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

"Oh... my cousin."

Zhou Rong was still skeptical, and glanced at the two figures from behind a few more times.

He muttered to himself, "But your older brother was really polite to her, even opening the door himself, and... you know what, she looks quite like your older brother... even their backs look alike."

Fu Chaochao's heart sank, and she couldn't listen anymore.

He grabbed Zhou Rong's arm and practically dragged her away, saying, "Hurry up! We're going to be late!"

Her steps were hurried, as if some ferocious beast was chasing her.

Fu Songchuan led Fu Hua through the campus and went straight to the university president's office.

The university president was very welcoming to them.

He was especially kind to Fu Hua: "Fu Hua, you're here. Please have a seat. I was very impressed with you after we parted ways at Fragrant Hills yesterday. You're calm, collected, and quick-witted."

Fu Songchuan greeted him politely, "Uncle Gao, you flatter me. I still have a lot to learn."

Fu Hua also bowed slightly politely: "Hello, Principal Gao, thank you for giving me this opportunity to enroll."

She started school almost a month later than the normal start date.

"Hey, I've given you the chance, you'd better make the most of it."

Principal Gao smiled and waved his hand, taking out a set of test papers from his drawer. "This is a comprehensive test paper for the first semester of the second year of high school, covering Chinese, mathematics, English, and politics."

According to regulations, all transfer students need to take a preliminary test, and the school will assign them to different classes, A, B, C, and D, based on their scores.

Class A is the top class, with the best teachers and the strongest learning atmosphere.

"Fu Hua, you really need to take the exam seriously. I will assign you to a class based on your actual scores."

"I understand, Principal Gao."

Fu Hua remained calm, her eyes showing no fear. "I will do my best."

Actually, the original owner was a high school sophomore, but she only attended high school up to her first year.

But since the principal suggested that she take the second-year high school exam, then she can just go to the second year of high school.

Isn't Fu Chaochao a sophomore in high school this year?

It's easier to compare them when they're on the same horizontal line!

"Okay! Then take the test here, quiet down."

Principal Gao pointed to an empty desk next to him.

Seeing this, Fu Songchuan stood up to take his leave: "Uncle Gao, I'll leave my little sister in your care. I have things to do in the army. You can assign her to a class directly after the exam."

"Go ahead without worry."

Fu Songchuan offered Fu Hua a few more words of encouragement before leaving.

The exam has begun.

Fu Hua calmed herself down, opened the test paper, picked up her pen, glanced at it briefly, and then lowered her head to answer the questions seriously.

Her expression was focused, and her writing flowed smoothly.

Whether it was multiple-choice questions or the later answer questions, she didn't even frown once, as if nothing could stump her.

Although the original owner was good at studying, his talent was only average, and he could only be considered to have achieved results through hard work.

Fu Hua is different. She is exceptionally gifted, skipping grades from elementary school onwards, and possesses a mind that is different from ordinary people.

Their eyes and minds are only on projects and knowledge.

Graduated from a top university at age 13, and returned to China after further studies abroad at age 14.

He received numerous academic awards and degrees.

He was already the initiator of a key national project at the age of thirty.

In addition, during this period, the tutor hired by her older brother helped her highlight key points and memorize them.

This exam paper is truly a piece of cake.

Fu Hua was meticulous, had clear logic, and her speed in solving problems left Principal Gao speechless.

He was almost afraid to look at Fu Hua's answer.

You're writing so fast, could it be just random stuff?

He would rather offend his old comrades than take in a good-for-nothing and lower the school's prestige.

However, thinking about what happened at Fragrant Hills yesterday, and looking at Fu Hua's calm face, I realized...

I always felt there weren't any questions that could stump the person in front of me.

Principal Gao couldn't help but walk over and take a look. Fu Hua was doing Chinese language exercises.

Her handwriting is elegant and neat, with its own unique style and distinctive charm.

Even without knowing the answer, you can't go wrong just by looking at the handwriting.

Principal Gao sat back down behind his desk with a sense of relief.

Two hours passed quickly. Fu Hua checked all the test papers and handed them in.

Principal Gao took the exam paper and glanced through it.

Especially in the essay and math problem-solving sections, a clear look of admiration flashed in his eyes.

He didn't make any mistakes in the places he checked, but I don't know how he answered the other questions.

"Good, the paper is neat, and the answer points are clear. We teachers will inform you of your specific score and class placement results as soon as possible after grading. It's still early, so you can familiarize yourself with the campus environment first."

"Thank you, Principal Gao."

Fu Hua thanked him again and then quietly left the principal's office.

Minghua Middle School is a well-known key middle school in Beijing, with a spacious campus and shady trees.

The red brick teaching building exudes a strong historical atmosphere.

Fu Hua strolled through the campus, experiencing an atmosphere completely different from that of the rural middle school.

I felt a sense of anticipation for my future studies and life.

She skipped grades quickly and barely attended high school.

In this life, she suddenly wanted to try and experience what high school life was like.

Is it really as painful and boring as the internet says?

Before she knew it, Fu Hua had walked to the vicinity of the senior high school building.

The atmosphere here seems more somber, and you can faintly hear the teacher lecturing in the classroom.

She walked slowly down the corridor, glancing casually at the window of a classroom.

Just then, their eyes met a startled gaze from inside—it was Fu Youchuan!

He was sitting by the window and had obviously seen her too.

A boy next to Fu Youchuan also followed his gaze and saw Fu Hua walking past the window.

The boy's eyes lit up, and he nudged Fu Youchuan with his elbow.

Lowering her voice, with a hint of amazement and curiosity, she said, "You Chuan, look out the window! Who's that girl? Is she new? She's really striking! Her presence is amazing!"

"It smells so good! Smell the air where that beautiful woman walked."

Fu Youchuan's face instantly turned extremely ugly.

He jerked his gaze away like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

At the same time, she glared fiercely at her deskmate, her tone full of disdain and contempt: "What kind of taste do you have? A country bumpkin like her, is she really worth all this fuss about? Look at her poor, pathetic appearance!"

"What other fragrance is there? It smells awful to me."

His voice wasn't quiet, and it carried a deliberate tone of belittling.

It was as if this could erase the shock that Fu Hua's calm figure had given him just now.

And that little bit deep inside that you don't even want to admit...

The guilt and anger stemmed from the change in attitude of his parents and older brother.

Fu Hua, who was outside the window, heard those words clearly.

Her steps didn't falter for a moment, and her gaze remained unchanged.

As if he hadn't heard anything, he continued walking calmly forward.

He left that malicious gaze and ridiculous comment behind him completely.

Her back was straight, like a quietly growing, undaunted bamboo.

In the classroom, Fu Youchuan's deskmate, seeing his intense reaction, looked even more suspicious.

He leaned closer and lowered his voice, a hint of mischief in it: "Hey, Youchuan, why are you so angry... something's not right."

Do you two know each other? Could it be... you used to pursue her, and got dumped?

"You're talking nonsense!"

Fu Youchuan looked as if a thorn had been struck in his lungs; his face turned a deep purplish-red.

He let out a sudden, low growl.

His fists clenched so tightly they cracked, yet he couldn't explain Fu Hua's true identity.

The frustration and anger almost set him ablaze.