The night before the college entrance exam results were released, I redeemed my Peking University ad

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"What the hell is this godlike lineup?!"

A photojournalist carrying a telephoto lens stood in the media area. He had been in the industry for fifteen years, shooting the Olympics, the military parade, and the G20 summit. But at this moment, his hands holding the camera were trembling.

In the viewfinder, the boy in the blue and white school uniform stands in the center. To his left are the leaders of the Council of State, the provincial governor, and the prefect. To his right are Wiles, Terence Tao, and the Nobel laureate. Further out are the heirs of Morgan, Rockefeller, and Mitsui.

"The temple is on the left, academia is on the right, and the sword immortal is in the middle."

He muttered to himself, his fingers frantically pressing the shutter button, unwilling to delete a single photo.

"This isn't just an unveiling ceremony; it's a group photo of the pinnacle of human civilization!"

A young, newly graduated reporter next to me was recording the whole thing on his phone, constantly muttering, "Am I fucking dreaming? Am I still in bed?"

He pinched his thigh hard, gasped in pain, and then continued patting.

"It's not a dream, damn, it really isn't a dream." In the media area, a CNN reporter was stammering into the camera: "Ladies and gentlemen, what you are seeing now... I... I can't describe it!"

"This is the unveiling ceremony of a middle school in a third-tier city in China. Sitting in the audience are some of the greatest mathematicians, physicists, and chemists of our time, as well as families who control global capital, while on stage is an eighteen-year-old boy..."

He paused, took a deep breath, and said, "He's carrying a sword on his back!"

In the BBC's live broadcast, the host simply abandoned his introductions, remained silent, and switched the screen to full screen.

The camera slowly panned across the rows of distinguished guests below the stage, finally settling on the school uniform-wearing boy on stage.

A barrage of comments appeared: "BBC, blink if you've been kidnapped."

The Reuters headline had already been drafted in advance; I only saved one line in my drafts:

[Breaking News: Chinese teenager scientist Ji Bai attends alma mater's unveiling ceremony in a "sword-flying" style; top figures from the global academic and investment communities gather in Fucheng]

……

Meanwhile, the live stream chat around the world has gone completely crazy:

"A high school unveiling ceremony! A councilor, a provincial governor, a prefect, a Nobel laureate, a Philippine Nobel laureate, a Wall Street financial group! Am I fucking dreaming?"

"Leaders of the Senate, provincial governors, prefects, Nobel laureates, Philippine laureates, tycoons... they're all just there to embellish a kid in a school uniform!" "Ji Shen: I didn't even polish my shoes, why are you making such a fuss?"

"Hahahaha, Ji Shen is standing in the center wearing a school uniform and carrying a sword, while the billionaire next to him looks like a security guard!"

"Seriously, this photo should be in history textbooks someday!"

"My child asked me why I was kneeling while watching the live stream, and I said I was paying homage to a sword immortal!"

"Peking University students, come take a look! This is real prestige! Could your centennial celebration even assemble such a lineup?"

"Peking University: Dares not speak.ip"

"Tsinghua University: We dare not speak either.ip"

"Universities worldwide: We are collectively silent.ip"

……

offstage.

In the student formation, a high school sophomore girl covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face.

"Waaaaah, my senior is so handsome... How can he be so handsome... This will be my standard for finding a boyfriend in the future..." Her best friend next to her handed her a tissue: "Don't cry, you can't even pass physics, your senior won't be interested in you."

"I don't care! I can study physics for him! I can repeat a grade for ten years for him!"

"Liu Ruyan, wake up!"

"I don't care, I want to have Ji Shen's babies!"

……

In the faculty and staff formation, several young female teachers stood together, maintaining an outwardly dignified demeanor, but their phones had been held up for ten minutes without being put down.

"Did it record? Did it record?"

"Recorded! Recording started the moment the sword light appeared!"

"Send it to me! Send it to me! I want to listen to it on repeat a hundred times tonight!"

"You know, Ji Bai usually seems so lazy and laid-back, how come he makes such a big fuss when he does something?"

"That's how geniuses are. They don't show off usually, but when they do, it's a game-winning move."

"That's not just a royal flush... that's flipping the whole table!"

Our gaze shifts to the podium.

Before the unveiling ceremony, staff had already divided the red ribbon into several sections, each of which was handed to the guest unveiling the plaque.

The red ribbon stretched out from the top of the school name stone, like a red river, connecting everyone on the stage.

Ji Bai stood in the very center.

He held a red rope in his left hand, with the ends tied to the leaders of the Council and the provincial governor, and another rope in his right hand, with the ends tied to Wiles and Terence Tao.

Further out, the mayor, several Nobel laureates, and representatives of conglomerates each held a piece in their hands.

This red ribbon seemed to gather all the power into the boy's palm.

The imperial court, academia, and capital.

East and West.

Older generation and middle generation.

At this moment, the weight of the entire world rests on the shoulders of this eighteen-year-old boy. Yet he just stood there.

His school uniform was casual, his sword was slung over his back, and a faint smile played on his lips.

It was as if he had foreseen all of this.

It's as if this is how it should be.

Wang Jianguo stood to the side, took a deep breath, and with all his might shouted out the words he had thought about all night:

"Teachers, students, guests!"

"Thirty years ago, when this school hung its first sign, it was just an ordinary, inconspicuous middle school in Fucheng!"

Thirty years later, its students became the provers of Goldbach's Conjecture! They became the inventors of room-temperature superconductivity! They became figures admired by the entire world!

"Today, this school will have a new name!"

"This name doesn't belong to any one person, but to a spirit!"

"It belongs to the kind of spirit that, even if one comes from humble beginnings or is in dire straits, dares to look up at the sky, dares to dream, and dares to turn dreams into reality!"

"Starting today!" Wang Jianguo's voice was hoarse, but every word resounded like thunder across the playground.

"Every child who leaves here can stand tall and say—"

"I am a student at the Ji Bai Research Institute Affiliated High School!"

"Ji Bai and I come from the same place!"

boom--!

The audience erupted in cheers!

Applause, cheers, and screams mingled together, making the entire playground feel like it had been hit by an atomic bomb!

The students jumped up from their seats, waving their school uniform jackets, and some even threw their backpacks into the air.

Several boys hugged each other, jumping and shouting, their faces covered in tears and snot.

"God of Seasons! God of Seasons! God of Seasons!"

Someone shouted first, and then the whole audience joined in.

"God of Seasons! God of Seasons! God of Seasons!" The shouts grew louder and louder, so loud that even the water bottles on the platform trembled slightly.

Old Wang's eyes were red-rimmed, and he used all his strength to shout out his last words:

"Now!"

"I hereby declare—"

"The unveiling ceremony begins!!!"

Whoosh—!

The red silk was torn down by everyone working together!

A red silk ribbon with gold trim cascaded down like a waterfall, and in the morning light, a brand-new white marble school name stone appeared before everyone.

Ji Bai Research Institute Affiliated High School

Eleven large characters, with powerful strokes and penetrating force, seemingly piercing the stone.

Between the strokes of his brush, there is both the soaring spirit of a young person and the composure and sharpness that comes from years of practice.

The live stream chat went completely wild. "Holy crap!!! This is incredible!!!"

"A Nobel laureate unveiled a plaque for a high school! Who would have dared to imagine that before today?"

"I've got a rock in my eye! This handwriting is just too beautiful!"

"Wait! Did you guys see the signature clearly? This calligraphy is by Ji Bai!"

"I saw it! The signature is Ji Bai! My goodness! He can do calligraphy?"

"It's a million times better than those old men in the provincial calligraphy association! These days, even researchers are this good at calligraphy?"

"I hereby declare! From this day forward, Ji Shen is a hexagonal warrior! Mathematics, physics, calligraphy, looks, combat prowess, sword forging—he crushes all opponents!"

"An octagon! He can even write songs!"

"Stop counting! The sides of the seasonal god are like π, infinite and non-repeating!"

"Hahahaha, that's so clever!"

"This stone standing at the entrance will become a must-visit spot! I've already booked my tickets to Fucheng!"

"Let's go together! I want to go to the place where Ji Shen took off to soak up some of his divine energy!" "A warm celebration for the successful ascension of Fucheng No. 99 Middle School! From today onwards, please call it Ji Bai Affiliated High School!"

"No, don't you guys think today's performance can't be described as 'enjoyable' anymore? This is... this is..."

"This is fucking godhood!!!"

Where are all the disciples of the Ji Clan?! Join me in flooding the screen! Congratulations on the completion of the Ji God's Dojo!

Congratulations on the completion of the Season God's Dojo!

Congratulations on the completion of the Season God's Dojo!

Congratulations on the completion of the Season God's Dojo!

The screen was instantly flooded with the same sentence, densely packed, like an imperial edict.

Not only domestically, but also internationally, seven out of the top ten trending topics on Twitter are related to Ji Bai.

The labels are getting more and more outrageous.

Meanwhile, in a corner of Twitter's trending topics list, another item is rapidly climbing:

#kreaspercnctrate (Korean superconductivity scandal) Korean netizens are feeling worse than if they ate shit right now.

"Damn it... Seoul National University celebrated its 100th anniversary and didn't even manage to invite a single Fields Medal winner."

"At the opening ceremony of a high school in China, three Nobel laureates, two Philosopher's Award winners, and also Morgan, Rockefeller, and Mitsui..."

"Stop talking, my blood pressure is rising."

"Is that Ji Bai an alien?"

"Regardless of whether he's an alien or not, all I want to say right now is: South Korea, damn it!"

……

Red ribbons fell to the ground in front of the school's name stone.

Applause, cheers, and camera shutters mingled together.

The leader of the council turned around and looked at the boy beside him.

The old man's eyes were full of undisguised smiles, his gaze containing gratification, emotion, and a hint of affection and playful scolding that only elders show to younger generations.

He shook his head and whispered, "You, you..."

"You've made such a big deal out of a simple ribbon-cutting ceremony!"

Ji Bai smiled and replied casually:

"What's so special about this?"

Just these four words.

It was mentioned casually, like saying, "The weather is nice today."

But the leader's eyes lit up instantly when he heard this!

You mean...there's more?

Ji Bai didn't answer directly, but instead turned his head slightly and winked at the old man.

The meaning in his eyes couldn't be clearer: just you wait and see.

The leader understood instantly.

He straightened up, his expression changing from "appreciation" to "anticipation," and finally to an irrepressible excitement. Good lad.

He's up to no good again.

He had even begun to sympathize with the group of foreigners in the audience.

You think that's the end of it after watching someone fly on a sword?

Innocent!

Wiles, standing on the other side of Ji Bai, happened to catch the moment the boy blinked.

The old man paused for a moment, then smiled.

He nudged Terence Tao with his elbow and whispered:

"Tao, did you see that?"

Terence Tao saw it too; he pushed up his glasses, and a glint flashed on the lenses:

I saw it.

"What else do you think he prepared?" Terence Tao thought for a moment and gave a very mathematician-like answer:

"I don't know, but I do know it's something that will keep them up even more than that sword from before."

Wiles nodded in deep agreement.

Then, the two world-class mathematicians simultaneously turned their gaze to the boy in the blue and white school uniform on the stage.

His eyes held an undisguised...expectation.

That kind of anticipation is like two long-time readers who have been reading mystery novels for fifty years finally encountering an author whose ending they can't guess.

As the unveiling ceremony ended and the applause was still ringing out, Old Wang's voice rang out again.

"Now! We'll proceed with the second item on today's ceremony—"

The stele inscribed with poems encouraging learning has been unveiled!

As soon as the words were spoken, everyone's eyes turned to the huge rock, about half a person's height, inside the school gate.

The stone was completely covered by a large red silk cloth, and flower baskets were placed around it. Everyone thought it was just a decoration and didn't pay much attention to it.

Now it seems... is there some explanation? The students below the stage began to whisper among themselves.

"An inscription with a poem encouraging learning? What poem encouraging learning?"

"I don't know, I've never heard of Ji Shen writing poetry."

"Wait, Ji Shen can write poetry too?"

"Mathematics, physics, superconductivity, semiconductors, music, calligraphy... and now poetry?"

"I'm completely numb. Just how much more does Ji Shen know that we don't know?"

"Don't ask anymore, the answer is infinite and non-repeating."

"I bet a bag of spicy strips that this poem will definitely blow up the entire internet!"

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! My big towel... no, my big knife is itching for a fight!"