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The commotion in the lecture hall finally subsided.

Hundreds of eyes were still fixed on Chen Mo.

But the expectations have changed.

The question shifted from "Who is his goddess Luo?" to "What is he going to say?"

Everyone knows that Chen Mo doesn't play by the rules.

While others give speeches based on reason, he gives speeches while also writing poetry.

While others write poems in seven-character quatrains, he writes poems in the style of "Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River".

So what will he write on this stage today?

A boy wearing glasses, sitting in the fifth row, whispered to the classmate next to him.

Do you think he might compose another poem on the spot?

The classmate next to him lit up: "That's possible! He wrote it on the spot at the Luoshui Scenic Area! He also spoke it live on Douyin! He never prepares a script!"

The girl in front turned around and said, "If he were to write another poem on the level of 'Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River,' I would kneel down on the spot."

There was whispering among the audience, while Chen Mo stood quietly on the stage.

He waited until the entire room was completely quiet before slowly speaking.

Su Wanci sat in the audience, and her heartbeat finally slowed down a little.

She looked up at Chen Mo on the stage.

She remembered when he said "Write a poem" on the bus this morning.

His tone was light and casual, as if he were saying, "The weather is nice today."

She thought he would write a poem at the end of his speech.

Unexpectedly, he never intended to "speak" from the beginning—he just wanted to write.

She didn't know what poem he was going to write.

All she knew was that whatever he wrote would silence the entire room.

Because his poems were never meant to show off, but to be heard and appreciated.

Chen Mo looked at the students below the stage and spoke.

"I won't preach grand principles, you've all heard them before. I won't talk about learning methods either, because learning methods vary from person to person, and mine won't work for you."

He paused for a moment, then said, "I'll give you a poem."

The entire room fell silent.

Hundreds of people, hundreds of eyes, hundreds of ears, were all focused on the boy in the white T-shirt on the stage.

Chen Mo's voice wasn't loud, but it was very clear.

He didn't take his notes, didn't look at his phone, and didn't even look at the audience.

"Exhortation to Learning," he said, referring to the poem's title.

Then he began to read.

"The lamp burns at midnight, the rooster crows at dawn; this is the time for a young man to study. He who does not study diligently in his youth will regret it when he is old."

His voice was neither too loud nor too soft, and his speaking speed was neither too fast nor too slow.

Su Wanci stopped breathing.

It's not because the poem is particularly ornate—it's not ornate at all, it's even somewhat simple.

She recognized all these words: "the lamp burning at midnight," "the rooster crowing at dawn," "black hair," and "white hair"—she had seen all these images before.

But she never imagined that they could be combined like this.

One who doesn't study hard when young will regret it when old.

She recalled her three years of high school, those nights spent staying up late to cram for practice problems.

Those early mornings spent memorizing texts.

Those moments when you feel "It's so hard, so tiring, I want to give up".

She suddenly felt that all the hardship and exhaustion were worth it in the face of those two sentences.

There was a three-second silence in the audience.

Five seconds.

ten seconds.

Then applause broke out.

It wasn't the kind of polite applause.

It was an applause that welled up from the bottom of one's heart.

The applause grew from one person to two, from two to a hundred, and from a hundred to five hundred.

The entire auditorium was filled with applause, like a downpour falling on a tin roof.

Someone stood up.

Not just one person, but many people—one, two, three, ten, fifty, one hundred.

They stood there, clapping their hands frantically.

Someone was shouting, "Mo Shen, sing another song!"

Principal Wang sat in the first row and did not stand up.

But his eyes reddened.

He has taught for so many years and heard the words "encouragement to study" countless times.

I have read countless articles about encouraging learning.

But no poem ever made him feel like this one—"encouraging learning" is not something a teacher should say to students.

These aren't words spoken by parents to their children, but rather words spoken by someone to their ten-year-younger self.

The lamp burns at midnight, the rooster crows at dawn; this is the time for a man to study.

He silently recited it to himself, and suddenly remembered his youth.

He was a student back then.

I also find studying hard and getting up early difficult.

I also feel that I have a long youth ahead of me, so I'm not in a hurry to work hard.

Now that he's no longer young, with white hair and deep wrinkles, he finally understands.

"One only regrets not studying when one's hair turns white."

This isn't meant to scare you, it's true.

In the live stream, the barrage of comments couldn't be described as just "spraying"; it was "exploding."

"Exhortation to Learning??? I've never heard of this poem before???"

"The lamp burns at midnight and the rooster crows at dawn; this is the time for a man to study"—this gave me goosebumps.

"One who doesn't study hard when he's young will regret it when he's old... I cried, I really cried."

"I'm a senior in high school this year, and I stay up all night doing practice problems. I feel like I'm suffering terribly. But when I heard this poem, I suddenly didn't feel so miserable anymore."

"Was this poem also written by Chen Mo? What's wrong with his brain? 'Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng', 'Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River', and now another one called 'Exhortation to Learning'?"

"No, wait a minute, the style of this poem is completely different from 'Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River.' 'Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River' is ornate, while 'Exhortation to Learning' is simple. Can he write both?"

"A genius is a genius; he can write in both ornate and simple styles."

"I declare that 'Exhortation to Learning' is the best poem I have ever heard that encourages learning, bar none."

"Where are those people who said Chen Mo could only write classical Chinese? Come out here! Is this poem in vernacular Chinese? Is it in classical Chinese? Neither. It's a poem, a poem that everyone can understand."

"My mom heard this poem and asked me who wrote it. I said it was written by someone who got a perfect score on the college entrance exam. My mom said, 'No wonder.'"

The number of viewers in the live stream exceeded one million.

The comments section was still flooded with messages, dozens per second.

It's so fast you can't even see the content.

But one word appeared most frequently.

"Silent God".

It's not "Chen Mo".

Not "senior".

It is "Silent God".

From today onwards, in the hearts of many people...

Chen Mo is not just "the person who got a perfect score on the college entrance exam", nor is he just "the person who wrote 'Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River'".

Instead, it is "Silent God".

A teacher stood on the podium and silenced hundreds of high school students with a single poem.

It broke the defenses of millions of netizens.

The person who brought tears to the eyes of an old principal.

In the lecture hall.

The applause continued.

The discussion among everyone almost exploded.

The entire lecture hall was almost completely noisy, and it was impossible to hear who was speaking. However, no one cared about what others were saying anymore, as everyone's eyes were almost entirely on the young man on the stage.

You can imagine.

After today, Chen Mo's name will likely spark a huge discussion across the internet.

First, there was the Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng, which received a perfect score on the college entrance exam.

Then there's the Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River, which has been praised by numerous literature professors as the greatest ode of all time.

just now.

Here comes another poem encouraging learning!

We don't know if he will have any more surprises for everyone in the future.