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

Fu Hua sat to the left of the main seat, Zhang Wen was to her right, and Lin Bei was to her right.

Class teacher Zhao Kuan sat in the main seat, his face beaming as he poured drinks for everyone.

It's agreed today that students are not allowed to drink alcohol.

"Come on, the first cup!"

Zhao Kuan raised his glass, "Congratulations to Fu Hua on being admitted to Peking University! You've brought great honor to our Class 6 and our school!"

The glasses clinked together.

Chen Zhe drank most of the orange juice in one gulp.

She put down her cup and said, "Fu Hua, you don't know, but now those kids in the first and third years of high school all give a thumbs up when they talk about our Class Ding 6!"

They used to call us "the bottom of the class" behind our backs, but now? Tsk tsk, you can be envious!

With Fu Hua gone, the legend of Class 6-Ding came to an end.

She was like a dazzling shooting star streaking across the sky.

They didn't disappear; they just became invisible to their mortal eyes.

Sports committee member Zhao Meng chuckled憨厚ly: "That's right, during that basketball game, Fu Hua almost single-handedly took on the entire No. 1 Middle School team. It's still legendary."

The guys from Class 1 of Grade 11 saw me at the gym yesterday and asked, "Is Senior Fu Hua still playing basketball?" I told them she got into Peking University through a special admission program and is focusing on research! Their expressions were worse than if they'd lost money!

Everyone at the table burst into laughter.

Class monitor Li Qiang pushed up his glasses and said seriously, "Fu Hua, to be honest, when you first transferred here, we were all worried. How bad could your grades be to get into our class?"

I never expected you to get first place in the grade. Later, you stayed with Class 6 and helped everyone improve their grades. Anyway, everyone thought you definitely looked down on our class.

Labor committee member Wang Jing chimed in: "And what was the result? You could explain a problem three times without ever getting tired of it. I've never passed math. Last month I got a 92, and my mom almost thought I cheated!"

Class monitor Li Juan whispered, "Fu Hua, we'll miss you. I... I learned how to take notes from you. I still use your method of color-coding and drawing outlines."

Zhang Wen, her eyes already a little red, linked arms with Fu Hua: "Don't say these things... they're making me want to cry."

Fu Hua smiled, raised her glass, and said, "It's my turn to toast everyone. Thank you, Teacher Zhao, and thank you, classmates."

When I first came to Class 6, I didn't expect to make any friends; you were the ones who reached out to me first.

When she was suspected of cheating during the monthly exam, it was the students in Class 6 who were the first to confirm it.

She was verbally abused by boys, and it was the boys from Class 6 who stood up for her and fought back.

Fu Chaochao and Zhou Rong spread rumors about her, and it was the students from Class 6 of Ding who helped her lure Zhou Rong out...

Cheers erupted on the basketball court, celebrations took place in the cafeteria, and congratulations were offered at the nursing home…

In just six months, they had accumulated so many beautiful memories.

Fu Hua spoke calmly, but the table fell silent for a moment.

Chen Zhe rubbed his eyes hard: "Damn, this orange juice is too sour..."

"Don't give me that!"

Zhang Wen laughed and scolded, but then lowered her head and wiped the corner of her eye.

Lin Bei hadn't said much.

Now, he can only look up to her.

Even if he had to look up, he still had to see her first.

He is confident that he will be admitted to Peking University next year.

Soon, I'll be able to study in the same place as her.

Lin Bei sat diagonally opposite Fu Hua, glancing at her occasionally before quickly looking away.

He raised his glass, his voice soft but clear: "Fu Hua, I wish you a bright future."

Fu Hua looked at him and nodded: "You too, Lin Bei, you are excellent, keep up the good work."

Lin Bei smiled, a smile that contained relief, but also something else entirely.

This unrequited love should end here.

Fu Hua's world has unfolded, and he will continue to walk his own path.

Halfway through the meal, the atmosphere gradually shifted from cheerful to melancholic.

Zhao Meng said, "From now on, no one will be able to make three-pointers so easily like Fu Hua."

Chen Zhe muttered, "Nobody explains problems that clearly anymore. I asked my brother a function problem yesterday, and he explained it for half an hour, but I still didn't understand. If it were Fu Hua, she would have solved it in five minutes."

Zhang Wen nestled close to Fu Hua and whispered, "Even if you go to Peking University, you must come back to visit me often. I know I won't get into Peking University, but I'll try my best..."

Fu Hua patted her hand: "You can do it. Believe in yourself."

Looking at the group of children, Zhao Kuan was filled with emotion.

He has been teaching for over ten years and has taught many classes.

Class 6, Ding Liu, used to be the one that gave him the most headaches.

Poor grades, lax discipline, and a lack of motivation among the students.

But after Fu Hua arrived, everything slowly changed.

She didn't intentionally change anyone.

It's not her "just keep moving forward" spirit, but rather her drive to move forward.

It affected everyone without them realizing it.

"Fu Hua,"

Zhao Kuan raised his glass again, "The teacher didn't say anything profound, just one sentence: No matter where you go in the future, don't forget that Class 6 will always be your home."

Whether you've suffered injustice or achieved success, come back and visit. We, your group, will always be proud of you.

Fu Hua stood up and bowed deeply: "Thank you, Teacher Zhao."

This meal took almost two hours to finish.

Near the end, Fu Hua got up to go to the restroom.

Zhao Kuan gave a wink, and Chen Zhe and Zhao Meng immediately understood and quietly slipped out to pay the bill.

As a result, the three of them arrived at the front desk one after the other.

"Waiter, the bill for the Peony Hall on the second floor is due!"

Chen Zhe has a loud voice.

"Wait, I'll do it!"

Zhao Meng squeezed in: "You don't get as much pocket money as I do."

Fu Hua came out of the restroom and happened to see this scene.

He strode over and said, "It's a deal, I'm treating. No arguing."

"That won't do! There's no way we should make students pay for it!"

Zhao Kuan also came out and strode over: "I'm the teacher, please!"

"Teacher Zhao, please don't argue with me."

Fu Hua had already taken out her wallet.

"Fu Hua, you're being too polite—"

Several people started arguing at the front desk.

The waiter, holding the bill, was both amused and exasperated: "Ladies and gentlemen...who's paying?"

Just then, a soft snicker came from the side.

Fu Hua turned her head and saw two young girls standing not far away.

One of them was wearing a trendy cashmere coat, her hair was styled in elegant curls, and her makeup was exquisite.

She was looking this way, her eyes holding a somewhat inscrutable expression.

It wasn't malicious; it was more like a condescending look-down.

It's Xu Jing.

Her friend next to her whispered something.

Xu Jing shook her head, her gaze lingering on Fu Hua for a few more seconds.

This girl is indeed strikingly beautiful.

It's not that delicate beauty, but a clear beauty with a resilient strength.

Especially those eyes, so dark and deep.

He exudes a composure beyond his years, a profound wisdom that seems to see right through people.

No wonder he said thank you...

She quickly looked away and said to her friend, "Let's go."

Before turning around, she glanced at the group of people who were still arguing over who was who.

He uttered a few words softly: "Indecent."

The sound wasn't loud, but it was clear enough.

Chen Zhe, with his sharp ears, immediately glared at him: "Who are you talking about—"

"Chen Zhe".

Fu Hua held him down and calmly said to the waiter, "Excuse me, Peony Hall, I'd like to settle the bill."

She paid and signed the bill; the whole process was calm and efficient.

It was as if that little incident had never happened.

Xu Jing had already walked away with her friends.

But Fu Hua remembered that look; it wasn't mockery, but a more complex gaze, one that carried an evaluative undertone.

She didn't know this woman.

Back in the private room, everyone had already packed their things.