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

Su Wanci turned her head to look at his profile.

The light from the streetlights shone on it, making the outline as clear as if it had been carved with a knife.

She suddenly realized that when Chen Mo said those words, his expression was neither confused nor certain, but rather composed.

Many people turn eighteen.

They are in a hurry to choose a major, in a hurry to find a job, in a hurry to make money, in a hurry to succeed, and in a hurry to prove that they are no worse than others.

But Chen Mo wasn't in a hurry.

He's not in a hurry to become anyone, because he already is.

He's not in a hurry to prove anything, because he's already proven it.

All he had to do was stay there and wait.

Let's see what else the world can give him.

Let's see what else he can give to this world.

The bus arrived, but it wasn't the one they were waiting for.

The old lady stood up, picked up her steamed buns, got on the bus, and waved to them as the door closed.

Su Wanci waved to her, then turned back and continued to wait.

"So what do you want to do after you go to Peking University?" she asked.

"Go to class, eat, sleep," Chen Mo counted three things.

"I write poetry occasionally, do some homework occasionally, pretty much the same as now."

"Now that you've solved the Poincaré conjecture, do you think you still need to attend math classes at Peking University?"

Chen Mo glanced at her.

"The math courses at Peking University aren't for me to learn math; they're for me to earn credits. I need enough credits to graduate, I need to graduate to get a diploma, and only with a diploma can I..."

"What talent?"

"So that my mom can save face in front of our relatives."

Su Wanci paused for a second, then burst out laughing.

She laughed so hard she bent over, and tears almost streamed down her face.

"You...you offered a million-dollar reward just to make your mother look good in front of your relatives?"

"What else?"

Chen Mo looked completely innocent.

"What else could I be doing this for?"

Su Wanci finished laughing, straightened up, and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

She looked at Chen Mo and suddenly felt that what he said sounded like a joke, but upon closer reflection, it didn't seem like a joke at all.

He got a perfect score on the college entrance exam, and his mother was thrilled.

When he wrote "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng", his mother was very excited.

When he wrote "Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River," his mother was thrilled.

He proved the Poincaré conjecture, and his mother was still excited.

Everything he did seemed to make his mother hold her head high in front of the relatives.

The bus arrived; this time it was their bus.

The two got on the bus, swiped their cards, and found seats by the window.

At the same time, the official Douyin account of Jiangcheng No.1 Middle School released a new video.

The video has no title, no background music, and no fancy filters.

The footage was captured from a surveillance camera, taken from a top-down angle. The image quality wasn't high-definition, but everyone's face was clearly visible.

In the center of the picture is the principal's office, where a group of elderly people with gray hair are sitting on the sofa.

Standing in the middle was a boy wearing a gray T-shirt—Chen Mo.

The video's subtitles consist of only one line: "The Chinese Mathematical Science Association invited Chen Mo to serve as its vice president, but Chen Mo declined."

Then there's the original audio.

Zhou Weihan's voice came in from off-screen.

"Chen Mo, we are here today to invite you to join the Chinese Mathematical Science Association. Not as an ordinary member, but as the association's council has discussed and unanimously agreed, if you are willing to join, we will directly appoint you as the association's vice president."

In the video, Chen Mo shook his head.

"Thank you, Chairman Zhou, and thank you to all the seniors. But I cannot join."

That concludes the video.

There was no follow-up, no explanation, and not a single extra word.

Three minutes and eight seconds, a boy, a word of refusal.

The video garnered over a million views within the first minute of its release.

It didn't rise slowly; it exploded instantly, like a water droplet thrown into a pot of oil.

TikTok's servers experienced a huge surge in traffic within a short period of time, causing a temporary lag of over ten seconds and displaying a "System Busy" message, but they quickly recovered.

The comment section was like a burst dam, with thousands of messages flooding in every second.

"Vice President of the Mathematical Sciences Association??? He refused???"

"Wait a minute, what level of organization is the Mathematical Sciences Association? Can someone who knows about this please explain?"

"I'm here. The Chinese Mathematical Science Association is the highest academic organization in the Chinese mathematics community. The vice president is equivalent to the deputy commander-in-chief of mathematics in this country. All the vice presidents in the past have been highly respected senior professors. The youngest one was 58 years old when he was elected. Chen Mo was 18 years old and declined."

"What level of title did he refuse? — He refused a position that a normal mathematician would strive for forty years to attain."

"What he rejected wasn't a title, but an honor that countless people wouldn't even dare to dream of. In other words, what he didn't want was something that others could never achieve in their entire lives."

"Now I finally understand why he said 'anyone with hands can do it.' It wasn't arrogance; he genuinely had the ability to do it. When you reach that level, everything below seems 'just so-so.'"

"That's the difference between geniuses and ordinary people. Ordinary people value honor above all else, while geniuses see honor as a burden."

"Did you notice? When he refused, his expression was so calm. He wasn't pretending; he genuinely didn't care."

"I now believe that he wasn't created by a team; no team could create this kind of mentality."

The video quickly rose to the top of Douyin's trending topics within half an hour.

It was followed by a purple "爆" (explode) character.

On Weibo, the hashtag "Chen Mo refuses the vice president position of the Chinese Mathematical Sciences Association" has garnered over 500 million views.

On Zhihu, the question is "How do you evaluate Chen Mo's refusal to become the vice president of the Chinese Mathematical Sciences Association?"

It received two thousand replies within ten minutes of being posted.

All the answers said the same thing: he wasn't arrogant, he genuinely didn't care.

Chen Mo came across this video while eating dumplings.

On Su Wanci's dining table were two plates of dumplings: one with pork and cabbage, and the other with chives and eggs.

Su's mother was still cooking the third dish in the kitchen. The water in the pot was bubbling and steaming, and the heat made the glass door of the kitchen fog up.

Chen Mo picked up a dumpling, dipped it in vinegar, put it in his mouth, chewed it a couple of times, then took out his phone and saw a notification from Douyin (TikTok).

He clicked on the video and watched it.

He remained expressionless throughout, as if he were looking at someone who had nothing to do with him.

"What's wrong?"

Su Wanci saw him staring at his phone, leaned over to take a look, and then her eyes widened suddenly.

"This...wasn't this posted in the principal's office this afternoon? Who sent it?"

"The school's official account." Chen Mo put his phone on the table and picked up another dumpling.

"They released the video of you rejecting the vice president?"

Su Wanci's voice rose half an octave, "You don't mind?"

Chen Mo chewed on a dumpling, then thought for a moment. "What's there to mind? It's not fake."

Su Wanci paused for a moment, then smiled.

She thought, this is Chen Mo.

Every expression, every word, and every action someone makes online must be carefully considered and meticulously planned, for fear of saying the wrong thing and being scolded.

He, on the other hand, outputs surveillance video straight out of the camera, with original sound and picture quality, without filters, music, or captions.

"What's there to mind? It's not fake."

He lived a simpler life than anyone else, so simple that it seemed unreal.

But he is real.

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The video quickly rose to the top of Douyin's trending topics within half an hour.

It was followed by a purple "爆" (explode) character.

On Weibo, the hashtag "Chen Mo refuses the vice president position of the Chinese Mathematical Sciences Association" has garnered over 500 million views.

On Zhihu, the question is "How do you evaluate Chen Mo's refusal to become the vice president of the Chinese Mathematical Sciences Association?"

It received two thousand replies within ten minutes of being posted.

All the answers said the same thing: he wasn't arrogant, he genuinely didn't care.

Chen Mo came across this video while eating dumplings.

On Su Wanci's dining table were two plates of dumplings: one with pork and cabbage, and the other with chives and eggs.

Su's mother was still cooking the third dish in the kitchen. The water in the pot was bubbling and steaming, and the heat made the glass door of the kitchen fog up.

Chen Mo picked up a dumpling, dipped it in vinegar, put it in his mouth, chewed it a couple of times, then took out his phone and saw a notification from Douyin (TikTok).

He clicked on the video and watched it.

He remained expressionless throughout, as if he were looking at someone who had nothing to do with him.

"What's wrong?"

Su Wanci saw him staring at his phone, leaned over to take a look, and then her eyes widened suddenly.

"This...wasn't this posted in the principal's office this afternoon? Who sent it?"

"The school's official account." Chen Mo put his phone on the table and picked up another dumpling.

"They released the video of you rejecting the vice president?"

Su Wanci's voice rose half an octave, "You don't mind?"

Chen Mo chewed on a dumpling, then thought for a moment. "What's there to mind? It's not fake."

Su Wanci paused for a moment, then smiled.

She thought, this is Chen Mo.

Every expression, every word, and every action someone makes online must be carefully considered and meticulously planned, for fear of saying the wrong thing and being scolded.

He, on the other hand, outputs surveillance video straight out of the camera, with original sound and picture quality, without filters, music, or captions.

"What's there to mind? It's not fake."

He lived a simpler life than anyone else, so simple that it seemed unreal.

But he is real.