A perfect score on the college entrance exam? The Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng has astonis

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When Su Wanci received the call, she was sitting at her desk, lost in thought.

The phone rang.

Two words popped up on the screen: "Mom".

She answered the phone, but before she could even speak.

A burst of urgent sounds erupted from the receiver.

"Wanci! Didn't you say you estimated your score to be 660?"

Su Wanci was taken aback for a moment: "Yes, around 660, what's wrong?"

"What happened when Peking University's admissions office called to say they were willing to admit you?!"

Su Wanci's hand froze in mid-air.

She opened her mouth, her mind going blank for a moment.

Then those images came flooding in like a tidal wave.

In the principal's office.

The scene of the admissions officers surrounding Chen Mo.

The scene where Chen Mo turned around and asked her, "Which university do you want to go to?"

After hearing Chen Mo's question, those people's eyes suddenly turned to her.

She understood everything.

"mom,"

Her voice was very soft, as if she were saying something she was embarrassed to admit.

"It's 660 points. But... they admitted me because of someone else's situation."

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

Su Wanci could hear her mother's breathing.

It kept getting heavier and heavier.

"For their sake?"

My mother's voice changed; it became cautious, as if she was afraid of breaking something.

"Whose face?"

Su Wanci bit her lip.

"Chen Mo."

When those two words came out of her mouth.

She herself felt it was somewhat unreal.

Chen Mo, the one I grew up with.

just now.

his name.

It could change the mind of Peking University's admissions office.

What's this called?

Top-tier Tōtendai!

"Chen Mo?"

The mother's voice rose in pitch.

"Is that Chen Mo, who lives next door and we've played together since childhood?"

"Um."

"How many points did he get on the test?"

"I don't know the exact score,"

Su Wanci said.

"But Tsinghua and Peking University are both vying for him. They're the top universities in the country. This afternoon, admissions offices from more than a dozen universities came to the school specifically to see him, just to get him to choose their schools."

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

This time the quiet lasted even longer.

Su Wanci thought the signal had been cut off.

"Evening porcelain,"

Mom finally spoke.

There was something in her voice that Su Wanci couldn't quite put her finger on: "Do you know what this means?"

"I know."

"A university, in order to admit one student, even admits his friend along with him. I've lived most of my life and this is the first time I've ever heard of such a thing."

Su Wanci did not respond.

Her fingers unconsciously drew circles on the table, one circle, two circles, three circles.

"Tell Mom the truth,"

The mother's voice was low, with a hint of probing.

"What exactly is your relationship with Chen Mo?"

Su Wanci's face flushed red.

"They're friends I grew up with!"

"friend?"

My mother's voice carried a hint of amusement, as if to say, "Who are you kidding?"

"Your friend can get Peking University's admissions office to offer a buy-one-get-one-free deal? Wan Ci, do you think your mother is a three-year-old?"

Su Wanci opened her mouth, wanting to refute, but didn't know what to say.

What could she say? That they were "just friends"?

But which friend would do that for you when deciding their own future?

They turn around and ask you, "Where do you want to go?"

Which friend would stand in front of the admissions offices of more than a dozen universities?

Put your 660 points on the same scale as their academicians and national key laboratories.

She was silent.

"Alright, alright,"

The mother's voice softened, carrying a knowing quality that comes from someone who has been through it all.

"Mom won't ask anymore. I watched Chen Mo grow up; his character is impeccable. I'm at ease knowing you're with him."

"mom--"

"Alright, stop explaining. Explaining is just covering up."

Su Wanci buried her face in her arms.

Her ears were as red as boiled shrimp.

"Oh, right,"

Suddenly, Mom remembered something.

"What score did he get? That would make Peking University and Tsinghua University fight over him like that."

"I really don't know. The results haven't been released yet."

"Then tell Mom as soon as the results come out."

"knew."

"besides,"

The mother's voice became serious.

Su Wanci could picture her expression right now – her eyebrows slightly furrowed and her lips pressed into a line.

"Wanci, let me tell you the truth. That person helped you so much; you have to remember that. No matter what happens in the future, you can't forget this favor."

Su Wanci's fingers stopped on the table.

"I know," she said.

The phone hangs up.

Su Wanci placed her phone on the table.

She rested her head on her arm, staring at the circle she had unconsciously drawn on the table.

Round and round.

Like ripples on the water, they spread outward from the center, growing larger and farther with each passing moment.

The center of the circle is Chen Mo.

She closed her eyes, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

Fifteen days later.

early morning.

Chen Mo received a call from Principal Wang at eight o'clock in the morning.

The voice on the other end of the phone was as warm as the midday sun in July.

You can feel the intense heat even through the phone.

"Chen Mo, the results are out today. Please come to the school."

Chen Mo was eating breakfast at the time.

A chopstick holds a steamed bun, suspended in mid-air.

"Go to the school to check your grades? I can check them from home."

"That's different!"

Principal Wang's voice rose, carrying a sense of urgency.

"What kind of ceremony is there in researching at home? Come to school, I'll be waiting for you in my office. How can you witness such a historic event by staying home alone?"

Chen Mo took a bite of the steamed bun, chewed it twice, and asked, "Witness what history?"

There was a pause on the other end of the phone.

Then Principal Wang's voice came through again, much more steady, but beneath that steadiness was a hint of barely suppressed excitement.

You'll see when you get here.

Chen Mo did not ask any further questions.

He hung up the phone, stuffed the remaining half of the bun into his mouth, and stood up to change his clothes.

Then I sent a message to Su Wanci.

After half an hour.

When Chen Mo and Su Wanci walked into the school gate side by side, the gatekeeper's smile was brighter than the sun.

"Chen Mo is here! Come in quickly, Principal Wang has been waiting for you for quite a while!"

Su Wanci secretly glanced at Chen Mo.

He was wearing a simple white T-shirt today.

Her hair was a bit long, and it was blowing slightly in the wind.

She didn't know why she dressed up; she just felt... today was an important day.

The two went up to the third floor and walked to the principal's office. The door was open, but no one was inside.

"Over here."

Su Wanci pointed to the small conference room next door.

The door was ajar, and the voices of several people could be heard coming from inside.

When Chen Mo pushed open the door and entered, the sounds in the conference room stopped.

Then he saw it.

Principal Wang was not the only one in the meeting room.

There were three or four other faces he recognized—Principal Liu from the neighboring No. 2 Middle School, Principal Chen from No. 3 Middle School, Principal Zhou from the Experimental Middle School, and some director from the district education bureau.

Several people sat around the conference table.

Teacups were placed in front of them, and each person had a different expression on their face.

Some were curious, some were confused, and some were expressionless as they drank their tea.

Principal Wang sat in the very center, his smile as bright as the sun outside the window.

Upon seeing Chen Mo enter, he immediately stood up, greeting him with the same enthusiasm one would show to a VIP.

"Chen Mo is here! Come, come, sit here."

He pointed to the seat next to him.

That was originally reserved for VIPs.

Chen Mo walked over and sat down.

Su Wanci naturally sat down next to him.