Okay, he was overthinking it.
Mu Chenxing had only just said, “Hello, teachers,” before he was left on the sidelines, listening to these big shots discuss training arrangements for the various events.
Mu Chenxing stood behind Yuan Hong, zoning out as his gaze wandered over the unfamiliar equipment scattered throughout the Battleship Simulation room—especially that massive wall-sized screen at the far end.
This setup was called Battleship Simulation, probably something like the Dance Machine they played, both being holographic simulations, right? Was the big screen for instructional purposes?
He was lost in these random thoughts when someone patted his arm.
Mu Chenxing snapped back to attention and met the eyes of the teachers, whose expressions were all a bit odd.
It was Yuan Hong beside him who’d patted him, but it was Fu Mingyuan who spoke—
“Are you free to stay on campus over winter break?” he asked.
Mu Chenxing immediately replied, “Yes, I am.”
He had already blocked Mu Yifan, and while Luo Chen seemed worried about him, he didn’t appear ready to take him in either.
A round trip to Galaxy Star cost four thousand—he wasn’t about to go through that hassle for something uncertain.
He had originally planned to find a temp job on Central Star during winter break to earn some extra cash.
Since the school wanted him to stay, whatever the reason, he had no objections.
Fu Mingyuan nodded and turned back. “Proceed according to plan. I’ll have someone contact his family.”
Mu Chenxing: They still need to do parent outreach?
Damn.
Looks like I’ll have to reach out to Luo Chen.
“Even if we include him in training, what about his accommodations? We can’t have him bunking with the Alphas, right?” A dark-skinned, burly Alpha frowned and grumbled in a deep voice.
“Yeah, the Omega dorms are too far away. Training alone might be too much for him every day—how would he even get back and forth?”
“Plus, the Omega dorms will be empty then. What about security?”
Fu Mingyuan: “He’ll stay in the dorms. Logistics can assign him a shuttle—dedicated pickup and drop-off every day. As for safety, if something happens while he’s in an on-campus dorm, we might as well take down the Military Academy’s sign.”
The teachers fell silent.
Mu Chenxing got it. So they wanted him to stay over winter break for training.
Fu Mingyuan turned to Mu Chenxing. “During winter break training, you’ll need to assist the teachers. If there’s anything uncomfortable or inconvenient, make sure to give feedback—that’s crucial experience for when we open up the majors in the future.”
Mu Chenxing: “…I probably won’t be able to help much.”
Fu Mingyuan frowned.
Mu Chenxing: “My sample data as an individual is too limited—it shouldn’t be used as a template. Also, my physiology grades aren’t great, so there might be misunderstandings on gender boundaries. If we’re starting construction after the new year, I suggest including more Omegas in the training and testing.”
Fu Mingyuan smiled faintly. “Don’t worry, we’re not relying on just you as a sample.”
“I’ve already coordinated with the Medical College to draft 50 Omegas for basic training—two weeks, voluntary, with room and board covered by the school. Medical staff will be on duty to accompany them, just in case—”
“Principal Fu,” Mu Chenxing quickly interrupted, “I’d like to prioritize Omegas from our Association!”
Fu Mingyuan: “Reason.”
Mu Chenxing: “Our Association’s Omegas have a training foundation. For the School Games, everyone signed up for all four events and made it into the top thousand—most even hit the top five hundred. With only two weeks for testing, pulling in untrained Omegas would waste three to five days just on adaptation and intensity buildup.”
Amusement flickered in Fu Mingyuan’s eyes. “Good thinking—that’s exactly the direction we’re coordinating in. It’s winter break, after all, and physical training. Their families might not cooperate. You managed to coax that group of Omegas into the Association, so you’re clearly persuasive. We’ll need your help convincing them—try to keep as many from your Association as possible.”
Mu Chenxing: “…”
Coax? That was appealing to emotion and reason!
Under the intense gazes of the leadership and teachers, he braced himself. “I’ll do my best, but it’s winter break—I can’t guarantee anything.”
Fu Mingyuan: “No worries. If you can’t manage it, we’ve got you covered.”
Mu Chenxing: “…”
So they want me to take the lead?
No wonder they’re meeting here—they were waiting for me?
After assigning him the task, Fu Mingyuan said no more and turned back to raise a new topic, discussing implementation details with the teachers: training events, venues, medical care, and considerations for intensity and duration.
Since it involved training for his Association’s little Omegas, Mu Chenxing listened intently—these teachers weren’t young; they’d probably taught for decades. No need for an amateur like him to chime in; better to learn.
He’d only caught a few sentences when his arm was patted again.
Yuan Hong glared at him. “What are you spacing out for? Come with me for testing.”
Mu Chenxing: “…Okay.”
Yuan Hong didn’t head outside. Instead, he led him to a device nearby, scanned the code to log in—using Mu Chenxing’s personal code.
Mu Chenxing, curious: “What does this test?”
A platform with a screen, surrounded by railings but no sensors… What could it measure?
He was thrilled. “Battleship command?”
Yuan Hong snorted. “Give you a battleship and could you even pilot it? Warship Academy first-years barely touch them—your turn would never come.”
Then he explained, “I’ve got a rough idea of your stamina, reflexes, and speed. Now, let’s test your command and combat skills.”
Combat command? Mu Chenxing was still excited. “What scenario? How many people? How do you play? I haven’t touched equipment like this—will there be a tutorial?”
Yuan Hong: “…We’ll start with three-person ground combat. The Intelligent Brain will assign you two teammates, random stats—whatever, I’ll pull up a newbie guide. Play one round first, then jump to testing.”
“Okay!”
At Yuan Hong’s signal, Mu Chenxing stepped into the railings and clipped on the safety harness himself.
Yuan Hong bent down to operate the platform.
Mu Chenxing kept asking: “What about my opponents? Intelligent Brain too?”
“Of course—alright, put on the helmet.”
Mu Chenxing grabbed the helmet and asked one last time: “How long does a round usually take?”
Yuan Hong: “Not long.”
He checked the time. “Hurry up—we’ve got tons more tests today. All your results go straight to the leadership for review. No slacking.”
“…Oh.”
Mu Chenxing donned the helmet. With a beep-beep, the scene around him shifted to rugged wilderness, and a Holo-Screen popped up in front with controls and three character icons.
One full-body figure represented him.
Two headshots were his random teammates.
He scanned their stats, then pored over supplies, map info, gear, and rules before finally hitting start—
…
“Blue Team victorious! Congratulations, +182 points. Proceed to next simulation stage?”
A mechanical male voice announced it, with “Exit” and “Continue” buttons onscreen.
Mu Chenxing tapped “Continue.”
“Very well, initiating for you—”
Ding!
“System forcibly terminated. Scores saved. See you next time.”
The Holo-Screen shut down.
Mu Chenxing blinked, removed the helmet, and saw Yuan Hong with his own Holo-Screen open, leaning over the railing to operate the device in front of him—probably what halted the system.
Peering past him, Mu Chenxing saw the big front screen displaying the map he’d just cleared, with his score.
Leaning on the railing, he asked the now-straightened Yuan Hong: “Teacher, it was my first time playing—can’t I try a few more rounds?”
This ground combat command game was awesome—not just random hero matches, but maps and gear too. Way more thrilling than the games from his old life.
“If not, could I set up my own gear in the dorm? Even a simplified version.”
Yuan Hong: “…You’re treating this like a game?”
Mu Chenxing scratched his head. “Kinda, yeah.”
Yuan Hong: “…”
“Include command projects in the open majors too,” Fu Mingyuan’s voice came from behind.
Mu Chenxing whipped around.
Fu Mingyuan and the others, who had been discussing at a distance, now stood right behind him, eyes fixed on the front screen.
“Principal Fu, isn’t opening command all at once too much? Unnecessary, right?”
“No.” A voice came from the doorway. “Open all projects at once, excluding those requiring specific physique or mental strength.”
Mu Chenxing looked with the others toward the voice—Pei Yao.
Un-disguised, Pei Yao strode in wearing his military uniform, nodded at Mu Chenxing, gaze sweeping over him.
Fu Mingyuan and the rest saluted promptly. “Admiral Pei.”
Mu Chenxing saluted too. Of course, he didn’t address him—these leaders and teachers thought he didn’t know Pei Yao.
A teacher raised doubts: “Opening to Omegas might already draw attention. All majors? Too risky?”
Pei Yao: “For Omegas, physical tests are the hardest hurdle. If those can open, why not command, logistics, and coordination majors that emphasize intellect?”
He grinned. “As far as I know, there are plenty of Omega scientists in medicine, law, and bio-research. Alliance Omegas’ IQs are no lower than Alphas’.”
The teachers: “…”
Fu Mingyuan: “Then open them all. With the Admiral here to back us, let’s move fast.”
The teachers hesitated, glancing at Pei Yao.
But Pei Yao ignored them, eyeing the screen. “Whose score is this? This little Omega’s?”
Yuan Hong, who knew someone had disguised himself for testing days ago: “…Yes.”
Pei Yao grinned at Mu Chenxing, feigning innocence. “Kid, what year are you? When did you start learning coordinated combat?”
“Reporting, sir—freshman.” Mu Chenxing played along, tilting his head thoughtfully. “Hmm, coordinated combat? Probably started around twelve or thirteen.”
Pei Yao froze. The other teachers froze too.
Pei Yao: “You really started at twelve or thirteen? Where’d you learn?”
“Games.” Mu Chenxing named a few currently popular ones, all tactical competitive types like those from his past life. “These are similar—play enough and you figure out the synergies.”
Gotta thank my old dormmates who dragged me into games, or I’d be stuck now.
Pei Yao: “…”
The teachers: “…”
Pei Yao rubbed his forehead. “I actually thought you’d trained for it.”
He explained patiently, “Games let you allocate skills and tweak stats by map—everyone plays them. But you, newbie round, under an hour total, chaining four difficulties, winning every one? That’s not just gaming. It demands serious computation and coordination.”
Mu Chenxing: “…Oh.”
Ground tactical command test done, Pei Yao and the others probably had business elsewhere and left.
Yuan Hong gave him a few looks, then took him to grind more tests.
Skipping lots of physical and combat command ones, Yuan Hong had him do racing, zero-G, floating comps…
Three straight hours, until Mu Chenxing literally hurled.
Yuan Hong pulled out an injector from somewhere, ruthlessly: “Zero-G floating is basic for Border forces. Your physique’s still too weak—winter break, intensify this training.”
Mu Chenxing swallowed the vile anti-nausea meds, putting on a mournful face. “Teacher, isn’t winter break training for the Games? Why drill this?”
Yuan Hong: “Even if you don’t switch majors, next year the school’s opening recruitment. You and your Association will represent us in outreach. Next semester’s inter-Academy games—you’ll all be in it.”
Mu Chenxing: “…So our Association Omegas need winter break practice on this too?”
Yuan Hong: “Of course. What else would they train? They don’t need Games prep—can’t skip zero-G and floating in basics.”
Mu Chenxing: “…”
…
With a heavy heart and his weakened, just-puked body in tow, Mu Chenxing stepped into the lively Association activity room.
On this fine weekend, the little Omegas from their Association scattered across the spacious venue—some clustered together studying, others dancing, running, or practicing shooting… Even with two eyesore Alphas in the midst, the scene remained warm and cozy.
Every Omega worked hard, full of positivity, and utterly lovable!
Tong Xiao, who was hands on hips angrily instructing the two Alphas on mechanical dance moves, spotted him first. He frowned, ran over, and supported him. “What’s wrong with you?”
He shouted, “Xia Xia, grab a chair! Xingxing’ face looks off!”
Mu Chenxing immediately hugged him and pretended to sob. “Xiaoxiao, you’re the only one who truly cares about me!”
Xia Weizhen ran over with a chair and made him sit down. The other Omegas, hearing the commotion, surrounded him completely.
“What’s going on?”
“Weren’t you off playing at the Command College?”
“Why does your face look so awful?”
Mu Chenxing grabbed one Omega in each hand, his eyes brimming with fake tears. “Are we good friends? Am I your favorite Omega?! If I get bullied, would you care?”
The Omegas nodded vigorously.
“Of course.”
“Xingxing, you’re the best!”
“Xingxing, what happened?”
“Did an Alpha bully you?”
Mu Chenxing pretended to wipe away nonexistent tears. “Didn’t I make the finals in all four events for the sports meet? Principal Fu and the others think I have championship potential, so they want me to stay for winter break training… During winter break, training with 49 other Alphas! Eating and living together!”
The Omegas gasped.
Tong Xiao glared over the crowd at the two Alphas who’d stopped to watch the drama. “Shen, Wei—you two. Is what Xingxing said true?”
Shen Mingtao: “…”
Wei Xufeng: “…Cough Yeah, it’s true. We got the notice yesterday. I thought he wouldn’t have to.”
The Omegas:
“Oh my god! One Omega with a bunch of Alphas!”
“Oh my god, what if something happens?”
“No way, no way—the school teachers wouldn’t arrange that, right?”
“But he’s the only Omega in the top fifty. The school won’t make an exception for him, will they?”
Seeing the momentum building, Mu Chenxing channeled Xia Weizhen’s earlier performance, lowered his head, covered his face, and whimpered pitifully. “Forget it. I’m the only Omega—what’s the point of me training? If an Alpha bullies me, I won’t survive it. I can’t let down you guys, my good friends. I can’t bear to leave you all, wuwuwu~”
The other Omegas panicked, some pulling out tissues, others wiping his tears, patting his back, holding his hands—total chaos.
But through his fingers, Mu Chenxing noticed Tong Xiao eyeing him suspiciously.
He quickly lunged into a hug, sobbing dramatically. “Xiaoxiao, I’ll miss you the most!! Sure, the top three spots come with at least a thousand Alliance Coins in prize money, but that’s not much—just enough for two or three months of meals. Don’t worry about it, wuwuwu. The real issue is, I’d be living alone in the Alpha dorms—so dangerous, so scary—I’ve been traumatized just a few months ago, wuwuwu—”
“I heard about that—the police even showed up, right?”
“Poor Xingxing.”
“I think Xingxing has a real shot at top three. This… sigh.”
“Yeah, Xingxing has only been training for two months and he’s been improving steadily. Such a shame.”
Tong Xiao gritted his teeth. “The prize money’s practically in your pocket—how can you give up now?!”
Mu Chenxing kept up the fake crying. “But I’m scared, wuwuwu~~”
The Omegas rushed to comfort him.
Tong Xiao frowned in thought for a moment, then interrupted the crowd. He patted the head buried against his chest and abdomen. “How long’s the training? When does it start?”
Mu Chenxing mumbled into him, still whimpering. “Two weeks, right after finals.”
Tong Xiao gritted his teeth. “Just two weeks—I remember the school allows applications to stay on campus. I’ll stay and keep you company!”
“Yeah, just two weeks. I’ll stay too!”
“Me too! My place is close anyway.”
“My parents are swamped like dogs. Doesn’t matter if I go back or not—I’m staying!”
Mu Chenxing: Nailed it.
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Pfff i cannot this is too funny ihdehiudh
Lynx ya for the chappiieee~