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She exited the video and opened WeChat.

Find Chen Mo's chat window and forward the video from there.

Then she typed.

"This person is so annoying. Why does he always jump out? He questions your 'Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng,' he questions your 'Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River,' and he questions your 'Exhortation to Learning.'"

"Does he live online? Does his job involve constantly analyzing why you're not perfect enough?"

After the message was sent.

She stared at the screen for a while.

Chen Mo didn't reply immediately. She typed another message.

"Look at his expression, he looks like he's speaking out for the truth. He's obviously just trying to ride the wave of popularity, pretending to be a champion of justice. I hate people like that the most."

Chen Mo still did not reply immediately.

Su Wanci threw her phone on the sofa, stood up and walked around twice, then sat down again.

I picked up my phone and glanced at it, but there was still no reply.

She took a deep breath and told herself not to rush.

Chen Mo might be checking messages, busy, or sleeping.

She waited for about three minutes before her phone finally vibrated.

Chen Mo replied with two words: "I've seen it."

Su Wanci typed quickly.

"You just 'looked' at it? Aren't you angry? He always finds fault, always manages to stir up trouble, and you always pretend not to care."

"But you can't keep not caring. If you don't care but he does, he'll jump higher and higher, and more and more people will believe him. When that happens, if you say you don't care, people will say you're guilty."

She posted another message.

"I'm not suggesting you argue with him. I just feel... you deserve to be treated well, not questioned by someone like that."

Chen Mo replied faster this time.

"I know I'm not angry because what he said wasn't worth getting angry about, but you're right—he jumped for too long."

Su Wanci stared at the words for a moment, stunned.

"What are you planning to do?"

Chen Mo did not answer.

Su Wanci waited for half a minute, then a minute, then two minutes.

Just as she was about to send another message, her phone suddenly vibrated.

It wasn't a WeChat notification, it was a notification from Douyin (TikTok).

When she clicked on it, she saw that there was a new red "New" character next to Chen Mo's account profile picture.

He posted a video.

She clicked on it almost instinctively.

At the beginning of the video, Chen Mo is sitting at his desk with a world map on the wall behind him, the edges of which are rolled up.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, illuminating his profile; his expression was serene.

He was wearing a gray hoodie with two straps hanging down in front of his chest, looking like he had just gotten out of bed and grabbed a piece of clothing to put on.

He glanced at the camera and remained silent for a second.

Then he spoke.

His voice was soft and his speech was slow, as if he were chatting with someone he didn't know very well.

"Teacher Liu, it's nice to see you again."

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, a curve somewhere between a smile and a sneer.

"I watched your new video, and you're absolutely right—I got full marks in all subjects. Full marks in Chinese, Math, English, and Science."

"You said I would only showcase literature and not other disciplines."

"You said that you can cheat in literature, but not in math, physics, or chemistry. You said that if I am a true genius, I should prove myself by demonstrating my abilities in other subjects."

He repeated every point from Liu Zhiyuan's video, speaking in a flat tone as if he were reading a textbook.

But it is precisely because of its ordinariness that every word carries the weight of "I remember every word you said".

"You're right. So I've decided—to prove it to you."

He paused for a moment, then looked directly at the camera.

That look was neither too strong nor too weak, neither too deep nor too shallow, but Su Wanci, watching on the screen, froze for a moment because of it.

That wasn't an angry look, nor was it a defiant look.

Rather, he is a calm and composed person.

The plan is being implemented step by step.

"However, Teacher Liu, I have one condition."

His voice lowered, so low it sounded like he was telling a secret.

"If I prove it, shouldn't you pay the price?"

"You questioned me, spread rumors about me, posted dozens of videos, wrote tens of thousands of words of copywriting, and earned millions of views."

"You say you are 'speaking out for the truth,' but while you are speaking out for the truth, GG Merchants are giving you money, and you have never refused."

"You say you have a 'reasonable doubt,' but your 'reasonable doubt' has no evidence whatsoever; it's all based on 'I think,' 'I suspect,' and 'I don't believe.'"

"You call yourself a 'messenger of justice,' but your justice is only directed at me."

His speaking speed was still not fast, but every word was like a nail being hammered into the wood.

"Teacher Liu, I'm not going to reason with you today."

"You understand the principles, you just don't want to. Today I'm only going to talk to you about the rules—you can question or spread rumors about others as you please. But today, I'm not going to tolerate it."

"You want me to prove it, and I can prove it. But you'll have to pay a price."

He leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms over his chest, and his expression changed from calm to an inscrutable relaxation.

"What price? You decide. Once you've made up your mind, send me a video and let me know. I'll be waiting."

The video has ended.

It lasts less than a minute.

After watching the video, Su Wanci almost dropped her phone.

She took a deep breath and looked at it again.

On the second viewing, she noticed even more details.

When Chen Mo said, "You question me and spread rumors about me," his tone was completely calm, as if he were stating a fact.

When he said, "GG Merchant will transfer the money to you," the corners of his mouth curved up slightly.

When he said, "I won't indulge you," his voice was so soft it sounded like he was saying, "I'm not eating breakfast today."

But the word "no" was pronounced very clearly, like a pair of scissors cutting something off.

She exited the video call, opened WeChat, and sent Chen Mo a message: "Are you serious?"

Chen Mo replied, "When have I ever not been serious?"

Su Wanci thought about it and realized that there really wasn't one.

He usually speaks in a half-truth, mixing jokes with the truth.

It makes it hard for you to tell which sentence is serious.

But when he decides to do something—such as writing "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng", "Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River", or reciting "Exhortation to Learning" on the podium—he is never unserious.

She posted another message: "Do you think Liu Zhiyuan will agree?"

Chen Mo replied, "Whether he agrees or not is not important. What's important is that he can no longer say whatever he wants like before."

Looking at this line of text, Su Wanci suddenly felt that Chen Mo had changed.

She put down her phone, walked to the window, and drew back the curtains.

Sunlight streamed in, making her squint.

She looked out the window at the old locust tree, watching the leaves rustle in the wind, and suddenly smiled.

She thought, this is the person I know.

He's usually lazy and doesn't care about anything, but when you cross his line...

He will tell you in a way you would never expect: I am not someone to be trifled with.

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