Zhang Yunli was still dumbfounded when the final batch of contestants emerged.
They’d entered in rows scanning their faces for verification, but now the gates swung wide open.
A horde of tall, burly Alphas streamed out.
Zhang Yunli snapped back to reality and instinctively took a couple steps forward, his gaze scanning everywhere.
A lighthearted voice drifted over.
“Whoa, that was so fast—I missed a bunch of beats just now.”
“I messed up a ton too. My score’s probably trash.”
“Didn’t expect it to go by so quick.”
“Guess our Dance Machine’s top speed is this level. Only Xingxing and Xia Xia could nail full scores.”
“We’ll ask them later—Teacher!”
A group of Omegas nimbly slipped out.
Zhang Yunli hurried toward them.
“Teacher, the competition—”
“We’ll talk back at base!” Zhang Yunli quickly clamped down on Xia Weizhen’s shoulder and shot a glare at Mu Chenxing, who was sauntering along at the tail end. “Quit dawdling. Move it.”
Without waiting for a reply, he grabbed Xia Weizhen with one hand and another Omega with the other, hustling them away.
The Omegas were baffled but scurried after him.
Mu Chenxing glanced at the stares surrounding them and got the picture.
“Teacher Zhang.” An Alpha teacher stepped up briskly, blocking Zhang Yunli’s path. “Your students just came out. Let ’em check the scores too, yeah?”
Zhang Yunli halted unwillingly and forced a dry laugh. “We can see ’em back home.”
He sidestepped, trying to go around.
The teacher pressed: “This kind of scene’s a rare one. Even if it’s not just to hype the kids up, we gotta snap a group pic for the memories.”
Zhang Yunli froze and glanced back at the pack of Omegas behind him—their faces, shy or timid as they were, showed no tension or curiosity about their scores post-event. Just curiosity toward that Alpha teacher… and admiration for the Alphas around them.
“…Thanks for the heads-up.” He nodded at the man, released the two beside him, turned, and clapped his hands. “Everyone, eyes on the big screen outside. The Precision Strike qualifiers are up!”
The group sounded utterly uninterested:
“I don’t know many of those Alphas anyway.”
“Got nothing to do with us.”
“What’s the point? We wouldn’t make it even if we looked—”
“Omega Growth Association: 63 members, all qualified!”
“!!”
Everyone blanked for a beat, then whipped around in unison.
Mu Chenxing was surprised.
He’d figured some would pass prelims, but all of them?
Turning with the crowd, he looked up at the massive screen outside the arena.
Amid the dense pack of blue-green names, the red text jumped out.
His name sat at 492nd, followed by Xia Weizhen at 532nd, Chu Yuan at 566th.
The rest of the red names scattered mostly through the 600s, 700s, and 800s, with those after 900 being the Omegas who’d joined the Association later.
Now Mu Chenxing was genuinely shocked. It slipped out: “Are the Military Academy students that weak?”
Not only had his Association passed prelims—they’d ranked decently high.
The teachers staring at them: “…”
The surrounding Alpha and Beta students checking scores: “…”
Even the Association’s Omegas were stunned:
“Eek! We actually passed!”
“Oh my god, my score’s this high?”
“Aren’t Military Academy Alphas supposed to be beasts?”
“Whoa, not only did I pass, I beat over 200 Alphas and Betas!”
Squeals and gasps erupted: “Hahaha, I beat 320!!”
The Omegas shrieked with excitement, bouncing and jumping.
Zhang Yunli shoved through the thrilled pack, yelling: “Line up! Get in formation—we’re taking group photos!”
This monumental moment had to be captured!
“Yeah, photos!”
“Line up, line up!”
They eagerly formed ranks for pics.
One group shot led to another, then small group shots.
Fives, threes—Mu Chenxing and Zhang Yunli got roped into the frenzy, darting here and there, striking poses on demand.
Onlookers: “…”
The hundreds of contestants who’d just finished, the students from the prior round waiting on scores, teachers from every major… all eyes glued to them.
The hyped Omegas finally clocked it after a bit, freezing one by one and huddling, peering back nervously.
Mu Chenxing finished one last shot and felt someone tug his sleeve.
He turned, got it, and asked: “All done?”
The Omegas nodded frantically.
Mu Chenxing chuckled, called over Zhang Yunli and Tong Xiao who were still snapping pics, and led the group calmly outward.
“Excuse us, thanks.”
The encircling Alphas hesitated.
Zhang Yunli frowned to speak, but Mu Chenxing beat him: “No need to stress, folks. This is just the start. Save the nerves for when our other events drop.”
Zhang Yunli: “…”
Everyone: “…”
Big talk.
…But fair point.
The crowd parted slowly.
Mu Chenxing got them out smooth.
Back at the Cafeteria, the group chowed down buzzing with hype. Zhang Yunli was set to splurge on a feast, but Mu Chenxing shut it down.
“I said, this is just the beginning. Hold off on celebrating.” Mu Chenxing sighed. “Plus, matches this afternoon. Don’t stuff ’em—they won’t be able to move.”
Zhang Yunli blinked. “Right, right! After everything’s done, I’ll treat everyone to a blowout!”
The Omegas cheered.
After the bouncing died down, Tong Xiao asked Mu Chenxing: “Think we’ll crush the last three events too?”
Mu Chenxing: “Who cares about scores? Making the top 1,000 for the Military Academy Games is brag-worthy already. Just goof off on the rest—whatever happens, happens!”
“Exactly!”
“Haha, same vibe.”
“Our scores are already blowing up the School Forum~”
“Lemme see, lemme see!”
They mobbed the Forum, soaking in the shock. Even level-headed Tong Xiao couldn’t resist.
Zhang Yunli whispered to Mu Chenxing: “No shot at the other three?”
Mu Chenxing: “Nope.” Never even tried ’em—whaddya expect?
Zhang Yunli deflated a tad, then perked up: “Haha, doesn’t matter—this is unprecedented!! Gotta report to the brass!”
He flicked on his Holo-Screen and bolted.
Mu Chenxing: “…”
Once the hype cooled and Forum-scrolling wrapped, he herded everyone back to the Association lounge to chill and chat. An hour before the next round, he shooed them onto Dance Machines for warm-ups.
Meaning, the afternoon event—”Obstacle Avoidance Speed Run”—was basically their hopscotch.
The Omegas got it and cracked knuckles, raring to go.
Mu Chenxing threw cold water: “Speed ain’t our thing. Just do your best.”
A bit deflated.
Mu Chenxing: “And don’t rush—obstacle avoidance scores more. Nail the dodges.”
“Got it.”
The Avoidance Race kicked off; their Association was last batch again.
But now the arena outside crawled with extra teachers and students—mostly Alphas, some Betas.
Mu Chenxing ignored ’em, leading his crew to line up chill.
25 minutes later, he exited to a pumped Zhang Yunli.
Straight-up: “How many?”
Zhang Yunli: “47!! Not as many qualifiers or ranks as Dance—er, Precision Strike—but still great! Awesome!”
Mu Chenxing nodded: “The late-joiners like Xiaoyu lacked stamina and speed, huh?”
Zhang Yunli: “Yeah, the no-gos were all recent joins.”
Mu Chenxing nodded.
No group pics this time. Once all Omegas assembled, they slipped out under hot stares.
Over the next two days, Mu Chenxing shepherded them through Flight Piloting—54 qualifiers;
Then 10m Fixed-Point Shooting—63 qualifiers.
The Alliance First Military Academy ranked top three Alliance-wide in solo combat; shooting was foundational.
Even if these Omegas ranked low, breaking prelims meant real skill.
Key: Most aced all four prelims.
Not “lucky.” No way.
Right as 10m Shooting wrapped and Zhang Yunli tallied on-screen, a crowd closed in.
“Teacher Zhang, hi,” an Alpha teacher led. “I’m Li Donglin, Communications Engineering. Mind fielding some questions?”
“Teacher Zhang, Navigation Guidance Engineering here…”
“Teacher Zhang, Mechanical Engineering…”
Zhang Yunli: “…”
Blunt: “Wasn’t me training ’em.”
The teachers:
“You’re too modest, Teacher Zhang.”
“No need to hold back—we’re all one school.”
“Knew you specialized in Pheromones, but killer at sports too?”
“Your Pheromones expertise—did you whip up new meds?”
“If it’s performance boosters, Alphas should get first dibs.”
Zhang Yunli’s face iced: “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Hahaha, just kidding~”
“Don’t take it personal, Teacher Zhang. We’re just shocked.”
“No offense meant—their takes ain’t ours. We wanna know your training methods.”
“Same.”
Zhang Yunli coldly eyed the drug-pushers, told the rest: “I’ve briefed the principal, Omega Health Center, and organizers already. Full report coming. No need to ask—students are out. Excuse me.”
He shouldered past, roll-called his crew, and fast-marched ’em away, leaving teachers speechless.
Mu Chenxing didn’t sweat the teachers’ thoughts—or anyone else’s. But his Omegas eagerly spammed group chat with Forum drama.
Plenty of Omegas hit School Games, but Association folks were first crashing Military Academy comps.
And prelim-crushing into finals.
Screenshots of results flooded Forum, sparking four discussion waves.
Post-Shooting, the front page got slaughtered—scroll down, all Omega entrant topics:
[Why are these Omegas so stacked?]
[Rational talk: Omegas in Military Academy comps—fair?]
[Rate Omega Growth Association’s 63 members hitting Military Academy Competitive Sports Meet prelims?]
[Omega solo power spike: secret training or tech?]
…
Mu Chenxing skipped the surf, but his crew were gossip pros—live-screenshotting and debating in-group.
TL;DR: They vented in-chat, too chicken for Forum beef.
Mu Chenxing couldn’t care less. Trash talk meant zilch in comps—results ruled.
Four prelims down, he pegged everyone’s levels.
His aims weren’t prelims.
He tweaked training for each.
Simple: four focuses.
But post-brief, all blanked.
“Ten 500m sprints daily? I’ll drop dead!”
“Why crash cars? And ram opponents five times to win? Impossible!”
“Aaah, why tie hands/feet on Dance Machine?”
“Shooting on moving targets?!”
Zhang Yunli swung by, saw, and blanked: “Finals in days—sudden changes won’t mess state?”
Mu Chenxing: “Won’t.”
He flashed a smile. “Whether we can charge into the semifinals depends on how hard you grind these next few days.”
…Semifinals!!
Tong Xiao even stuttered, “M-my rankings are basically all in the five-to-six-hundreds. Do I even have a shot?”
Mu Chenxing affirmed him. “But you’ve only been training seriously for less than two months.”
Tong Xiao’s eyes widened.
The others: “!”
Mu Chenxing flashed a confident smile and asked, “We’ve only got eight days. You gonna charge or not?”
The Omegas exchanged glances.
“…How about we give it a shot?”
“Only eight days. Worst case, we crash and burn together…?”
“Wahhh, can we really do it? I don’t wanna run…”
“No worries. If we’re gonna die, we die together! Charge!”
The group of timid Omegas hesitated but eventually agreed, just like every other time Mu Chenxing had sweet-talked them into running or working out.
Mu Chenxing smiled faintly and turned to Zhang Yunli. “Didn’t you report our situation to the school leaders? What’d they say?”
Zhang Yunli hesitated for a moment before downplaying it lightly. “What else is there to say? The leaders are all very concerned and attentive, but there are still matches ahead. They don’t want to disturb you right now—probably waiting until after the competition to come give awards and condolences.”
Mu Chenxing: “Awards and condolences? How much of an award?”
Zhang Yunli was speechless. “That’s just polite empty words. What, you expecting actual rewards? Omegas participating in the Military Academy competitive matches is already… The school might even suppress the news.”
Mu Chenxing frowned. “Suppress it? Why?”
Zhang Yunli glanced at the equally baffled Omegas around them and sighed. “Since ancient times, the Military Academy and Military District have always been dominated by Alphas as the backbone force. Even Betas have a hard time climbing the ranks in the military, let alone Omegas.”
“If Omegas start standing out, it might make people think the academy’s strength is declining… That’s not the result the leaders want.”
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