The fake heiress loves to act? The max-level boss isn't interested in playing along.

"Mom, I'm all grown up now. I can make my own decisions. I hope you won't interfere too much with me."

Lin Bei frowned, his attitude more impatient than before: "Please leave, I still have a lot of homework to finish."

Lin's mother wanted to say a few more words, but Lin Bei had already turned his head away and wouldn't leave her side.

Lin's mother could only reluctantly leave and gently close the door.

After dinner, Lin Bei and his father chatted in the living room.

Lin's mother went into the house to collect Lin Bei's clothes that he had changed out of.

Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of red on the table out of the corner of my eye.

She picked it up and saw that it was a rubber band.

"mom?"

Lin Bei returned from the living room and saw his mother standing by the table, looking dazed.

He hurriedly asked, "Mom, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Lin's mother hurriedly clenched the rubber band into her palm.

Hiding under her clothes, she said, "N-nothing, you...you get some rest, Mom won't bother you anymore."

She practically fled her son's room.

In the living room, Mr. Lin had just finished reading the documents and came out of the study.

He saw his wife standing in the corridor, pale-faced, clutching something tightly in her hand.

"What's wrong?"

He went over and inquired with concern.

Lin's mother opened her hand, and the strawberry-shaped rubber band lay in her palm.

It was blindingly bright red under the lights.

"Old Lin..." Her voice trembled, "I found it in Xiao Bei's room. It's obviously a girl's hair tie... and you still say he's not in a relationship?"

Lin's father frowned.

He took the hair tie and examined it carefully—it was indeed a girl's hair tie.

And it looks brand new.

"Did you go through Xiao Bei's backpack?"

His voice turned somber.

"I didn't find it. I just saw it on the table when I was tidying up my clothes."

Lin's mother anxiously tried to explain, "Old Lin, what should we do? Xiao Bei must be... he must be in a relationship too early."

"Alright!"

Lin's father said in a low voice, "You took his things without his permission; that's an invasion of the child's privacy."

Besides, what does a rubber band prove? What if he found it? What if a classmate left it with him?

He paused, then said sternly, "Put the rubber band back right now, before he notices."

"What are you saying?"

Lin's mother frowned: "You're a grown man, and you don't understand anything. I'm trying to talk to you about our son's feelings, and you're bringing up private matters with me."

You know, the old man has high hopes for Xiao Bei. What if he falls in love too early and his grades drop?

Mr. Lin sighed, his tone softening somewhat: "Don't worry, I'll find some time to talk to Xiao Bei about this properly."

Until then, you're not allowed to mention it again, nor are you allowed to speculate, okay?

"Alright then."

Lin's mother hesitated, "Should I just go and ask them directly?"

"You mustn't!"

Lin's father interrupted her, "The child is grown up, she has her own privacy and her own thoughts."

Our role is to guide, not monitor. We'll wait until we understand the situation before making any decisions.

Lin's mother heated up the milk and then went to her son's room.

Lin Bei was still doing his homework and didn't notice her coming in.

While Lin Bei wasn't looking, she put the rubber band back in its original position.

After doing all this, she stood behind her son.

Looking at that focused figure from behind, I felt a mix of emotions.

Seventeen years old.

It is the best age.

It's also the age that causes the most worry.

She quietly left the room and closed the door.

Lin's father was still standing in the corridor.

Seeing her come out, he sighed and put his arm around his wife's shoulder: "Alright, don't overthink it. Xiao Bei is a sensible child; he knows what he's doing. Tomorrow... I'll talk to him tomorrow."

Lin's mother leaned on her husband's shoulder, tears finally streaming down her face: "I was just afraid... afraid he'd go down the wrong path..."

No, it won't.

Lin's father said softly, "We know our son best. He's not the kind of kid who would do anything reckless."

Outside the window, the autumn moon shines like water.

Another half month has passed in the blink of an eye.

A solemn atmosphere permeated the small building of the research station on Saturday.

This time it's not a casual Q&A session like before.

Professor Yan assigned a research project to everyone.

Everyone was engrossed in their research, and no one spoke much to each other.

After finishing her work, Fu Hua carried a thick stack of neatly bound documents.

They knocked on Professor Yan's office door.

"Come in."

Fu Hua pushed open the door and went in.

Professor Yan was hunched over his desk, which was piled high with books and manuscripts.

He wore reading glasses on the bridge of his nose and held a red pen in his hand.

They were sketching something on the unfolded blueprints.

Hearing the noise, he looked up.

His eyes lit up when he saw the documents in Fu Hua's hand.

"You're all done so quickly?"

"Um."

Fu Hua placed the documents on the table. "This is the assignment you gave me last time."

Suggestions on the layout of future communication technologies in the field of basic theory.

The main text is 68 pages long, the references are 24 pages long, and the appendix contains three sets of simulation data and charts.

Professor Yan took off his glasses and took the stack of documents.

The thickness and weight of the paper surprised him slightly.

This workload,

This is definitely not something a high school student could complete in two weeks.

Fu Hua certainly didn't disappoint him.

He turned to the first page, and all his doubts vanished.

The title is "Research on the Development Path of Fundamental Theories of Communication Technology for the 21st Century".

The abstract was surprisingly written in both Chinese and English.

The language is concise, the logic is clear, and it gets straight to the heart of the matter.

He continued scrolling down.

Chapter One outlines the development of electromagnetic wave theory.

From Maxwell's equations to quantum electrodynamics

It highlights the limitations of existing theories under extreme conditions.

Chapter Two proposes three possible directions for technological breakthroughs.

High-frequency spectrum utilization, novel coding and modulation technologies,

In distributed intelligent communication networks, the amount of information increases as you flip through the pages.

Professor Yan's hand turned the pages more and more slowly.

His breathing gradually became rapid.

The eyes behind the glasses were fixed intently on the words and formulas on the paper.

Every now and then, it would let out a soft exclamation of "Hmm?" or "I see..."

Fu Hua stood quietly in front of the table, watching the professor's reaction.

She knew in her heart that some of the views in this report were at least twenty years ahead of their time.

For example, the discussion on millimeter wave, one of the key technologies of 5G.

For example, preliminary ideas for software-defined networks.

There are also prospects for artificial intelligence-assisted signal processing.

However, she supported these views with rigorous mathematical derivations and physical principles.

It seems to be an inevitable result of logical deduction.

Instead of just imagining things out of thin air.

"here,"

Professor Yan suddenly pointed to a certain page and asked, "Has your concept of 'adaptive beamforming' been experimentally verified?"

"no."

Fu Hua told the truth, "This is a theoretical deduction."

However, based on existing array antenna theory and adaptive algorithms, I believe it is technically feasible.

"Technically feasible..."

Professor Yan murmured repeatedly, turning to the next page, "And there's this 'cognitive radio'... which allows communication systems to autonomously sense the spectrum environment and dynamically adjust parameters..."

Good heavens, are you going to turn the entire telecommunications industry upside down and rebuild it from scratch?!

He looked up and stared at Fu Hua.

His eyes were as complex as a spilled palette.

Shock, ecstasy, disbelief

There is also... the fear of discovering a rare treasure.