Chapter 4

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Since Chen Mo had been drafting in his mind all along, his actions were extremely swift, almost as if he were writing with lightning speed. By the time the computer class ended, he had completed the drawing of the new TV motherboard structure.

Chen Mo gazed at the sketch on the calendar with great joy, and only when the bell rang did he put the sketch into his schoolbag.

After school at noon, Chen Mo, as usual, rushed out of the classroom as fast as he could. After having lunch at home, he hurried to the TV repair shop in town.

When Chen Mo arrived at the TV repair shop, Old Chen was sitting under a canopy, sipping his wine.

The old man's life was inseparable from alcohol; he would have a couple of drinks with each of his three meals. Seeing Chen Mo run over, drenched in sweat, Old Chen smiled and greeted him, "Xiao Mo, come sit! Haven't you eaten yet? Just add a set of utensils!"

Old Chen was extremely warm to Chen Mo because he had no family around. His wife had passed away a few years ago, and his children were busy with their lives and rarely visited him. Old Chen usually had no one to talk to, so he was naturally very happy to see Chen Mo.

Chen Mo wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled, "Grandpa Chen, I've already had lunch. Are you not busy today?"

Old Chen grinned, "You know, my business has always been half-dead. It's good enough that it can support me. These days, how many TVs break down?"

Chen Mo nodded with a smile, "That's true. After all, there aren't many households in our town—"

Chen Mo then changed the subject, "Grandpa Chen, I remember you told me you used to be a technician at a TV factory, right?"

Old Chen immediately nodded and smiled, "Yes, back in the day—"

As soon as Old Chen started talking about the old days, he began a never-ending narrative. Chen Mo had heard these stories countless times. It seemed that older people often had this habit of talking about the past, and once they started, they couldn't stop.

Chen Mo listened patiently for a while, then seized the opportunity to interject, "Grandpa Chen, you were really amazing back then!"

Flattery never fails. Old Chen smiled very happily. Seeing that he was about to speak, Chen Mo quickly added, "Grandpa Chen, do you remember the broken TV motherboards you gave me last time?"

Old Chen nodded, "Of course I remember. Xiao Mo, have you fixed those motherboards? To be honest, you're a great student. You learn things so quickly, much better than I was back in the day. When I was assigned to the TV factory—"

After another long story, Chen Mo finally found a chance to interject, "Grandpa Chen, I came to you today because—I have a design sketch of a TV motherboard. I'm not sure if it's correct. Could you take a look? And give me some advice?"

As he spoke, Chen Mo took out a page from the calendar and handed it to Old Chen. Then he stood up, "Grandpa Chen, I have to go back to class, so I can't chat much. We'll have a good talk another day."

Old Chen waved his hand with a smile, "Go to class quickly. Don't be late, or you won't be a good student. This—design sketch, right? I'll take a good look at it."

They said their goodbyes, and Chen Mo walked back to school.

As soon as he entered the classroom, he saw many classmates gathered together, excitedly discussing computer-related topics. At first, Chen Mo didn't pay much attention, but as he listened, he became interested because he heard someone say, "When I first entered the computer room, I thought I was seeing all TVs!"

Chen Mo couldn't help but think: Are computers and TVs that similar?

Out of his interest in TVs, Chen Mo also became a bit interested in computers. Seeing the girl next to him flipping through the computer textbook they had received that morning, Chen Mo couldn't resist asking, "Wang Xiaorui, can I borrow this book to take a look?"

Wang Xiaorui, like Chen Mo, was a top student. They often talked, being neighbors in class. However, it was usually Wang Xiaorui who would initiate conversations to ask Chen Mo about study problems. This was the first time Chen Mo had proactively spoken to her. So, when she heard Chen Mo's request, she was a bit surprised before nodding, "Sure, you can take it. Just remember to return it to me after school. I need to review the computer class when I get home."

Chen Mo nodded, "No problem, I'll definitely return it before school ends."

When Chen Mo opened the first page of the computer textbook, no one knew that the world would be changed by this action...

At 5 PM, when the school bell rang, Chen Mo, for the first time, did not rush out of the classroom. The math teacher, as he walked out of the classroom, deliberately left half a step for Chen Mo, but he didn't see Chen Mo, who usually rushed out, this time.

The math teacher couldn't help but look back out of curiosity and saw that Chen Mo was still sitting with his head down, lost in thought. The math teacher thought to himself: How strange... What is Chen Mo looking at? He's so engrossed!

In the math teacher's eyes, Chen Mo was the smartest student he had ever taught. Chen Mo always scored full marks in math exams, which showed not only his intelligence but also his meticulousness. Because of this, as long as Chen Mo didn't disturb others, the math teacher didn't care what he was doing in class.

Chen Mo's unusual behavior of not being the first to rush out of the classroom not only puzzled the math teacher but also stunned the classmates. Those who had already packed their books and were ready to leave stopped when they saw Chen Mo still sitting there.

After a while, someone whispered, "That's strange, what's up with Chen Mo today?"

Another person replied, "How should I know? Could it be...?"

This person then poked his head out of the classroom to look around. Seeing nothing unusual outside, he was thoroughly confused. He scratched his head and said, "There's nothing unusual outside. What's up with Chen Mo?"

The classmates hesitated for a moment, and only after confirming that everything was normal outside did they slowly leave the classroom. As they left, they all subconsciously turned to look at Chen Mo. Two of them even fell down, causing a small commotion.

Even so, Chen Mo didn't turn his head. His eyes were fixed on the computer textbook under his math book.

In the entire classroom, the only other person who didn't move was Wang Xiaorui. According to their agreement, Chen Mo was supposed to return the computer textbook before school ended. However, Chen Mo had become so engrossed that even after school, he was still reading.

Wang Xiaorui had thought about reminding Chen Mo to return the book several times, but seeing his engrossed expression, she felt a bit hesitant to disturb him. However, she also needed to read the textbook. What should she do?

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