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The other principals glanced at Chen Mo.

Of course they knew who Chen Mo was.

These days, the entire education circle is talking about this name.

But they didn't know why Principal Wang had called them here today.

"Old Wang,"

Principal Liu of No. 2 Middle School was the first to speak, his tone tinged with impatience.

"What exactly did you call us here for? You were being so mysterious on the phone, saying something like 'I have something to show you'—what can't you say over the phone?"

"that is."

Principal Zhou of the Experimental Middle School echoed this sentiment.

"I have a meeting to attend."

Principal Wang picked up his teacup and took a sip.

He slowly and gracefully put down the teacup, his movements as elegant as if he were performing a tea ceremony.

"Don't rush,"

He said, "I called you all here today so you could witness something together."

"What is it?"

Principal Wang did not answer.

He turned to Chen Mo, his smile fading slightly.

His expression turned more serious.

"Chen Mo, today is the day the college entrance exam results are released. Shall we check them now?"

Chen Mo nodded.

Principal Wang pushed a laptop in front of Chen Mo; the screen had already opened the results inquiry system.

He glanced at Chen Mo.

She glanced at Su Wanci again.

Then I stood up and walked to the computer.

I turned the screen around so everyone could see it.

The other principals finally turned their attention to this.

They put down their teacups and leaned forward slightly, but their expressions remained indifferent.

It's just checking scores, why call so many people over?

Chen Mo tapped a few times on the keyboard.

Admission ticket number.

Name.

Captcha.

Then he pressed the Enter key.

The progress bar on the screen spun twice.

Then the page popped up.

Everyone's eyes were glued to the screen.

But there was no score on the screen.

Only one line of text—

"Dear candidate, your score has been blocked. Please pay attention to subsequent announcements from the Provincial Education Examination Authority."

The meeting room fell silent for a second.

Then Principal Liu of No. 2 Middle School smiled.

There was a sense of understanding in that smile, like "I see."

Results are hidden.

The treatment of the top fifty in the province.

Although rare, it's not like I've never seen one before.

He has been the principal for so many years.

I've also had a few students whose accounts were blocked.

"First fifty,"

Principal Liu nodded, his tone as calm as if he were giving a weather forecast.

"Excellent, congratulations!"

Principal Zhou of the Experimental Middle School also smiled.

He picked up his teacup, took a sip, and his expression changed from curiosity to dismissive indifference.

"Old Wang, you called us all here just to see this? It's only the top fifty, is it really worth it?"

Principal Chen of No. 3 Middle School didn't say anything, but his expression was similar to Principal Zhou's.

The top 50 is indeed quite good.

But it's not necessary to call in the principals of several schools to watch.

Su Wanci sat next to Chen Mo, looking at the line of text on the screen.

I felt it was normal, though.

It would be abnormal if someone who is sought after by Tsinghua and Peking Universities wasn't even in the top 50.

The top 50 was expected, nothing to be surprised about.

She turned and glanced at Chen Mo.

His expression didn't change much; he just stared at the line of text on the screen, as if waiting for something.

Principal Wang was also looking at the screen, but he didn't move.

He's still waiting.

After the congratulatory voices finished, after the "that's it?" expressions disappeared, and after the meeting room quieted down again.

Then he reached out and pressed down, signaling everyone not to rush.

"Don't rush,"

He said the voice wasn't loud, but it was very steady.

"It's not over yet."

The principals exchanged puzzled glances.

Not over yet?

The scores have all been hidden, so what else is there?

Principal Wang calmly took out his phone from his pocket, scrolled to a contact in his address book, and pressed the key.

Then he pressed the speakerphone button.

beep - beep - beep -

The phone rang three times, then I answered it.

"Feed? Principal Wang?"

A middle-aged man's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Section Chief Zhang, it's me."

Principal Wang's voice suddenly became polite, with a hint of eagerness in it.

"I'd like to ask if you could help me check Chen Mo's college entrance exam scores?"

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

Then Section Chief Zhang sighed.

The sigh echoed throughout the conference room via speakerphone.

All heard clearly.

It was a sigh tinged with helplessness.

"Principal Wang, you've called several times already. I've told you before, the grades that need to be masked need to reach—"

"I know, I know,"

Principal Wang interrupted him.

His voice carried a shameless laugh.

"But this isn't a special case, so please just check for me, just once. Several of my people are waiting."

There was another two seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.

Then came the sound of keyboard typing, mouse clicking, and Section Chief Zhang's long sigh, which carried a sense of giving up.

"Okay, okay, I'll check for you."

The meeting room was so quiet it was as if the pause button had been pressed.

Everyone's breathing became lighter, so light that it was almost inaudible.

Principal Liu's teacup was suspended in mid-air; he forgot to put it down.

Principal Zhou unconsciously leaned forward ten centimeters.

Principal Chen took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger.

But his eyes were constantly looking towards the screen.

Su Wanci unconsciously gripped the hem of her skirt, her knuckles turning white.

Chen Mo sat there, a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

The sound of keyboard typing came from the other end of the phone.

Once, twice, three times.

Each blow felt like a blow to the heart of everyone in the conference room.

Then Section Chief Zhang spoke up.

"Found it."

"How many?"

Principal Wang's voice was as tight as a string stretched to its limit.

"750 points."

Three words.

It came out clearly from the speakerphone.

Not a single word was blurred, not a single word was omitted.

The air in the conference room felt as if it had been sucked out.

Principal Liu's teacup slipped from his hand.

The cup landed on the table with a dull thud, splashing tea and leaving a dark stain on the surface.

He didn't wipe it.

He didn't even notice.

He just stared at the phone in Principal Wang's hand, his mouth agape, like a fish stranded on a beach.

Principal Zhou's previously dismissive expression froze on his face.

Her lips were slightly parted, her eyes were wide open, and the light from the phone screen was reflected in her pupils.

Su Wanci loosened her grip on the hem of her skirt.

It's not because I'm not nervous anymore.

It was because her fingers had lost their strength.

When those three words came out of the phone.

She felt like her brain had been reset.

All thoughts ceased to function at that moment.

Then restart, then stop again.

750 points.

Full marks.

She turned to look at Chen Mo.

He sat there, his profile illuminated by the sunlight streaming through the window, his features as clear as a pencil sketch.

His expression remained calm.

But Su Wanci saw it.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

First in the country.

Full marks.

750 points.

The first perfect score in the history of the National College Entrance Examination.

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