My Live Broadcast Room Can Teach You Everything (13): 

Someone who had similar thoughts, who had figured out the cause and effect of everything and realized she had been completely played, was Zhang Xinran.

It was over.

She had fallen into the trap.

Was Li Zhaoran and Si Yishan carrying out a fishing operation, deliberately luring them in? Or had they been plotting for a long time, preparing everything in advance…

No matter how turbulent the hearts of others were, Si Qi’s reaction remained calm and indifferent: “So, can I continue the exam now?”

Everyone present fell silent.

Seriously? We spectators are all shaken to the core, and you, the person at the center of it all, are acting so indifferent, as if you didn’t hear a thing?

That’s the General’s residence we’re talking about! You’re the General’s wife’s only son! Even if you don’t care about fame and fortune, and even if you don’t want to take this chance to get back at Si Yuan, you finally found your family after so many years—shouldn’t you show at least some emotion?!

Li Zhaoran anxiously looked at Si Qi, wondering if this child was angry.

And of course he might be. When he needed his family’s protection the most, they had never appeared.

By the time Si Qi was capable of protecting himself, slowly building up his own forces, and no longer needing so-called “relatives,” only then did they swagger back into his life. If this had happened in a more ordinary family, outsiders would already be suspecting that they were only eyeing Si Qi’s wealth, shamelessly coming to leech off him.

And with all that Si Qi had gone through these years, he had every right to resent these adults. Why had so many people been so careless back then that they didn’t even notice a child being swapped, nearly causing Si Qi—who had no ability to protect himself at the time—to die?

Thinking about all this, Li Zhaoran watched as Si Qi finished speaking, turned around, and flew away, feeling more and more certain that Si Qi was angry.

Otherwise, how could this normally gentle and polite child act like this?

Li Zhaoran let out a defeated sigh, lowered his head, hands bracing against the control panel, his heart filled with guilt toward Si Qi.

The two patrol soldiers also didn’t want Si Qi to leave.

Watching Si Qi walk away without looking back, the two soldiers—who carried the secret mission of faking Si Qi’s death and secretly taking him away—grew increasingly anxious. Helpless, they could only report the situation to their superior.

Si Yishan frowned as he listened to his subordinates’ report, displeased that Si Qi was treating him so dismissively. Forcing down his anger, he said in a calm tone: “The plan doesn’t change. Continue following Si Qi and protect him.” Then he hung up.

It seemed Si Qi wasn’t eager to acknowledge him.

Considering that Si Qi had grown up struggling in society, later entered school and easily defeated Si Yuan, and within just a few months became famous across the Star Alliance—it was clear this was someone with deep shrewdness and practiced skill.

Now that he had learned his true identity, not only was he not overjoyed, he even kept his distance. Could it be he already knew his biological father wanted him dead and was being extra cautious? Maybe he was waiting to assess the situation clearly before deciding whether to acknowledge this connection.

Such composure and restraint were not something an ordinary teenager could have. Even those slick veterans outside, decades older, would have trouble resisting such temptation.

If Si Qi were as foolish as Si Yuan, rushing eagerly the moment someone told him he could inherit the General’s residence, Si Yishan wouldn’t have had to worry at all—Si Qi would have already died on the operating table according to plan.

But now, to spirit Si Qi away under the Li family’s heavy protection? Never mind passing Chu Feng’s watchful eyes—Si Qi himself was not an easy person to deal with.

What was worse, the reason Si Qi was so wary in the first place was precisely because Si Yishan had schemed to set Si Yuan against him, making him extra cautious.

He had truly shot himself in the foot.

Thinking of this, Si Yishan called Li Zhaoran, saying he already knew what had happened in the exam hall and was preparing to come in person to meet Si Qi, to speak face-to-face and erase the misunderstandings between them.

Coincidentally, Li Zhaoran also wanted to meet Si Qi as soon as possible, so he immediately agreed, gave him the exact location, and silently waited for Si Qi to finish his exam.

The exam wasn’t much of a challenge for Si Qi. Other than Zhang’s family and the Son of the World sending people to ambush him, he smoothly collected the required points, arriving at the designated location more than four hours early. There he saw the academy’s teachers, an emotional Li Zhaoran, and Chu Feng, who had been urgently called over by Li Zhaoran for support.

The teachers stood on the side, watching him with strange, gossip-filled looks.

Chu Feng stepped forward, greeted Si Qi, and, knowing his straightforward personality, didn’t bother with roundabout words. “Xiao Qi, you already know that your biological father is General Si, right?”

Si Qi nodded, his eyes turning toward Li Zhaoran, whose eyes were faintly moist.

Chu Feng led him to Li Zhaoran: “This is your uncle, your mother’s younger brother.”

“Child…” At this moment, Li Zhaoran completely lost his usual composure, gripping Si Qi’s hand and saying emotionally, “It’s all your uncle’s fault. I didn’t notice anything wrong back then, and you ended up wandering outside all these years, suffering so much…”

The teachers who knew Li Zhaoran were stunned. They knew he cared deeply for his sister’s only child and would surely treat him well, but they never expected him to feel such deep guilt. He laid bare his heart the instant they met, without a trace of seniority.

This, in fact, was Chu Feng’s advice.

Li Zhaoran had worried that Si Qi would hate them, so he asked Chu Feng for suggestions. Chu Feng said Si Qi was straightforward—if you treat him well, he will treat you well. He told Li Zhaoran not to overthink, but to just be honest and tell Si Qi what was in his heart.

Having spent so much time with Si Qi recently, Chu Feng’s words were credible. So Li Zhaoran didn’t hesitate—he admitted his faults right away, telling Si Qi that even if he hated him, it was fine, but please give them a chance to make it up to him.

Si Qi could be hard as steel at times, but also very soft at heart. The original owner’s death had nothing to do with the Li family. When the Sons of the World killed him and framed Si Yuan, the Li family avenged him without hesitation, punishing everyone who had bullied him. So Si Qi didn’t mind being in contact with them.

Seeing how upset Li Zhaoran was now, Si Qi’s expression softened, and he said to his uncle: “The ones who harmed me back then weren’t you. How could I blame you? You don’t need to feel so guilty.”

Li Zhaoran: “But…”

Si Qi shook his head and smiled. “There’s always a cause for every grudge. I can tell the difference. I’m happy you came to find me. I just want to know—who exactly was the enemy who killed my mother and switched me away?”

At that, Li Zhaoran’s expression twisted. He said, “It was a corporation that has been against our family for a long time. Zhang Xinran, who just tried to harm you in the exam hall, is from their family…”

But not wanting Si Qi to be troubled by adult feuds, Li Zhaoran only wished for him to live peacefully, carefree, while they shouldered everything. He said gently, “You don’t need to worry about this. Your uncle, your grandparents, we’re already dealing with them. In just a few days, they’ll suffer. Those who harmed you and your mother won’t escape.”

Of course, Si Qi already knew the Zhang family wouldn’t last much longer. Even if the Lis couldn’t destroy them, he would. Hearing this, he nodded and said that if they ever needed his help, they could just ask.

Li Zhaoran was overjoyed at his words, recognizing that this meant Si Qi was willing to accept them. Smiling, he praised Si Qi for achieving so much on his own, saying it was remarkable.

With one side eager to get close, and the other willing to accept, the distance between them quickly vanished.

As the exam neared its end, students began arriving at the exam site one after another.

Noticing the closeness between Si Qi and Director Li, and hearing about his background from gossiping teachers, the students were dumbfounded. They couldn’t wait to spread the news to their families and friends.

By coincidence, Si Yuan was also among the crowd.

After finishing his test and landing his mech at the designated spot, he immediately noticed the strange looks others gave him.

People were pointing at him, subtly or outright. His cronies gathered around, their expressions odd, and carefully explained everything.

They told him how Zhang Xinran almost killed Si Qi in the exam hall, how Li Zhaoran had erupted in the monitoring room, how Li Zhaoran nearly wept holding Si Qi’s hand when they recognized each other… everything in detail.

When Si Yuan heard that his father’s men had approached Si Qi and revealed that Si Qi was Si Yishan’s real son, his vision went black, and he nearly collapsed.

Unspoken terror and panic flooded his body. His hands and feet went cold, his mind blank. Fear of losing everything, mixed with the dread of being caught for his misdeeds, churned violently in his chest, making him desperate to do something—anything—to change the situation.

If Li Zhaoran and the others discovered his schemes, he wouldn’t even have time to worry about losing the status of the General’s son or how others would mock him. His uncle and father would be the first not to spare him. His fate would be far worse than just losing his backers!

Others didn’t understand what he was so afraid of. They only saw that as soon as Si Qi’s identity was revealed, Si Yuan turned deathly pale, unable to even stand properly, and they scorned him for such poor mental strength. Their contempt for him deepened.

Many remembered how Si Yuan had once used his supposed identity as the General’s son to falsely accuse Si Qi of being an illegitimate child, encouraging classmates to bully him, spreading rumors, and using cold violence against him.

Now Si Qi had become the acknowledged son of General Si and the General’s wife, his combat skills and leadership proving worthy of that bloodline. Meanwhile, Si Yuan was reduced to a nobody of unknown origin—lower than even an illegitimate child. The contrast was utterly humiliating.

Especially since Li Zhaoran himself had said he discovered Si Qi’s identity because Si Yuan bullied him. Someone had reported it to Li Zhaoran, who, after hearing Si Yuan call Si Qi the General’s illegitimate son, looked at Si Qi’s photo. He realized that rather than resembling Si Yishan, Si Qi looked far more like his sister Li Qiran. That was what led to suspicion and eventually the truth.

In other words, if Si Yuan hadn’t gone out of his way to bully Si Qi, slandering him as an illegitimate son, the Lis and Si Yishan might still not know that their child had been switched.

Si Yuan’s current situation was entirely his own doing. He had only himself to blame.

Seeing his pale face and unsteady figure, everyone looked at him with disdain.

After all, he was already an adult, a top student at the academy, fully capable of living independently. So why was he reacting like this?

Remembering how he used to act the victim while maliciously bullying classmates, bragging about how much both families valued him, people couldn’t help but feel schadenfreude. They wondered how he would keep throwing his weight around now.

The mocking stares were too obvious, stabbing into Si Yuan’s heart like knives, causing him unbearable pain.

He didn’t want to give in and accept being abandoned. Forcing himself, he stepped forward to speak with Li Zhaoran. After all, not long ago, Li Zhaoran had been kind to him, unchanged—maybe he would still treat him the same.

But as he walked closer, seeing Li Zhaoran gently holding Si Qi’s hand and speaking to him with tenderness, Si Yuan found the sight unbearably piercing.

These two got along too well. The uncle and nephew looked alike, and anyone who saw them standing together could immediately tell how strong their blood ties were. That warm scene even made Si Yuan think, “No wonder they’re family,” filling his heart with sour jealousy.

The one who should be standing in Si Qi’s place, the one being carefully cared for by Li Zhaoran, should have been him, Si Yuan.

But because of that damned academy, it was snatched away by Si Qi.

Putting on a sad, completely oblivious look, he walked up to Li Zhaoran, choking as he said, “Uncle… am I not your real nephew?”

While wearing an expression of pain, he thought to himself: so what if Si Qi was Li Zhaoran’s biological nephew? He, who had lived by Li Zhaoran’s side for more than ten years, tied closely with the Li family, was clearly the one closest to and most loved by Li Zhaoran.

Maybe Li Zhaoran felt guilty toward Si Qi because of his past, but that still couldn’t erase the years of affection between him and Li Zhaoran. There was no way Li Zhaoran would suddenly turn his back on him just because of blood ties.

Normally, if Si Yuan even pouted a little, Li Zhaoran would rush over in worry to ask what was wrong, giving him anything he asked for, trying every way to coax him into happiness.

Now that he had suffered such a huge grievance, being pointed at and gossiped about by so many people, surely Li Zhaoran, even with Si Qi at his side, would still feel sorry for his innocent nephew. After all, back then he was only a baby—he wasn’t the one who intentionally swapped Si Qi. He was a victim too!

Thinking this, Si Yuan lifted his head, forcing a few tears to fall, only to meet Li Zhaoran’s unusually cold, disgusted gaze.

The act he was about to put on was instantly stuck in his throat. The tears that were about to fall were scared back into his eyes. His heart clenched violently, like his head had been struck hard, his ears buzzing.

A bad premonition rose in his heart, and suddenly he thought of something—if Li Zhaoran had realized Si Qi’s identity back when he bullied him, then with Li Zhaoran’s love for his nephew, how could he not have immediately gone to find Si Qi and bring him back to the Li family?

And with Li Zhaoran’s uncompromising personality, if he knew about his framing of Si Qi, how could he have never mentioned it, never made him apologize, and instead valued him more, even giving him an important role in the company?

What he had vaguely felt was wrong but refused to admit now became undeniable when he saw the almost hateful look in Li Zhaoran’s eyes.

He could no longer deceive himself, pretending there was still a chance to make things right.

Li Zhaoran knew. Not only had he long known that he had no real ties to the Li family, but he had probably also found out about everything he’d been doing!

Otherwise, how could the elder who always loved him look at him like this?

Si Yuan’s lips trembled as he spoke with sorrow in his eyes, “Uncle, don’t look at me like that, I’ve always respected you, treated you as my—”

“Heh.” The mocking expression on Li Zhaoran’s face nearly made him choke on his words. Li Zhaoran said, “Treated me as what? An enemy? Or a fool?”

Unable to contain his anger, Li Zhaoran’s voice grew harsher with every word: “You hid the truth, colluded with outsiders to harm my family’s child, treated me like an idiot to be played with! You even abused my trust, working with my enemies, leaking company secrets, wishing nothing more than to see me bankrupt and ruined! I wonder if all these years I haven’t been loving you, but torturing you, otherwise why would you hate me this much?!”

“No, that’s not true…” Si Yuan shook his head again and again, stepping back fearfully. His helpless expression made him look like a child being unfairly scolded by an elder—sad, pitiful, fragile, and innocent.

He even turned to Si Qi, crying out, “Si Qi, help me explain to Uncle! I know you hate me for stealing your identity, I know you can’t accept me, but I didn’t mean it! I don’t want to lose the family I love most. Please don’t take them away from me…”

The surrounding classmates were stunned, exchanging strange looks with each other, thinking Si Yuan was utterly shameless.

Before, they only thought he was hypocritical, obsessed with reputation and power, doing things he wouldn’t admit to. But now, he even had the nerve to play the innocent victim!

Listen to those words—he made it sound like Si Qi was persecuting him and stealing his family, when in fact he was the one who had taken advantage of everything and committed all the wrongs!

Someone, disgusted, pulled out their terminal to record this scene that was sure to go viral on the interstellar net.

Otherwise, if Si Yuan later went around spreading rumors that Si Qi bullied and excluded him so his family wouldn’t accept him, Si Qi would be unjustly accused!

Si Qi stood with arms crossed, tilting his head at Si Yuan, showing not a trace of being moved—as if watching a cheap clown show.

Li Zhaoran, already fed up with Si Yuan’s betrayal, had no patience left. Now, seeing Si Yuan trying to drag Si Qi into it, it was like hitting his bottom line. Furious, he pointed at Si Yuan’s nose and scolded him harshly.

He didn’t hold back, exposing how the Li family had given Si Yuan everything, yet Si Yuan repaid them with ingratitude. He revealed every single thing Si Yuan had done these past months without sparing his face:

How after discovering his identity, he hid it and chose to ally with the Zhangs; how he repeatedly leaked company secrets to rivals; how he helped outsiders target the Lis; how he even tried several times to poison his father, but failed…

He laid it all out, leaving Si Yuan’s face burning red in humiliation, trembling under everyone’s eyes.

Meanwhile, the crowd watching was stunned, many whispering “holy shit” while filming, barely able to contain their excitement.

Li Zhaoran clearly had no intention of letting Si Yuan off. In just a few words, he utterly socially destroyed him.

Even if later some bleeding-heart sympathizers excused him for hiding the truth to protect himself, the fact that he poisoned his father and betrayed his uncle for personal gain was enough to prove his viciousness.

He wasn’t afraid of losing his family; he was afraid of losing everything he had, while still wanting more!

Shamed and unable to refute, Si Yuan felt the stares and gossip crush him like winter frost, freezing him to the bone. He wished he could crawl into a hole and disappear.

Si Qi, on the other hand, hadn’t said a word. Li Zhaoran had said it all for him. It was as if, after arriving in this world, all he had done was send Li Zhaoran a photo—he hadn’t needed to do anything else.

Whether it was dealing with the Zhangs or revealing his identity, he hadn’t lifted a finger. He just had to lie back and let things play out.

Not a bad feeling.

Maybe even the matter of dealing with the so-called Child of the World didn’t need him to act—he could safely leave it to his uncle.

And his uncle would certainly be happy to take care of it for his nephew, to deal with the true culprit.

And speak of the devil—

The Child of the World stepped down from the hovercar, locking eyes with Si Qi the moment he arrived.

His aura was stern and intimidating, instantly silencing the gossiping students nearby, some even looking at him with admiration.

Of course they knew him—he was a general who had achieved military merit over a decade ago, a hero of the Alliance.

Si Qi raised an eyebrow, watching as the man approached. Si Yishan forced a somewhat awkward smile of affection and said, “Child, I am your father.”

Si Qi silently rolled his eyes, really wanting to say, “Actually, I’m your father!” But seeing Li Zhaoran’s expectant face, he merely nodded, showing a bit of coldness.

The crowd was puzzled by his response.

But recalling his normally gentle personality, they assumed there must be a reason, quickly filling in the blanks themselves: it must be because of Si Yuan’s past slanders. He still harbored resentment toward the Si family and couldn’t face them calmly.

Si Yishan thought the same. Otherwise, why would his son refuse him?

If Si Qi could accept Li Zhaoran, why not him?

So he continued, “Back when I first saw you at the academy, I felt you looked familiar and wanted to talk to you. Now I know—it was the bond of father and son quietly telling me how special you are.”

Standing on the side, ignored, Si Yuan felt as if his heart was being cut apart.

When had his father ever spoken to him with such warmth?

Was blood really that magical? He had lived with his father for over ten years, always in coldness, while Si Qi, who didn’t even know him, was welcomed at first sight. His father even liked him so much.

Why? Why was a blood tie enough to erase him?

If his father had treated him better, given him some sense of security, he wouldn’t have chosen the Zhangs when it came down to it. In the end, wasn’t it all the adults’ fault? They never treated him well enough!

Si Qi, unwilling to listen to Si Yishan’s insincere words, said to Li Zhaoran, “Uncle, I’m tired. I want to rest.”

“Of course, go sit inside—Xiao Feng, go with him.”

As if oblivious to Si Qi’s rudeness, Li Zhaoran ignored Si Yishan’s darkening face, cheerfully sending Si Qi off.

At the same time, he raised a hand to stop Si Yishan from stepping forward, soothing him with, “He’s still a child, and he’s endured years of hardship. It’s natural for him to hold resentment. This is our fault. You’re the adult here, don’t take it personally…”

The Child of the World held back his displeasure, forcing down his irritation as he said in a deep voice, “I know. I’ll get along with him properly.”