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

Actually, Fu Hua has a spiritual spring to soothe her throat, so she's not tired at all.

Moreover, he speaks for a maximum of half an hour each day.

She also found it troublesome to have too many.

She took the cup, took a sip, and smiled at Zhang Wen, saying, "Thank you."

That smile inexplicably dispelled most of the irritation Chen Zhe was feeling.

He knew in his heart that there was no possibility between him and Fu Hua.

He and she, one in heaven, one on earth.

One is a cloud, the other is mud.

She was destined to fly!

All he needs is to be able to see it, to be able to participate in the process of her flying.

I'm already very satisfied!

We can no longer be greedy and ask for more.

Chen Zhe smiled with relief, casually scratching his hair.

Turning to the students surrounding Fu Hua, he continued yelling, "Those who understand, go back to your seats and process this! Don't all crowd around here!"

Zhao Kuan, the homeroom teacher, stood at the back door of the classroom.

Seeing this scene brought tears to my eyes again.

What was Chen Zhe like before? He used to fight, skip classes, and talk back to teachers. He had three demerits recorded in his file.

Zhang Wen, on the surface, is very easygoing.

In reality, he is timid and has low self-esteem, and never dares to raise his hand in class.

But now, one of them has become Fu Hua's most capable "discipline committee member."

One quietly provides logistical support.

They protected Fu Hua as if she were some precious light—

The light not only illuminated Fu Hua herself,

It also illuminated those who were originally in the shadows.

"Teacher Zhao."

Wang Gang walked up to him at some point and lowered his voice, "Your students... are remarkable."

Zhao Kuan nodded vigorously, his throat tightening so he couldn't speak.

"Her approach is more effective than the 'differentiated instruction' system that our teaching and research group came up with."

Wang Gang remarked with emotion, "They don't look down on students with weak foundations, they don't show off their skills, they just genuinely say 'I'll help you understand step by step.' This kind of patience... none of us teachers have it."

Outside the window, the sun is setting in the west.

Golden-red light streamed in through the glass.

It gave Fu Hua, who was standing in front of the podium, a layer of fuzzy, shiny edge.

She bent down to draw a picture for a student, her ponytail slipping down to her shoulder.

Her profile appears exceptionally soft in the light and shadow.

The students in the corridor gradually dispersed.

The senior high school student walked along, gesturing excitedly: "So that's how the model works! I get it! I really get it!"

In Class D's classroom, Fu Hua finally finished explaining the last question.

She put down the chalk and dusted off her hands: "That's all for today. Tomorrow we'll talk about electromagnetic induction. If you have any questions to prepare, you can write them down now."

The classroom erupted with the sounds of students packing their bags, mixed with hushed whispers: "Did you understand?"

"I understand most of it!"

"I'll do it again when I get home tonight..."

When Fu Hua returned to her seat, Zhang Wen had already packed her schoolbag.

Chen Zhe muttered from the side, "Don't answer so many questions tomorrow, it's exhausting."

"Not tired."

Fu Hua slung her backpack over her shoulder, the brown wooden bracelet gleaming warmly in the setting sun. "And look, didn't they understand?"

Chen Zhe followed her gaze

—The girl who initially said her "brain was like mush,"

He was excitedly pulling his deskmate to talk about force analysis, speaking with great enthusiasm.

He suddenly choked up.

A girl like Fu Hua never wants to be protected.

Instead... let more people like him, like Zhang Wen,

Like everyone else in Class D, I had the opportunity to believe: I can do it too.

The school bell rang for quite a while before Fu Hua and Zhang Wen packed their bags and left the classroom.

The corridor was mostly empty, and the setting sun cast long shadows of the two people.

"Huahua, the question about electromagnetic induction you explained today was a bit difficult. I'll need to work on it again when I get home tonight..."

As Zhang Wen was speaking, a figure suddenly appeared from around the corner.

She was so startled that she screamed "Ah!"

Lin Bei stood there, his school uniform crisp and clean, but his hair was a little messy.

He was still clutching a physics problem set in his hand.

Upon seeing Fu Hua, he didn't say anything; his face turned red first.

"What's up?"

Fu Hua stopped in her tracks.

"I... um..."

Lin Bei stammered a couple of sentences before handing over the workbook. "This problem is a competition problem, and I'm a little confused about it. Can...can I ask you about it?"

Zhang Wen's eyes flickered slightly, and her eyebrows furrowed gently.

It turns out that even top students are just ordinary people.

I'll feel embarrassed, I'll be too proud to admit it.

She stepped forward to block Fu Hua, her tone calm: "Lin, doesn't your Class A have any teachers?"

Huahua talked about so many topics today, her voice is almost hoarse, can you let her rest for a while?

These words were so blunt that Lin Bei's face turned even redder, reddening from his ears to his neck.

His fingers tightened around the exercise book, yet he stubbornly remained rooted to the spot.

Looking at Fu Hua, he said, "Just one question... five minutes."

"Hey, what's wrong with you? Can't you understand me?"

Zhang Wen frowned, her cheeks puffed out in anger: "If you have any questions, ask them early tomorrow."

Fu Hua glanced at the exercise book in Lin Bei's hand.

It had clearly been flipped through many times; the edges of the pages were curled up.

He must have made a huge decision before coming to us.

"Let's go back to the classroom."

As she spoke, she turned and walked towards Class D.

"Huahua!"

Zhang Wen became anxious.

"soon."

Fu Hua turned around and smiled at her, "Wait for me."

Only the students on duty were sweeping the classroom.

Seeing them come in, he glanced at them curiously.

How could the two first-place winners be so peaceful?

Fu Hua pulled over two chairs, gesturing for Lin Bei to sit down.

She herself stood by the table, leaning over to look at the problem—

It's a problem that combines mechanics and electromagnetic induction.

This involves the calculation of induced electromotive force in variable acceleration motion.

"Where is it stuck?" she asked.

Lin Bei pointed to the second question: "Here... when we substitute the function of velocity changing with time, the integral is not processed."

Fu Hua nodded, took a pencil from her pencil case, and drew a simple diagram on the draft paper.

Instead of writing down the formula directly, she first asked, "Think about it, when a coil moves in a magnetic field, it cuts magnetic field lines and generates an electromotive force."

—This electromotive force, in turn, affects the current in the coil, and the current experiences a force in the magnetic field, which changes the motion of the coil…so it is actually a positive feedback process.”

Lin Bei was stunned.

When the teacher in Class A was explaining, he directly wrote down the differential equations, and he lost track of the teacher halfway through.

But when Fu Hua said that, he suddenly had a vivid image in his mind.

"Therefore, we cannot integrate directly here; we must first establish a differential equation."

Fu Hua wrote down several formulas on a piece of paper, explaining each step.

"Look, if you combine Newton's second law and Faraday's law, you get this form. And this differential equation can actually be solved using the method of separation of variables..."

The pencil scratched on the paper.

The setting sun slanted in through the window, illuminating her fingers as she held the pen—

Her fingers were slender and fair, her nails were neatly trimmed, and there were thin calluses on the base of her thumb.

Lin Bei stared at those hands, then suddenly lost in thought.

Until Fu Hua gently tapped the draft paper with her pen: "Did you understand?"

He quickly snapped back to reality and looked at the derivation process—

Clear, concise, and the physical meaning of each step is clearly marked.

The problem that had troubled him for three days was like a knotted rope being untied by Fu Hua; she simply shook it off.

"...Understood."

His throat was a little dry.

"I have several models for similar question types that I have compiled."

Fu Hua pulled a notebook out of her bag, tore out two pages, and handed them to him. "Here, take a look."