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But Su Wanci and Chen Mo are neighbors.

We grew up together, our two families living next to each other by a wall.

How close were the original owner and Su Wanci? Su Wanci would bring an extra breakfast and place it on Chen Mo's desk every morning.

When Chen Mo failed his exam, Su Wanci would help him explain the questions he got wrong, even though he still couldn't understand them.

Zhao Tianyu pursued Su Wanci for an entire semester.

Flowers, chocolates, and concert tickets were sent to Su Wanci, but she returned them all without even opening the packaging.

And Su Wanci's reason for rejecting him.

It's said that he only said one sentence: "I have someone I like."

Zhao Tianyu knew who that person was even with a fool's eyes.

That's why he hates Chen Mo.

I hate this academic underachiever who has the worst grades, average looks, and a modest family background.

What makes her so special that she could win Su Wanci's favor?

She hated that he would always smile and ask Su Wanci for the answers after each exam.

Su Wanci not only didn't look down on him, but also patiently explained everything to him one by one.

They hate that he is nothing, yet possesses something that Zhao Tianyu could never buy with any amount of money.

This hatred would surface after every exam.

Because exams are when Chen Mo is at his most vulnerable, and Zhao Tianyu loves to see Chen Mo in his vulnerable state.

The group chat was silent for about ten seconds, and no one responded to Zhao Tianyu's message.

Then Su Wanci appeared.

Her profile picture was a side view, with soft lighting, and her jawline was as delicate as porcelain.

She doesn't speak often in the group, but every time she does, the atmosphere in the group changes.

Su Wanci: "What's wrong with seven hundred words?"

Six words, a question mark, no extra expressions, no interjections.

But everyone could sense what was behind this message—the need for protection.

Zhao Tianyu probably didn't expect Su Wanci to come out so quickly, and it took him more than ten seconds to reply.

"No, Wanci, I'm just telling the truth. Seven hundred words is indeed a short amount for a college entrance exam essay; it might not even be enough to stay on topic. Am I wrong?"

Su Wanci: "What he writes is none of your business!"

When those nine words were sent, the group was silent for a full half minute.

No one dared to speak.

Zhao Tianyu did not reply.

Chen Mo leaned back on the sofa, looking at Su Wanci's profile picture on the screen, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

This girl.

From the original owner's memories, he knew that Su Wanci had been like this since she was a child.

When Chen Mo is bullied, she is always the first to stand up for him.

When they were in elementary school, a boy snatched Chen Mo's pencil case, so Su Wanci threw the boy's schoolbag off the third floor.

In junior high school, some classmates mocked Chen Mo for his poor grades.

During a class meeting, Su Wanci said in front of the whole class, "He works harder than all of you."

Later, when I grew up...

She stopped throwing her schoolbag and stopped arguing with people in class meetings.

She became quiet, poised, and polite, and her smile was gentle and sweet, like a polished pearl.

But only Chen Mo knew.

Inside that pearl is still that little girl who dared to throw her schoolbag from the third floor back then.

He found it somewhat amusing.

If he really was that academically challenged person from the original body.

At this moment, they would probably be moved to tears.

Then they would say a bunch of things in the group, like "Thank you for your help" and "I will definitely work harder in the future."

But he is not.

This kind of ambiguity and protection on campus.

It was like a cup of warm honey water to him—sweet, but not intoxicating.

He planned to turn off his phone and go eat.

Just as his thumb was about to touch the lock screen button, another message popped up in the group chat.

Su Wanci: "Chen Mo."

She tagged him separately.

Chen Mo's hand froze in mid-air.

Then he saw that Su Wanci had posted a message—

"If you do poorly on the exam, I'm willing to repeat a year with you."

When that sentence was sent, it was as if someone had pressed the pause button on the group chat.

No one sent a message.

No one posted an emoji.

Everyone stared at the screen, at that line of text.

I felt envious, even a little jealous.

Su Wanci, a top-three student in her grade and a potential candidate for Tsinghua or Peking University, said she was willing to accompany a struggling student who was repeating a year of high school.

Everyone understands what this means.

Chen Mo stared at the words, his thumb hovering above the screen for three seconds.

Then he sighed.

I typed a line of text.

"It's okay, I'm confident. Just do your best on the next exam."

After this sentence was sent.

Su Wanci replied with a single word.

"it is good."

But after that "good" comes a period.

It's not an exclamation mark, it's not an ellipsis, it's a proper period.

Chen Mo knew what this meant.

This means she doesn't believe it.

She thought he was just putting on a brave face, that he was trying to comfort her, and that he simply didn't want to be a burden to her.

Chen Mo smiled.

Fine, believe it or not.

We'll know when the results come out.

He turned off his phone.

I got up, took out the fried rice from the microwave, and sat down at the table to eat it slowly.

The fried rice has gotten a little cold.

The rice was a little hard, and the eggs were overcooked.

The scallions were also chopped into different sizes.

But the taste was surprisingly good, with a perfect balance of saltiness and a kind of unpretentious warmth that can only be found in homemade dishes.

He ate while thinking about what had just happened.

Zhao Tianyu's sarcasm was nothing more than a tickle to him.

An eighteen-year-old boy.

Making sarcastic remarks in the group chat because the girl he liked was taken by someone else—if this happened in his high school days in his previous life, he might have been so angry that he couldn't sleep.

But now?

He just thought it was childish.

Zhao Tianyu said, "You dare to say seven hundred words?"

Seven hundred words.

He wrote the "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng".

The finest example of parallel prose throughout history.

The "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng" that reads, "The sunset glows and the lone wild goose flies together; the autumn water blends with the vast sky."

The Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng, which reads, "The passes and mountains are difficult to cross; who will mourn the lost traveler? We meet by chance, all strangers in a foreign land."

If Zhao Tianyu knew what he wrote in his essay, he probably wouldn't have said something like, "You have the nerve to say 700 words?"

Of course, Zhao Tianyu wouldn't know.

The examiners will know.

Everyone will know when the scores are released.

Thinking about this, Chen Mo suddenly found it a little funny.

"These bumpkins,"

He muttered something under his breath, so quietly that only he could hear it.

"I had no idea of ​​the power of the greatest parallel prose in history."

Two days later.

When the bell rang to signal the end of the last exam.

The entire examination center seemed to have been put on play—countless people stood up at the same time, and the sounds of chairs scraping against the floor, cheers, sighs, and cries mingled together, creating a cacophony of noise.

Chen Mo walked out of the examination room, the sunlight making him squint slightly.

He stood on the steps in front of the teaching building and took a deep breath.

ended.

Regardless of the outcome, this matter is now closed.

He followed the flow of people toward the school gate, hearing all sorts of sounds along the way—

"Finally, we're free!!!"

"I checked the answers, and I got one multiple-choice question wrong in the combined science section. I want to die."

"Stop comparing answers, the exam's over and done with it. Let's go to the internet cafe!"

"I want to cry... I feel like I failed the exam..."

"Mom! I finished my exams! I want to eat hot pot!"

Chen Mo walked through the crowd and out of the school gate.

The entrance was still crowded with parents.

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