Late at night, Xu Lu made a phone call: "Is this a reporter from Xinmin Daily?"
"who are you?"
"Don't worry about who I am. I'm going to tell you something. Tomorrow, there will be a Youth Mathematical Olympiad awards ceremony at the City Cultural Center. The champion will be very special."
"What's the special method?"
"He is an autistic patient who cannot speak, but he was able to win the National Mathematical Olympiad. This may become a hot topic and make your Xinmin Daily a headline. It's up to you whether you want to interview him or not."
The other party quickly thanked her for the revelation.
Xu Lu called several media outlets in succession.
The next day, an awards ceremony for the Mathematical Olympiad was held in the Oil Painting Hall of the Municipal Cultural Center.
Because Wen Mo is reluctant to speak but is extremely talented, his class teacher has always taken good care of him.
Su Yun was very grateful to her class teacher.
The four of them sat in the first row. Su Yun held Wen Mo's hand and whispered, "When you go on stage to receive the award, just say thank you. Just say thank you, okay?"
Wen Qiao sighed, "Mom, don't force him."
He turned to Wen Mo and said, "Xiao Mo, you don't have to speak. When you go up to receive the award, just bow to everyone."
Wen Mo looked a little struggling. He clenched his fingers and said nothing.
Wen Qiao felt distressed when he saw the painful expression on his face as he struggled with himself, so he patted his head and said, "No one will force you to speak, just be yourself."
Finally it was Wen Mo's turn to go on stage to receive the award. Wen Qiao shook his hand and said, "No need to say anything, just bow."
Although Wen Mo is only fifteen years old, he is almost 180 years old. He is wearing a suit today. Under the lights, the boy walks to the podium step by step. He is outstanding, excellent and handsome.
Wen Qiao's eyes were filled with tears and he looked at the young man on the stage with a smile.
The award presenter was Mr. Zhao Mingde, a well-known mathematician in China. Mr. Zhao, with gray hair, could not hide his excitement: "This is our champion of the Mathematical Olympiad, Wen Mo. The most commendable thing is that he achieved a perfect score in this competition."
Mr. Zhao solemnly handed the certificate of honor and the trophy to Wen Mo, then pointed to Li Mai beside him, indicating that he should give his acceptance speech.
The handsome young man stood on the stage, the lights were very glaring. He was a little dazed, nervous, uneasy, and at a loss. All emotions came over him like a tide. He was not used to being stared at by so many people. Those people's eyes were obviously kind, but in his eyes, they looked particularly hateful.
He even felt a little suffocated.
He still couldn't get over that hurdle.
His fingers were scratching the trophy, his nails turned white, and he could hear his own heartbeat, thump, thump, very loud.
Wen Qiao noticed Xiao Mo's uneasiness at the first moment and took the lead in applauding. The second and third place winners on the stage often participated in competitions with Wen Mo. Knowing that he was reluctant to speak, they walked up to him kindly. The second place winner was a girl who took the microphone and said "Thank you everyone".
Then they held Wen Mo's hand and the three of them bowed to everyone together.
There was thunderous applause in the hall.
Wen Qiao breathed a sigh of relief. Xiao Mo's classmates were all good kids and took good care of him.
Wen Mo walked down the stage step by step accompanied by applause and flowers.
Wen Jianmin sat in his office and couldn't help but click on the school's homepage. There was a live broadcast, but the traffic was very small, not many people were paying attention, there were no media visits, and there were only dozens of messages, all praising Wen Mo for his good looks, good looks and being a top student. Little girls were sending flowers crazily in the barrage.
(End of this chapter)