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Mr. Chen opened his mouth, then closed it again.

But in his mind, he was ranting and raving.

You taught them?

When did you teach it?

I taught him math problems when he was a child.

I taught him to ride a bicycle.

I also taught him to swim.

What did you teach him?

How can I teach him to eat snacks without blinking?

Should I encourage him to watch TV instead of doing his homework?

But he didn't say.

He dared not say it.

He simply picked up the bottle of beer, which had already warmed up, and took a sip.

"You taught him."

He silently thought to himself, "Fine, you taught him."

The corner of his mouth curled up slightly.

Then he laughed.

Dozens of meters away, Aunt Chen was standing under a parasol, her phone pressed to her ear, her expression subtle.

"Yes, yes, it's Chen Mo, my nephew... yes, the one who took the college entrance exam this year... his results? They were exceptionally good! Tsinghua and Peking University both called!... Yes, it's that Chen Mo, the one whose grades weren't so good before... yes, yes, I didn't expect this either..."

She hung up the phone and dialed another one.

"Hey? Auntie? I need to tell you something, our Chen Mo..."

With each phone call she made, her tone changed slightly.

The first phone call was tinged with resentment, the third was already accompanied by a smile, and by the fifth, she spoke the words "our Chen Mo" fluently and clearly, as if Chen Mo's excellent grades were the fruit of her own labor.

Her aunt watched her from the side, her lips twitching slightly, but she didn't say anything.

She herself has already made several phone calls.

"Yes, yes, it's Chen Mo, my nephew..."

Under the parasol, the topic had completely changed.

No one mentions Xiao Jie, who scored over 600 points, anymore.

No one is saying "Tsinghua is in trouble" anymore.

No one asked anymore, "How many points did your Chen Mo estimate?"

All the voices converged in the same direction.

Tsinghua and Peking Universities are vying for him.

This news caused an uproar in the family group chat.

It caused an uproar among the tour group.

It exploded in that small community in my hometown.

Did you know? Old Chen's son got the highest score in the country in the college entrance examination.

Meanwhile, "Old Chen's son" was sitting on his bed in his bedroom.

The phone was switched hands, and I scrolled to another name in the contacts.

Suzhou porcelain.

He pressed it.

He answered after it rang twice, as if he had been holding the phone the whole time.

"Feed?"

Su Wanci's voice came through the receiver, sounding like she was resting.

Chen Mo leaned against the headboard.

The voice was flat, as if it were about something that had been decided long ago.

"Have you thought about what I just asked you?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

"You mean...which university?"

"Um."

It was quiet for a while.

Chen Mo could hear the background noise from her side.

It was very quiet, probably because it was inside a room, with the curtains drawn and only the hum of the air conditioner.

"I'm fine with anything."

Su Wanci's voice was very soft, as if she was afraid of disturbing something.

"You know my grades... I estimate 660 points, so there are only a few schools I can choose from."

"Not like you..."

She didn't continue.

But Chen Mo understood the meaning behind the ellipsis.

Unlike you, who can choose any school and is always in demand.

"so."

Her voice became even softer, almost drowned out by the hum of the air conditioner.

"It's up to you. Wherever you go, I'll choose the one nearby."

"I've made up my mind," Chen Mo said.

Upon hearing this...

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

"real?"

Su Wanci's voice rose slightly, tinged with curiosity.

"Um."

"where?"

Chen Mo did not answer.

He simply said, "You'll find out tomorrow."

Then he hung up the phone.

Su Wanci stared at her phone screen for a long time.

There were only four words on the screen.

"Call ended."

She turned over and buried her face in the pillow.

"You'll find out tomorrow," she repeated to herself, then closed her eyes.

Jiangcheng.

A room in a chain hotel.

Teacher Zhang from the Peking University Admissions Office sat on the edge of the bed, with a laptop computer spread out on the small round table in front of him.

The screen displays Chen Mo's detailed information—grades, school, and scores in each subject. Each column is marked with a red asterisk, indicating "highest priority."

She has been sitting in this room for two hours.

The phone is on the table.

The screen is facing upwards.

She stared at the dark screen, her mind filled with the same question—how to win over Chen Mo?

It's not a matter of whether or not.

What is it?

The dean called in the afternoon, his tone unusually harsh.

"Xiao Zhang, let me make this clear—you must win over this student. Whatever his conditions, whatever his demands, as long as it doesn't violate your principles, agree to everything. Do you understand?"

"I understand," she said.

But what she didn't say was that this task might be ten times more difficult than the dean imagined.

It's not that Chen Mo is difficult to deal with, it's that the competitors are too difficult to deal with.

Professor Li from Tsinghua University knows her too well.

They're old rivals; we meet every year during the college entrance exam season, and each time it's a fierce battle.

She was certainly aware of the conditions Tsinghua University had offered.

Full scholarships, independent choice of major, one-on-one doctoral supervision, and full funding for overseas study.

After reading it, she had only one thought in her mind:

With these conditions, I'm even tempted to switch jobs myself.

Fudan University's offer is equally impressive, directly offering "a year-long exchange program at Cambridge during undergraduate studies, all expenses covered."

With these conditions, I'm even tempted to switch jobs myself.

Fudan University's offer is equally impressive, directly offering "a year-long exchange program at Cambridge during undergraduate studies, all expenses covered."

Zhejiang University goes even further, saying things like "Academicians personally mentor undergraduates, who then enter national key laboratories."

What can she use to fight?

Peking University's reputation is certainly strong, but Tsinghua University's reputation is just as strong.

Under the same conditions, all she could do was be more sincere and patient than others.

She sighed, got out of bed, walked to the window, and drew back the curtains.

The phone lay on the table, its screen silent, as if mocking her helplessness.

She turned and walked back to the table.

I picked up my phone and glanced at it—no missed calls, no new messages.

She put down her phone, sat down, rested her hands on her forehead, and closed her eyes.

"Chen Mo,"

She silently asked herself, "What exactly do you want?"

The room was so quiet that only the hum of the air conditioner could be heard.

She maintained this position for about two minutes.

Until my phone suddenly vibrated.

She opened her eyes and glanced at the screen.

An unfamiliar number.

She answered the phone, her voice carrying a hint of professional politeness.

Hello.

"Is this Teacher Zhang? This is Chen Mo."

Teacher Zhang gripped her phone tightly.

Her back straightened unconsciously, and her previous posture vanished completely in a second.

Her eyes lit up, and her pupils dilated slightly.

"Chen Mo!"

Her voice was half a tone higher than usual.

But it was quickly brought under control.

Don't be too enthusiastic, or you'll scare him away.

But you can't be too indifferent, or it will seem like you don't value it.

She had practiced this sense of proportion for over a decade, but at this moment she still felt unsure.

"Hello, hello, I didn't expect you to call. Have you thought it through?"

"I've thought it through."

Chen Mo's voice was calm.

Teacher Zhang's hands were trembling.

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

"you say."

I want to go to Peking University.