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

Outside the window, the night was thick.

The light from the Fu family courtyard shines out, but it doesn't illuminate too much of the space.

The ginkgo leaves outside the window have all fallen in the past month or so.

Only withered branches remained.

Further into the night, certain changes are quietly taking place.

Like an undercurrent deep underground, it will one day break through the soil.

Fu Hua stood by the window, the wooden bracelet on her wrist slightly warm.

The essence of the spiritual spring flowed through her body, bringing her a strange clarity.

After washing up, before going to bed, I habitually drink a glass of spiritual spring water.

All the restlessness subsided into silence.

Thursday afternoon, two weeks later

Zhao Kuan carried two large stacks of exercise books through the school building corridor, his steps almost unsteady.

The two dark bruises were particularly noticeable on his thin face.

But the corners of his mouth always unconsciously turn up.

This has been going on for the past two weeks; he's so excited he can't sleep well.

"Teacher Zhao, are you going to print test papers again?"

Mr. Li, the homeroom teacher of Class B next door, joked, "Your class is now the 'key support target' of the whole school."

This was said with a good-natured teasing tone.

Since Fu Hua made a stunning debut in the re-examination,

Class 6 suddenly became the "focus area" for all subject teachers.

The math team provided three extra sets of challenging problems.

The English teacher volunteered to add extra classes, and even the usually serious head of the physics teaching and research group came to observe the class in person.

It was euphemistically called "Researching Cases of Underachieving Students Turning Around,"

In reality, his eyes never left Fu Hua.

A genius, indeed, looks different from everyone else.

Zhao Kuan smiled and agreed, but he knew perfectly well that half of these "special treatments" were aimed at Fu Hua.

During the grade-level meeting, the homeroom teacher of Class A and the subject teachers hinted more than once.

"Fu Hua should be given a better environment."

The implication was that Ding's class was "wasting talent."

The most incredible thing was that last week, the head of the teaching department personally spoke with him.

First, he praised his effective teaching, then changed the subject: "Xiao Zhao, do you think a promising student like Fu Hua deserves better resources? After all, Class A has a more comprehensive teaching staff..."

Zhao Kuan's heart sank.

He had taught three classes of Class D, so he knew all too well what this meant—

Good students are poached, and the remaining children are once again labeled as "abandoned children".

With red eyes, he argued vehemently with the head of student affairs.

From "educational equity" to "never abandoning or giving up on anyone,"

Finally, he almost slammed his fist on the table: "Fu Hua is doing just fine in Class D! She's willing to teach her classmates, and they trust her! Why does she have to go to Class A?"

The commotion alerted Principal Gao, who was passing by.

The old man listened at the door for a while, and when he pushed the door open and came in, his face was expressionless.

He first went to look at Zhao Kuan's red eyes.

He glanced at the head of student affairs's embarrassed expression and said only two sentences:

"First, students have the right to choose their classes. Second—"

He looked at Zhao Kuan with a rare gentleness in his eyes, "Teacher Zhao, you can continue teaching Class D. Fu Hua will stay in Class D-6."

At that moment, Zhao Kuan almost burst into tears.

At 3:50 p.m., just as the bell rang to signal the end of get out of class, the back door of Class D was blocked by a crowd.

"Excuse me! Excuse me! Fu Hua is going to talk about comprehensive mechanics problems today!"

The physics class representative from Class A of the second year of high school squeezed to the front, holding his notebook.

He was followed by seven or eight students from different classes.

The students in Class D in the classroom were used to it.

Chen Zhe stood up with a dark expression, blocking Fu Hua's desk like a wall: "Line up! Line up! Our classmates go first!"

"Chen Zhe".

Fu Hua patted his arm, her voice calm, "It's okay, I can hear you."

She got up and walked to the blackboard, the brown wooden bracelet sliding down to her fair wrist as she moved.

The chalk spun in her hand.

It makes a crisp "tap" sound when it lands on the blackboard.

"Today we'll be discussing connective tissue problems."

Her voice wasn't loud, but the classroom instantly fell silent.

"Many people get stuck at the force analysis step, but you just need to remember one principle—start by disassembling the simplest part."

The chalk glides across the blackboard, drawing a clear force diagram.

She didn't use any complicated terms.

Instead, they used metaphors like "like several people pushing a box together" and "like a rope in a tug-of-war."

He made abstract physical concepts come alive.

More and more people gathered in the corridor outside the window.

At first, it was just a few curious students from Class A.

Later, even the senior students in their final year of high school peered through the window—they were stuck on this type of question in their monthly exam the following week.

"...So the key here isn't how fast you can calculate, but figuring out who's pushing whom."

After writing the last formula, Fu Hua turned to look at the audience and asked, "Any questions?"

There was a two-second silence in the classroom, then a boy in the back row timidly raised his hand: "Fu Hua, I... I didn't understand the acceleration distribution part..."

"Which step did you not understand?"

Fu Hua walked over and bent down to look at his draft paper.

The boy's face turned bright red, and his hands were trembling.

Outside the window, physics teacher Wang Gang walked by carrying his lesson plans.

I wanted to urge the senior high school students to go back to class for self-study, but my steps were stopped by the writing on the blackboard.

He adjusted his glasses and stared at the lines of derivation for a full minute.

— Concise and elegant, skipping the tedious steps in textbooks and getting straight to the point.

None of these teachers could explain it so simply and easily.

"Teacher Wang?"

A student called his name quietly.

Wang Gang snapped out of his reverie and waved his hand, signaling the students to continue listening.

He quietly entered the classroom through the back door and sat down in an empty seat in the last row.

He is a top-level teacher who has mentored countless students in competitions.

Even he might not be able to explain something so effortlessly.

Fu Hua was giving the boy a private explanation.

"Look, you drew the direction of the force incorrectly here."

She circled it in red on the draft: "It's not pushing, it's pulling. Imagine you and your deskmate are having a tug-of-war with a rope; the forces on the rope are mutual..."

The boy's eyes gradually lit up: "I get it! So the acceleration should be calculated in reverse!"

"right."

Fu Hua straightened up, her gaze sweeping over the focused faces in the classroom. "Does anyone else have similar questions? Let's discuss them together."

In the corner, a girl muttered softly, "I used to think physics was like a foreign language... but now it seems like the mush in my head has been sorted out."

This remark elicited a low chuckle.

As they laughed, many people's eyes reddened.

Most of the students in Class D grew up surrounded by voices saying "You can't do it," "You're stupid," and "That's all you'll ever be."

They were used to not understanding the lessons and to copying answers for their homework.

I'm used to guessing on multiple-choice questions during exams.

It's not that I don't want to learn, it's that I don't know how to learn.

But after Fu Hua arrived, some things quietly changed.

She would break down a difficult problem into seven or eight simpler ones.

I will identify the points where each person is stuck and explain them in the most effective way.

Everyone's eyes will soon light up.

Even if someone doesn't understand, she would never say, "How come you don't even know this?"

They simply said, "Let's try a different approach."

That feeling of being treated equally and taught seriously...

Many children experienced this for the first time in over a decade.

"Make way! Make way!"

Chen Zhe, his voice rough, tried to maintain order, like a mother hen protecting her chicks, "Don't push! Fu Hua's voice is hoarse from talking!"

Zhang Wen handed her a thermos cup, which contained dried sea buckthorn fruit.

This was specially prepared by her mother, who said that Fu Hua talks so much every day and needs to protect her voice.