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There was a moment of silence in the audience.

Then a burst of cheers and applause erupted.

Some people whistled, some shouted "Mo Shen is awesome," and some slammed their fists on the table.

The host quickly gestured for everyone to quiet down, and it took a while for the crowd to calm down.

After the applause subsided, Chen Mo continued speaking.

"You might not have listened to what the teachers just said, but I did."

A low chuckle rippled through the audience.

"They're right. Studying hard, being filial to your parents, respecting your teachers—these are all correct. But you don't want to hear that, right?"

He looked at the students below the stage with a calm gaze.

"Because you've been listening to this for three years, from the first year of high school to the second year, and from the second year to the third year, your ears are calloused. You want to hear something different."

Someone shouted from the audience.

"right!"

Chen Mo's lips curled up slightly.

"Then I won't say anything more."

He paused for a moment and glanced at Su Wanci sitting in the audience.

Su Wanci was looking at him, her eyes shining.

He looked away and turned to face the students below the stage.

"Actually, I'm just like you."

He said.

"Three years ago, I was sitting here listening to senior students give speeches. At that time, I thought, I wish I could stand up there someday."

Some people in the audience laughed.

"I never thought I'd actually make it to the top today."

Chen Mo glanced down at the podium beneath his feet, then gently stomped on it.

"It's just so-so."

The audience burst into laughter.

Laughter echoed from the first row to the last.

The sound traveled from the lecture hall into the corridor.

Some people laughed so hard they were lying on the table, some laughed so hard they were slapping their thighs, and some laughed until tears streamed down their faces.

The phrase "It's just so-so" came out of Chen Mo's mouth.

The tone was so flat it was as if he were saying

"The braised pork in the cafeteria was alright today."

But it's precisely because it's so mundane that it's so funny.

Principal Wang sat in the first row.

Looking at the boy in the white T-shirt on the stage.

The smile on his face spread from the corners of his mouth to the corners of his eyes.

His eyes narrowed to slits, and the creases at the corners of his eyes resembled an open folding fan.

The vice principal next to him came over.

He lowered his voice and said, "This kid is so interesting."

Principal Wang nodded without saying anything.

But in his heart he was thinking—he wasn't "too interesting".

He is "terrifying".

An eighteen-year-old boy, standing in front of hundreds of people, is neither nervous nor stage-frightened, does not speak platitudes or shout slogans, and can still make the whole audience laugh like this.

This ability to control the situation is not innate; it's a talent.

In the live stream room, the barrage of comments was flying everywhere.

"Hahahaha, 'It's just so-so'—Mo Shen, that's enough!"

"If I could stand on that stage, I could brag about it for the rest of my life. He said, 'It's nothing special.'"

"That's the difference between geniuses and ordinary people. Ordinary people see going on stage as the pinnacle of life, while geniuses see going on stage as stepping on the floor."

"Look at his expression—he's serious! He's not joking! He genuinely thinks 'it's just so-so'!"

"I'm convinced. I'm truly convinced. Not by his talent, but by his attitude."

"Silent God: Giving a speech on stage? Oh, okay, it's not that hard anyway."

"I took a screenshot of the principal's smile. It's the smile of an old father looking at his son."

The number of viewers in the live stream has exceeded 600,000 and is still climbing.

Teacher Liu, who was in charge of the live broadcast, frantically adjusted the camera.

It switches between wide shots and close-ups.

But his eyes remained fixed on the boy's face on the screen, unwilling to look away.

As Chen Mo and the others finished laughing, a sudden, urgent plot twist occurred! They were about to continue speaking.

Just then, in the middle left corner of the lecture hall.

A girl with a ponytail suddenly stood up.

Her face turned bright red, and her voice was so loud that the entire lecture hall could hear it.

"Senior Chen Mo! Can I ask you a question?"

The entire room fell silent.

All eyes turned from Chen Mo to the girl.

The classmate next to her tugged at her clothes, trying to get her to sit down, but she didn't.

Chen Mo looked at her and nodded.

"Ask away."

The girl's face turned even redder, red all the way to the roots of her neck.

She took a deep breath, as if she were using up all the courage she had in her life.

Then he asked it out loud.

"Senior, do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend?"

A huge commotion erupted from the crowd.

Whistles and laughter mingled together.

Someone shouted, "That's a good question."

Someone shouted, "I want to know too!"

Someone shouted, "Junior, you are a warrior!"

The girl's face was already as red as it could possibly be.

But she didn't sit down; she stood there, waiting for an answer.

Chen Mo glanced at her, then smiled.

That smile wasn't an awkward one, but a very genuine one.

"No," he said.

The entire room fell silent again.

"But I already have my goddess Luo."

The silence was drowned out by an even louder commotion.

Some people jumped up from their seats, some screamed, and some shouted, "I knew it!"

The girl who stood up covered her mouth.

Another boy in the audience shouted at the top of his lungs, "Senior! Was that 'Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River' written for someone you like?"

Chen Mo looked in that direction and nodded.

"yes."

The audience erupted for the third time.

This time it was bigger than the previous two, so big that Principal Wang had to stand up and gesture to quiet everyone down.

But he made the gestures several times before his voice gradually faded away.

All eyes were on Chen Mo.

Everyone wore the same expression—gossip.

Hundreds of people, hundreds of pairs of eyes, hundreds of faces were filled with "And then?" "Who is it?" "Tell us!"

Chen Mo did not say anything.

He glanced at Su Wanci below the stage, then looked away and faced the audience again.

"alright."

His voice wasn't loud, but it was clear, like a knife cutting through all the noise.

"Let's not talk about that anymore, let's get down to business."

Su Wanci sat in the audience, head down, her fingers twisting the hem of her skirt until her knuckles turned white.

Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like someone was drumming in her chest.

Her ears were so red they looked like they were about to bleed, and the redness spread from the tips of her ears to her cheeks, and from her cheeks to her neck.

The chat room was buzzing with excitement.

"Aaaaaaah, he admitted it!!!"

"The Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River was truly written for someone I love!!!"

"I've already found my goddess Luo"—I've taken a screenshot of that sentence, and I'm going to frame it.

"Who is that girl? Is she the one in the white shirt sitting in the front row?"

"It's definitely her! Look at her profile, she's so red!"

"Mo Shen, can you just tell us who it is? We're getting impatient!"

"Have you noticed that when he said 'yes,' his tone was particularly gentle? It's completely different from when he said 'any hands will do.'"

"That's the power of love."

"No, that's the literary talent of love. Ordinary people post about their love on social media, while geniuses write 'Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River' when they're in love."

"Now I finally understand why he could write 'graceful as a startled swan, lithe as a swimming dragon'—because the person he likes really looks like that."

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