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Su Wanci's eyes welled up with tears.

It wasn't because she was sad, but because she suddenly felt very lucky.

I'm so lucky to have grown up with this person, so lucky to have sat next to him, so lucky to have witnessed this moment.

Principal Liu finally came to his senses.

His mouth was still open, but a voice squeezed out from it, hoarse and trembling, as if he were talking in his sleep.

"750 points?"

He repeated the three words, his voice so soft it was as if he were confirming something impossible.

A perfect score on the college entrance exam?

Principal Wang remained silent.

He simply put his phone on the table, turned around, looked at Principal Liu, Principal Zhou, Principal Chen, and everyone in the conference room.

"right,"

His voice was a little hoarse, but every word was heavy, as if he were carving words on a stone tablet.

"750 points, perfect score in all subjects, the first perfect score in the history of the National College Entrance Examination."

Principal Zhou's teacup finally slipped from his hand.

This time it really slipped; the cup rolled to the ground and shattered into pieces, spilling tea all over the floor.

He didn't look down.

He simply looked at Chen Mo, at the boy sitting there with an expression as calm as if nothing had happened.

"The first in history?"

His voice was ethereal, as if he were asking Principal Wang, or perhaps asking himself.

"The National College Entrance Examination (Gaokao) has been reinstated for over forty years, and there has never been a perfect score..."

"Never," Principal Wang said, "until today."

Principal Chen's voice was dry and hoarse, like sandpaper. "You called us here just to see this?"

Principal Wang looked at him and smiled.

That smile contained smugness, pride, and a sense of relief that had been building up for a long time.

"right,"

He said, "It's just to show you that one of our school's students scored 750 points."

When he said "our school," he emphasized the words heavily, as if he were asserting some kind of sovereignty.

The meeting room remained quiet for a long time.

Then Principal Liu was the first to stand up, walk up to Chen Mo, and extend his hand.

"Chen Mo, "

His voice was still trembling, but his hands were steady.

"Congratulations! You are the pride of our entire province."

Chen Mo stood up and shook his hand: "Thank you, Principal Liu."

Principal Zhou also stood up.

Then it was Principal Chen, and then the director from the Education Bureau.

One person, two people, three people—they came over one by one, shook hands with Chen Mo, congratulated him, and said, "You are the first in history."

Everyone's voice was trembling.

Everyone's hands were trembling.

Su Wanci stood to the side, watching this scene unfold.

She saw those usually dignified principals who spoke on the podium.

At this moment, they look like people who have been shocked by something.

They surrounded Chen Mo, saying things she thought she only heard on television.

She suddenly remembered what her mother had said on the phone—"They helped you so much, you have to remember that."

She remembered it.

She will always remember.

Principal Wang was the last to walk over.

He didn't reach out, but instead patted Chen Mo's shoulder once, twice, and three times.

Each blow was heavy, as if something was pressing down on his shoulders.

"Chen Mo,"

His voice was so hoarse it was almost inaudible, but his eyes shone with an astonishing light. "Our alma mater is proud of you."

Chen Mo looked at him and nodded.

Outside the window, the sun is shining brightly.

The cicadas in the sycamore trees chirped even more merrily, as if they were providing the most rousing and loudest song for this morning.

The principals were still standing there, looking at Chen Mo, at this boy who had made history.

They had only one thought in their minds—

The first person in the country to get a perfect score on the college entrance examination.

The first person in history.

They were right next to them.

It was right in front of them.

the other side,

Ten minutes before the score inquiry channel opens.

Zhao Tianyu was already sitting at his desk.

The computer screen was lit, and the score checking website was already open.

I entered the exam admission ticket number one by one, and then waited for the nine o'clock mark.

He even informed his father in advance.

Don't come to the study this morning; he wants to check his scores quietly.

Zhao Tianyu leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and twirled a pen in his hand.

His expression seemed relaxed, but the speed at which he twirled his pen betrayed his tension.

The pen spun like a fan between his fingers, fell twice, and he picked it up and continued spinning it.

"Six hundred and twenty," he muttered the number, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Even if it fluctuates a few points, it won't be too much of a difference."

He recalled the 620 points he had scored in the class group chat.

I recall the comments below that said "Brother Tianyu is awesome".

That scene made him feel at ease.

He glanced at his phone; someone in the class group chat was already yelling.

"Five minutes left!"

"I'm so nervous!"

My hands are shaking!

Zhao Tianyu did not speak in the group.

He is the kind of person who keeps silent at crucial moments.

He remained silent, which made him appear composed.

Once the scores are released, a casual remark like "I performed as expected" carries more weight than anything else.

He thought of Chen Mo again.

Chen Mo, the one who answered a bunch of calls from the admissions office in the mall.

Tsinghua University, Peking University, and Zhejiang University.

One by one.

It looked like they had rehearsed it.

Zhao Tianyu was indeed stunned at the time.

Principal Wang has already called, what else can he say?

He ran away, like a stray dog.

But after he ran away, the more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt.

"Did Tsinghua University's admissions office call Chen Mo?"

He lay in bed, tossing and turning, thinking.

"Chen Mo? The Chen Mo who scored over 400 on the monthly exam?"

He recalled how Chen Mo usually behaved during exams.

I can never finish writing Chinese compositions, and I always leave the last two math problems blank.

I can never answer the experimental design questions in the science section correctly.

Would Tsinghua University's admissions office be scrambling to hire someone like that?

He rolled over and pulled the blanket over his head.

"It's fake. It's definitely fake."

He gave himself a hundred reasons.

Principal Wang's phone call might be fake.

AI can now mimic human voices, so what can't it fake?

Those people might also have been hired.

Chen Mo's family wasn't well-off, but he was willing to spend some money to show off.

Anyway, it can't be true.

A person who scored over 400 points on a test.

Suddenly, the Gaokao (National College Entrance Examination) has turned students into top students that Tsinghua and Peking Universities are vying for?

This kind of plot only appears in novels.

Zhao Tianyu became more and more certain the more he thought about it.

He even regretted running away from the mall.

He should have been exposed on the spot.

But it's okay, the scores are out today, and everything will come to light.

When the time comes, without him saying a word, everyone will know that Chen Mo is a liar.

Nine o'clock sharp.

Zhao Tianyu took a deep breath and clicked the "Search" button.

The page loaded in about two seconds.

The page has been refreshed.

His gaze fell directly on the total score column, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

580.

It's not 620.

It is 580.

Zhao Tianyu's brain felt like it had been hit hard by something, buzzing loudly.

He thought he was seeing things, so he closed his eyes, then opened them again, and it was still 580.

He refreshed the page once, then again—three times, five times, ten times.

Every time I refresh the page, it shows the same number: 580.

His hands began to tremble.

"impossible."

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