In the afternoon, the closing ceremony took place.
This event had nothing to do with the senior high school third-year students—they were all sent back to do test papers.
It was an activity exclusively for the first and second-year students.
"Now entering the field is Class 1 of Grade 1, stepping into everyone’s view with unwavering determination."
"Class 1, Class 1—absolutely extraordinary!"
The students of Class 1 wore their class uniforms and chanted their slogan.
But truth be told, their formation was rather ordinary.
Lin Mo had seen many abstract opening ceremony formations from other schools, though he didn’t quite understand why Guangba chose to hold this parade during the closing ceremony instead.
This was likely a tradition at Guangba, meant to keep the awards ceremony from feeling too dull.
Soon, it was Class 8’s turn.
"Class 8 people, Class 8 spirit, Class 8 strives to rise above the rest."
Lin Mo, holding the Class 8 sign, led the formation at the front.
As the class’s sports committee member, the task of carrying the sign naturally fell to him.
After circling the field, they returned to their designated spot.
Lin Mo stood at the front, setting down the Class 8 sign.
When the second-year students entered, the atmosphere was entirely different. Each class from Grade 2 had its own unique style.
The broadcast room had even prepared music in advance for them.
For example, Class 1 of Grade 2 marched in wearing full suits, their expressions carrying an inexplicable air of refined villainy.
The one holding the sign at the front was even dressed as an office lady in black stockings.
The sight drew waves of astonished murmurs from the first-year students.
Next came Class 2 with their Republic-era aesthetic.
Class 3 went all out with anime cosplay—characters from "One Piece," "Naruto," and "Bleach," the three major shounen series, all gathered together.
Class 8 of Grade 2 took it even further, with everyone dressed as Gold Saints from "Saint Seiya."
Since their homeroom teacher was a woman, she wore a wig and transformed into Athena.
None of this differed from Lin Mo’s memories.
First-year students were still naive, but the second-years came prepared.
In his past life, Lin Mo hadn’t been standing at the front, so he hadn’t seen everything clearly.
Now, looking back, it was downright hilarious.
Some classes even performed energetic song-and-dance routines.
Too bad this era didn’t yet have "Chicken Brother"—otherwise, someone would’ve definitely performed "Ji Ni Tai Mei."
Many first-year classes, inspired by the spectacle, were already brainstorming ideas for next year’s sports festival entrance.
Lin Mo turned to Chen Xiaoya.
"Teacher, is it always like this every year? The first-years don’t do anything special, and the second-years go all out?"
Chen Xiaoya smiled and nodded. "These are all your own ideas. We usually don’t interfere. After all, it’s only once a year, so the school doesn’t pay too much attention to it."
But they also didn’t go out of their way to remind the students.
Once all the entrance ceremonies were over, everyone took their seats on the stools arranged by the school.
Next came the awards ceremony.
The hosts were senior students from Grade 2, holding microphones and cue cards.
"Please welcome the top three winners of the men’s 50-meter dash for Grades 1 and 2... to the stage to receive their awards."
Six students from both grades immediately stepped up.
However, the vibe between the first and second-years was noticeably different.
The first-years wore simple class uniforms with their class names printed on them, while the second-years showed up as Sasuke and suit-clad gangsters.
In the realm of absurdity, it was downright explosive.
The principal and vice principals came forward to present the awards.
The principal handed out gold medals, while the vice principals awarded silver and bronze.
Of course, these were just ordinary alloy medals painted in different colors.
Almost every class managed to snag at least one award, ensuring no one went home empty-handed.
That was the advantage of having so many events.
"Please welcome the top three winners of the men’s 5,000-meter race for Grades 1 and 2... Lin Mo, AAB, AAC... to the stage to receive their awards."
Lin Mo stepped up to collect his medal and prize money.
The cash rewards were discreetly handed out in envelopes—no flashy displays.
Accepting the medal and envelope, Lin Mo received them with both hands and said sincerely, "Thank you, Principal!"
Shen Zhongping maintained a professional smile and gave a slight nod.
But he recognized Lin Mo.
"Your academic performance is excellent. Keep it up," he said, his smile warming just a fraction.
In Shen Zhongping’s eyes, a promising student like Lin Mo could very well be a future top scorer.
Though Guangba was a prestigious high school, it hadn’t produced a top scorer in four years.
At the very least, a city-level top scorer would be nice.
A provincial-level top scorer? Now that would be a crowning achievement for his tenure.
Lin Mo nodded earnestly.
"I understand. I really enjoy studying."
Shen Zhongping grinned and even gave Lin Mo’s shoulder a pat—a gesture none of the other winners received.
When Lin Mo returned to his seat, Fang Jun had somehow swapped places with someone in front.
"Hey, hey, Lao Mo, what did the principal say to you?"
"He told me to maintain my grades."
Hearing this, Fang Jun stroked his chin, finding it rather underwhelming.
Lin Jiajun, however, chuckled and said, "That’s because Lin Mo has the makings of a top scorer. The principal has high hopes for him—that’s why he said so much."
Lin Jiajun clearly had a better grasp of these subtle social cues and immediately explained the underlying meaning.
Fang Jun grinned and reached for Lin Mo’s gold medal.
"Lao Mo, let me see what the medal looks like."
Lin Mo didn’t mind and casually handed it over.
Later, Lin Mo went up again to collect gold medals for the javelin and shot put events.
The silver and bronze medalists for these events were all stocky, half-grown boys.
Only Lin Mo stood out with his well-proportioned physique.
Even Shen Zhongping couldn’t help but remark in amazement, "I’d heard you were incredibly strong, but seeing is believing."
Lin Mo smiled. "Just luck."
"Ah, young man, humility is good, but don’t overdo it—you’ll lose the vigor of youth."
"Then let’s call it skill with a bit of luck."
"Hahaha! Good, good. You’re an interesting one." Shen Zhongping made a mental note of this student.
When Lin Mo returned with his medals, Jiang Yunlu suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
"I want one too."
Lin Mo glanced at her.
"You’ll get your own soon. Why do you need mine?"
Even so, he handed her the medal.
"You can have mine, and I’ll take yours."
Jiang Yunlu accepted the medal, her fingers tracing its surface as she smiled.
Soon after, the awards for badminton were announced.
"Please welcome the men’s singles badminton champion, Xu Congjun, to the stage to receive his award."
Xu Congjun went up, but his expression was far from happy. He couldn’t shake the feeling that his title was undeserved—after all, Lin Mo hadn’t entered the men’s singles event.
In the end, he accepted the medal with little enthusiasm and stepped down.
"Please welcome the women’s singles badminton champion, Jiang Yunlu, to the stage to receive her award."
"My turn!" Jiang Yunlu turned back to glance at Lin Mo.
Her look seemed to say, "You’re coming up too, later."
She walked up with a smile, her injured foot now mostly healed, though she moved a bit slower.
After receiving her medal from Shen Zhongping, Jiang Yunlu didn’t leave the stage.
"Is there something else?" he asked.
Jiang Yunlu replied cautiously, "I’m also the mixed doubles champion."
Shen Zhongping glanced at the host.
Understanding the cue, the host picked up the cue card.
"Next, let's welcome the champions of the badminton mixed doubles event, Jiang Yunlu and Lin Mo, to the stage to receive their awards."
Lin Mo also made his way up to the stage.
Shen Zhongping couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "This guy is just too good at everything."