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

Even the usually carefree Chen Zhe rarely put away his playful smile.

Leaning back in her chair, she spoke in a lazy yet supportive tone: "I don't think Fu Hua is the type to cheat."

Her pride is ingrained, she wouldn't stoop to such a thing. Anyway, I trust her.

Although the voices of support are not in the majority,

But the class monitor, academic representative, sports representative, plus the reckless Chen Zhe,

This has also formed a force that cannot be ignored.

This made those dissenting voices less assertive.

Just as the argument reached a stalemate, the homeroom teacher, Zhao Kuan, walked in carrying his lesson plan.

The classroom fell silent instantly, all eyes turning to him, awaiting his response.

Zhao Kuan's expression remained calm, revealing little emotion.

He placed his lesson plan on the podium, his gaze sweeping over every face in the class, and began to speak slowly and steadily:

"The school is aware of Fu Hua's grades and is taking them very seriously. There are many rumors circulating outside, and I've heard them too."

He paused, then emphasized, "However, before the school's official investigation results are released, any speculation or accusations without evidence are irresponsible!"

"I know everyone has questions in their minds. Our Class 6 suddenly produced the top student in the grade. Not to mention others, even we ourselves might find it unreal."

He then shifted his tone, offering guidance, "But precisely because of this, we should remain calm and objective. I believe the school will give everyone a fair explanation."

He did not explicitly say he believed Fu Hua, but emphasized "evidence" and "investigation."

This stabilized the class's emotions and demonstrated his attitude as the homeroom teacher—not blindly following rumors, but waiting for the official conclusion.

"alright,"

Zhao Kuan picked up the chalk, tapped the blackboard, and said, "This matter will be handled by the school. Now, everyone, get back to your studies and let's begin class. Open your textbooks to page 58..."

Classroom order has been restored, but the doubts and anxieties surrounding the "750 points" in everyone's hearts have not yet subsided.

When the school bell rang, Fu Hua packed her schoolbag but did not leave immediately.

Just now, there was a discussion about her grades in Class 6.

She was standing at the corner of the corridor outside the window and heard everything.

Wang Jing and Li Qiang offered clear and logical rebuttals.

Zhao Meng and Chen Zhe, upholding a sense of brotherhood,

And then there was the homeroom teacher Zhao Kuan's statement: "Before the investigation results are released, any speculation or accusation without evidence is irresponsible!"...

These voices, like subtle yet steadfast warm currents, quietly flowed into her slightly chilled heart.

She made the right choice.

The students in Class 6 actually believed her.

Including the homeroom teacher.

How can this not be heartening?

She leaned gently against the cold wall, closed her eyes, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly.

He forced back the warmth that was almost welling up in his eye sockets.

A barely perceptible, yet genuine, curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Huahua, what are you daydreaming about? Let's go!"

Zhang Wen came running over excitedly and took her arm.

By now, most of the day students have already left.

The campus was deserted.

Fearing that Fu Hua might overthink things, Zhang Wen kept offering words of encouragement and comfort.

The two had just reached the school gate with their bicycles pushed.

At the gatehouse, a figure was waiting there; it was Su Xiao, an editor from the Municipal People's Publishing House.

She stared at the school gate, her face filled with anxiety.

Upon seeing Fu Hua, he immediately hurried over to greet her.

"Fu Hua, I've finally found you! I thought you'd gone home."

Su Xiao's tone was urgent and apologetic, "I'm so sorry for coming to see you so suddenly."

Fu Hua remembered Su Xiao; she had given her the school's address before they parted last time.

I didn't expect them to find us so quickly.

"Editor Su, is there anything I can help you with?"

Su Xiao glanced at Zhang Wen.

Fu Hua moved closer to Zhang Wen: "She's my friend, so please just say what you want to say."

"That's right."

The matter was urgent, and Su Xiao didn't have time to waste: "The company received an urgent task: to compile the introduction and table of contents of a newly published cutting-edge computer book from abroad."

It needs to be translated as soon as possible to assess its value. It's full of technical jargon, and even our translators are scratching their heads.

I immediately thought of you... Could you please help me? It's really urgent!

Fu Hua looked at Zhang Wen, who was completely bewildered.

Looking at Su Xiao, who was full of expectation, he nodded: "Editor Su, don't worry, I'll take a look for you."

She turned to Zhang Wen and said, "Wenwen, you should go back first. I have something to take care of here."

Although Zhang Wen was curious, she was sensible enough not to ask any further questions.

He told me to "go home early" and then left.

The school gate wasn't a good place to talk, so Su Xiao drove Fu Hua to a relatively quiet roast duck restaurant near the school, ordered their food, and...

He then handed her a thick stack of English documents.

Fu Hua lowered her head and carefully reviewed the materials. When she encountered unfamiliar technical terms, she discussed them with Su Xiao.

She can quickly grasp the core concepts and provide accurate translations.

In just over ten minutes, the original problem was solved.

Just then, the food was served, and Su Xiao invited Fu Hua to eat with her.

Fu Hua didn't stand on ceremony and sat down comfortably.

Perfect timing, she was a little hungry.

Looking at the girl across from him, who was so calm and focused even while eating, Su Xiao was once again impressed by her abilities.

I couldn't help but exclaim, "Fu Hua, to be honest, I'm always shocked every time I see you. Are you really a high school student? Your level is better than some of the veteran editors in our company."

There was really no one in her unit who could translate it; otherwise, she wouldn't have been carrying the document around looking for someone.

"Editor Su, you're too kind."

Su Xiao paused, as if remembering something, her tone becoming indignant: "Oh right, when I was waiting for you at school just now, I overheard the gatekeeper and a few other students talking about..."

"What? You cheated on the monthly exam? You got a perfect score and you're being suspected? That's utter nonsense!"

"Do you think I didn't cheat?"

Fu Hua watched with great interest this urban elite she was meeting for the second time.

Su Xiao put down her chopsticks, looked at Fu Hua with an extremely serious and determined look in her eyes: "I don't care whether others believe me or not, I, Su Xiao, believe you a hundred percent!"

Putting everything else aside, just based on your English skills—vocabulary, sense of language, and accuracy of translation—I feel like you could easily get a perfect score on the college entrance exam in English.

Not to mention you can understand this kind of professional material; those who doubt you have no idea how knowledgeable you are!

This unwavering trust comes from a relatively "authoritative" adult and professional.

What made Fu Hua feel more grounded and recognized than the support from her classmates was the sense of accomplishment she felt.

It seems she wasn't so extraordinary after all.

She looked up, met Su Xiao's sincere gaze, and softly said, "Thank you for your trust, Editor Su."

After finishing her meal, Fu Hua completed the translation and organization of the most difficult part, her handwriting neat and her terminology accurate.

Su Xiao took the manuscript as if it were a priceless treasure.

He immediately took an envelope out of his bag and tried to hand it to Fu Hua: "Fu Hua, this is your reward for this. You must accept it. You really helped me a lot today."

Fu Hua firmly pushed the envelope back, her tone calm but unquestionable: "Editor Su, I can't accept this money."

"As I've said before, helping with difficult problems is a learning and training activity, not a transaction."

I'm already very grateful for the opportunity you've given me to access cutting-edge knowledge. If it always comes at a cost, then the experience loses its meaning.