblivious to the weapon’s true danger, continuing their pursuit of Si Qi.

Si Qi nimbly dodged the deadly shot, as though dancing on a cliff’s edge, and sprinted back the way he came.

The group behind kept firing, slowing him down, closing in from behind.

Just as they were about to catch him, Si Qi suddenly dove down, kicked off the ground, and launched himself upward, flipping beneath them.

They hurried to turn around mid-air, but a blast of bright blue lightning erupted below. With a sharp crack, their mechs’ systems were paralyzed, and they tumbled down in a chaotic heap.

The teachers, sweating nervously in the control room, were momentarily stunned. Then one cried out in excitement, “…It’s the magnetic storm trap from earlier!”

The others quickly realized and exhaled in relief. “Lucky, very lucky…”

“Si Qi is quick-witted.”

But before the words faded, one of the supposedly disabled mechs suddenly raised its arm. The student with the high-energy weapon once again aimed at Si Qi’s cockpit.

The teachers’ smiles froze. There was no time to ask why this training mech could still move against all rules. Li Zhaoran lunged toward the screen, eyes blazing, as if he could shield Si Qi himself.

Just when everyone thought disaster was inevitable, Si Qi, mid-air, spun and raised his weapon.

Two attacks—one from him and one from a patrol officer who had just arrived—struck together, blasting the weapon to pieces.

Everyone’s breath caught. Following the direction of the attacks, they saw Si Qi and the patrol officer. Their nerves had been jolted one too many times.

The patrol officer confirmed Si Qi’s exam number. One flew to his side to protect him, while the other landed near the fallen mechs and ordered, “Drop the weapon and cease attack.”

The student named Zhang Xinran, realizing he had lost his last chance, glared bitterly at Si Qi in the sky.

Whether it was the destroyed weapon or the modified mech, both had been provided by the academy. Even if the school pursued the matter later, the only culprit would be the academy itself for its oversight. He just had to insist that he didn’t know the weapon was faulty, that he thought it was one whose power had been reduced.

Sitting inside the mech, Zhang Xinran asked the patrol officer in a bewildered tone: “What happened?”

The patrol officer’s voice was harsh: “You nearly killed your classmate!”

Zhang Xinran paused, then grew agitated, his voice full of anger: “What are you talking about? We were just taking an exam, how could anyone be trying to kill?”

“Exactly, our teachers told us these weapons wouldn’t be lethal!” another student immediately chimed in, protesting: “You’re not interfering because you saw Si Qi was about to lose, right?”

“And now you’re framing us, saying we were trying to kill someone. That’s a huge accusation—we won’t take the blame!”

A group of them, righteously indignant, declared that the school was biased toward Si Qi and interfering with their fair competition.

Meanwhile, high in the sky, another patrol officer asked Si Qi: “Student, are you alright?”

Si Qi: “I’m fine.”

“Once we finish investigating the situation, we’ll take you for a physical checkup. Don’t worry, the danger is over,” the officer reassured.

Si Qi refused: “No need, I’m fine. I want to continue the exam now.”

The officer frowned: “Is the exam more important than your safety? There’s something suspicious about this incident. We need to clarify everything. Surely you don’t want those who nearly killed you to go unpunished?”

Si Qi: “I don’t know anything. Asking me won’t help.”

The patrol officer picked up on Si Qi’s deliberate distance and asked in confusion: “You don’t trust us? We just saved you!”

He patiently explained: “I’m a patrol officer in this exam. I’m here to protect your safety. You don’t need to worry that I’ll harm you.”

Si Qi glanced at the legion insignia on the mech and said, “But you’re soldiers under General Si, aren’t you?”

The officer, puzzled, replied: “Yes, what about it?”

Si Qi spoke bluntly, “Then I don’t trust you.”

The officer: “…”

Down below, Zhang Xinran, who knew the inside story, almost laughed.

How amusing—soldiers under the general came to protect the general’s own son, yet that son, because of an impostor, avoided anything related to his father like the plague.

If that great general ever learned the truth, he would probably be enraged to death.

Li Zhaoran was already close to exploding.

He was furious at what Si Yuan had done back then, driving a wedge between Si Qi and the Si family, but at the same time, he felt unbearable pity for Si Qi.

His poor nephew had just survived a brush with death, yet afterward he couldn’t find even one person to trust. Rather than lean on anyone, he chose only to protect himself.

When he had lived alone on a remote planet in the past, wasn’t this exactly how he had survived? A child without vigilance could never have lived this long.

Watching Si Qi fly alone in the sky, evading the patrol officers again and again, while hearing some chatterbox nearby mock him as petty for rejecting General Si’s goodwill, Li Zhaoran suddenly realized something.

Compared to dealing with the Zhang family, Si Qi was far more important. He never wanted to hear anyone speak ill of Si Qi again—not from Si Qi himself, nor from others. Si Qi was far too pitiful.

He wanted Si Qi to become confident, to know that in this world, there were many who silently loved him, protected him, and were willing to stand behind him.

You are not a child without support.

With this thought, Li Zhaoran took a deep breath, ready to press the comms button and reveal Si Qi’s true identity to the soldiers on the channel.

But before he could, the soldier standing opposite Si Qi, who had been repeatedly avoided, helplessly lowered his hand and said: “You don’t need to reject us. The General sent us specifically to protect you.”

Huh?

Li Zhaoran stared at the screen in surprise. Could it be that Si Yishan had told his subordinates the truth?

Sure enough, the soldier continued: “We are the General’s personal guards, tasked with protecting the General—and the General’s family.”

Si Qi: “……”

Xiu Xiu was confused: [What’s this guy doing? Didn’t the Son of the World and the Li family agree to keep your identity secret for now? If he blurts it out, won’t the Zhang family immediately realize their plan failed?]

Si Qi replied indifferently: [It’s just to make me lower my guard and to distance themselves from what’s coming.] If they didn’t say it now, how could they prove their innocence later?

Xiu Xiu: [Huh? What’s coming?]

Si Qi chuckled: [Don’t forget, it’s not only the Zhang family that wants me dead. The Son of the World does too. That strike earlier was to keep me alive until I reach the operating table. Otherwise, forget about whether there’d even be a body left after that laser—if I were nothing but a corpse, the Li family would never hand me over for Si Yishan to use.]

[Oh, right!] Xiu Xiu realized: [No wonder that guy kept saying things like “it’s over” and “don’t worry.” He wanted you to relax so they could take you away, then quietly stage your death and pin it on the Zhang family!]

After all, these two soldiers already knew Si Qi’s true identity. On the surface, it was impossible for them to harm him. Even if Li Zhaoran suspected anyone, he wouldn’t suspect them first. By the time he did, Si Qi would likely have been operated on already—too late to stop anything.

Xiu Xiu clicked his tongue: [In the original timeline, the Son of the World also used others to kill for him. And now, he’s still using others to kill. He really hasn’t changed a bit!]

The soldier across from Si Qi, mistaking his silence for shock, gently reassured him: “That’s right, you are our General’s child.”

He said this openly, without lowering his voice. Down below, Zhang Xinran’s helpers, crawling out from disabled mechs, looked up in shock.

—Wasn’t Si Qi supposed to be a lonely orphan with no family? How could he be General Si Yishan’s son?

So the rumors back then were true… No wonder Si Yuan and Zhang Xinran targeted him, even plotting to kill him—they must have known!

The crowd’s expressions turned scornful, their gazes toward Si Qi filled with disdain. They resolved to spread this news later.

Only Zhang Xinran’s face tightened, sensing things spinning out of control.

Did Si Yishan know Si Qi’s identity? Then did he also know that Si Yuan wasn’t his biological son?

If so, why did Si Yishan still keep Si Yuan in the family, even entrusting him with important company affairs…

In the monitoring room, the teachers were stunned, some regretting that Si Qi really was Si Yishan’s child.

Even being an orphan sounded better than being an illegitimate child. Once the public knew, they’d associate Si Qi’s name with his disgraceful origin. They’d dismiss his admission to the academy and his brilliant military talent, attributing it all to Si Yishan’s secret support…

The room fell quiet. Then the person who had been disparaging Si Qi earlier suddenly grew excited, raising his eyebrows proudly: “Didn’t I say he looked just like General Si? I knew it!”

“He rose to fame so fast, even conveniently winning the mech command competition. Clearly it was staged to attract the General’s attention!”

“And he stepped on Si Yuan to climb higher, even falsely accusing him of bullying! That kid is way too scheming!”

The teachers looked embarrassed, unsure how to defend Si Qi. Li Zhaoran couldn’t take it anymore. He turned and glared: “Shut up!!”

The man who had been ready to scold Si Qi froze, stunned: “Huh? What…”

What was going on? Wasn’t Li Zhaoran the one who doted on Si Yuan most? Now, with a rival illegitimate child exposed, shouldn’t he be furious on Si Yuan’s behalf? Why was he refusing to let anyone insult Si Qi instead??

Li Zhaoran glared again, displeased, and turned back to the screen.

On the screen, Si Qi’s voice was cold: “This matter has already been explained. I’m not some illegitimate child. I’m just an orphan who grew up on a remote planet.”

“Tch, isn’t it too late to deny it now?” the students below sneered. “Wanting it both ways…”

“You’re certainly not an illegitimate child,” the soldier said firmly. “You are the General’s wife’s child—their only child.”

The students who had been mocking Si Qi froze in place, staring up at the soldier in shock.

Li Zhaoran couldn’t contain his emotions anymore. A smile spread across his face as he declared proudly to the bewildered teachers beside him: “That’s right! Si Qi is my nephew—my own blood nephew!!”

His voice carried long-suppressed joy. The teachers, more and more confused, looked at his proud expression and asked blankly: “Then what about Si Yuan?”

Li Zhaoran’s smile froze. With a cold snort, he said angrily: “Don’t mention that beast to me. He’s nothing but a cuckoo stealing another’s nest! He stole my Xiao Qi’s identity and even conspired with outsiders to harm him! He’s truly venomous!”

After saying this, Li Zhaoran couldn’t help glancing at the one who had been maliciously disparaging Si Qi. It was people like him, always lifting one person up while stepping on another, who had made Si Qi’s school life so miserable before!

That man noticed Li Zhaoran’s look and went pale as if struck by lightning, at a complete loss for words.

What had he just said? That Si Qi was manipulative, that he was far inferior to Si Yuan, that he wasn’t worthy of the spotlight…

Why had he been so quick to speak??!!