After taking the advice, I became a top student.

At Zhejiang University, Dai Yafeng stretched and slept until noon, feeling more relaxed than ever before.

He just finished a paper a few days ago, and now he just needs to wait for the review process. He can also take a few days off.

He used to stay up all night to research problems, and he plans to stay in his dorm for the next few days to catch up on the sleep he missed.

Waaah...

Dai Yafeng frowned. His phone kept vibrating beside him; he had been woken up by the noise, otherwise he could have slept a little longer.

When I checked my phone, I saw that I already had 99+ WeChat messages.

He opened WeChat, wanting to see who was disturbing his peaceful sleep.

However, it was discovered that these 99+ messages came from the group chat of the "Chengdu Mathematics Competition Family".

"?"

Dai Yafeng became even more curious.

This group usually doesn't talk much, why is it so lively today?

"Are the results from the provincial competition?"

I checked my phone's home screen, and today is only the 13th.

Dai Yafeng even wondered if he was hallucinating while sleeping.

I clicked into the group chat and found several messages tagging him.

[@Afeng, Lao Dai, your No.1 High School is absolutely awesome this time!]

[@Afeng, tell me honestly, is this your school's secret weapon? No wonder you were so confident in the group chat a few days ago.]

"?"

Dai Yafeng was full of questions. He recognized each word in the message, but when they were put together, he was completely confused.

"What's wrong?"

Dai Yafeng didn't continue reading the messages that tagged him, but instead went to the top of the group chat.

[@Everyone, the provincial competition results are in! Our school won a special award!]

[Special Prize?]

The special award is established to distinguish it from the regular first prize. It is not awarded every year; it is only awarded to candidates who perform exceptionally well or have a unique and ingenious solution, and who also win the first prize.

So, what exactly did that student from No. 1 High School do? Can anyone explain? @Afeng

[Weren't they supposed to release the results on the 15th? How come they're out today? Is this fake?]

[How could official website information be fake? Why don't you check the official website yourself?]

[@ChenMo, congratulations, young man! Maybe someone from Chengdu will represent China at the IMO this year!]

[He's got some skills after all; I knew Kobayashi wouldn't just bring people in randomly.]

[666, young minds really work!]

Don't be so young; you only got a perfect score back then...

After clicking on the link posted by the group members and seeing the transcript on the official website of the Chengdu Mathematical Society, Dai Yafeng finally understood what had happened.

Although he had supported Chen Mo in the group chat, he never expected that his junior would be so strong.

Could it be that in the few years since I left, No. 1 Middle School has developed so rapidly that it has surpassed No. 7 Middle School?

I haven't heard of that either.

The discussion in the group was still intense, and Dai Yafeng was also scrolling through the comments, trying to find clues from the discussions among the group members.

Chengdu No. 7 Middle School

"There's something fishy going on, there must be something fishy going on!"

"They both got full marks, so why did Old Lin get first prize while that guy got the grand prize?"

Many students also saw the results published by the Rongcheng Mathematics Society. Although they were curious as to why the results were released in advance, they were even more indignant on behalf of Lin Zhiyuan.

They all got full marks, so why are they being treated differently?

"Old Lin, I couldn't tolerate this. Let's all appeal for you. We people from No. 7 Middle School are not so easy to mess with."

Lin Zhiyuan's deskmate said aggressively.

He wasn't joking. Lin Zhiyuan knew that his family had considerable influence in Rongcheng. If the Rongcheng Mathematical Society really dared to make a move, he might actually turn the Rongcheng Mathematical Society upside down.

Lin Zhiyuan quickly stopped his deskmate, "Alright, I have no objection to this special award. He has already explained his solution to us, and he deserves this special award."

"Um?"

"Do you know that guy from No. 1 High School?"

Su Muyang, who was sitting next to Lin Zhiyuan, immediately became interested. Even in the prestigious No. 7 High School, where academic elites were numerous, Lin Zhiyuan was a top student. He had never seen Lin Zhiyuan submit to anyone. "So what was his solution?"

Lin Zhiyuan started to stammer, but his deskmate kept pressing him for answers.

Helpless, Lin Zhiyuan could only truthfully say, "I didn't understand."

"what?"

Su Muyang opened his mouth wide.

He knew Lin Zhiyuan's math skills, and he wouldn't be surprised if someone was better than Lin Zhiyuan, but it was a bit exaggerated that Lin Zhiyuan couldn't understand the answers to the problems done by high school students.

"I'm starting to get a little curious about that guy!"

Su Muyang's gaze was intense. "What were the people in the school's admissions office thinking? How could they let such a promising student go to No. 1 High School?"

"I think a genius like him should come to No. 7 High School. Only on a platform like No. 7 High School can he stand higher and see further."

"I think you'd better pray he doesn't come."

Lin Zhiyuan said bluntly, "You wouldn't want a dark cloud constantly looming over your head, would you?"

"Is it that strong?"

Su Muyang's eyes brightened even more. "Then I'm even more eager for him to come. I have to help him!"

"Anyway, I'm not a math major, hahaha."

Lin Zhiyuan sneered, "Do you know what he did by handing in his paper early and leaving early during the provincial competition?"

"He's studying university-level physics!"

"?"

"what?"

"Really? Can he possibly be juggling physics competitions at the same time?"

Su Muyang's arrogance immediately vanished, because he was involved in physics competitions.

"Who knows?"

Lin Zhiyuan chuckled, "Didn't you say you wanted to help him? I think you're right, a genius like him should come to No. 7 Middle School."

"Then forget it!"

Su Muyang politely declined, waving his hands repeatedly, "Let's wait until the provincial physics competition to meet up. It's only a few days away anyway. Chen Mo, right? I'll remember you!"

Lin Zhiyuan found it somewhat amusing. He was just trying to scare Su Muyang. He didn't think Chen Mo would participate in the physics competition. Participating in both math and physics competitions wouldn't help Chen Mo much, since he only needed to choose one option: direct admission or further studies.

Doing both at the same time would consume a lot of time and energy, which would be counterproductive.

The same thing happened at No. 4 Middle School and No. 7 Middle School. Under the popularization of Qiu Mingyuan and Lin Wanqing, the students of the two schools learned about Chen Mo from No. 1 Middle School and were filled with curiosity.

Only Chen Hao from No. 4 Middle School, looking at the name hanging at the top of the list, felt like a mouse living in the shadow of a giant, trembling with fear.

Just then, Deng Rui, a teacher from the competition class at No. 4 Middle School, walked into the classroom and said, "Qiu Mingyuan and Chen Hao, come to my office."

Qiu Mingyuan also got a perfect score in this provincial competition, but Chen Hao only got a first-class prize. He didn't know why Teacher Deng called him over.

"You two have been in contact with Chen Mo. What do you think of him? If No. 4 Middle School wants to poach Chen Mo, what do you think is the best course of action to maximize your chances of success?"

The two entered the office, and Deng Rui immediately asked.

"what?"

Chen Hao's eyes widened, his heart pounded, and he wished he could wave his hand and politely decline on the spot.

If Chen Mo came to No. 4 Middle School, how would he survive?

"Having such talented classmates coming here is also beneficial for you; it's easier to pursue someone than to be pursued!"

Deng Rui, a cunning old fox who had lived for decades, could easily see Chen Hao's reluctance and spoke earnestly.