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

"What?!"

Zhang Wen was so shocked she almost jumped off her chair, her eyes wide as saucers.

His mouth was so wide open it could fit an orange.

She abruptly covered her mouth to prevent herself from screaming, and it took her a while to recover.

The look in his eyes as he looked at Fu Hua was filled with disbelief and overwhelming sympathy.

"My God! You...you're the Fu family's real daughter?! What about Fu Chaochao...oh my god!"

"No wonder she always acted so superior; she was just a phony who usurped the position!"

She spoke with a thick Beijing accent and excitedly grasped Fu Hua's hand.

The force was astonishing. "Fu Hua, you've had it so tough. You'll have to put up with that fake girl's attitude when you get back, won't you? Does she always bully you? And your parents... are they biased towards her?"

Zhang Wen automatically imagined a dramatic scene of "the real heiress returning home to suffer all sorts of injustices".

Looking at Fu Hua's calm and expressionless face, one could only sense that she was putting on a brave face.

A surge of heroic spirit and a protective instinct welled up within me.

Don't worry!

Zhang Wen patted her chest forcefully, vowing, "From now on in Minghua, with me, Zhang Wen, here, no one will dare to bully you."

If that hypocrite Fu Chaochao dares to cause you trouble, I'll be the first to get revenge!

Seeing Zhang Wen's indignant expression, as if she wanted to fight Fu Chaochao right away, Fu Hua's expression shifted slightly.

"But aren't you friends?"

"What friend?"

Zhang Wen's expression instantly turned cold: "You treat others as friends, but they see you as a clown. I, Zhang Wen, will never again engage in such clown-like behavior of trying to win someone's favor only to be met with indifference."

The tall man told her that when she fell into the water,

It was Fu Hua who jumped down to save her without hesitation.

It's not Fu Chaochao who can swim.

Fu Hua glanced at Zhang Wen; she was still relatively sober.

Her tone remained calm: "Just call me Fu Hua. As for what you'll do for me, that's unnecessary."

She doesn't need to depend on anyone, but Zhang Wen's unwavering protection...

It felt especially precious in this cold home and unfamiliar school.

Zhang Wen took it as just politeness.

He had automatically made protecting Fu Hua his top priority.

She looked at Fu Hua's calm profile.

The more I looked at this new classmate, the more I felt that she was beautiful, pitiful, and strong.

He secretly vowed to protect her.

Fu Hua turned her gaze back to the book.

But the images of the classmates who had been eyeing her earlier flashed through her mind.

To get into Ming Hwa, aside from a very few with exceptionally outstanding grades,

Most of the students come from relatively well-off families.

This Class 6 is full of hidden talents.

Several classmates were wearing clothes that are rarely seen on the market.

Foreign brands that may require foreign exchange certificates to purchase.

That Chen Zhe, look at his mannerisms...

The family is probably either in business or has a powerful cadre.

This seemingly chaotic class is probably not without its problems.

However, this was exactly what she wanted.

Low-key, free, and...

Perhaps you'll come into contact with some unexpected people and resources.

She curled the corners of her lips into a smile and continued to immerse herself in her own world.

The second period was physics class.

The lecturer was an elderly teacher with thick glasses and gray hair, surnamed Yan.

Teacher Yan was clearly well aware of the learning situation in Class 6.

He spoke at a slow pace, with a sense of helplessness that he was hoping that each student would understand.

Sure enough, most of the students below were not drowsy.

It meant secretly reading comic books and passing notes under the desk.

The only ones actually listening were the class monitor and the academic representative sitting in the front row.

The two sat upright, occasionally glancing down to take notes.

Teacher Yan's gaze swept across the classroom, glancing with slight satisfaction at the class monitor and the academic representative.

Then, somewhat unexpectedly, he noticed the third student who was listening attentively to the lesson.

According to the homeroom teacher, Zhang Yang, she is a transfer student who just joined the class today, named Fu Hua.

I don't know what score I'll get on the entrance exam.

I guess I won't get many points if I'm assigned to Class 6, Ding.

She sat upright, her eyes following his explanation the entire time.

I just don't know if they listened to it or not.

Teacher Yan had a sudden inspiration, and when she was explaining a difficult point about electromagnetic induction,

He stopped and looked down: "Fu Hua, could you explain how to combine the right-hand rule and Lenz's law when determining the direction of induced current?"

This question was like a foreign language to most of the students in Class 6.

Many people were waiting to see the new classmate make a fool of himself.

Fu Hua stood up and, in a clear and organized voice, explained the differences and connections between the two laws.

The steps for applying the method in actual problem-solving are clearly explained.

Her voice was neither too loud nor too soft, but clear and pleasant.

The explanations are also easy to understand and insightful.

Even the other students, who usually found it like gibberish, could understand it.

A hint of surprise and appreciation flashed in Teacher Yan's eyes. She nodded and said, "Very good, please sit down."

This caused those who hadn't paid attention before to turn their heads in surprise.

This newcomer seems to have some skills?

I wonder if she did better in the entrance exam than the class monitor?

Teacher Yan seemed to have had a spark of enthusiasm for teaching ignited.

He adjusted his glasses and wrote a rather complex comprehensive problem on the blackboard.

It involves mechanics, electromagnetism, and some basic calculus concepts.

"Classmates, this question was raised a few days ago by Lin Bei from Class A."

The moment the name "Lin Bei" was mentioned, a small commotion arose from the crowd.

Even Zhang Wen sat up straight instantly, two suspicious blushes appearing on her face, her eyes sparkling as she stared at the blackboard.

It was as if the title wasn't a question, but rather a description of a legendary figure.

Teacher Yan paused for a moment and continued, "This question is said to have stumped many teachers, and Lin Bei himself is still working on the solution."

I'm writing this down today so everyone can think about it. Don't be fixated on getting a complete solution; even just having a clue or a step is helpful.

The classroom fell silent instantly, everyone staring at the problem on the blackboard.

This includes the class monitor and the academic representative.

The class monitor frowned, and the academic representative bit his pen.

Both of them looked serious, clearly clueless.

Zhang Wen stared wide-eyed, muttering unconsciously, "The question Lin Bei set... I doubt anyone can answer it."

He was a top student in his second year of high school.

Always in first place, leaving second place a full thirty points ahead.

A few minutes later, Teacher Yan looked expectantly at the class monitor and the academic representative: "How's it going? Any ideas?"

The two exchanged a glance and shook their heads in shame.

Teacher Yan sighed, unable to hide her disappointment, and was about to erase the question when...

But then they saw the newcomer, Fu Hua, raise her hand.

"Fu Hua, you...?"

Teacher Yan was somewhat uncertain.

"Teacher, I can give it a try." Fu Hua's tone was calm and composed.

Amidst the skeptical, curious, or expectant gazes of the entire class,

Fu Hua walked up to the podium and picked up the chalk.