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

Chen Mo is clearly being questioned by millions of people online.

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He walked ahead of her, drinking coffee and joking, as if nothing had happened.

Su Wanci quickened her pace and walked to his side, standing shoulder to shoulder with him.

"Chen Mo."

"Um."

"Were you sincere about what you just said?"

"Which ones?"

"It's basically 'You earn your traffic, I'll drink my coffee'—you really don't care?"

Chen Mo thought for a moment.

"I care. I care whether my coffee has gotten cold."

Su Wanci stared at him for several seconds.

Then she laughed, her eyes curving into crescents and her dimples sinking deep into her mouth.

She suddenly realized that she no longer needed to ask him, "Who is the goddess of the Luo River in your heart?"

Because the answer is already obvious—not because of what he wrote.

It wasn't because of what he said, but because he was walking next to her, drinking an iced Americano.

Speaking the most earnest words in the most irritating tone.

Her heart was pounding so fast it felt like someone had put a hundred rabbits in her chest.

Chen Mo's response video garnered over 50 million views in less than half an hour.

In the comments section, laughter and curses mingled together, like a pot of dumplings boiling over.

"Hahaha, 'My mom is the financial backer of me'—that's hilarious, I could laugh at that line for a year."

Liu Zhiyuan: I prepared this copy for half a month, and this is what you show me?

"How come I used to think he was arrogant, but now I find him cute?"

"What's so cute about him? He's just guilty! True gold fears no fire. If he were truly capable, why doesn't he answer Teacher Liu's question directly?"

"Upstairs, they already answered—'You're absolutely right, I do have a team, and that team consists of my left hand, right hand, and brain.' Isn't that a positive answer enough?"

"This is what you call being straightforward? This is called being a scoundrel!"

"How can you expect him to face you directly? Do you want him to pry open his skull for you to see?"

The two groups were arguing fiercely.

Liu Zhiyuan wasn't idle either; less than an hour after the video was posted...

He then posted a new video titled "Chen Mo's response precisely proves my point of view."

In the video, he was wearing a dark blue shirt and looked as serious as if he were reading an obituary.

"Everyone, did you see that? What was Chen Mo's response like? He made jokes, he avoided the main point, and he joked about 'my mom.'"

"Would a truly innocent person respond like this? No, they would provide evidence and directly address the questions. But Chen Mo didn't. Why? Because he couldn't."

In the comments section of this video, some people support it, some oppose it, and some have already started to get tired of it.

"Are you ever going to stop? It's always 'Chen Mo, Chen Mo,' isn't it annoying?"

"Exactly, whether it's true or not, is it really necessary to treat an 18-year-old kid like this so cruelly?"

"Teacher Liu, you should take a break. You've posted more videos in the last two weeks than you have in the past year."

But what truly caused the entire public opinion field to completely shift was...

It was neither Chen Mo's response nor Liu Zhiyuan's counterattack.

Instead, it was a video from the official account of Jiangcheng No.1 Middle School.

The video was posted at 8 PM.

There was no prior announcement, no pre-launch hype.

It just quietly appeared on Douyin, Weibo, and Bilibili.

It was released simultaneously on all official accounts across all platforms at the same time.

The video begins with the school emblem of Jiangcheng No.1 Middle School.

A golden shield with a red ribbon, bearing the four characters "厚德博学" (meaning "profound virtue and extensive learning").

The scene then cuts to the principal's office.

Principal Wang sat behind his desk, wearing a white shirt with the top button fastened.

A deep red wooden box sat in front of him.

The box was open, and inside lay a stack of neatly folded A4 papers.

He reached out and took the papers out of the box.

He unfolded the paper and laid it on the table.

The camera zooms in.

The words appeared on the screen—

Yuzhang, the old prefecture, Hongdu, the new capital.

The stars are divided into Wing and Chariot, and the land connects to Heng and Lu.

It embraces the three rivers and girdles the five lakes, controlling the barbarian lands of Jing and leading to the lands of Ou and Yue...

Principal Wang looked up at the camera.

His eyes were red.

He took a deep breath and spoke, his voice a little hoarse, but he emphasized every word.

"I am the principal of Jiangcheng No.1 Middle School. My surname is Wang. This video was released at my personal request. I did not consult with anyone or go through any department's approval because there are some things I have been holding back for too long, and I can't wait any longer."

He paused for a moment, then gently pressed his finger on the paper covered with writing.

"The paper you see here is the original copy of Chen Mo's college entrance examination essay, 'Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng,' written by his own hand."

"The only original copy of a perfect score essay in the national college entrance examination is now on my desk."

"I can assure you with my thirty years of teaching experience, my integrity, and everything I have that this article was written by Chen Mo during the college entrance examination, and it was rewritten in front of me in the conference room of our school. No so-called 'team' was involved."

His voice began to tremble, not from nervousness, but from anger.

An anger that had been suppressed for a long time and finally found an outlet.

"These days, I've been reading the comments online. Some people say Chen Mo is fake, some say his articles are ghostwritten, and some say he has a team behind him promoting him."

"Every time I see these comments, I find them ridiculous, then pathetic, and then infuriating."

He tapped his finger lightly on the paper.

"You're saying this article was written by a team?"

"Okay, then let me ask you—which team? Which team could write an article like this?"

"Go and find the world's top literary teams and have them write a 'Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng' for me to see."

"No one in this world, except Chen Mo, can write this article. It's not because he's a genius, but because the article is already right here. Its existence is the evidence."

He paused for a moment, then his voice suddenly lowered, so low it sounded like he was talking to himself.

"There's something Chen Mo said that left a deep impression on me."

He said, "A group of mediocre people spend hours, days, or even months arguing about a topic that has nothing to do with them."

"When I heard that, I thought he was too arrogant, but now I understand—he wasn't arrogant, he was just telling the truth."

"Because mediocre people can never understand the world of geniuses. If they can't understand it, they say it's fake; if they can't reach it, they say it's a lie. This is not questioning, it's self-comfort."

"Because only in this way can they convince themselves—it's not that I'm incapable, it's that the world is unfair."

He looked up at the camera, his eyes filled with the heartache and disappointment of an old teacher.

High-energy chapter 51: The original copy of the Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng has appeared! Proof from Chen Mo's alma mater! Updated! Read now: