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"The students awarded the Outstanding Progress Prize are: Ying Wenshen, Liang Qihua, Chen Shouyi..."

The voice from the podium continued at a steady pace, reading out name after name, each followed by a round of applause from the audience and the slightly hesitant footsteps of parents coming up to receive the awards.

As the saying goes, "Old Tai divides the pork"—everyone gets a share.

In a class of over fifty students, there was always some reason to hand out a certificate—whether for academic excellence, athletic achievement, helpfulness, or dutifulness.

Of course, there were always a few who walked away empty-handed, receiving only a few words of praise from their homeroom teacher, Chen Xiaoya.

Lin Mo also received two certificates—one for Academic Excellence and another for being the top student in the class.

Everyone now recognized Lin Mo as the one who had previously pledged to donate.

And when they learned he was the top student, they regarded him as a person of exceptional moral character.

Under the collective gaze of the crowd, Lin Mo stood up and walked calmly to the podium.

His expression was serene as he accepted the two certificates with their gilded lettering, politely thanking the presenter.

Since most of the audience were parents, Lin Mo stood out conspicuously among them.

Whispers spread—how could such an outstanding child’s parents not be here? But no one dared to ask aloud.

Lin Mo descended the stage with his certificates. His neighbor, Lin Jiajun, was also sitting alone. Glancing at the two red papers in Lin Mo’s hands, he remarked,

"Not bad. I didn’t even get a consolation prize." His tone held no trace of disappointment—clearly, he didn’t care.

"As if you needed one," Lin Mo replied. In his past life, Lin Jiajun’s parents hadn’t attended the parent-teacher conference either.

Whether they would in the next two years, he didn’t know.

Lin Jiajun shrugged, his gaze sweeping over the beaming parents in the classroom before lowering his voice further:

"Having a certificate makes going home easier. My dad’s… strict."

Just then, the voice from the podium sounded again.

"The recipients of the Outstanding Discipline Award are Lin Jiajun, Hao Qiang, Ma Li..."

Lin Jiajun blinked in surprise—he hadn’t expected someone as unremarkable as him to snag an award.

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow. Since when was there such an award? He didn’t remember it.

Another ripple in the timeline?

He said nothing, only letting his gaze drift past the crowd toward the back of the classroom. If his memory served him right, a scene was supposed to unfold there.

He waited, anticipating the inevitable argument.

Yet the classroom remained peaceful—no heated words or accusations erupted as he’d expected.

Originally, two parents in the back should have started arguing. Their children were desk mates, and both had seen their grades slip over successive exams.

Each parent blamed the other’s child for their own child’s decline, leading to a shouting match.

If not for the intervention of other parents, it might have escalated into a physical fight.

But now, the two sat amicably, occasionally exchanging tips on child-rearing and education with those around them.

Lin Mo’s spiritual sense swept over them—the two students’ grades hadn’t plummeted as they had in his past life, only fluctuating slightly.

It seemed the academic atmosphere he’d inadvertently fostered had tightened the entire class’s discipline, leaving no room for slacking.

He withdrew his gaze, clarity settling in his heart.

So, storms didn’t appear out of nowhere—they brewed long before they struck.

The sensation was strange, like playing a predetermined game of chess where a single casual move unexpectedly revitalized the entire board.

No wonder everyone wanted to be in the elite class—environment truly shaped mindset and emotion.

Chen Xiaoya then proceeded to explain some educational methods parents could use to support their children at home.

The session lasted until the bell rang. Chen Xiaoya finally dismissed the students waiting outside, instructing them to show their parents around before gathering on the school field for a scheduled speech.

Jiang Yunlu hovered nervously by the door, keeping a watchful eye on her father.

Jiang Chengshan felt his temper flare at the sight, but he quickly stepped out of the classroom and waved her off.

"Enough staring. Show me around your school. I want to see where you practice badminton. Coach Xiao called me recently to congratulate you on winning the city championship."

"Oh, Coach Xiao already knows? I was planning to tell him next time I visited."

"Coach Xiao’s a veteran. Half the badminton association’s players were trained by him..."

Jiang Chengshan deftly changed the subject, steering Jiang Yunlu away.

Meanwhile, Chu Miaomiao entered, her face bright with happiness.

Lin Mo also stood.

"Let’s go. Yu Ling and Auntie Zheng are in Class Seven. We’ll meet them downstairs."

Chu Lintian nodded. "Good. I’ve already reserved a table for dinner tonight. I asked the restaurant to prepare plenty of Australian lobsters—Yu Ling’s going to love it."

Lin Mo smiled. "That’s definitely good news for her."

As they reached the door, they ran into Xie Yuling and Auntie Zheng, who were also stepping out.

Auntie Zheng held several certificates—after all, Xie Yuling’s grades were excellent too.

At that moment, Lin Mo’s brow furrowed slightly. He turned to Xie Yuling.

"Yu Ling, take Auntie Zheng and Sister Chu downstairs first. I need to find someone."

Auntie Zheng looked at him curiously.

"What’s the matter, Xiao Mo? Do you need company?"

"No need. I’m just looking for Tong Dong."

With a wave, Lin Mo headed toward Tong Dong’s classroom.

Xie Yuling took the opportunity to explain to Zheng Yuan who Tong Dong was.

The hallway buzzed with noise, but outside Tong Dong’s classroom, a crowd of students and parents stood in an eerily hushed circle, necks craned.

From the center came the furious roar of a middle-aged man.

"You little brat! You’ve got some nerve! Placing second and lying to your old man that you were first? I’ll teach you to lie—see if you dare again!"

Lin Mo pushed through the crowd and immediately saw the scene inside.

Tong Dong stood motionless, head bowed, his backpack slung over his shoulders like a wooden post.

Before him, a slightly overweight man with a flushed face was shouting, spittle flying as he loomed over his son.

Finally, Tong Dong lifted his head slightly, meeting his father’s gaze with eerie calm.

"You never asked if it was grade-wide or class-wide. I am first in my class."

Seeing his son dare to talk back, Tong Guirong’s rage boiled over. His thick hand shot up, wind whistling as he swung toward Tong Dong’s face—

"Today, I’ll teach you what it means—the father is the son’s master!"

Gasps rippled through the onlooking students.

At this critical moment, a hand reached out from the side, firmly grasping the descending wrist.

Tong Guirong felt an immense force surge through her arm—her wrist clamped as if in an iron vise, leaving her utterly immobilized.