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

After a long silence, Professor Yan suddenly laughed: "Little girl, who taught you relativity for that last physics problem?"

"Self-taught."

Fu Hua stood up, neither humble nor arrogant, and said, "The school library has 'An Introduction to Special Relativity,' and the Lorentz transformation is mentioned in the appendix of the second-year high school physics textbook."

"Can I derive the time dilation formula through self-study?"

Professor Yan took a photocopy of the exam paper from his briefcase.

Pointing to the blank space of the last big question—where it was densely covered with derivations—

"This is second-year university material."

Fu Hua paused for two seconds: "The book says that time slows down when the speed approaches the speed of light. I wanted to know why, so I read a few more books."

A casual remark: "I've read a few more books."

This made all the teachers present feel ashamed.

Professor Yan gestured for Fu Hua to sit down, then pulled up a chair and sat opposite her.

This action broke down the barriers between superiors and subordinates.

It's more like an equal dialogue between scholars.

"My other role is as the head of a national basic scientific research post-station."

His voice was steady and powerful: "The mission of this station is to find talented teenagers nationwide and bring them into the scientific research training system in advance."

We don't set our sights on age or education; we only value two things—talent and character.

Fu Xiao couldn't help but ask, "Professor Yan, what do you mean...?"

"What I mean is,"

Professor Yan turned to Fu's parents and said solemnly, "I hope that Fu Hua will join the preparatory talent training program of the mobile station."

Every Saturday, all day, there are intensive training sessions during winter and summer vacations, where I personally lead and guide the team.

She can choose her own research direction; currently, she shows great potential in theoretical physics and interdisciplinary applications.

The office was completely silent.

Zhao Kuan blushed with excitement—a national-level research post-station!

He has been teaching for twenty years, and the best students he has produced have only managed to get into top universities.

No one has ever been selected by an organization of this caliber before!

"Of course, this is not free."

Professor Yan took an envelope from his inner pocket and pushed it in front of Fu Hua. "Prospective talents will enjoy the treatment of a national level-two assistant researcher, with a basic monthly allowance of 300 yuan and additional subsidies for research projects. This is the first month's allowance in advance."

Three hundred yuan!

In 1985, the average worker's monthly salary was only forty or fifty yuan.

Fu Xiao, a regimental-level officer in the military, received no more than a hundred yuan even with all his allowances.

Su Yurou works as the director of the troupe, earning only a little over 80 yuan a month.

Three hundred, which is more than the combined salaries of the two of them.

Three hundred yuan is also the income level of a senior engineer.

Su Yurou's face instantly flushed with excitement, and she didn't know where to put her hands.

Her family originally had many peers in scientific research.

They are either professors or scholars.

Only she, back then, married into a military family against her parents' wishes.

Even now, her parents haven't forgiven her because of this.

If her daughter joins the research station,

Will her family forgive her and be willing to take her back?

Looking at Fu Hua with maternal love and tenderness, Su Yurou looked at her.

Fu Hua didn't touch the envelope immediately; instead, she lowered her head and pondered.

This research station is, of course, far inferior to her original status.

She had never heard of it before.

However, for her now, this is a good starting point.

This also met her expectations.

A moment later, she raised her head.

Looking directly into Professor Yan's eyes: "What do I need to do to join the research station?"

"Learn, think, ask questions, and solve problems as much as possible."

Professor Yan's eyes flashed with admiration. "More importantly, maintain your curiosity about the world."

Our ultimate goal is to cultivate people who can ask new questions, not just those who solve them.

He paused, then softened his tone: "In addition, the mobile station has attached dormitories, and trainees whose families live far away can apply for accommodation. All expenses are covered by the project."

This sentence is like a key, gently unlocking a door.

Fu Hua lowered her eyelids, and the brown wooden bracelet on her wrist made a very slight clinking sound.

The essence of the spiritual spring flowed slowly through my body, bringing clarity and calmness.

She knew what this meant—not just academic recognition,

It is also a path independent of the Fu family.

They enjoy economic independence, have their accommodation provided, and are protected by a national-level platform.

"I do."

Three words, clear and firm.

Professor Yan smiled, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes smoothed out.

He stood up and extended his hand to Fu Hua: "Welcome to the team, Comrade Fu Hua."

Comrade—

This name, so full of the characteristics of its time, seems particularly solemn at this moment.

It signifies equality and recognition.

This means that Fu Hua is no longer anyone's daughter or sister.

Rather, it is an independent, formally accepted research talent by national institutions.

Fu Xiao opened his mouth, wanting to say, "The child is still young and needs to be discussed with the family," but the words stuck in his throat like cotton wool.

He finally understood that the reason he invited them over today wasn't to discuss anything.

We only asked them to be witnesses out of respect.

Fu Hua's gaze was calm as she gracefully grasped Professor Yan's hand.

Fu Xiao glanced at the thick stack of envelopes and suddenly realized—

This daughter, who had returned from the countryside, had already changed in a way that he could not control at all.

It grew its own wings.

She has only been in Beijing for a few months!

Outside the window, the afternoon sun pierced through the clouds.

Through the crack in the principal's office door, one could faintly hear the excited chatter of students in the hallway.

That was Class 6 waiting for their hero to return.

Inside the door, Fu Hua took the envelope, her fingertips touching the texture of the brand-new banknotes.

She knew that many things would change after today.

But some things will never change—like the magical wooden bracelet on her wrist.

For example, the secrets that remain undiscovered deep within the spiritual spring.

For example, she traveled here.

Is this fate or science?

She will unravel all these mysteries sooner or later.

The shock in the office gradually subsided, and Fu Hua had to continue her class.

The couple exchanged a few words and then left the office.

The others also gradually returned to their posts.

"Comrade Fu Hua, I'll be waiting for you at the research station starting next Saturday."

Professor Yan smiled, adjusted his glasses, and said goodbye to Principal Gao.

Only the principal, Fu Hua, and Teacher Zhao remained in the office.

"Principal, what are Zhang Wen's grades?"

Fu Hua was more worried about her good friend than herself.

Only she knew how much Zhang Wen had sacrificed during this time.

"They're out too."

Principal Gao smiled and pulled out another exam paper from the bottom of the folder.

"These are Zhang Wen's grades." He handed the test paper to Zhao Kuan.

"My total score is 3 points lower than the last monthly exam, and my ranking in the grade has dropped by 5 places."

But this was achieved despite a 30% increase in the difficulty of the questions, which is extremely rare.

Zhao Kuan's hands trembled as he took the exam paper.

He quickly flipped through the math and science papers.

The solution steps are neat and clear.

Especially the last physics problem, which was so difficult that even a handful of students in Class A couldn't solve it.

Zhang Wen actually wrote out a complete thought process framework.

This child has always failed math.

Did he suddenly have a breakthrough?

maybe!

Zhao Kuan glanced at Fu Hua beside him. He knew that Zhang Wen and Fu Hua were good friends.

It seems that for a genius, failing is a bit difficult.