It turned out that Chen Yuan was so cocky that Lao Mo could only think this kid was bragging.
But now, so cocky, all he could say was: he was too confident.
His potential was unlimited, and he was extraordinarily gifted.
Just looking at his progress in mathematics, it was clear that he was a genius far beyond ninety-nine percent of students his age.
Even Tang Siwen, in this respect, was far too weak compared to Chen Yuan.
Ranked 99th in the school.
If he could maintain this until the College Entrance Exam, that would be a sure seat in a 985 Project School.
Of course, it would be one of the relatively lesser 985s.
But it was still a top-tier institution that was out of reach for average students.
"Strategically despise the enemy, tactically take them seriously."
That was all Lao Mo could say.
Keep up this audacity.
You even have more prospects than that little cousin from No.4 High School.
"Mhm, I will," Chen Yuan nodded and affirmed.
