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

Su Yurou grasped Fu Chaochao's hand, and the inexplicable grievances and bitterness in her heart seemed to find an outlet: "Chaochao is so considerate..."

Fu Xiao looked at the mother and daughter, frowned, said nothing, and got up to go to the study.

Fu Hua closed the door and leaned against it for a moment.

On Saturday morning, Fu Hua took the early bus to the Peking University Research Station.

The streets in winter were still shrouded in a gray-blue morning mist.

A thin layer of white frost had formed on the car window, which looked beautiful.

Fu Hua stared intently at the frost flowers, and soon heard the salesperson call out.

"Kyoto University station has arrived. Attention all passengers getting off the train, Kyoto University station has arrived."

Fu Hua snapped out of her daze, picked up her things, stood up, and followed the crowd off the bus.

The Kyoto University campus in winter is filled with withered branches and broken buds.

It still exudes a strong cultural heritage.

The lake was covered with a thick layer of ice, which shone brightly from the footsteps of passing students.

A group of boys and girls wrapped in military overcoats were ice skating on the ice.

The crisp sound of the ice skates cutting through the air startled several sparrows perched on the willow tree.

A thin layer of snow covered the stone boat by the lake.

The students on the street were all bundled up tightly.

Faculty and staff members wearing blue overall cotton-padded jackets pushed old-fashioned bicycles.

A net bag hung on the handlebars, filled with freshly bought cabbages and frozen pears.

The bicycle bell rang, and the school worker sweeping snow by the roadside would occasionally look up.

The girl with pigtails hunched her shoulders, wearing a maroon scarf.

He had a dog-eared copy of "Modern Chinese" tucked under his arm.

Occasionally, a few elderly professors wearing caps would stroll leisurely with their hands behind their backs.

They would even stop and walk past the bulletin board.

I took a closer look, my eyes still covered, and saw the newly posted academic lecture posters.

Fu Hua naturally liked this kind of atmosphere.

I took a deep breath, my chest filled with the cool, inky scent.

She rubbed her sore, red ear and quickened her pace toward the research station.

Inside the research station, Professor Yan had already brewed hot tea.

Upon seeing Fu Hua enter, his eyes lit up: "Fu Hua, you've come at the perfect time!"

He beckoned Fu Hua to sit opposite him.

He took a document out of the drawer: "The military communications company is facing some technical difficulties and would like us to come and take a look."

It's a very challenging project. Would you like to go with me?

Fu Hua took the document and began to read it, her gaze gradually becoming focused.

The document describes the signal interference and encrypted transmission problems encountered in military shortwave communications.

Involves radio physics and coding theory,

That's exactly the area she's been researching lately.

I want to give it a try.

She looked up, her eyes sparkling.

Professor Yan smiled with satisfaction: "Alright! Let's set off now. The military base is quite far; we'll have to take three buses. If you're cold..."

Before he could finish speaking, a car horn sounded downstairs.

The two walked to the window and looked down. A military green jeep was parked in front of the research station.

Xie Ci leaned against the car door, looked up and waved to them.

"Well, looks like we have a driver now."

Professor Yan smiled and said, "This kid is on the right track. Fu Hua, have a cup of hot tea first, then we'll set off."

"it is good."

Fu Hua sat down to warm herself up before following Professor Yan downstairs.

After going downstairs, Professor Yan joked with a smile, "Deputy Division Commander Xie, how could we trouble you to come and pick us up in person? My apprentice and I can just take the bus ourselves."

"That won't do. You're specially invited experts."

Xie Ci stopped smiling, straightened up,

He saluted Professor Yan and said, "Hello, Uncle Yan. Commander Hua sent me to pick you up."

He turned his gaze to Fu Hua, his eyes filled with a smile, "Student Fu, we meet again."

Fu Hua nodded and softly called out, "Brother Xie Ci."

Xie Ci smiled and opened the back door.

"Get in the car, it's too cold outside, and the journey will take more than an hour."

Fu Hua was about to get in the car when Professor Yan stopped her with a smile: "You young people should sit in the front passenger seat. I'll sit in the back; it'll be more spacious."

Fu Hua hesitated for a moment, then got into the passenger seat.

The car drove out of the Peking University campus and headed towards the military base on the outskirts of the city.

The car was quiet for a moment, with only the hum of the engine and the sound of the wind outside the window.

Professor Yan, sitting in the back seat, saw the two people in front.

One was focused on driving, while the other was looking down at documents.

He couldn't help but laugh: "You two young people live in the same compound, how come you have nothing to say to each other when you meet?"

Fu Hua looked up from the documents, her ears slightly red: "Professor Yan, I'm thinking about the communication encoding problem..."

"Yes, Uncle Yan,"

Xie Ci picked up the conversation, his voice tinged with teasing, "Your students are all so hardworking, they're studying diligently even on the way here."

"You've all worked so hard, you should treat yourselves to something nice later. What would you like to eat for lunch? It's on me."

That's a natural question.

Fu Hua paused slightly before speaking, "How can we talk about food before we've even started the work?"

Besides, breakfast hasn't been digested yet, so let's talk about lunch.

He's become a complete glutton!

"That's not right."

Professor Yan said with a smile, "You need to be well-fed to have the energy to work. I know about the military base. There's an old Beijing-style hot pot restaurant nearby. It's the most comforting thing to eat when it's cold."

Xie Ci glanced sideways at Fu Hua beside him: "How's the hot pot?"

Fu Hua met his gaze, then quickly looked away: "I'll listen to Professor Yan."

"Then it's settled."

Xie Ci turned a corner and said, "I'll take you there after I'm done."

The military base was heavily guarded, and sentries checked identification before allowing entry.

Commander Hua personally greeted them in front of the office building.

Upon seeing Professor Yan, I warmly shook his hand: "Professor Yan, we've been waiting for you!"

His gaze fell on Fu Hua.

Seeing her dressed in simple school clothes and carrying a schoolbag,

I thought she was a graduate student who came to learn.

He nodded politely, "You must be tired from your journey, please come in."

Just as Professor Yan was about to begin his explanation, the communications company commander rushed over: "Commander, the equipment is malfunctioning again!"

Commander Hua frowned, intending to send the company commander away.

"How about we go straight to the communications unit?"

Professor Yan made the suggestion.

"How can that be?"

Commander Hua said apologetically, "You've come all this way, and you haven't even had a sip of hot tea before going to work. That's not right. Don't rush."

Besides, this machine has broken down before; it won't cause any immediate disruption.

"We're here to work, we can have tea later."

Professor Yan chuckled: "Let's get down to business first."

"Oh well."

Commander Hua led his group toward the communications company.

At this moment, in the communications company's computer room,

Several soldiers were frowning as they surrounded the equipment.

Upon seeing the leader enter, he immediately stood at attention and saluted.

The company commander gave a brief report on the situation, stating that shortwave communications had recently been frequently subjected to unexplained interference.

Signal attenuation issues also occur during encrypted transmission, seriously affecting the security of military communications.

"This is the problem. What do you think we should do?"

Commander Hua looked at Professor Yan.

After listening, Professor Yan turned to Fu Hua and asked, "Fu Hua, what do you think?"

In an instant, everyone's attention was focused on this girl who looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old.

Fu Hua remained calm and walked to the equipment to examine it carefully.

I also inquired about a few more technical parameters.

She pursed her lips slightly as she pondered, her gaze focused.

They don't seem like children their age at all.