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Within the first hour of its online release, "The Song of the Pipa" garnered over 50 million views.

In the second hour, it broke 100 million.

By the third hour, there was no need to look at the data anymore, because the trending topics on all platforms were flooded with the same person, the same song, and the same name.

The comments under that video, which only had the word "Okay," poured in like a waterfall, dozens per second, making it impossible to read them all.

But what truly made Su Wanci laugh out loud was...

It's not about those views, those trending topics, or those record-breaking statistics.

It was a comment from a high school student.

The comment was quite long, but the first few lines made Su Wanci laugh.

"Great! With this song, the teacher no longer worries about me not being able to memorize 'The Song of the Pipa'! I've already listened to it five times! I've memorized the first four lines! At this rate, I can memorize it after listening to it twenty more times! Senior Chen Mo, you're my god!"

Su Wanci lay on the bed in the guesthouse, her legs swinging in the air.

He held up his phone to show Chen Mo the comment.

Chen Mo leaned against the headboard reading a book, glanced at the comment, and his lips twitched slightly.

"If you listen to it five times and only remember four lines, and the whole poem has more than 600 characters, he probably needs to listen to it several hundred times."

Su Wanci rolled her eyes.

"Chen Mo, can you please stop ruining the atmosphere? People are praising you, but you're calculating how many times they need to hear it before they can memorize it. The student's point was 'The teacher no longer worries about me not being able to memorize it,' not that you wrote hundreds of words."

Chen Mo turned a page of the book. "Hmm."

Su Wanci stared at his face, threw her phone on the pillow, sat up in bed, leaned forward, and used her hand to block the page he was reading.

"Chen Mo, can't you say something to those students who like you? They've been shouting in the comments section for so long, and you haven't replied to a single word."

Chen Mo looked up at her.

"What do you want me to say?"

"You can say anything, like 'Memorize it well,' 'Keep it up,' or 'You guys are the best.'"

Chen Mo thought for a moment and said something that almost made Su Wanci jump out of bed.

"Then I'll say, 'Don't blame me if you can't memorize it.'"

Su Wanci was so angry that she snatched the book from his hand.

Chen Mo looked at her, his expression unchanged.

"It's no use for you to take it; I've remembered it all."

"You—never mind, I'm not talking to you anymore."

She turned around, picked up her phone, and continued scrolling.

But she wasn't angry anymore. She just thought Chen Mo was a bit cheeky, but his cheekiness was kind of cute.

She continued scrolling down the comments.

Apart from the student who said he needed to listen to "Pipa Xing" hundreds of times to memorize it.

There were even more comments in the comment section that left him both amused and exasperated.

A high school student said.

"Senior Chen Mo, we've memorized your 'Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng,' 'Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River,' 'Exhortation to Learning,' 'On the Love of Lotus,' and 'Jiang Cheng Zi.' We've also memorized the version of Bai Juyi's 'Pipa Ballad' that you sang. We haven't memorized your 'Looking at Mount Tai' yet, but we expect it will be soon."

"I want to ask you a question—are you an undercover agent sent by the Education Bureau?" This comment received millions of likes.

Another netizen wrote.

"Our Chinese teacher played 'The Song of the Pipa' for a whole class period today, and the whole class sang along for the entire period."

"When get out of class ended, the teacher said, 'From now on, you will use this song to memorize. We will check it next Monday, and whoever can't memorize it will have to copy the whole thing.'"

Su Wanci laughed until her stomach hurt as she read the comments.

She handed her phone to Chen Mo, who glanced at a few messages, a slight smile playing on his lips, but quickly looked away.

"I've finished reading, now it's time to return my book."

Su Wanci hid the book behind her back.

"You go first, what do you think of these comments?"

"fine."

"Where is it good?"

"As long as they're happy."

Su Wanci glared at him, swallowing back the words, "Do you even know how to speak?"

She returned the book to him and continued scrolling through her phone.

The popularity of "The Ballad of the Pipa" had not yet subsided when another piece of news exploded on the internet like a bomb.

The news comes from the official Douyin account of Mount Tai Scenic Area. The account usually posts videos that only get tens of thousands of views at most, mostly content like "Mount Tai Cloud Sea," "Mount Tai Sunrise," and "Warm Reminders for the Eighteen Bends of Mount Tai." But today, this account posted a video that garnered over ten million views in just one or two hours.

The video footage is taken from the summit of Mount Tai, specifically the Jade Emperor Peak.

Jade Emperor Peak is the highest point of Mount Tai, with an altitude of over 1,500 meters.

The picture shows several people, including the person in charge of the Taishan Scenic Area, leaders of the TA City Culture and Tourism Bureau, and an elderly man with gray hair.

The old man was wearing a dark gray Zhongshan suit and was holding a scroll in his hand. The scroll was made of mahogany and the ends of the scroll were carved with cloud patterns.

He slowly unrolled the scroll, revealing the characters inside—a work of calligraphy.

The black ink on white paper, the handwriting vigorous and powerful, each stroke as if carved into stone with a knife.

It is Chen Mo's poem "Looking at Mount Tai".

"How majestic is Mount Tai! Its verdant peaks stretch endlessly across Qi and Lu. Nature has bestowed upon it divine beauty, where it divides day and night. Clouds rise from its summit, stirring the heart; birds fly into view, piercing the eye. One day I will ascend to its highest peak and survey all the lesser mountains below."

In the video, the person in charge of the Taishan Scenic Area said something to the camera.

He stood atop the Jade Emperor Peak, with a surging sea of ​​clouds behind him. His voice was somewhat scattered by the wind, but every word was clear.

"Hello everyone. I am the person in charge of the Taishan Scenic Area Management Committee."

"Today, we are doing something here. A few days ago, a young man named Chen Mo spontaneously composed a poem called 'Looking at Mount Tai' when he reached the top of Mount Tai."

"Many of our staff members have read this poem, and after reading it, everyone had the same feeling. This poem was written for Mount Tai, or rather, Mount Tai has been waiting for this poem for more than a thousand years."

"Therefore, we made a decision. We invited Mr. Shen Yunzhang, a famous calligrapher, a senior member of the China Calligraphers Association, who is eighty years old, to personally copy down this poem 'Looking at Mount Tai,' and then have it engraved on a stele and permanently placed on the highest peak of Mount Tai—the Jade Emperor Peak."

"Let everyone who climbs Mount Tai see this poem. Let Mount Tai possess a 'Looking at Mount Tai' that belongs to this era."

The old man's hands trembled slightly, not because of his age, but because of his excitement.

He has written calligraphy all his life and inscribed poems for countless famous scenic spots and historical sites, but never before has he done so much as today.

Make him feel that what he is doing is meaningful.

He held up the scroll and showed it to the camera. The wind blew across the paper and the scroll swayed slightly, but he held it very steadily.

At the end of the video, the camera slowly zooms out, moving from the words on the scroll to the sea of ​​clouds above the Jade Emperor Peak.

The sea of ​​clouds surged from our feet all the way to the horizon. The sun peeked out from behind the clouds, its light spreading across the sea of ​​clouds and turning the entire area golden.