Not only was everyone shocked, but the Omega Association members were shocked too.
“Isn’t this supposed to be a dance exchange meet?”
“Isn’t it a fun shooting exchange?”
“Isn’t it networked grid-jumping?”
“Isn’t it the running association?”
The scene fell quiet as everyone exchanged glances.
“Xingxing, you tricked us?!”
Mu Chenxing looked innocent. “No way, how could I trick anyone? It’s all the same thing~”
He’d just rephrased it, that was all.
The crowd glared at him.
“Are competitions the same as exchange meets?!”
Mu Chenxing declared confidently, “We’re Omegas! If we go to the Competitive Sports Meet, can it even be called a competition? We’re just there to exchange experiences.”
Everyone: “……”
Mu Chenxing: “Or do you all have ideas about winning championships?”
The crowd was stunned and shook their heads in unison.
Mu Chenxing spread his hands. “So, what’s the problem?”
Everyone: “……”
……It did sound perfectly reasonable.
“But,” Mu Chenxing pivoted, “we’ve signed up at least, so we can’t go up there and make fools of ourselves.”
He grinned. “So, let’s start intensive training. I’ve made a schedule—everyone follow it and show up on time.”
Everyone: “……”
The Medical College had heavy coursework, leaving little free time.
But Mu Chenxing had long ago collected all the members’ class schedules and arranged training around them.
In other words, everyone in the association—aside from eating and sleeping—had to do homework in the Gymnasium too!! All remaining time went to training.
Oh, and the daily runs continued.
Everyone was stunned and protested loudly.
Mu Chenxing: “If we make the top thousand, five days of runs waived; top five hundred, two weeks off; make the finals, no runs for the whole semester.”
Everyone: “！！”
Mu Chenxing grinned. “We’ve got 24-hour AC here. It’s so cold outside—way comfier in here. Might as well train indoors; playing games beats running, right? And we can do homework together—better than the dorms, isn’t it?”
Everyone: That makes sense!
And just like that, they were sweet-talked into the Gymnasium.
Mu Chenxing’s arrangements weren’t overly rigid, though. If only one person was free from classes, he wouldn’t force them to train alone.
He always paired at least three people together for competition and companionship.
Zhang Yunli, as their advisor, highly praised their enthusiasm for competing. This showed in how he never came empty-handed—always ordering piles of food and drinks, giving pep talks to ease their pressure: aim to participate, and participation is victory.
Mu Chenxing overheard one session and noticed the Omegas in the association got even more nervous.
The next time Zhang Yunli showed up, Mu Chenxing shut him down before he could speak, shoving him onto the Dance Machine or other gear in competitive mode, with a few Omegas to play along.
Zhang Yunli resisted at first, but soon got hooked—as an academic-focused teacher, he barely did daily exercise, let alone competitive games.
Less than a week in, Zhang Yunli turned into a total gaming addict. On breaks, he’d swing by for a few rounds of shooting or dancing—fun and a workout—which dragged his project members and students to the association’s Training Hall too.
Mu Chenxing ignored him, focusing on training while correcting members’ flaws and bad habits.
Curious classmates dropped by to gawk, only to see groups sitting on the bleachers with Holo-Screens and notebooks doing homework, while others scattered at machines—dancing, racing, grid-stepping—like a full-on arcade.
Someone snapped photos and posted to the School Forum: Omegas Entering Military Academy Competitive Sports Meet: Glitch or Prank?
Replies exploded, building a hundred-floor thread in under half an hour.
Top comment: The winds of formalism have finally blown into the military academy.
Some shouted for Omega Association members to explain themselves. No one responded.
It wasn’t ignoring them—these folks underestimated how introverted and timid the Omega Association Omegas were.
They lurked forums and sites daily, surfing like pros, but rarely posted. Faced with walls of mockery and jokes, they didn’t dare reply—just screenshotted to the group chat, where Omegas raged with righteous indignation, rebutting point by point.
Mu Chenxing was too busy training, coaching, and cramming textbooks to check the group. Tong Xiao and others pinged him before he noticed.
He scrolled the messages, checked the forum replies.
Then went back to studying.
Xia Weizhen sidled up, scrolling with him. His eyes widened. “Why aren’t you going to the forum to curse them out?”
Mu Chenxing blinked in confusion. “Why would I curse them?”
Xia Weizhen: “They’re mocking us!”
His voice carried, drawing nearby Omegas over.
Several crowded in, asking what happened.
Xia Weizhen turned and complained, “Xingxing’s letting those Alphas and Betas curse us on the forum!! He’s changed!!”
The Omegas, fresh from group chat fury, glared in unison.
Mu Chenxing: “They’re not entirely wrong; it’s just their wording doesn’t match ours.”
Everyone: “?”
Xia Weizhen: “?” He fumed. “How are we formalism? How are we just killing time?”
Mu Chenxing blinked. “If not formalism, are you planning to… aim for rankings?”
A few Omegas hesitated.
But Xia Weizhen planted his hands on his hips. “Why not? My shooting score’s over three thousand! Yesterday I tried balloon popping—better than tons of Alphas from the Sports Meet!”
He handled the Sports Meet shooting data, so he brimmed with confidence.
He pointed at two hesitant Omegas. “Xiao Le and Yuan Yuan are better than them too.”
Others, including those two, were shocked—none had seen the full data.
“How do you know?”
“You didn’t even compete that day!”
“You’re so cocky?”
“I wouldn’t dare compare to Alphas.”
Xia Weizhen blinked. “Huh?”
He glanced at the calmly studying Mu Chenxing, scratched his head, pulled up the fun Sports Meet data, and explained. “We have all the Sports Meet data. Those Alphas hit two or three out of ten shots—that hit rate? We can match it now.”
Everyone: “！！”
Xia Weizhen: “Huh, you didn’t know? We collected it together back then.”
Mu Chenxing: “The balloon poppers were split into morning/afternoon shifts, four groups per shift rotating counts. All data funneled to you.”
One who staffed back then: “Ah, the data I recorded should be better than ours, though.”
Another: “Mine varied—some worse than us.”
“Me too, I logged a few worse than us.”
Everyone exchanged looks, then turned to Mu Chenxing.
Mu Chenxing noticed and looked up. “What?”
Xia Weizhen burst out first: “Can we aim for rankings? I think we can try.”
Others looked hopeful.
Mu Chenxing raised a brow, scanning them, then countered: “Everyone thinks we’ll come last, right?”
Nods.
“You think you’ll come last too, right?”
Hesitant nods.
Mu Chenxing: “Then why show up to train every day?”
“You told us to.”
“It’s warmer here.”
“Training together is fun…”
Mu Chenxing earnestly: “Xia Xia’s data is mostly Medical College Alphas, some from other colleges. They don’t represent military academy students—or competitors. Don’t get hopes too high.”
Disappointment rippled.
“But,” Mu Chenxing smiled, “worst case is still last place. If we’re coming last anyway, play hard and have fun… What if we beat a few Alphas?”
Everyone blinked.
Mu Chenxing winked. “Beating one is a win. Those are military academy Alphas.”
Everyone: “……”
That makes sense.
Xia Weizhen shot up, full of vim. “Alright, my goal: take down one Alpha!!”
“I’ll take two!”
“Three for me!”
“Then I’ll push not to finish last—take you all down!”
“What? Then I’ll take you down!”
……
December 16th—before finals—came the Alliance First Military Academy Competitive Sports Meet preliminaries.
With massive entries, prelims used holographic sim tech: entrants drew lots for batches into the holo Gymnasium for assessment.
One holo venue held hundreds; ten-ish rounds per event wrapped it up. Results announced on-site post-all.
Ultra-efficient, ultra-convenient.
The Meet spanned dozens of events; prelims ran 8 days straight.
Then qualifiers (5 days), semifinals (3), finals (3). Pre-finals, the school reps for the military academy league were set.
Mu Chenxing was just testing waters; association Omegas lacked broad training. So he entered four events: Shooting, Obstacle Avoidance Speed Run, Precision Strike, Flight Piloting.
All members, including him.
The Omegas only learned it was four events on match day.
Staring at the “Precision Strike Event Venue” sign over the holo venue, they were dumbfounded.
Only signup advisor Zhang Yunli stayed calm.
“…Isn’t it just Shooting?” Tong Xiao, ignoring the teacher nearby, grabbed Mu Chenxing’s collar and roared. “What’s this Precision Strike crap?”
Mu Chenxing: “Dance Machine.”
Tong Xiao: “?”
Mu Chenxing winked. “The Dance Machine you all played—slap patterns with hands and feet.”
Tong Xiao: “？？？”
Everyone: “？？？”
Mu Chenxing pried Tong Xiao off, spun him around. “C’mon, don’t chicken out!”
He rallied the rest. “I remember our association has tons of pros—show ’em what you got!”
Everyone: “……”
The sixty-plus members shuffled in with dazed expressions, entering by draw order for the event—they were the last batch.
Zhang Yunli arms-crossed outside, eyeing the big screen.
Their group signed together, so numbers clustered obviously—
Amid burly Alphas and Betas, a pack of tense, petite Omegas in varied uniforms stuck out like sore thumbs.
The match began.
Zhang Yunli dropped his arms, watching intently.
The screen overviewed all contestants.
Maybe an illusion, but from afar, Zhang Yunli swore the association Omegas moved super nimbly, with eerie rhythm.
……Just, way more stylish rhythm than nearby Alphas and Betas.
Thinking how they trained on Dance Machines, Zhang Yunli’s lips twitched.
Since they’d shown, he didn’t expect wins—just there to back them, fend off mockery from other associations’ or colleges’ teachers.
Match lasted ten minutes; results synced instantly after.
He’d hustle the little Omegas out while others fixated on scores, sparing them ridicule.
Zhang Yunli checked the time. Three minutes left.
Plenty of teachers waited outside.
Someone spotted him, came over. “Teacher Zhang, what brings you here?”
Zhang Yunli’s brow furrowed subtly. He turned with a polite smile. “Teacher Ning, you here leading a team too?”
Teacher Ning lit up in realization. “Oh right, this is the Competitive Sports Meet prelim venue. You brought your Omega Association students to compete?”
Zhang Yunli smiled. “Yes.”
Teacher Ning remarked, “This is quite rare. I remember you used to be at Technology College, right? Are all the Omegas there so eager to show off like this?”
Zhang Yunli kept up his smile. “Teacher Ning, you’re joking. How could participating in the sports meet be showing off? Doesn’t the school encourage everyone to join in actively?”
“But those are Omegas. Aren’t they just there to pad the bottom of the rankings? What’s in it for them?”
Zhang Yunli struggled to hold onto his smile. “Results aren’t the most important thing. Competitive sports are about learning the spirit of competition—”
“It’s over!”
“The results are out!”
Teacher Ning whipped his head around to stare at the screen.
Zhang Yunli breathed a sigh of relief and hurried forward with a little jog, ready to greet the little Omegas from his Omega Association—
“Holy shit!”
“How is that even possible?!”
“Why the hell are there Omega names on the list?!”
“Omega names are in red?!”
“This is my first time seeing something like this!”
Zhang Yunli froze mid-step and looked up.
The holographic scene on the big screen had shut down, replaced by the list of 1,000 qualifiers.
A sea of blue and green names filled the display, punctuated by several striking red ones.
Blue names marked the selected Alphas.
Green names marked the selected Betas.
Red stood for Omegas.
Zhang Yunli’s hands shook as he started counting them from the bottom up:
One.
Two.
Three.
…
Sixty-three.
The entire Omega Association had qualified.
Zhang Yunli stood there, stunned.
They’d qualified for the Military Academy sports meet… by playing Dance Machine?
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