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

In the beam of light, Xie Ci was sitting steadily on a thick tree branch.

His military-style jacket was open, revealing a dark sweater underneath.

He held onto the tree trunk with his left hand, while his right hand was holding up a long tree branch.

An enamel bowl was suspended from the top of a tree branch by a thin rope.

The bowl was steaming hot, which was the source of the aroma.

Fu Hua was stunned.

Xie Ci raised an eyebrow at her, a smile in his eyes.

He made a "catch" gesture with his free left hand.

The branch carrying the bowl slowly stretched towards the window, its movement remarkably steady.

Fu Hua then realized what was happening.

He quickly reached out and took the still-hot enamel bowl.

A folded piece of paper was tucked between the edges of the bowl.

She placed the bowl on the windowsill, unfolded the note, and read the apology in strong, forceful handwriting:

"I invited you for wontons, but you always said you were busy. Turns out you were busy buying new clothes?"

Fu Hua looked up at him and lowered her voice, "How did you climb up here?"

Although this ginkgo tree is next to the house,

But there were still two or three meters between her and her window.

The nearest tree branch is also more than a meter below.

The tree trunk was bare, with nowhere to even step.

Xie Ci chuckled lightly, his voice exceptionally clear in the winter night: "Soldiers, you don't even have this much skill?"

He deftly moved from the thickest branch to a branch beside the bed.

His tone was calm. "Eat it while it's hot. It's the last bowl from Old Zhang at the alley entrance. I snatched it from him. I'll take you to the place I mentioned last time next time."

Fu Hua held the warm enamel bowl, the aroma of wontons wafting into her nose.

The soup noodles were topped with bright green scallions and seaweed, and a few golden strands of egg.

"How...how did you know I didn't eat dinner?"

She asked.

Xie Ci leaned against the wall under the window, took out a cigarette case from his pocket, and said goodbye.

After thinking for a moment, he stuffed it back: "What's going on in the family compound that I don't know?"

The moonlight shone on his profile, outlining his strong features.

"Pshaw, I don't believe it."

Fu Hua ate the wontons in small bites, and the hot soup warmed her whole body.

"Then do you know why Qin Che was suddenly transferred to the northwest border defense?"

Xie Ci crossed his arms, a half-smile playing on his lips.

Fu Hua slightly raised her eyes. This morning at the breakfast table, Su Yurou had mentioned something...

It is said that Qin Che has been transferred, originally to the outskirts of Beijing, and will be able to return to Beijing in a year at most.

Now he's been sent to the northwest border, where I've heard conditions are harsh.

Moreover, I don't know when I'll be able to come back.

Su Yurou sounded indignant at the time, wishing that Qin Che would never come back.

Fu Chaochao turned pale when she heard this.

"You know?"

Fu Hua lowered her head and drank her soup.

Xie Ci's smile deepened, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes: "I know. Not only do I know, but I also know that what was originally one year has now become three years."

Why?

"Well..."

He drew out his words, deliberately keeping her in suspense, "Military secret, I can't say."

Fu Hua frowned: "So you just don't know."

"Provocation doesn't work on me."

Xie Ci smiled like a fox, "But I can tell you something: some people have overreached themselves and should go to the border to get some fresh air and sober up."

These words are quite meaningful.

Fu Hua thought of something, but felt it was unlikely.

"Did you do this?"

She asked tentatively.

The acknowledgments neither confirmed nor denied the allegations.

He simply said, "Eat quickly, it'll upset your stomach if it gets cold."

After Fu Hua finished eating the last wonton, she handed the bowl back to him.

Xie Ci took it, and his fingers accidentally touched her fingertips, causing them both to pause.

"Thanks."

Fu Hua said softly.

"You're welcome."

Xie Ci looked at her, his eyes softening in the moonlight. "Remember to eat on time next time; your health is your own responsibility."

He took a few steps back, waved to her, and then turned and disappeared into the night.

The military boots crunched softly on the fallen leaves as they walked away.

Fu Hua closed the window; the aroma of wontons still lingered in the room.

It was mixed with her unique, faint fragrance.

She leaned against the window, looking at the bare ginkgo tree.

A complex feeling welled up inside me.

The next day at school, Fu Hua and Zhang Wen found the atmosphere unusually lively as soon as they entered the classroom.

As soon as Wang Jing, the class's academic representative, saw her, she rushed over: "Fu Hua, have you heard? Have you heard? Minghua High School is going to play a friendly match against our school!"

"A basketball game?"

Fu Hua put down her schoolbag, remembering how Fu Youchuan had left in such a hurry yesterday.

"This is more than just a friendly match!"

Chen Zhe, sitting in the front seat, turned around and said excitedly,

"I heard that people from the provincial sports commission will be coming to watch the competition, and players who perform exceptionally well may be recommended for the national youth team!"

"Really?"

The surrounding classmates all gathered around.

"Absolutely true!"

Zhao Meng squeezed through the back row of the classroom. "My cousin works at the Sports Commission. He told me that himself."

The main purpose of this assessment was to identify promising basketball players among high school students, in preparation for the next National Games.

The classroom erupted in chaos.

"Lin Bei definitely has a chance! He was the MVP in the last league!"

"Fu Youchuan from the senior year is not bad either; he's the captain of the school team."

"However, the No. 1 High School basketball team is also very strong; they almost made it to the national championships last year..."

Zhang Wen leaned close to Fu Hua's ear and whispered, "I heard the competition is next Sunday at the stadium. It's going to be really exciting. Hua Hua, shall we go watch it together?"

Before Fu Hua could answer, the classroom door was pushed open.

Lin Bei walked in.

He wore a dark blue sweater today, which made his skin look very fair.

Upon entering, it immediately sparked whispers among the girls in Class 6.

His gaze swept across the classroom, and he nodded slightly when he saw Fu Hua.

Then I went to my seat.

He has now officially transferred to Class 6, and is sitting behind Fu Hua.

He is considered a promising student who receives significant attention from both teachers and classmates.

"Lin Bei, will you participate in the basketball game?"

Chen Zhe asked impatiently.

"Um."

Lin Bei gave a brief answer and took out his textbook from his schoolbag.

"Then you'd better perform well; I heard the national team is coming to select players!"

Lin Bei paused, said nothing, and simply turned the pages of the book.

But Fu Hua noticed that his fingers tightened slightly as he held the pen.

The atmosphere in Class 6 of Ding was getting more and more lively.

Although this class was labeled as a "bad class",

But the boys' passion for basketball remains undiminished.

Chen Zhe and Zhao Meng, along with a few other boys, even spontaneously organized a cheerleading squad to cheer on Lin Bei.

After lunch, Fu Hua and Zhang Wen strolled around the campus to digest their food.

A deafening roar erupted from the basketball court.

The school team has intensified its training in preparation for Sunday's game.

Zhang Wen's eyes lit up, and she eagerly pulled her over, saying, "Huahua, let's go watch them train!"

The basketball court was surrounded by layers of students.

On the field, Fu Youchuan is leading the school team in a scrimmage.

He was in excellent form today, scoring several layups in a row, drawing cheers from the crowd.

"Brother Chuan is on fire today!"

"That's right, we can't afford to lose to No. 1 Middle School on Saturday."

Lin Bei was also on the court; he had changed into a dark blue tracksuit.

His movements weren't as flamboyant as Fu Youchuan's, but they were steady and methodical.

Several exquisite passes assisted his teammates in scoring.

Fu Youchuan dribbled past half-court and beckoned to Lin Bei with his finger: "One-on-one, dare to try?"

The sidelines fell silent instantly.

Everyone knew about the subtle tension between the two, and it wasn't just because of basketball.

Lin Bei wiped his sweat and nodded calmly: "Okay."