Chapter 3

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Children often have some lofty ideals. Kids of the same age usually want to be scientists or teachers when they grow up, and some want to be police officers or doctors. It's rare to find someone like Chen Mo, who wants to be a TV repairman when he grows up. It has to be said, his aspirations are indeed a bit different.

At this moment, Chen Mo was holding a broken TV motherboard in his hand. This motherboard was a discarded part that his father had replaced while repairing a TV. In his father's eyes, this motherboard was no longer usable, but Chen Mo didn't think so.

Although the motherboard had been used for a long time, most of its components were still good. As long as the faulty components were replaced, it could continue to work.

Chen Mo held an old multimeter that his father had discarded and began to test each component on the motherboard to find out which one was faulty.

This was a very tedious task that also required a lot of attention to detail. Chen Mo tested each component meticulously. After more than a minute, he finally found the problem—the electronic circuit on the motherboard had a poor connection.

Upon discovering this, Chen Mo turned to look at the other TV motherboards piled up beside him. He frowned and said, "Why is this component always the one that fails? It can't be this coincidental, can it?"

After speaking, Chen Mo took out an old calendar from the corner and flipped directly to the third page, examining it carefully.

If a professional TV designer saw the content on the calendar, they would probably be shocked. This page displayed a complete TV motherboard structure diagram, with each electronic component meticulously labeled, including detailed annotations of their functions!

It was clear that this structure diagram was hand-drawn. If it had been drawn by a professional based on a design, it would be understandable, but Chen Mo clearly had no chance to access professional diagrams. He had created this independently based on his own knowledge. For a fifteen-year-old boy to achieve this was truly remarkable, leaving professional designers in awe.

Chen Mo stared at a part of the structure diagram, and after about three minutes, he frowned and said, "This structure diagram is somewhat unreasonable... especially in this area. It seems the design didn't consider the density of the electronic circuits. As a result, even a small amount of dust can easily cause poor connections or short circuits..."

Chen Mo had always regarded the designed TV motherboard as the most authoritative reference. Now that this authority had a problem, he felt somewhat conflicted.

He carefully reanalyzed his judgment and found that the TV motherboard's design was indeed flawed. Chen Mo had to accept the reality and thought to himself: Since the authority is wrong, why don't I... redesign the structure diagram myself?

Once this thought arose in Chen Mo's mind, it grew uncontrollably.

Five minutes later, Chen Mo flipped to the next page of the calendar and began to write and draw. Occasionally, he would stop to examine the TV motherboard beside him, then continue writing and drawing.

The next morning, Chen Mo was woken up by his mother. He rubbed his sleepy eyes, got up, and after eating breakfast, he put on his schoolbag and left home.

The early morning sun rose from the horizon, bringing a touch of warmth to the earth. Chen Mo walked to school with his head down, using his hands to gesture in the air as he walked, looking like a madman from a distance.

On the main road, students carrying schoolbags were everywhere, mostly walking in groups of three or five, chatting and laughing, and occasionally playing around. Only Chen Mo walked alone, not joining any group.

The classmates seemed to have gotten used to Chen Mo walking alone. Seeing him with his head down and gesturing, no one found it funny because they were all used to it.

At some point, Chen Mo gradually distanced himself from his classmates. He seemed to prefer being alone, and the classmates had a reverent attitude towards him. They never disturbed him, as they saw Chen Mo as the top of the top students, a model of the five-good students in the eyes of the teachers. The only people who could talk to him were probably the top students and the teachers.

After entering the classroom, Chen Mo handed his completed homework to the group leader and then sat at his desk, lost in thought.

The desks and chairs in the classroom were single-person seats. Because of his excellent academic performance, the homeroom teacher had assigned Chen Mo to the second group, first row, in the middle, which was the best position in the class. This was the closest to the teacher, allowing him to hear the teacher's lectures clearly.

After the morning self-study bell rang, the students took out their books and started reading. Chen Mo also opened his math textbook, but his eyes remained fixed on the same page for a long time. The math textbook had been open to a fixed page, clearly indicating that he was lost in thought again.

The classmate next to him seemed to have gotten used to Chen Mo's behavior, and even the homeroom teacher, who entered the classroom and saw Chen Mo like this, said nothing.

It's often said that good students enjoy certain privileges with teachers, and this was indeed true. Chen Mo was openly daydreaming during class, and even the homeroom teacher didn't say anything. Who could criticize him?

During the entire morning self-study, Chen Mo was mostly lost in thought. When the self-study ended, Mr. Wang's voice woke him up. Mr. Wang knocked on the podium and said, "Classmates, the school is starting computer classes today. Have you brought the fees for the computer classes?"

Computers were not a novelty at this time. Internet cafes were already common in big cities, but for this coastal town, they were still relatively new. When Mr. Wang announced the start of computer classes yesterday, the students all looked forward to it with anticipation, except for Chen Mo, who was lost in thought and didn't hear it. Hearing this news now, Chen Mo was taken aback and thought to himself: The school is starting computer classes? How did I not know?

At this point, the students who had brought money started to come up one by one to pay. The fee was twenty yuan, not too much, and with the students' great interest in computers, many had brought the money.

Of course, some students from very poor families couldn't afford the fee, and with Chen Mo, who hadn't heard the news, nearly ten students in the class did not participate in the course.

Chen Mo didn't care. His interest was entirely in the design of the TV motherboard, and computers hadn't yet captured his attention.

Since Chen Mo didn't pay, he had to stay in the classroom during the third period computer class. Seeing the other students excitedly lining up to go to the computer room, Chen Mo didn't show any envy.

After most of the students left the classroom, he took out a TV motherboard and the calendar from his schoolbag and started working on it.