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

Fu Hua glanced at the last question; it was different from hers.

This question was exactly the example she had explained to Zhang Wen.

It's remarkable that she did it all perfectly, without missing a single step.

"This child has a chance to be in the top 100 in the whole school next time."

Principal Gao couldn't help but exclaim, "Class 6... truly hides hidden talents!"

He patted Zhao Kuan on the shoulder and said, "Teacher Zhao, you are a good teacher."

It's remarkable that they were able to discover a genius like Fu Hua in Class D, and also help a student with potential like Zhang Wen continue to improve.

The school has decided that you are the first candidate for the Outstanding Class Teacher award this semester.

Zhao Kuan's nose suddenly stung with tears.

An outstanding homeroom teacher?

He taught Class Ding for three years, but this word was never associated with him.

At every teachers' meeting, Class 6 of Ding is always cited as a negative example, implying that "management needs to be strengthened" and "the learning atmosphere needs to be improved."

He even overheard other teachers gossiping: "Zhao Kuan's life is pretty much over; he can only teach bad classes."

And now...

His students are all very successful.

He was also praised in this way by the principal.

Zhao Kuan opened his mouth, as if to say something, but only managed to utter a choked syllable.

In the end, all I could do was bow deeply and clutch the two exam papers tightly to my chest.

—It was as if they were upholding the dignity of the entire Class 6.

Before the last class in the afternoon, the head of the teaching department personally led two support staff members...

Four huge copies of the exam paper were printed on both sides and pasted on the bulletin board in the main hall of the teaching building.

The answers to each question were clearly visible in black ink on red paper.

The Chinese composition that the grade head teacher praised as "philosophical thinking beyond one's age"

It was fully presented to everyone.

When the bell rang, someone noticed the notice on the bulletin board and immediately spread the word.

In no time, the small bulletin board was surrounded by a huge crowd.

"Make way! Let me see!"

"A perfect score in math? That last question...?"

"What did you write in your English essay? The handwriting is so beautiful!"

The crowd grew larger and larger.

Not only second-year high school students, but even first- and third-year high school students were crowding at the front.

The bulletin board was crowded with people.

But there was none of the usual commotion when checking grades—

Everyone was stunned by the answers.

A high school senior wearing glasses adjusted his glasses.

Pointing to the last physics question on the combined science exam: "This... uses calculus? No, this is introductory variational calculus? That's university level content!"

The senior high school physics class representative next to him turned pale: "I spent forty minutes and only managed to write down the first question. Her derivation process... is simply insane!"

"The entire video is being made public."

Someone said from behind, "The principal said that anyone with doubts can apply to see the videotape."

Dead silence.

Then came a collective gasp of shock.

"Make way, everyone! Students from Class 6 can look at Fu Hua's test paper first!"

Zhao Meng pushed through the crowd with a gruff voice, followed by all the students from Class 6 of Ding.

They stood tall, their eyes shining—

That was the pride that had been suppressed for too long and was finally released.

Several students in Class A instinctively wanted to say something.

Chen Zhe glared at him, and he snapped back, "What? Still want to accuse me of cheating? Come on, say it again while looking at these papers?"

No one dared to speak.

Those exam papers were like slaps in the face.

The slap landed on the faces of everyone who had ever questioned Fu Hua.

The class monitor and the academic representative squeezed to the front.

Her fingers gently traced Fu Hua's name on the bulletin board, and tears suddenly streamed down her face: "I knew it... I knew she could do it."

The students of Class 6 finally felt proud!

Zhang Wen stood on the outskirts of the crowd; her report card wasn't posted there.

But as long as Fu Hua shines, that's enough to prove her innocence.

Suddenly, the panic she felt during the retake of the exam flashed through her mind.

Remembering the hug Fu Hua gave her after the exam,

I remember the soda bottles that my classmates were holding up in the cafeteria.

"Thank you,."

She said softly.

It was said to Hua, and also to the self that never gave up.

Zhou Tao suddenly raised his arm and shouted, "Class Ding is awesome!"

"Dingban is awesome!"

More than twenty voices responded in unison, echoing in the lobby of the teaching building.

That voice contained tears, laughter, and the resentment of never being favored.

And today, I feel the exhilaration of finally wiping away my shame.

The teachers who passed by did not stop the shouts of "discipline violation".

They simply watched quietly, watching these children labeled as "poor students."

For the first time, I stood tall in front of all the teachers and students.

Lin Bei walked to the bulletin board.

He walked through the crowd, his gaze piercing through the gaps in the throng.

I stared intently at the three solutions to the last question on the math exam.

There wasn't one he could do.

He couldn't even understand the question, let alone the answer.

His fingers unconsciously dug into his palm.

750 points

Two scores of 750.

This cannot be explained away by having a good question format or good luck.

This is the talent he is least willing to admit.

It's an overwhelming gap in strength.

Lin Bei recalled the first time he met Fu Hua,

She walked past the court, looking quiet and reserved, much like a country bumpkin who wasn't good at expressing herself.

When the monthly exam results came out, he, like everyone else, suspected her of cheating.

arrogant.

Short-sighted, like a frog at the bottom of a well.

All of this is about him.

He always thought that being first in his grade was something to be proud of.

She is also one of the best among her peers at home.

He thought that the university textbooks he was reading were beyond the level of his peers.

They thought they had already seen the height of "heaven".

Only today did he understand what it meant to be "there is always something beyond this world".

The country girl he looked down on and doubted,

They have already reached a height that he needs to look up to.

It wasn't because of family background, nor because of luck.

Instead, it was based on genuine, despair-inducing talent.

"Lin Bei?"

Wang Lei from Class A nudged him, "Why is your face so pale?"

Lin Bei shook his head and turned to leave the crowd.

His steps faltered slightly, his mind filled with Fu Hua's calm face—

Her composure in the face of doubt, and the faint smile on her face when she was surrounded by Class Ding in the cafeteria.

He had always thought it was just a facade of composure, but now he understood.

That's a kind of knowing what you possess.

I have absolute confidence in where I'm going.

And he, this so-called "chosen one,"

I have never truly possessed this kind of confidence.

The tremors in front of the bulletin board were like ripples spreading outwards from a boulder thrown into a lake.

The homeroom teachers of all first-year high school classes held an emergency class meeting: "Have you seen Fu Hua's example? Don't limit yourself!"

The students in Class A of Grade 11 silently suppressed their sense of superiority.

If even students from Class 6 of Ding can be selected by national institutions, what right do I have to be proud?

Senior high school students secretly passed around Fu Hua's copybook of exam papers during evening self-study sessions.

The murmurs were filled with awe: "If this junior took the college entrance exam, she'd be a shoo-in for the top scorer in the province, right?"

The discussions in the teachers' office went much deeper.

"Zhao Kuan is really going to turn things around this time."

One teacher remarked, "With Fu Hua and Zhang Wen, Class Ding's average score is likely to rise significantly."

"Professor Yan personally came to recruit him, this is quite a high-level recruitment drive..."

The physics group leader shook his head. "I've been teaching for thirty years, and this is the first time I've seen a high school student be pre-booked by the national mobile station."

Do you know what that means? She could go directly into a national-level research group after graduating from high school, with mentors who were all academicians.

It's true what they say, comparisons are the thief of joy.