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The pace of things is getting faster and faster online.

Liu Zhiyuan was like a shark that had smelled blood.

One video a day, and every single one of them questions Chen Mo.

From "fake perfect score on the college entrance exam" to "ghostwriting of 'Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River'", from "the team behind it" to "capital packaging".

His arguments became increasingly outrageous, but the number of views kept increasing.

In the comments section, those who believed him and those who didn't were locked in a fierce battle, like two groups of ants fighting over a cookie.

Teacher Zhang from Peking University's admissions office couldn't stand it anymore.

She didn't see it while browsing Weibo.

It was a colleague from the publicity department of Peking University who called to ask.

"Teacher Zhang, isn't Chen Mo a freshman at our school? With things getting so messed up online, shouldn't we say something?"

After thinking about it, Teacher Zhang felt that it was indeed necessary to take action.

She picked up her phone and dialed Chen Mo's number.

The phone rang four times, then I answered it.

"Hello, Teacher Zhang."

Chen Mo's voice came through the receiver, carrying a hint of afternoon laziness, like a cat basking in the sun.

Teacher Zhang cut to the chase: "Chen Mo, have you seen the online discussions?"

"I saw it."

"Do you need us to step in? Peking University can issue an official statement confirming your college entrance examination scores and admission status. Aren't those people saying you're faking it? We'll stand up for you and see what they have to say then."

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

Then Chen Mo said something in a nonchalant tone: "No need, Teacher Zhang. I just enjoy watching them argue."

Teacher Zhang was stunned for a moment. "...What?"

"Think about it,"

A hint of amusement crept into Chen Mo's voice.

"A group of mediocre people spend hours, days, or even months arguing about a topic that has nothing to do with them."

"They researched, wrote long articles, recorded videos, and attacked each other—and what was the result? I ate and slept as usual, without lifting a finger. Don't you find that amusing?"

Teacher Zhang opened her mouth, but for a moment she didn't know what to say.

Having worked in student admissions for so many years, she has seen students of all kinds of personalities.

Humble, proud, nervous, relaxed.

But I've never seen anything like this before.

I was scolded for half a month, but instead of getting angry, I treated it as a comedy.

"and,"

Chen Mo continued, his tone becoming more relaxed.

"If I let Peking University speak out, they'll say things like 'Peking University has been bought off' or 'Peking University is also controlled by capital.' Do you believe it? They can always find an angle to argue about. So it's better to let them argue until they get annoyed themselves and naturally quiet down."

Teacher Zhang was silent for a moment, then smiled.

"You're quite optimistic."

It's not that I'm open-minded, it's that I'm too lazy to think about it.

Chen Mo said, "Teacher Zhang, don't worry. I won't let these things affect my mood. But there's something I'd like to ask you—"

"What is it?"

"Is the food good in Peking University's cafeteria?"

Teacher Zhang burst out laughing at his unexpected turn of events.

"It's delicious. You'll see when you get here."

"Alright. I'll go for the food."

Teacher Zhang hung up the phone, leaned back in her chair, and shook her head.

She said to her colleague next to her, "This Chen Mo is really a fascinating person."

When her colleague asked what was wrong, she recounted the conversation they had just had.

My colleague laughed after hearing this: "After being criticized by the entire internet for half a month, all you're thinking about is whether the food in Peking University's cafeteria is good? I'm impressed by your mentality."

Teacher Zhang smiled, picked up her phone, and sent a message to Chen Mo.

"Peking University will always be your support. Also, you're welcome to come. By the way, when would be a good time for you to write us a poem or a lyric? The anniversary celebration is coming up soon, and the publicity department keeps talking about you."

After sending the message, she added another sentence.

"Don't force yourself. It's okay if you can't write anything. There's still plenty of food in the cafeteria."

Chen Mo replied with two words: "Okay."

There was neither a yes nor a no, it was simply "okay".

Looking at those two words, Teacher Zhang suddenly realized that this student was even more interesting than she had imagined.

A few days later, it was time to fill out college application forms.

Chen Mo and Su Wanci arranged to meet at an internet cafe near the school.

It's not an internet cafe.

It's the "internet cafe" that Su Wanci mentioned, the kind with sofas, air conditioning, and milk tea.

Su Wanci said, "My home computer is too slow. What if it freezes when I submit it?"

Chen Mo said, "You just want to drink milk tea." Su Wanci blushed slightly but did not deny it.

The two sat side by side on the sofa, each with a computer in front of them.

Su Wanci's screen had already opened the login page for the college application system, while Chen Mo's screen was still on the desktop, with a default blue landscape picture as the wallpaper.

"Why haven't you logged in yet?" Su Wanci turned her head and glanced at him.

"No rush."

Chen Mo said, "Let the system slow down first; it probably didn't expect me to come."

Su Wanci rolled her eyes. "Stop talking nonsense and hurry up."

Chen Mo slowly entered his admission ticket number, password, and verification code.

He typed quite fast, but his leisurely typing style made Su Wanci want to hit him.

She held back and turned to fill out her own.

The two were quiet for a while, with only the clicking of the keyboard and the hum of the fan from the machine next to them.

After Su Wanci filled in the basic information, she got to the section for selecting a university.

She stared at the blank box, her fingers hovering above the keyboard, suddenly unsure whether she should type it or not.

Peking University.

She knew Chen Mo had secured this spot for her, and she knew it was an opportunity that many people could only dream of, but her fingers still paused for a moment.

"Chen Mo."

"Um."

What major did you choose?

"Chinese Literature Department"

Chen Mo said in a flat tone, as if he were saying, "We're having rice today."

Su Wanci turned her head and glanced at him.

"Didn't you say you were interested in computers?"

"I am interested. But the Chinese department is close to the cafeteria."

"...Did you choose your major based on its distance from the cafeteria?"

"No, not exactly."

Chen Mo thought for a moment, "The Chinese Literature Department doesn't need to do experiments. I'm lazy."

Su Wanci looked at his serious face.

It was hard to tell if he was serious or joking.

She decided not to ask anymore because she found Chen Mo's way of speaking to be very peculiar.

The truth sounds like a joke, and a joke sounds like the truth; if you don't know him, you can't tell the difference at all.

"And you?" Chen Mo asked.

Department of Economics and Management

Su Wanci said, "I checked, and the teaching building of the Department of Economics and Management is not far from the Department of Chinese Literature."

After she finished speaking, she immediately turned back to stare at the screen, her ears turning slightly red.

Chen Mo glanced at her, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Oh, so you chose your major based on how far it was from the Chinese Literature department."

"No!" Su Wanci's voice rose a half-octave. "I am genuinely interested in economics and management!"

"I didn't say you weren't interested in economics and management."

That's exactly what you meant by your tone!

"What tone did I use?"

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