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

A vast collection of urban fiction works to satisfy your reading preferences.

"Even those who are just observing the proceedings should sit in the front row!"

Without allowing them to explain further, Principal Wang led them into the building.

The principal's office on the third floor of the administration building remains unchanged, with a desk, bookshelves, sofa, coffee table, and a banner on the wall that reads "Students are all over the world."

Principal Wang poured them tea.

This is this year's new Longjing tea; the tea soup is clear and the aroma is enticing.

Chen Mo picked up his cup and took a sip, and Su Wanci also took a sip.

"Chen Mo,"

Principal Wang leaned back on the sofa, crossed his legs, and looked as relaxed as if he were chatting with an old friend.

"When you go on stage in a bit, you don't need to prepare anything. Just say whatever you want. Even if you go up and say 'anything goes,' they'll love to hear it."

Chen Mo put down his teacup.

"Principal, aren't you afraid I'll mess this up?"

Principal Wang laughed heartily.

"You messed up? Did you mess up when you were writing 'Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River'? Did you mess up during your college entrance exam? Did you mess up when you were arguing with people on Douyin?"

He waved his hand, "You're the kind of person who can't mess things up."

Chen Mo smiled but didn't reply.

They sat in the office for about half an hour, drank three cups of tea, and chatted about various things.

At 10:20, a staff member came to inform us.

The auditorium was full, and the live broadcast equipment was ready.

You can enter now.

The official Douyin account of Jiangcheng No.1 Middle School started a live broadcast at 10:00 AM.

The live stream title consisted of only one line: "Outstanding graduate Chen Mo returns to school to give a speech."

The moment the broadcast started, the number of viewers in the live stream skyrocketed.

One hundred, one thousand, ten thousand, fifty thousand—within five minutes of the broadcast, the number of online viewers exceeded one hundred thousand.

The comments were scrolling by so fast that it was impossible to read what each one was saying.

All I could see were those frequently occurring words flashing wildly in front of my eyes.

"Chen Mo."

"Silent God".

"Here it comes, here it comes."

"Front row."

"Looking forward to a live performance of 'Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River'."

The teacher in charge of the live broadcast, surnamed Liu, teaches information technology and was temporarily pulled in to act as the broadcast director.

He had never operated the school's official account before, and frantically adjusted the camera, pointing it at the podium in the lecture hall.

The stage was empty, with only a table and a chair, and a bottle of water and a microphone on the table.

"Why isn't Chen Mo on the field yet?!"

The comments section was filled with roars.

"Where's Mo Shen? I want to see Mo Shen!"

"Hasn't he arrived yet?"

"They're here! I just saw someone come in through the door!"

The camera panned and focused on the entrance to the lecture hall.

Chen Mo and Su Wanci walked in from the doorway, side by side, at a moderate pace.

Chen Mo was wearing a white T-shirt and dark blue jeans, while Su Wanci was wearing a white shirt and a canvas skirt.

The two people walking together looked like a photograph carefully composed by someone.

The live chat exploded.

"Chen Mo!!!"

"That's Chen Mo!!!"

"When I saw the live stream from Jiangcheng No.1 Middle School, I immediately clicked in, and I didn't expect to actually see Chen Mo."

"Mo Shen is dressed so casually today, hahaha, but he looks so handsome."

"Who's that girl next to you? She's so pretty."

"Could it be the legendary 'Goddess of the Luo River'?"

"Possibly! Look at her standing next to Chen Mo, that distance isn't the distance between ordinary friends."

"I'm so jealous. I'm dying of jealousy."

"Stop speculating, they're probably just a classmate."

"A class reunion where everyone gives a speech? Who are you kidding?"

Teacher Liu, who was in charge of the live broadcast, said something quietly behind the camera.

"Chen Mo will be giving a speech, so please be patient."

His voice came through the microphone into the live broadcast room.

The live chat was flooded with comments like "Teacher, please say more," "Teacher, you're such a good person," and "Teacher, please urge Mo Shen on his behalf."

Chen Mo and Su Wanci sat down in the front row of the guest seats.

Several school leaders were sitting nearby, including the vice principal, the academic affairs director, and the grade director, as well as a middle-aged man I didn't recognize, who was supposedly from the education bureau.

When they saw Chen Mo, they all stood up to shake hands, their smiles growing brighter than the last.

Chen Mo shook hands with each person one by one, his expression calm, as if he were completing a procedure.

Su Wanci sat next to him, watching him shake hands with each of the leaders one by one, and couldn't help but smile.

"What are you laughing at?" Chen Mo asked in a low voice.

"I'm laughing at you for being like a robot," Su Wanci replied softly. "Shaking hands, nodding, saying 'hello'—everything is exactly the same."

"Because they're all pretty much the same," Chen Mo said.

Su Wanci smiled, pursed her lips, and said nothing more.

On the stage, the vice principal gave a speech first, followed by the director of academic affairs, and then the grade leaders spoke.

Everyone's speech was pretty much the same—

"Students, senior year of high school is the most important stage of your life."

"We must set lofty ideals."

"Cherish your time and study hard."

"Be filial to your parents and respect your teachers."

The students listened from below the stage; some yawned, some looked down at their phones, and some drew in their notebooks. Only a few listened attentively.

Sitting in the audience, listening to the monotonous speeches, Su Wanci couldn't help but whisper to Chen Mo, "You're not going to say the same thing later, are you?"

"What did you say?"

"It's something like 'study hard, be filial to your parents, and respect your teachers.'"

Chen Mo glanced at her.

Do you think I would say these things?

"I don't know. Sometimes you're more serious than anyone else, but when you're not serious..."

Su Wanci smiled.

"You said it yourself, I didn't."

The grade leader on the podium finally finished speaking, and a few scattered claps rang out from below the stage.

The host picked up the microphone and announced in a loud voice, "Next, please welcome Chen Mo, an outstanding graduate of our school's Class of 2024 and the top scorer in the national college entrance examination, to the stage to share his learning experience!"

The applause suddenly grew louder, not sparse, but like a tide surging from every corner of the auditorium.

Those students who were just yawning, looking at their phones, or drawing all raised their heads, sat up straight, and their eyes shone like light bulbs.

In the live stream room, the barrage of comments was flying everywhere.

"Here it comes! Here it comes! Here it comes!!!"

"Silent God enters the arena!!!"

"I've turned the volume up to the maximum, so nobody can take it from me."

"I didn't hear a single word that female teacher said; I was just waiting for the silence."

"Chen Mo, if you don't go on stage soon, I'm going to eat my phone."

Teacher Liu, who was in charge of the live broadcast, zoomed in on the camera and pointed it at the podium.

Chen Mo stood up and walked from the guest seats to the podium.

His pace was neither fast nor slow, his expression was calm, and his hands hung naturally at his sides, showing no signs of tension or excitement.

He walked up to the podium, stood behind the lectern, took the microphone down from the stand, and held it in his hand.

He glanced at the students below the stage. Hundreds of eyes were fixed on him, and hundreds of faces bore the same expression—anticipation.

He glanced at the camera in the live stream room again; the small red indicator light was on, telling him that hundreds of thousands of people were watching.

He was silent for two seconds. Then he spoke.

Hello everyone, I'm Chen Mo.

...

...

Immerse yourself in Chapter 54, "All Eyes Are On! The Silent God Takes the Stage!", please click here.