Amnesiac Bigshot Remembers Only Me (The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me)

Late at night, Xu Lu made a phone call: "Are you a reporter from Xinmin Daily?"

"who are you?"

"Don't worry about who I am, let me break the news for you. Tomorrow, there will be a Youth Mathematical Olympiad Award Ceremony at the Municipal Cultural Center. The winner of the championship is very special."

"What a special method."

"He is an autistic person who cannot speak, but he can win the National Mathematical Olympiad Championship. This may become a breaking point and make your Xinmin Daily headlines. Whether you want to be interviewed or not is up to you."

The other end quickly thanked her for the revelation.

Xu Lu called several media outlets in succession.

The next day, the Mathematical Olympiad Award Ceremony was held in the Oil Painting Hall of the Municipal Cultural Center.

Because Wen Mo didn't want to speak but was very talented, Wen Mo's head teacher always took good care of Wen Mo.

Su Yun was extremely grateful to her head teacher.

The four of them were sitting in the first row. Su Yun held Wen Mo's hand and whispered: "I will go on stage to receive the award in a moment. You can just say thank you. Just say thank you, okay?"

Wen Qiao clicked his tongue: "Mom, don't force him."

He turned to Wen Mo and said, "Xiao Mo, you don't need to speak. When you go up to receive the award, just bow to everyone."

Wen Mo struggled a little, clenched his fingers and said nothing.

Seeing the painful expression on his face as he struggled with himself, Wen Qiao couldn't help but feel distressed, and touched his head: "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: "No need to speak, just bow."

Although Wen Mo is only fifteen years old, he is already close to 180. Today he is wearing a suit again. The young man walks to the podium step by step under the lights. He is outstanding and handsome.

Wen Qiao's eyes heated up and he looked at the young man on the stage with a smile.

The awarding guest was Mr. Zhao Mingde, a well-known domestic mathematician. The gray-haired Mr. Zhao couldn't hide his excitement: "This is our Mathematical Olympiad champion, classmate Wen Mo. The most commendable thing is that he achieved A perfect score.”

Mr. Zhao solemnly handed the certificate of honor and the trophy to Wen Mo, and then pointed to Li Mai aside, indicating that he would give an acceptance speech.

The young man from Qingjun stood on the stage. The lights were very dazzling. He was in a trance, nervous, uneasy, uneasy and at a loss. All the emotions came over him like a tide. He was not used to being looked at by so many people. Those people's eyes were obviously kind. Yes, but in his eyes, he looked particularly hateful.

He even felt a little suffocated.

He still couldn't get over that hurdle.

Digging the trophy with his fingers, his nails turned white. He could hear his own heartbeat, which was very loud.

Wen Qiao immediately noticed Xiao Mo's uneasiness and took the lead in applauding. The runner-up and third runner-up on the stage often participated in competitions with Wen Mo. Knowing that he was unwilling to speak, he walked to him in good faith. The second runner-up was a girl. , took the Li Mai and said 'Thank you everyone'.

Then he took 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 was sitting in his office and couldn't help but click on the school's homepage. There was a live broadcast, the traffic was very small, not many people followed him, there were no media visitors, and there were only dozens of messages, all praising Wen Mo's longevity. She must be good-looking, good-looking and a top student, so the little girls are sending flowers like crazy in the barrage.