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The situation in Jiangcheng has temporarily come to a close, and everything is proceeding in an orderly manner.

Chen Mo went home for a few days to spend time with his parents.

These days allow him a rare moment of relaxation.

It wasn't until the provincial mock exam results came out that this happened.

……

The No. 1 Middle School of the County.

In the principal's office, Principal Zheng held the report card tightly, his fingers clenching.

Liu Jianguo stood to the side, unable to suppress the urge to smile.

What is the total score?

Principal Zheng read it again.

"738".

The office was silent for two seconds.

The dean of academic affairs moved his throat.

"Number one in the entire province?"

"Based on the current compiled data, yes."

Principal Zheng placed the report card on the table.

Liu Jianguo was already prepared.

Seeing this score still makes my scalp tingle.

This kid takes leave every few days.

It's like a dragon whose head is seen but whose tail is never seen.

Upon returning and taking the exam, he immediately ranked first in the provincial mock exam.

What do other students who spend their days doing practice problems until midnight think?

The academic affairs director suddenly said, "Principal, it's the phone."

"Who?"

"Provincial Admissions Office".

Just as he finished speaking, the office phone rang.

Principal Zheng answered the call.

Half a minute later, his expression became even more serious.

After hanging up, he looked at Liu Jianguo.

"The Tsinghua admissions team is already on its way."

Before Liu Jianguo could react, there was another knock on the door.

An office worker peeked in.

"Principal, Peking University called and said they'll arrive this afternoon."

"And the University of Chinese Academy of Sciences."

"Fudan University has also contacted us."

The people in the office looked at each other in bewilderment.

This was a spectacle never seen before since the county's No. 1 Middle School was founded.

Just as Principal Zheng was about to say something, his phone rang again.

He glanced at the number and frowned slightly.

An unfamiliar international call.

He hesitated for a moment, but still answered the call.

"Hello?"

The person on the other end of the phone was speaking English.

After listening to a few words, Principal Zheng's expression gradually froze.

His English is quite good.

But the name the other party gave still made him doubt that he had misheard.

Harvard University.

A few minutes later.

Another call came in.

This time, it was an admissions liaison from MIT.

Half an hour later, Oxford also sent an email through the provincial education system.

Principal Zheng sat in his chair, remaining silent for a long time.

Liu Jianguo couldn't help but ask, "Principal, what's wrong?"

Principal Zheng looked up, his eyes somewhat unfocused.

Harvard.

MIT.

Oxford.

Everyone wants to know about Chen Mo's situation.

Liu Jianguo: "..."

The dean of academic affairs almost dropped his teacup.

The county's No. 1 High School has produced graduates from provincial key high schools and 985 universities.

But when did Harvard, MIT, and Oxford start actively seeking them out?

This isn't recruitment; it's like listening to a story.

When the news reached the county, the entire education system was in an uproar.

County Education Bureau.

Chen Liqin was in a meeting when she heard the report and was completely stunned.

"Who are you talking about?"

"Chen Mo."

"Chen Mo from the county's No. 1 Middle School."

"Tsinghua University, Peking University, the University of Chinese Academy of Sciences, and Fudan University have all sent people here."

"In addition... Harvard, MIT, and Oxford have also contacted the school through various channels."

The meeting room fell silent instantly.

Several education bureau officials looked at each other.

Someone blurted out, almost instinctively, "When did our Jiangcheng County become capable of attracting the attention of Harvard?"

……

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

Conference room at the No. 1 Middle School of the county.

This meeting room, usually used for teachers' meetings, was filled for the first time with representatives from prestigious universities across the country and even overseas.

Three people from Tsinghua University's admissions team came, two from Peking University, and teachers from the University of Chinese Academy of Sciences and Fudan University also came.

Harvard and MIT did not have official admissions teams present, but they sent liaison representatives through domestic cooperation channels.

Oxford sent a formal email expressing its willingness to assist Chen Mo in applying for the relevant project.

The atmosphere in the meeting room was subtle.

The Tsinghua professor was the first to speak.

"Chen Mo, we are very interested in your overall abilities. Based on your current grades and performance, Tsinghua University is willing to provide you with the fullest support in choosing your major."

The Peking University professor immediately laughed and said, "What Tsinghua can provide, Peking University can also provide."

"Moreover, Peking University also has a profound foundation in economics, mathematics, and information science."

The Fudan University professors were not to be outdone.

"If Chen Mo is considering a future career in capital, finance, or management, Fudan University's location and resources in Shanghai are a very suitable fit."

The teachers at the University of Chinese Academy of Sciences are more direct.

"If you are truly interested in cutting-edge science and technology, the University of Chinese Academy of Sciences can provide the top-level scientific research resources within the Chinese Academy of Sciences system."

Several representatives from domestic universities exchanged views.

Although they spoke politely, the tone was highly charged.

Several school leaders from the county's No. 1 High School sat nearby, outwardly calm, but inwardly overjoyed.

This kind of scene is enough for them to brag about for ten years.

The liaison representative from Harvard was a Chinese-American woman.

She looked at Chen Mo, her tone gentle.

"Chen, if you'd like to apply to Harvard, we can provide full assistance throughout the process."

"Your academic record and overall background are exceptional. We believe you will be a highly competitive applicant."

The representatives from MIT, however, valued his mathematical abilities more.

"MIT welcomes young people with an interdisciplinary perspective. If you are interested in engineering, computer science, or artificial intelligence, we would like to communicate with you further."

Hearing these words, Chen Mo instantly understood.

Artificial intelligence—MIT, of course, had no idea that he had just participated in the early stages of OpenAI in the United States.

But some people know.

The sudden offer from schools like Harvard, MIT, and Oxford is definitely not just because of a provincial mock exam.

Domestic universities may have only seen his scores and contacted him in advance.

But behind these prestigious overseas universities, it's likely that someone had already made arrangements.

It seems that quite a few people in the United States are already keeping an eye on me.

Chen Mo sat on one side of the conference table, his expression remaining calm throughout.

This surprised many university representatives. They had been recruiting students for many years and had seen many geniuses, but none of them were like Chen Mo.

An 18-year-old high school student from a county town.

Despite being recruited by Tsinghua, Peking, Fudan, Shanghai Jiao Tong Universities, Harvard, and MIT, he remained completely unmoved.

Liu Jianguo stood to the side, looking at his student.

I felt both proud and frustrated. This kid is getting harder and harder to understand.

After several rounds of introductions, everyone looked at Chen Mo.

Principal Zheng coughed lightly.

"Chen Mo, what are your own thoughts?"

The meeting room fell silent.

Chen Mo raised his head.

"Thank you all for coming all this way, but my choice is basically made; I will apply to Tsinghua University."

After those words were spoken, the meeting room fell silent for a moment.

The Tsinghua admissions team members visibly breathed a sigh of relief, their smiles almost impossible to suppress.

The Peking University professor shook his head helplessly.

Representatives from Fudan University and the University of Chinese Academy of Sciences also expressed their regret.

The representatives from Harvard and MIT didn't lose their composure much; they simply took careful notes.

"Chen, may I ask you why?" the Peking University professor asked.

Chen Mo smiled and said, "You'll find out later."

The reason was a bit far-fetched, but the people present didn't seem to care much.

Of course, Chen Mo couldn't reveal the real reason.

Many of his future plans will intersect with Beijing. More importantly, Tsinghua University's engineering system, network of contacts, and connections to future technology industries are the best fit for his future path.

Then Chen Mo's expression turned serious.

"There's one more thing."

Everyone looked at him.

"I don't want to do any interviews before the college entrance exam."

"I also do not want the school, the county, or the media to publicly publicize my grades, family, photos, or personal information. Please also try not to spread the news about the visit of the teachers and representatives today."

The meeting room fell silent.

Principal Zheng nodded immediately.

"The school will definitely cooperate on this."

The Tsinghua professors also expressed their understanding.

"We respect Chen's wishes."

The Harvard representative glanced at Chen Mo; she seemed to have gleaned more information, but didn't ask any further questions.

At this moment, a deputy county head sitting next to him spoke up.

His name is He Jianhua, and he is in charge of publicity and education.

Today I'm here on behalf of the county to coordinate the reception.

Originally, upon hearing that Harvard, MIT, Tsinghua, and Peking University were all coming, he had already devised several publicity plans.

Jiangcheng County ranked first in the province.

Prestigious overseas universities are actively recruiting them.

This is excellent material for improving the county's educational image.

But Chen Mo silenced all the propaganda outlets with a single sentence.

He Jianhua felt a little regretful, but he was even more aware that the student in front of him was no ordinary student.

Chen Mo is now involved in many matters concerning Xingchen Technology, Xingxin Mining, and Jiangcheng's industrial planning in the county.

His demands cannot be treated as the petty emotions of an ordinary student.

"Don't worry, Chen Mo."

He Jianhua made a statement on the spot.

"The county propaganda department and the education system will issue a unified statement."

"No media interviews of any kind will be arranged before the college entrance examination."

"We will not disclose any of your information to the public. Today's admissions contact is being handled as a normal admissions process and will not be used for publicity or hype."

Principal Zheng immediately replied, "The school will also strictly control this."

Chen Mo nodded.

Thank you everyone.

After the meeting, the Tsinghua professor had a private chat with Chen Mo for a few more minutes.

There was no rush to discuss terms.

Now that Chen Mo has clearly chosen Tsinghua University, the remaining issue is his major and training program after the college entrance examination.

Representatives from other universities left one after another.

At the entrance of the county's No. 1 Middle School, the parents and students had no idea what had just happened in the meeting room.

What they didn't know was that Harvard, MIT, Oxford, Tsinghua, Peking, Fudan, and Shanghai Jiao Tong Universities all came to study for a high school student from Jiangcheng County at almost the same time.

downstairs.

Chen Mo walked out of the teaching building.

Su Qingyan had obviously heard some rumors from her mother.

"Have any universities contacted you?"

"Um."

Which one do you want to go to?

Tsinghua University.

The girl's eyes lit up slightly, but she quickly lowered her head again.

"fine."

"And you?"

Su Qingyan gently pursed her lips: "I will try my best."

Chen Mo looked at her and said, "I will wait for you."

Su Qingyan raised her head.

Sunlight filtered through the branches and fell into her enchanting peach blossom eyes.

In that instant, the girl's disappointment, which had arisen from the gap in their abilities, was suddenly gently lifted by those words.

She nodded vigorously.

See you in the capital.