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

The edges of the gray fog are slowly receding, revealing a larger area.

Beside the original sacred spring, a small tree emitting a faint glow has appeared.

The tree trunk is as clear as jade, and the leaves are a translucent emerald green. They sway gently, scattering specks of firefly light.

As she focused her gaze on the tree, a flood of information suddenly rushed into her mind:

"The cell repair function has been unlocked, which can accelerate wound healing, relieve physical fatigue, and extend effective working time."

"Time Acceleration Zone is now open: 1:10 time flow rate (limited to non-living objects and consciousness)."

"Future Research Handbook partially unveiled: Materials Science - Nanoscale Flexible Conductors"

Fu Hua suddenly opened her eyes and sat up in bed.

My heart was pounding like a drum.

She focused her mind again, and her consciousness sank back into the space.

There is a small area under that glowing tree.

The flow of time there is clearly different from that of the outside world.

She tried putting a pen from the table inside.

The watch's second hand ticked ten times, while the light and shadow around the pen in the space had already shifted a hundred times.

A time flow rate of ten to one.

"How is this possible..."

She murmured to herself, her fingertips trembling slightly with excitement.

She originally planned to spend ten years gradually transforming knowledge from later generations into practical technology.

Now that we have a time acceleration zone,

This means she can conduct thought processes and experimental simulations inside.

Shorten the ten-year cycle to one year!

It also has cell repair functions...

She raised her left hand and gently made a small cut on her fingertip with a paper cutter.

As soon as the blood started to seep out, she focused her attention on the wound.

A faint warmth emanated from the wooden bracelet, flowing over the arm and gathering at the fingertips.

The wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Three seconds later, only a faint white mark remained, and even the pain disappeared.

What does this mean?

Fu Hua sat in the darkness, unable to come to her senses for a long time.

Moonlight shone through the gaps in the curtains, casting shadows on her face.

She looked down at the wooden bracelet, the mysterious object that had been with her for half a year.

What has been revealed is only the tip of the iceberg.

Time manipulation, a treasure trove of knowledge, wound healing...

She suddenly remembered the second half of the sentence inside the wooden bracelet:

"...The meaning of eternity lies not in the length of time, but in how many paths it illuminates."

The true gift is not the space itself.

It is something deeper.

In the latter half of the night, Fu Hua was completely unable to sleep.

She tried various experiments in the time acceleration zone.

Place a paper that requires close reading in the accelerated reading zone.

Ten minutes outside is equivalent to one hundred minutes inside.

She not only read it, but also made detailed annotations.

Put a business plan in it.

Use accelerated thinking to repeatedly analyze potential risks and corresponding solutions...

At four in the morning, she logged out of the space, utterly exhausted.

See how things always turn out the other way around; everything has two sides.

This place accelerates time and consumes a tremendous amount of mental energy.

Even after drinking the spiritual spring water, Fu Hua was still so sleepy that she couldn't even lift her eyelids.

Excitement, fear, anticipation, responsibility... all sorts of emotions intertwined.

In the end, it all boiled down to one firm thought:

Since Heaven has granted such an opportunity,

She wants to use this power to do something truly meaningful.

Beijing on the first day of the Lunar New Year

At six o'clock in the morning, Fu Hua was awakened by the sound of firecrackers.

The snow was still falling, the fine snowflakes drifting down softly.

The ground was covered with red firecracker debris, which was then covered with a layer of snow, turning it into a mottled pinkish-white.

She drew back the curtains, and the entire city of Beijing was covered in a blanket of white.

In the alley, early-rising children, dressed in bulky cotton-padded coats, called to their friends and built snowmen outside.

The air was filled with the smells of gunpowder and cooking smoke.

This is the unique atmosphere of the Chinese New Year.

She had only ever smelled this scent in her childhood memories.

Fu Hua smiled, found a thick navy blue wool coat and put it on, then wrapped a wool scarf around her neck.

Pushing open the apartment door, the aroma of stewed meat wafted through the hallway.

The older woman across the hall was carrying dumplings downstairs: "Hey, Xiao Fu, Happy New Year! Didn't you go back to your hometown?"

"Happy Chinese New Year, Aunt Wang. I'll be spending it at the apartment this year."

"Alone? Come to my aunt's for lunch!"

"Thank you, Auntie. I have an appointment to visit my teacher for the New Year. Maybe next time."

Stepping out of the alley, the festive atmosphere on the main street was even stronger.

There were long queues in front of the state-run grocery store.

People held meat and oil coupons in their hands, but their faces were all smiling.

The children ran around holding candied hawthorns and windmills, their new cotton-padded jackets already gleaming from being worn.

The bus was packed with people visiting relatives and friends.

Large and small bags of gifts were piled up in the seats and aisles.

The ticket seller was shouting the station names, and thick frost had formed on the train windows.

Some mischievous people stretched out their index fingers and drew smiley faces on the glass.

Fu Hua got off the bus at Wangfujing.

Most of the clothing stores on the street were closed.

A handwritten notice was pasted on the glass that read "Opening for business on the eighth day of the first lunar month".

The mannequins in the shop window are wearing the latest spring clothes.

A light green trench coat paired with beige trousers.

It looked especially fresh against the backdrop of pure white snow.

She paused for a moment, then continued walking towards the department store.

The department store was packed with people.

The longest line was in front of the candy counter.

The child stared longingly at the White Rabbit milk candy in the glass jar.

At the fabric counter, women touched the newly arrived Dacron fabric.

They chattered excitedly about what style to make, whether to make a winter style or a spring style.

Fu Hua picked out a Hero fountain pen from the stationery counter.

I weighed out half a jin of Biluochun tea at the tea counter.

I also went to the pastry counter and bought a New Year's gift box from Daoxiangcun.

Professor Yan has poor teeth and prefers to eat soft snacks.

While I was queuing to pay, the woman in front of me turned around and said, "Young lady, buying so many nice things, are you going to visit your boyfriend for the New Year?"

Fu Hua smiled and shook her head: "Let's go see the teacher."

"Respect for teachers and the importance of education, good girl!"

The eldest sister gave a thumbs up.

Fu Hua walked out of the department store carrying heavy gifts, and the snow was falling even harder.

She stood under the eaves for a while and then hailed a tricycle.

"Where did the girl go?"

Tsinghua University.

Professor Yan lives in the professors' building in Tsinghua University, a small red brick building.

The leaves of the ivy on the wall had long since fallen, leaving only gnarled and withered vines.

The door was opened by the master's wife, who was wearing an apron and holding a spatula. "Oh, Huahua's here! Your master has been talking about you. Come in quickly, it's cold outside."

The teacher's wife called out from inside, "Old Yan, your prized student is here!"

Professor Yan poked his head out of his study, his glasses slipping down his nose: "Huahua, how did you get here? Is it still snowing outside?"

"The snow hasn't stopped, even if it snows heavily, we still have to wish our teacher and teacher's wife a Happy New Year."

Fu Hua placed the gift in the entryway and smiled slightly: "Just a small token of my appreciation."

"You've come all this way, kid! Why didn't you bring anything? Can't you come empty-handed? This is our own home, why are you being so formal?"

The teacher's wife playfully scolded him a few times, then smiled, her eyes crinkling: "Perfect timing! I made dumplings for lunch, fennel and pork filling, your favorite!"

"Thank you, Madam."

The room was warm and cozy, filled with the aroma of food.

The radio in the living room was playing the Peking Opera "The Dragon and the Phoenix".

The melodious singing added to the festive atmosphere of the New Year.

Fu Hua took off her coat, and her teacher's wife pulled her to sit down.

He grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds and peanuts and shoved them into her hand: "You've lost weight again. Were you staying up all night doing experiments again? You researchers, none of you know how to take care of yourselves..."

Just then, the doorbell rang again.