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

The whistle blew, and Fu Youchuan launched the first attack.

He charged forward like a cheetah, carrying the ball.

The physical confrontation was clearly tense.

Lin Bei defended steadily, nearly intercepting the ball several times.

But Fu Youchuan was indeed in superb form today.

He faked out the defender and scored with a jump shot.

"Again!"

Fu Youchuan's eyes were sharp.

In the following rounds, the two fought fiercely and were evenly matched.

Fu Youchuan launched a fierce attack, while Lin Bei defended tenaciously.

Until the last ball,

Fu Youchuan used his superior explosiveness to force a layup.

The basketball bounced twice on the rim before finally falling in.

The training match ended, and Fu Youchuan's team won.

He walked to the sidelines, panting, and took the towel his teammate handed him.

His gaze swept across the sidelines, finally settling on Fu Hua.

Fu Hua stood quietly, a stark contrast to the excited crowd around her.

Fu Youchuan chuckled and deliberately walked past her.

The voice wasn't loud, but it was clear enough: "See that? That's real strength. Some people think they can win everything by relying on men. Dream on."

These words were laced with barbs, and several classmates around them picked up on the implied meaning and began to whisper among themselves.

"What nonsense are you spouting now?"

Zhang Wen was so angry that her face turned red. She rolled up her sleeves and stepped forward to argue, but Fu Hua gently pulled her back.

Lin Bei also walked over at this time.

He glanced at Fu Youchuan's retreating figure, then turned to Fu Hua and said, "Don't mind what he said."

"I didn't care."

Fu Hua said calmly.

As the crowd gradually dispersed, Fu Hua and Zhang Wen slowly walked towards the stadium entrance.

Lin Bei followed and walked alongside them.

Will you be watching the game on Sunday?

Lin Bei asked, a hint of barely perceptible expectation in his voice.

Fu Hua thought for a moment: "If there's time."

Zhang Wen blinked: "There's definitely time! Lin Bei, if you get selected this time, are you going to join the professional team?"

Lin Bei shook his head: "Basketball is just a hobby. I still want to study hard and go to university."

"But this is such a rare opportunity!"

Zhang Wen was puzzled.

Most importantly, she hated seeing Fu Youchuan's smug and arrogant demeanor.

I just hope Lin Bei can be selected.

"Everyone pursues different things."

As Lin Bei spoke, he looked at Fu Hua.

"And you? What do you want to do in the future?"

Fu Hua answered almost without hesitation: "Scientific research. I want to do research in communication technology."

The winter sunset bathed her profile in a golden glow.

When those eyes spoke of dreams, they shone brightly, like green mountains after the rain.

Lin Bei stared at her blankly.

Suddenly, I felt that all the sounds around me had faded away.

He has met many people who say they "want to go to university" or "want to find a good job."

But few people can so confidently state exactly what they want to do.

There was not a trace of confusion in his eyes.

"Communication technology..."

Lin Bei repeated the word, "Is it the direction of Professor Yan's research station?"

"Um."

Fu Hua nodded. "The country needs talent in this area."

The three of them walked to the old ginkgo tree outside the stadium.

Fu Hua stopped and took out a notebook from her bag, handing it to Lin Bei: "These are the solutions to some difficult problems from last week's physics competition. You should be able to use them."

Lin Bei took the notebook, pausing slightly as his fingertips touched the cover.

The notebook was clean, and the handwriting was neat and clear.

Complex formulas are accompanied by detailed annotations.

She remained as meticulous and attentive as ever.

"Thanks."

He said in a low voice.

"You're welcome."

Fu Hua nodded to him, and she and Zhang Wen turned and left.

Lin Bei stood there, watching the two figures walk further and further away.

As the cold wind blew, the bare branches of the ginkgo tree made a mournful sound.

He opened his notebook and saw a line of small print written in the blank space of the last page: "Knowledge will never betray those who work hard."

Something deep inside me was suddenly touched.

Not far away, Fu Chaochao and Zhou Ronggang came out of the teaching building.

I happened to see this scene under the ginkgo tree.

Zhou Rong curled his lip and said sarcastically, "Oh, look, the first and second place in our grade are really close."

If you ask me, Lin Bei's transfer from Class A to Class D-6 was probably because he was seduced by some people.

With her foxy appearance, who knows what tricks she used?

Fu Chaochao gently bit her lower lip, her eyes darkening: "Zhou Rong, don't say that... She's probably just more enthusiastic and likes to help her classmates."

"enthusiastic?"

Zhou Rong sneered, "I think they have ulterior motives! Chaochao, you're just too kind. You're the one the Fu family truly raised properly."

She's just someone who came back halfway through, why should she steal your thunder? Now even Lin Bei is fawning over her.

"Stop talking."

Fu Chaochao lowered her eyes, her voice tinged with grievance, "Huahua... she probably just wants friends."

"At home, my parents and brother love me dearly. She came all alone from the countryside; she must be very lonely..."

This sounds like an attempt to defend Fu Hua.

In reality, every sentence implies that Fu Hua "robbed" and "feigned helplessness".

Zhou Rong was even angrier: "Being lonely can seduce boys? Chaochao, you're too naive!"

This can't be left like this; I have to let everyone see her true colors!

Fu Chaochao tugged at her sleeve, her eyes welling up with tears: "Zhou Rong, please don't... I'm afraid she'll be angry if she finds out. She's already had a hard time..."

"You still think about her?"

Zhou Rong was exasperated. "Chao Chao, don't get involved in this. Some people don't know their place until they're taught a lesson."

Watching Zhou Rong storm off, Fu Chaochao gently wiped her eyes.

There were no tears there.

She turned to look in the direction Fu Hua had left, her eyes icy.

Under the ginkgo tree, Lin Bei was still standing in the same spot, carefully putting away the notebook.

It was as if it were something precious.

Fu Chaochao slowly clenched her hands at her sides, her nails digging into her palms.

On what grounds?

Why did everything change as soon as Fu Hua came back?

With the attention of my parents and the protection of my older brother,

Now even top students like Lin Bei are fawning over her?

That country bumpkin from the countryside,

What's so good about it?

The cold wind whipped up the withered leaves on the ground, swirling them into the gray sky.

Fu Chaochao took a deep breath, composed herself, and put on a gentle smile again.

Turning around, he walked towards the convenience store at the school gate.

My second brother must have just finished playing basketball and needs to replenish his fluids.

She has already lost so much; she cannot lose her second brother's care as well.

Some seeds, once planted,

They will grow wildly in the shadows.

Fu Hua was on her way back to the classroom at that moment.

I have absolutely no idea.

A storm of rumors targeting her is quietly brewing.

In the following days, rumors spread like wildfire.

On Thursday morning, Fu Hua sensed something was wrong as soon as she stepped into the school gate.

In the corridor, the previously noisy students suddenly lowered their voices as she passed by.

Several girls huddled together and whispered.

His gaze would occasionally drift towards her.

Several boys even gave her unsettling looks, sizing her up and down.

A knowing smile played on his lips.

Zhang Wen angrily pulled those people aside to argue.

When he returned, his face was ashen: "I'm furious! I don't know which scoundrel spread these rumors!"

"What rumor?"

Fu Hua asked calmly, though she already had a pretty good idea of ​​what was going on.