What kind of man do you think you are?

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Is this even a real question?
Why not just ask what Dean Yu's wife's name is while you're at it!
What student cares when their teacher's birthday is? And besides, Qiao Yusen isn't even their teacher—except for those hopelessly infatuated girls blinded by his looks, who would bother to research Qiao Yusen’s birthday?
Among this group of people here for the exam, would you find such a fangirl?
Even if, against all odds, someone did look it up, there’s no guarantee they could find it, right?
So this question was clearly designed just to break the game, wasn’t it?
Everyone instinctively glanced at Qiao Yusen at the judges’ table. He wore a forced smile that didn’t reach his eyes, his handsome face dark with fury—clearly resentful about being used for the question, but powerless to object.
The teams waiting their turn shot schadenfreude-filled grins at Team Three, who had just managed to get the right to answer.
Serves you right for being so smug! That’s karma for you!
As the ten seconds ticked by, Xiao Gao even made a face at the Team Three members who had just been winking at them.
“Heh heh, looks like luck is really part of skill. Some people’s luck, oh boy!”
Team Three glared at Xiao Gao.
“What’s so funny! It’s not like you could answer either.”
“But we don’t have the answering rights, do we~”
Xiao Gao and Wu Jie replied in unison, nearly making Team Three explode with frustration.
The ten seconds ended. Facing the three teams who looked at each other but gave no answer, the examiner shook his head regretfully.
“Time’s up. Now the remaining five teams can buzz in.”
But with a question like this, could anyone really answer?
Xiao Gao glanced at Wu Jie, as if asking if it even made sense for them to buzz in on such a question.
Wu Jie shook his head.
“Ding!”
Just then, the buzzer suddenly sounded. Everyone turned in surprise, and saw Team Four’s buzzer had lit up.
What was going on?
Wu Jie and Xiao Gao exchanged bewildered looks, then turned to see Mo Xiaoxin’s face bright red.
“Xiaoxin, we—”
Wu Jie started to say there was no point buzzing in, since nobody knew the answer.
“November 12th, Scorpio.”
Mo Xiaoxin answered fluently and without hesitation.
The examiner’s face brightened, and he waved happily at Mo Xiaoxin.

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“Excellent, correct answer. One point to Team Four.”
Mo Xiaoxin barely had time to be pleased before she found herself facing her teammates’ inquisitive expressions. She quickly waved her hands, blushing.
“I… I just happened to…”
“Sigh…”
Wu Jie sighed, patting Mo Xiaoxin’s shoulder.
“No need to explain. The number one fangirl of South University—that’s you, without a doubt.”
The number one fangirl of South University…
It didn’t sound all that nice…
But—it was South University!
So was that praise, or an insult in disguise?
The buzzer round ended. Team One led with a decisive three-point advantage, while Team Four, without priority, had managed to snag a point, making things suddenly tense.
“Tch, what’s so great about answering that question? Lucked out by having a fangirl on your team, that’s all!”
A Team Three member was the first to sneer.
“You…!”
Mo Xiaoxin’s face flushed crimson.
Her teammates calling her “South University’s number one fangirl” was just a joke, but from others, it was blatant contempt. She admitted that she’d looked up Qiao Yusen’s personal info out of… infatuation, but she hadn’t done anything wrong. Why should remembering a teacher’s birthday be used to insult her?
Mo Xiaoxin was at a loss for words to refute them.
At that moment, another hand landed on her shoulder.
“Luck is a part of skill too.”
Chen Ruowen, who hadn’t spoken since the start of the contest, suddenly stepped forward, looking up at the boy who’d mocked Mo Xiaoxin, her expression unreadable.
“The question was set by the judges. If you’re not satisfied, go complain to the teachers.”
“Exactly! If you can’t answer, don’t take it out on Xiaoxin. Shows your lack of character!”
Wu Jie stepped forward too, standing in front of Mo Xiaoxin.
“Only bullies girls—what kind of man is that!”
“Ah, I know this song!”
Xiao Gao suddenly jumped in, cleared his throat, and sang to the Team Three member with exaggerated emotion:
“What kind of man are you, what kind of man are you, watching us score points and pretending not to care, how naive you are, and you bully little girls…”
“Hahahaha!”
The arena erupted with laughter.
The examiner shook his head helplessly, but showed a gentle smile to Teacher Ding beside him.

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“How wonderful it is to be young.”
The two exchanged smiles.
“Enough!”
Seeing the situation getting out of hand, Team Three’s captain finally stepped forward, glaring at the boy who’d started the taunting and rebuking him indirectly.
“Do you want us to embarrass ourselves even more? So what if someone lucked out and got one extra point? Is it really worth fighting over? A team that’s always lagging behind us in outdoor training—is it even worth all this effort? How far can someone get relying only on luck? Once the main competition starts, they’ll go back to where they came from!”
That was going too far—an open challenge and slap in the face!
Everyone on Team Four’s side looked grim. Wu Jie, their captain, stared at Team Three’s captain for a moment, then suddenly let out a cold laugh. With his back to his teammates, he asked in a deep voice,
“Guys, someone’s looking down on us. What should we do?”
Xiao Gao and another gamer were the quickest to respond, nearly shouting,
“Crush them!”
“Right! Crush them!”
The rest quickly caught on, echoing Xiao Gao’s words.
Wu Jie turned around, looking at his teammates, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit.
“I said before, we should try our best to get first place. That was just something we should strive for. Now, we have a goal we absolutely must accomplish—a mission we must fulfill—”
He stretched out his hand, pointing at the fiercely competitive Team Three behind him, and shouted at the top of his lungs,
“—Take down Team Three!”
Team Four’s members straightened, responding just as loudly,
“Take down Team Three!”
Chen Ruowen couldn’t help but smile. From a tactical standpoint, Wu Jie’s leadership was impulsive and irrational, but… she admired that very irrationality.
If people spent their whole lives worrying about every consequence, that would be exhausting.
Watching the sudden flare-up of rivalry in the arena, the scoring assistant wiped his forehead.
“Professor Yao, things are getting heated down there—should we step in?”
“Step in? Why?”
The examiner watched the unspoken battle of wills below, a satisfied smile on his face.
“These days, kids bury their heads in books so much they’ve lost all spirit!”
“Daring to fight, daring to risk everything, heedless of consequence—that’s what youth is all about…”