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

Fu Chaochao listened from the side, feeling even more uncomfortable.

A private tutor! My older brother even found one himself.

People from the wireless communications bureau, and students of the professor!

This treatment... how come she's never received it before?

She secretly pinched her palm under the table again with her fingernails.

The matter of the notes seemed to have been casually brushed aside.

The father didn't even ask Zhou Rong when he would return.

She kept her head down, eating silently, her sense of crisis growing stronger.

After listening to Fu Xiao's concern and her elder brother's arrangements, Fu Hua put down her chopsticks, raised her eyes, and

Looking sincerely at the two of them, she said softly, "Thank you for your concern, Dad, and thank you for your trouble, Big Brother. I think the tutoring system is great, and I will study hard."

That clear "Dad" and "Big Brother",

This immediately softened Fu Xiao's serious expression.

Su Yurou was also slightly moved, feeling that the child was slowly integrating into the family.

She secretly blamed herself for thinking she was immature.

After all, children also need an adjustment period.

Fu Songchuan nodded to Fu Hua, his eyes filled with the love and doting affection of an older brother for his younger sister.

After finishing her meal, Fu Hua went upstairs to get her schoolbag, and Fu Songchuan followed her to inquire about her studies.

She also mentioned a few more words about Lu Xingzhou, the tutor: "Huahua is very capable. Back then, he was able to gain Professor Chen's favor and participate in some overseas academic exchange programs because of his outstanding foreign language skills."

Therefore, he has his own unique method for combining language learning with scientific thinking.

Fu Huati's heart stirred slightly.

Study abroad experience? Excellent foreign language skills?

This perfectly explains the source of her fluent and authentic English and her vocabulary, which far exceeds the current curriculum.

After all, she grew up in the countryside, and if her English was too good, it would only arouse suspicion.

It's entirely possible to now claim that the tutor, who "studied abroad," was excellent, and that the student himself had "high comprehension."

This was a truly unexpected bonus.

She smiled and said, "I understand, big brother. I will study hard with Teacher Lu."

As she was going downstairs, Aunt Liu called out to Fu Hua and handed her a paper package.

He instructed her, "Make sure the child eats it while it's hot."

"Thank you, Aunt Liu."

As Fu Hua walked out of the family compound, Zhang Wen was already waiting at the door.

"Huahua, you're finally out? I thought something had happened to you!"

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing."

Zhang Wen chuckled and patted her head: "I was a little worried about you because Fu Chaochao had already left and you hadn't come out yet."

"I'm fine."

Fu Hua handed over the paper package in her hand: "This is from Aunt Liu."

"For me?"

Zhang Wen took the paper package containing fragrant, steaming hot white flour buns, which were filled with beef.

"Aunt Liu is so kind to me!"

Zhang Wen was flattered and quickly handed Fu Hua a steamed bun.

"I've already eaten. This was specially given to you by Aunt Liu. She said you're my first friend and she wants to take special care of you."

Zhang Wen held the steamed buns protectively in her arms, saying solemnly, "Then I must savor them properly and not disappoint Aunt Liu's kindness."

"Eat it while it's hot."

Fu Hua walked to the bicycle: "I'll ride it."

"Okay, I'll listen to Huahua."

The two chatted and laughed as they arrived at the school.

Fu Hua has already become familiar with her classmates, thanks to her good memory.

She could remember the names of every classmate.

The students in Class 6 were delighted to be remembered by such a beautiful new classmate, and their affection for Fu Hua soared.

During breaks, discussions about the top students in the second year of high school always go on for a long time.

As Fu Hua sat in her seat, she could hear the students around her discussing:

"Next week is the monthly exam, and Lin Bei will definitely be first again, no doubt about it!"

"Yeah, he's a genius, he scored over thirty points ahead of the second-place student!"

Second is Wang Hao, third is Li Xue, third is Jin Zheng'an, and fifth is Fu Chaochao.

The top five are all from Class A!

Class 6 of Ding didn't even make it into the top 100.

Discussing rankings doesn't mean much to them.

These names and rankings seemed to enter Fu Hua's ears like background noise.

She didn't pay any attention and just looked down at her books.

At lunchtime, Fu Hua and Zhang Wen took their lunchboxes and sat down in the stands next to the basketball court, where it was relatively quiet.

As Zhang Wen ate her rice, her gaze involuntarily drifted to the empty basketball court. Suddenly, she sighed.

He blurted out, "It would be great if Lin Bei could come and play basketball..."

Fu Hua looked at her and saw Zhang Wen, who was usually fearless.

At this moment, her face bore a rare shyness, a mixture of longing and disappointment.

She understood instantly and asked softly, "You like Lin Bei?"

Zhang Wen blushed as if her secret had been exposed, and then her shoulders slumped.

He poked at the potato chunks in his lunchbox with his chopsticks, his voice muffled: "What's the use of liking someone? She's the top student in the grade, a chosen one, good-looking, and I heard her family background is pretty good too... What about me?"

He was at the bottom of his class, a problem student in the teachers' eyes, and I didn't even have the right to speak to him.

She became more and more frustrated as she spoke, "Last time I mustered up the courage to send him a love letter, I guess he threw it away without even reading it... Sigh, I'm just a toad trying to eat swan meat."

Seeing her friend's dejected state, Fu Hua put down her chopsticks.

Looking at her earnestly, he said, "Zhang Wen, when you like someone, it's not about whether you're good enough for them, it's about whether you dare to fight for them."

Poor grades can be improved with effort, but if you underestimate yourself, how can others see your potential?

Zhang Wen looked up and stared blankly at Fu Hua.

"You think grades are the biggest obstacle between you two, right?"

Fu Hua's tone was calm yet carried a certain strength, "Then let's start by removing this obstacle."

"Huh? How do I move it?"

Zhang Wen was bewildered.

"Starting today, I'll help you catch up on your studies."

Fu Hua said matter-of-factly, "Let's start with math and English, which you dread the most. I can't guarantee you'll immediately excel."

But at least, next time, we'll try to get out of the bottom ranks so you can stand confidently in front of anyone. How about that?

Zhang Wen stared wide-eyed at Fu Hua's clear and determined gaze.

The feelings of inferiority and frustration in my heart seemed to be injected with a stimulant.

She suddenly grabbed Fu Hua's hand, her eyes lighting up: "Hua Hua! Are you serious? You're willing to tutor me?"

For some reason, she always felt that Fu Hua had a kind of inexplicable trustworthiness about her.

"Um."

Fu Hua nodded. "However, it will be very tough, you have to persevere."

"I'll persevere! I will definitely persevere!"

Zhang Wen was so excited she almost jumped up. "As long as I can... just be a little bit closer to him, I'm willing to endure any hardship!"

So, starting from that afternoon after school, in the quiet corners of Class 6 or the school library,

It's a common sight to see Fu Hua spread out her textbook and exercises, explaining the key points to Zhang Wen in a clear and organized manner.

Zhang Wen, who usually can't sit still, was surprisingly able to patiently listen attentively and take notes, her brow furrowed.

They will proactively ask questions when they encounter something they don't understand.

Zhang Wen's "hooligan" friends would occasionally ask her to go out.

She waved them all away: "Go away, can't you see I'm studying? Don't disturb my pursuit of progress!"