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Two days later, Chen Mo's phone rang in the morning.

He glanced at the screen—Principal Wang.

This is the fourth phone call Principal Wang has made this week.

The first three were "commissions" from Tsinghua University, Peking University, and Fudan University, respectively.

It's always the same routine.

The admissions office of a certain university contacted the president.

The principal called him again.

His tone became more and more polite each time.

Each time, I became more and more cautious.

It was as if he was afraid of offending him by using the wrong word.

Chen Mo answered the call.

"Hello, Principal Wang."

"Chen Mo, did I disturb you?"

Principal Wang's voice carried an excessively polite warmth.

"No, please say so."

"That's how it is..."

Principal Wang cleared his throat, a hint of embarrassment in his voice.

"This time it's not a school, it's—"

He paused for a moment, as if organizing his thoughts.

"These days, many schools have tried to contact you through me, inviting you to join their schools. I know your time is precious, and you always say you don't have time..."

Chen Mo did not deny it.

He did say that.

It's not that I'm putting on airs, it's that I genuinely don't want to waste time answering the same calls over and over again.

He had seen too many scenes like this in his previous life.

A high-scoring student was bombarded by more than a dozen schools, his phone ringing from morning till night, with similar stories coming out, until he couldn't even tell who was who anymore.

"But this time is different."

Principal Wang's voice became serious.

"Admissions offices from major universities have all come. This is the first time since our school was founded."

Chen Mo's eyebrows twitched slightly.

"They heard you were short on time, so they arranged to come all at once. It'll only be one afternoon, and all the schools will be there. You can see them all at once, and we guarantee it won't waste your time."

Chen Mo remained silent for a while.

He sensed a plea in Principal Wang's voice, not for himself, but for the school.

This is the first time since the school was founded.

Admissions offices from various universities gathered together for the same student.

The matter itself.

This will become a significant chapter in the history of this school.

Principal Wang didn't want to miss out.

"When?" Chen Mo asked.

Principal Wang's voice immediately brightened up, saying, "This afternoon is fine, two or three o'clock, you decide!"

"Then let's do it at 2 PM."

"Okay, okay! I'll wait for you at the school gate at 2 PM!"

Chen Mo was about to hang up when he suddenly paused.

A scene flashed through his mind—

Su Wanci stood at the entrance of the milk tea shop, clutching the hem of her skirt, her knuckles white.

Su Wanci stood on the escalator, her eyes shining as if stars had fallen into them.

Su Wanci turned her head to look at his face and asked, "Is there anything else I don't know?"

That image made him hesitate for a second.

Then he spoke.

"Principal Wang, may I bring someone with me?"

There was a pause on the other end of the phone.

Then Principal Wang's laughter came over, carrying a kind of insightful understanding from someone who had been through it all.

"Of course! As long as you come, these are all minor issues."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Mo sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at his phone screen for a while.

Then he opened WeChat and found Su Wanci's chat window.

"Are you busy this afternoon?"

The reply came quickly, as if the phone was always in my hand.

"No, why?"

"Come with me to school."

"School? What would you do at school?"

Chen Mo thought for a moment and typed four words: "Meet a few people."

Su Wanci sent a question mark emoji, but quickly followed up with, "Okay, what time?"

I'll pick you up at 1:30.

"good!"

The exclamation mark was followed by a small sun emoji.

Chen Mo looked at the sun, his lips twitched slightly, and then he locked the screen.

1:30 PM.

Chen Mo appeared downstairs at Su Wanci's house right on time.

Su Wanci was already standing at the entrance of the building, waiting.

She was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt.

She wore light blue jeans and her hair was tied in a low ponytail, looking neat and tidy.

She didn't dress up intentionally.

But she looked as refreshing as the first sip of ice water on a summer day.

"Let's go."

She jogged over and naturally stood next to him.

The two walked along the tree-lined path at the entrance of the residential area towards the school.

In the late afternoon of late June, sunlight filtered through the gaps in the sycamore leaves, casting dappled patterns of golden light on the ground.

After walking for a while, Su Wanci finally couldn't help but ask, "Who are you going to see at school? You're being so mysterious."

"People from the admissions offices of various universities," Chen Mo said.

Su Wanci paused for a moment.

"The admissions office?"

She turned her head to look at him, her eyes slightly widened.

"All schools?"

"Yes. The principal said they agreed to come together this afternoon."

Su Wanci remained silent for a few seconds.

Then she laughed.

It wasn't a forced smile, but a genuine joy that welled up from the bottom of my heart.

"Oh my God!"

She said softly.

"Admissions offices from various universities came specifically to find you... I've only ever seen this kind of thing in the news before."

she said.

His tone carried a pure envy.

It's not jealousy, it's envy.

Su Wanci was very clear about her own level.

A score of 660 is a very good score under normal circumstances, enough to qualify for most 985 universities.

But compared to Chen Mo, he's far inferior.

Although she still didn't know exactly how many points Chen Mo had scored.

But judging from the attitude of the admissions offices of Tsinghua and Peking Universities.

That was a height she could never reach.

But she felt no jealousy whatsoever.

Jealousy arises when people are on the same level.

When someone's height has exceeded your field of vision, all you can do is look up to them and feel a pure, clean envy.

Not to mention their relationship...

"You're amazing."

She spoke softly, as if talking to herself.

Chen Mo glanced at her and said, "Your 660 isn't bad either."

Su Wanci was taken aback: "How did you know I estimated 660?"

"You said it yourself, at the bubble tea shop."

Su Wanci thought about it and realized that she did indeed say that.

She was chatting with Tangtang at the time and casually mentioned it.

She didn't expect Chen Mo to remember it.

"Compared to your score of 660..."

She smiled and didn't continue.

"660 is already very good."

Chen Mo's tone was calm but serious: "I can get into most schools."

Su Wanci nodded and said nothing more.

But something indescribable was churning inside her; it wasn't sadness or disappointment, but a more complex emotion.

Of course she was happy for Chen Mo.

Seeing him standing under the spotlight, admired by everyone, made her happier than anyone else.

But while she was happy, she also clearly saw her own position in that scene—standing to the side, looking up, watching him being surrounded by a group of people.

She had never thought about this question before.

From childhood to adulthood, her grades were always better than his. She would always explain the questions to him during exams, and she would always comfort him when he failed.

She was used to standing in front of him and pulling him forward.

But now, he suddenly walked far, far ahead of her, so far that she had to jog to keep up.

She didn't know if she could keep up.

"We've arrived." Chen Mo's voice interrupted her thoughts.

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