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Su Wanci was stunned.

She sat in the corner, intending only to be a transparent bystander.

Watching this grand feast that belonged to Chen Mo.

She had even started analyzing things for him in her mind.

Tsinghua University is strong in engineering, Peking University is strong in humanities, Fudan University has good overall strength, and Zhejiang University has a good academic atmosphere.

She was like a loyal audience member.

They are applauding the people on stage.

But she never imagined that the person on stage would suddenly turn around and hand her the microphone.

"I?"

Her voice was a little tense: "You're asking me?"

"Hmm." Chen Mo's expression was calm, as if he were asking a matter of course.

Su Wanci opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

She was just an ordinary test taker who estimated a score of 660.

In this conference room, in front of these people who readily throw out terms like "academician," "national key laboratory," and "overseas exchange,"...

660 points seems so insignificant, so negligible.

She shouldn't be in this picture.

But Chen Mo pulled her in.

The atmosphere in the conference room shifted subtly.

The admissions officers exchanged glances—glances that conveyed a sense of "I see."

They've seen far too many high-scoring test takers.

Some are arrogant, some are humble, some are shrewd, and some are dull.

But what's in front of me—

While everyone was vying for him.

Instead of making a decision right away, he turned to a girl in the corner and asked, "Which university do you want to go to?"

Everyone understands what this means.

Professor Li from Tsinghua University reacted the fastest.

His gaze shifted to Su Wanci, and the expression on his face changed from "stealing students" to "building relationships."

fast.

They are exemplary in their professional conduct.

"Excuse me, are you Chen Mo's classmate?"

His voice softened, as if he were coaxing a frightened little animal.

"Are you also a candidate this year? Would you be interested in learning more about our school? Tsinghua has many majors that might suit you."

"Teacher Li, that's not right."

Professor Zhang from Peking University interrupted him with a smile.

"The young girl hasn't even said anything yet, and you're already trying to snatch it?"

A burst of good-natured laughter filled the conference room.

The laughter carried a tacit understanding.

These are the teachers in the admissions office.

The primary target of our visit today is Chen Mo.

However, if "winning over" this girl could make Chen Mo feel more favorably toward their school, then this matter would immediately be given the highest priority.

Su Wanci felt the gaze shift from Chen Mo to her.

A dozen pairs of eyes were watching her at the same time, all harboring the same "indirect approach" mentality.

Her face flushed slightly.

"I……"

She took a deep breath, trying to make her voice sound as steady as possible.

"I estimate my score to be only 660."

She had a strange feeling when she said that number.

A score of 660 is something to be proud of in any normal setting.

But in this conference room, in front of these people who had just put forward conditions such as "academicians mentoring undergraduates", "Cambridge exchange", and "combined bachelor's, master's and doctoral programs".

A score of 660 is like a regular outpatient appointment slip that has been mistakenly handed into the conference room for a specialist consultation.

But she still said it.

Because she didn't want to be treated as an "add-on"—someone who was considered as a side effect because of Chen Mo.

She doesn't need that kind of charity.

The meeting room fell silent for a second.

then.

Something unexpected happened.

No one showed a "Oh, only 660" expression.

in contrast.

The expressions on the faces of the admissions officers became even more enthusiastic, not for the 660 points, but for the fact that "Chen Mo cares about this person."

"660 points?"

The professor from Zhejiang University was the first to speak.

"A score of 660 is enough to choose most majors at our school! And—"

He glanced at Chen Mo, then turned back, his smile becoming even more meaningful.

"If you and Chen Mo choose to live in the same city, it will be convenient for you to take care of each other."

When he said "take care of each other," there was an ambiguity in his tone that only adults could understand.

Another low chuckle rippled through the conference room.

Su Wanci's face turned even redder.

"Our school also has majors that suit you."

The female teacher from Fudan University took over the conversation, her tone becoming exceptionally sincere.

"A score of 660 gives you a wide range of options at Fudan University. And—if you'd like, we can provide double rooms."

The moment the words "double room" were uttered, the laughter in the meeting room grew even louder.

Su Wanci's ears turned red.

Although our school doesn't have double dorm rooms...

Professor Li from Tsinghua University said with a smile, his tone conveying a sense of "I've seen through everything."

"But we have a mentorship program for new students, and we can be assigned the same mentor—which facilitates communication."

The meaningful pause between "same mentor" and "easy communication" turned the laughter in the meeting room into a commotion.

Su Wanci wished she could disappear into a crack in the ground.

But a strange feeling was churning inside her.

She had never been treated like this before.

It wasn't because of her grades, nor because of her abilities, but because she was standing next to someone.

Because that person cares about her, the admissions officers at these prestigious universities also started to care about her, about which university she wanted to attend, about whether she could be in the same city as that person, and even about whether she could live in a "double room".

This is completely different from her worldview over the past eighteen years.

In her understanding.

The college entrance examination is a battle fought alone, with scores as the only weapon. University admission is a fair, ruthless game that only looks at numbers.

She had already done her homework on which schools she could get into and which she couldn't with a score of 660.

Those schools have very clear admission criteria: one point higher and it's heaven, one point lower and it's hell, with no room for negotiation.

But now, the people in this meeting room are telling her—the rules can be changed.

Special recruitment quota.

Double room.

Same tutor.

These words swirled in her mind, each one like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples upon ripples.

She suddenly felt a little lost.

It's not because there are too many choices.

It's not because she doesn't know—whether these "preferential treatments" are what she deserves, or because she was given them simply because she stood next to Chen Mo.

She couldn't tell the difference.

She looked up at Chen Mo.

There was something in her eyes that she rarely showed—not strength, not stubbornness, not the bravado of "I'm fine," but a real, naked bewilderment.

"I don't know," she said with her eyes.

Chen Mo understood.

He paused for two seconds, then turned around to face the admissions officers who were still enthusiastically promoting their school.

"Dear teachers."

His voice wasn't loud, but it was very clear.

"Alright, let's think about it carefully over the next few days, and we'll give you an answer in three days."

The sounds in the conference room suddenly ceased.

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