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The mobilization meeting in the auditorium lasted for about half an hour.

Two people spoke on stage: a student representative and the director of academic affairs.

The student representative spoke about "how to adjust one's mindset in the final year of high school".

The academic affairs director talked about "time planning for the senior year of high school".

They spoke earnestly, their speeches were long, and their tone was sincere, but the audience was hardly listening anymore.

Their ears were still lingering on that poem—"The lamp burns at midnight, the rooster crows at dawn; this is the time for a man to study."

Their eyes were still fixed on the boy in the white T-shirt.

He sat in the front row, his profile illuminated by the sunlight, his expression calm.

The conference has finally come to an end.

The students poured out of the lecture hall like a tide.

Some people are still discussing that poem.

Someone asked, "Has Senior Chen Mo left yet?"

Someone was running around in the corridor trying to get Chen Mo's autograph.

Principal Wang stepped down from the stage and walked up to Chen Mo.

"Chen Mo, thank you for today. Your poem is more effective than a hundred of my words."

Chen Mo stood up and nodded slightly. "You're too kind, Principal."

"You're welcome, you're welcome."

Principal Wang waved his hand.

"I'm telling the truth."

"You have no idea, when I was on stage watching you write that poem, the eyes of all the children in the audience lit up."

"I've been a principal for so many years, and I've never seen that kind of look in their eyes."

He paused, then his tone became serious.

"That wasn't the way you looked at a senior student; it was the way you looked in a direction. You gave them a direction."

Chen Mo did not respond.

Su Wanci stood next to him, watching Principal Wang's expression.

Suddenly I realized that the old man wasn't just being polite.

He genuinely believed that.

Principal Wang expressed his gratitude a few more times, then asked, "Should I have the driver take you?"

Chen Mo glanced at Su Wanci. Su Wanci glanced at him back. Neither of them spoke, but it was as if they had said everything.

"No,"

Chen Mo turned around and said to Principal Wang.

"We want to go back. To experience high school life again."

Principal Wang paused for a moment, then smiled.

"Okay, let's walk back. You've been walking that road behind the school for three years, and you probably won't have many chances to walk it again."

He patted Chen Mo's shoulder, the force neither too light nor too heavy, carrying the warmth of an elder.

"Be careful on the road, and let me know when you arrive."

"it is good."

The two walked out of the administration building and out of the school gate.

I walked onto the road behind the school, which was lined with sycamore trees on both sides.

They walked this road for three years.

From the first year of high school to the third year, from autumn to summer, from the yellowing of the sycamore leaves to the greening of the sycamore leaves.

The two walked for a while without saying a word.

Su Wanci finally broke the silence. "That poem you wrote today... you're definitely going to be famous again."

Chen Mo had his hands in his pockets and walked at a moderate pace.

Whether it's popular or not doesn't matter.

"Don't you care?"

Su Wanci turned her head to look at him.

"With so many people following you online, you can trend on social media with just a casual remark. Don't you feel... a lot of pressure?"

Chen Mo thought for a moment.

"Pressure? What pressure? I'm not living for them."

Su Wanci looked at him for two seconds, then smiled.

"You can be really infuriating sometimes. Everyone else dreams of becoming famous, but after you became famous, you said 'I don't care'."

That's because they've never been famous.

Chen Mo said, "Once you've been famous, you'll realize it's just like that."

Su Wanci was momentarily speechless at his words, then burst out laughing.

"Could you please stop using 'it's just so-so' every time?"

"If you give a speech on stage and say 'it's nothing special,' if you become famous and say 'it's nothing special,' will you still say 'it's nothing special' even if you win the Nobel Prize?"

Chen Mo thought about it seriously. "The Nobel Prize is actually quite possible."

"I was just using an example!"

"Oh. If that's the case, then it's 'just so-so'."

Su Wanci laughed so hard she bent over, laughing so hard she could barely walk, and had to lean against a sycamore tree by the roadside to catch her breath.

Chen Mo stopped, stood next to her, and waited for her to finish laughing.

Su Wanci straightened up, wiped away the tears of laughter from the corners of her eyes, and suddenly said something that Chen Mo did not expect.

"Chen Mo, do you know when I started to feel that you were different?"

Chen Mo looked at her without saying a word.

"It wasn't the time to get a perfect score on the college entrance exam, nor was it the time to write 'Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng,' nor the time to write 'Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River.'"

She looked into his eyes and spoke very softly.

"It was when you posted that TikTok video saying 'It's easy if you have hands'."

Everyone thinks you're showing off, but I know you're not.

"You genuinely believe that those things are easy for you. It's not because you're arrogant, it's because you really can do them. That kind of composure can't be faked."

Chen Mo was silent for a moment. "Maybe."

He said.

Su Wanci didn't say anything more. She turned around and continued walking forward.

Chen Mo followed, walking on her left, with a fist's distance between them.

Meanwhile, the internet has exploded.

The live stream footage from Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School was recorded, edited, and accompanied by background music, and then spread like a virus.

Douyin, Weibo, Bilibili, and Xiaohongshu.

It's trending on all platforms.

At the same time, the same entry appeared: "Chen Mo encourages learning".

It's not "Chen Mo's New Poems".

It is not "Chen Mo's speech".

It is "encouraging learning".

These two words are like a key.

It unlocked the memories of millions of people.

Those early mornings spent memorizing texts, those late nights spent studying for exams.

Those phrases that teachers and parents have repeated countless times, "You must work hard."

At this moment, it all condensed into twenty-eight characters.

On Weibo, an education blogger with three million followers posted a long article.

"After listening to Chen Mo's 'Exhortation to Learning,' I remained silent for a long time. Not because the poem was particularly profound, but because it was so simple and unadorned."

"It's so simple that you think, 'I could write that too,' but you can't, because you're not Chen Mo."

"You don't have his ability to turn the most ordinary truths into the most moving poems. 'The lamp burns at midnight, the rooster crows at dawn'—who doesn't know that line?"

"But only he wrote it into a poem. 'One who does not know the importance of studying hard when one's hair is black will regret it when one's hair is white.'"

"Who doesn't understand this principle? But only he can turn it into a visual image, an image that keeps you awake at night after you see it. That's the difference between a genius and an ordinary person. Ordinary people understand the principle, but geniuses bring it to life."

This Weibo post was forwarded 200,000 times within an hour of being published.

In the comments section, someone said, "After listening to this poem, I called my mom and said, 'Mom, thank you for pushing me to study before.'"

Some people say, "I'm a freshman this year. After hearing this poem, I suddenly want to go back and repeat my senior year."

Some people say, "I worked for five years, and after hearing this poem, I decided to take the postgraduate entrance exam."

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