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You only wrote 7 characters in Chapter 3 of your essay?

Points were deducted for objective questions?

Points were deducted for subjective questions?

Did you lose points on your essay?

Only two points were deducted in the Chinese section of the college entrance examination?

"classmate."

The female reporter carefully considered her words, trying to make her tone sound less like a question.

"148 points is a very, very high score. What do you usually get on mock Chinese tests?"

Chen Mo glanced at her.

He could tell she didn't believe him.

The cameraman behind her didn't believe it.

The whispering parents around them didn't believe it either.

He said 148, which is already a low estimate.

Forget it.

He didn't intend to explain.

"More or less," he said ambiguously, then nodded slightly. "I'll be going now, thank you."

He bypassed the reporter's microphone, walked down the steps, and squeezed through the gaps in the crowd.

The crowd automatically made way for him—not out of respect, but because everyone wanted to see what this "bragging" candidate looked like.

As he walked past the mother in the cheongsam, she was still recording a video, and the camera followed him as it turned to a different angle.

She muttered to herself, "The first one to leave the exam room, saying he could score 148, do you guys think it's true or just bragging? Let me know in the comments!"

She posted the video on Douyin.

The headline reads: "#CollegeEntranceExam# The first student to leave the exam hall claimed to have scored 148 in Chinese. Do you believe it?"

Thirty minutes later, the video had been viewed over 500,000 times.

The comments with the most likes in the comments section are—

"Don't believe him! I got 112 in Chinese on the college entrance exam, which is considered high in my class."

"148? There are only a handful of people in the whole province who can get 148. If he can get 148, I'll eat my keyboard."

"The first person to leave the exam room is usually a poor student; they come out before they've finished the questions."

"Hilarious, trying to show off in front of reporters."

Someone else said something fair: "What if he really did get 148?"

The comment received over twenty replies, all of which were "Impossible," "You're overthinking it," and "Do you believe it?"

Chen Mo knew nothing about any of this.

He was just walking along the road, thinking about what to eat for lunch.

When Chen Mo pushed open the door, the house was empty.

The original owner's parents lived in another city.

They call it because the child has grown up and needs to be independent.

Then a plane ticket flew off into the distance.

To put it simply, the parents went on their honeymoon, leaving the original owner alone at home.

So now he lives alone.

He placed his exam materials on the table.

Then he sat on the sofa and took out his phone.

The class group chat has exploded.

The number of messages is "99+".

It hasn't stopped since the exam ended.

Chen Mo leaned back on the sofa.

Slowly scroll upwards.

The first few messages were posted by people who had finished their exams.

"Finally, the exams are over!!! Chinese exam was the death of me!!!"

"What's the correct answer to the second question in the modern Chinese reading comprehension section? C or D?"

I choose C.

"I chose D... Oh no."

Then the topic quickly shifted to essays.

This is the part that everyone cares about most.

"What did you write in your essays?"

"I wrote about Huangshan, having only been there once, and managed to put together 900 words."

"When I wrote about the Yangtze River, I couldn't continue after writing 800 words, so I forced out two parallel sentences."

"You guys can still manage, but I still have 400 words left to write in the last 20 minutes, and my hands are shaking."

"Time is too tight! I only have forty minutes left after finishing the previous questions. How can I possibly finish writing eight hundred words?"

"Yes, the reading section was too time-consuming; I almost forgot to fill in the answer sheet."

An ID named "Li Hao" posted: "I wrote 300 words in the last ten minutes, and my hands don't feel like my own anymore."

Below is a sea of "Same feeling", "+1", "Me too".

Then the topic somehow took a turn and turned to Chen Mo.

"By the way, how's Chen Mo? How did his exam go?"

"Chen Mo... he never finished writing the essay in his mock exams, did he?"

"Don't even mention finishing it. Last time, he only wrote a title and two hundred words for his monthly exam essay before handing it in."

"Hahahaha, yes, I remember, my Chinese teacher even read his title aloud and said, 'The title is good, but it's just an empty shell.'"

"I wonder how it will go this time."

Someone tagged him.

"@ChenMoshuGe, have you written your essay yet?"

Chen Mo looked at the message and his lips twitched slightly.

The previous Chen Mo—that is, the original owner of this body—was indeed a poor student.

Not the kind of academic underachiever who doesn't study, but the kind who works very hard but just can't seem to learn well. They stay up until 2 or 3 AM every night, taking copious notes, but their grades just won't improve.

Especially in Chinese, my reading speed is slow, and my writing speed is also slow. I always get stuck on the composition section of the exam, and the bell often rings when I'm halfway through writing.

These past three days since I traveled through time.

Chen Mo flipped through the original owner's monthly exam paper and saw large blank areas on the Chinese exam paper.

The essay only had a beginning written, and the comments section said: "Pay attention to time management."

He thought for a moment, then typed a message and sent it.

"I wrote it."

After those two words were sent out.

The group was silent for about five seconds.

Then the news poured out like a floodgate opening.

"???"

"Wrote it???"

"Really? You actually finished writing it?"

"Brother Shu, are you serious? You only wrote a hundred words in your last monthly exam essay!"

"Is this enough time?"

"How did you do that?"

Chen Mo typed another line.

"Seven hundred words."

The group chat exploded.

"Seven hundred words??????"

"I've only written a little over nine hundred words, and you've written seven hundred? Did you even finish the questions earlier?"

"Brother Shu, did you give up on reading everything up to that point?"

"Over seven hundred words... Brother Shu, have you finally figured it out?"

"No, the key issue is time. Where did you find the time to write 700 words? Didn't you do the previous questions?"

Before Chen Mo could reply, a message popped up.

The speaker's name is Zhao Tianyu.

The profile picture is a half-body shot of him standing next to a black Mercedes-Benz. He has a neat hairstyle, his shirt collar is slightly open, and his face has a carefully designed nonchalance.

His name in the notes indicates that he is the class's sports representative.

My family owns a company, so we usually have a little money.

In the class group chat, he was the kind of person who could get a lot of people to support him with just a few words.

Zhao Tianyu: "Hilarious! You dare to say 700 words?"

"I wrote over nine hundred words and still felt it wasn't enough. Seven hundred words, minus the title and punctuation, and the body text is barely six hundred? Can this kind of essay even pass? No wonder you're a terrible student."

Several supportive comments immediately followed.

"Brother Tianyu is right, seven hundred words is indeed a bit short."

"I panicked a lot even after writing 850 words."

"I'm a terrible student, it's good enough if I can even reach the word count."

But most people remained silent.

The atmosphere in the group subtly changed—Zhao Tianyu's words were indeed not very pleasant to hear.

But that's how he usually talks.

Given that his family was wealthy and he had good grades, most people were used to tolerating him.

Chen Mo looked at Zhao Tianyu's message.

His facial expression didn't change much.

He knew why Zhao Tianyu was targeting him.

It wasn't because of grades.