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

The phone rang again, and this time Fu Xiao answered it.

Su Yurou's gentle voice came through the receiver: "Hello, Principal, have the results come out? Is Fu Hua...?"

She simply didn't have the courage to ask.

"Old Fu, Director Su, the results are in."

"How is it?"

Fu Xiao's voice was somewhat hoarse.

"You'd better come to the school right away."

Principal Gao's voice was serious and solemn.

"We need to discuss the child's grades in person. By the way, Professor Yan from Huaguo University is here and has something important to discuss with you."

There was a three-second silence on the other end of the phone, followed by Fu Xiao's urgent voice: "We're coming right away."

In the cafeteria, Fu Hua was surrounded by her classmates.

Listen to them chattering away about their "celebration plans"—even though the results haven't been officially announced yet.

"If you really score over 700, will those guys in Class A still dare to call us the 'garbage class'?"

Zhang Meng waved his chopsticks excitedly.

"Fu Hua,"

After Li Juan finished using the restroom, she came in from outside and asked, "Were your parents called to the principal's office? I think I saw their car enter the school gate just now."

The lively atmosphere instantly cooled down.

Fu Hua paused for a moment while picking up food with her chopsticks, then quickly regained her composure: "Well, I should be talking about grades."

"them……"

Zhang Wen hesitated, seemingly wanting to speak but stopping herself. Others might not know, but she was aware of Fu Hua's situation at home.

Fu Chaochao was clearly the daughter of the instigator, yet she was kept in the Fu family as an adopted daughter.

If Fu Hua does it this time...

She dared not think about what her biological parents would do.

"It's okay."

Fu Hua put down her chopsticks, her gaze sweeping over each concerned face. "I have you all."

These words were spoken so lightly, yet so heavily.

Chen Zhe suddenly stood up, raising his soda bottle: "Come on! No matter the score, no matter what others say, Fu Hua will always be a member of our Class 6!"

"Cheers!"

More than twenty soda bottles collided, and bubbles surged up joyfully.

Sunlight streamed through the greasy windows of the cafeteria, illuminating the faces of the boys and girls who were often referred to as "underachievers."

There is light in everyone's eyes.

At this moment, a storm that would completely change the Fu family's fortunes was brewing in the principal's office.

A recommendation form was placed in front of Professor Yan.

Principal Gao held Fu Hua's report card in his hand.

Fu Xiao and Su Yurou, who rushed over, had complex expressions on their faces.

All clues will collide and explode in this enclosed space.

Fu Hua finished the last sip of her soda and looked out the window toward the principal's office.

The real battle has just begun.

The brown wooden bracelet felt slightly warm on my wrist.

The cool, refreshing scent of the spring water flowed through her meridians, soothing her only remaining anxiety.

Whatever she is about to face, she is ready.

In the afternoon, students attended classes as usual.

The air in the principal's office was heavy, as if it could be wrung out of water.

President Gao sat in the main seat beside the deep red solid wood conference table.

From left to right: Grade Director, Dean of Students.

The education bureau official, and the female teacher who proctored the senior high school exam papers.

And Zhao Kuan, whose back was ramrod straight.

At this moment, the hands of the homeroom teacher of Class 6, Ding, trembled slightly on her knees.

It's not nervousness,

Rather, it was some kind of irrepressible excitement.

—From the moment he received the notification to attend the meeting in the principal's office, Zhao Kuan had a strong premonition.

Fu Hua's results this time must be extraordinary.

Otherwise, the meeting wouldn't have been so serious.

This homeroom teacher, who was always at the bottom of the class, was about to rise to the occasion.

The door was pushed open, and Fu Hua walked in.

She was wearing a blue cotton coat, black pants, a low ponytail, and brown wooden bracelets that were faintly visible on her cuffs.

His demeanor was as calm and serene as a pine tree.

Fu Hua's gaze calmly swept over everyone present.

Finally, the focus shifted to Fu Xiao and Su Yurou, who were sitting on the sofa on the right.

The parents' expressions were complicated.

Fu Xiao frowned, his fingers unconsciously tapping his knee.

Su Yurou sat upright, forcing a smile on her well-maintained face, but she dared not meet Fu Hua's gaze.

It seems they don't know her grades yet.

"Fu Hua, please have a seat."

Principal Gao pointed to the empty seat next to Zhao Kuan, his attitude unusually friendly.

Fu Hua sat down as instructed, knees together, hands folded on her lap.

This posture made her appear both respectful and distant.

It's like attending a meeting that has nothing to do with you.

"Everyone is here."

Principal Gao cleared his throat and pulled out a report card with a red seal from the folder. "The results of Fu Hua's re-examination today are now officially announced."

All eyes were focused on that piece of paper.

"Chinese, 150 points; Mathematics, 150 points; English, 150 points; Science, 300 points."

Principal Gao spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice trembling.

Each number struck the silent air like a hammer blow: "Total score, 750 points, perfect score, perfect score in every subject."

I can still get a perfect score on the retake!

A collective gasp filled the office.

Zhao Kuan clenched his fist tightly, his nails digging into his palm.

750 points – even with the difficulty of the questions increased by 30%,

It can still be a perfect score!?

If this isn't genius, what is it?

The class he taught, Class D, produced a true genius!

God!!

"How is this possible...?"

Su Yurou murmured involuntarily, then realized she had lost her composure and hurriedly covered her mouth.

Fu Xiao's expression changed repeatedly, from shock to doubt, and then to a complex and indescribable expression.

He looked at Fu Hua, as if seeing his daughter for the first time truly: "How...how did you do that?"

"Mr. Fu,"

The head of student affairs couldn't help but speak, his voice filled with excitement. He had witnessed the birth of a genius.

"The entire re-examination was recorded on video, with four proctors monitoring the exam closely. Fu Hua did not leave the classroom at all, not even going to the toilet. There is absolutely no possibility that her score was falsified."

The senior high school teacher said, "I don't know about other subjects, but in English and Chinese, Fu Hua's answers were very standard, and I couldn't find a single flaw."

Principal Gao added, "This time, the question-setting team was Professor Yan from Peking University, not a teacher from our school. They can all testify that these questions have never appeared in any teaching materials before."

Fu Hua sat quietly, as if the discussion wasn't about her own affairs.

Only Zhao Kuan noticed that her interlaced fingers tightened slightly for a moment.

Just then, the door to the inner lounge opened.

A man with gray hair, wearing a gray Zhongshan suit, came out.

He looked to be in his early fifties, with a straight back like a pine tree and sharp, eagle-like eyes behind his glasses.

The most striking feature was the small, dark blue badge on his chest—

The symbol of a recipient of a national-level academic allowance.

Let me introduce myself.

Principal Gao immediately stood up, his attitude respectful, "This is Professor Yan Guodong, a tenured professor in the Department of Mathematics, Department of Physics, and Department of Chemistry at Huaguo University."

Director of the State Key Laboratory of Condensed Matter Physics, and also a specially appointed expert of the Ministry of Education's "Everest Project".

With each new title announced, the atmosphere in the office grew more somber.

Each of these titles is something that inspires awe and fear.

"He was also one of the teachers who proctored Fu Hua's exam; he was there the whole time."

Professor Yan waved his hand and walked straight to Fu Hua.

His gaze swept over her from head to toe like a scalpel.