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

Cheng Yue stood there, holding a brown paper bag in his hand. When he saw her, his eyes lit up.

"Fu Hua".

Fu Hua stopped and looked at him.

Cheng Yue took half a step forward and handed over the paper bag.

"Why haven't I seen you lately? Haven't you been to the hospital?"

"Yes, I went this afternoon."

Fu Hua always goes in the afternoon, by which time he's probably already off work.

She didn't deliberately avoid it.

"Yeah?"

No wonder...

Cheng Yue stammered, "My mom said some hurtful things to you that day, so I'm apologizing on her behalf."

He handed over a paper bag. "This is breakfast. Consider it an apology. You...you take it."

Fu Hua glanced down at the paper bag but didn't take it.

"Need not."

She blinked, her gaze distant and indifferent. "There's no need."

Cheng Yue was stunned for a moment.

Fu Hua looked at him and said in a flat tone, "It's only natural that your mother would think that way."

Cheng Yue opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but not knowing what to say.

Fu Hua stepped aside and walked past him into the classroom.

Cheng Yue stood there, still holding the paper bag in his hand, watching her figure disappear through the door.

People were coming and going in the corridor. Someone passed by him and glanced at him.

He didn't move, stood there for a while, and then turned and left.

Fu Hua stepped into the classroom before the bell rang.

As always, she found a seat by the window and sat down.

He placed his schoolbag beside him and looked out the window.

Sunlight streamed through the glass, casting a bright spot on the desk.

The classroom gradually filled with more people, their chatter blending together.

Fu Hua didn't move, her mind preoccupied with other things.

The biomedical project that Professor Yan mentioned...

I don't know when we'll get a result.

She couldn't wait any longer.

She found classes too boring and preferred to spend time in the lab.

However, we can't always skip coming.

"I heard the new professor is very young."

"Really? How young?"

"I don't know, but he's definitely better than those old guys in our department."

"I always fall asleep when the old man is lecturing."

A few girls huddled together and whispered, their voices low, but their excitement was impossible to hide.

Fu Hua didn't pay attention and continued looking out the window.

The school bell rang.

The door opened, and a person walked in.

The classroom was silent for a second, then erupted in a low gasp.

"Oh my god..."

"No way..."

Fu Hua then turned her gaze from the window and looked at the podium.

The person was standing behind the podium, looking down and flipping through the attendance list.

He was tall and slender with straight legs, his white shirt tucked into his trousers, and the sleeves rolled up to his forearms.

A pair of gold-rimmed glasses sat on the bridge of his nose.

Behind the glasses, her eyes were lowered, making it impossible to see her expression.

Nice figure!

He raised his head.

The gasps in the classroom rose another notch.

That face was indeed... a bit too much.

His features were sharp and cold, his eyebrows and eyes were delicate and refined, and his thin lips were pursed, giving him a sense of aloofness that kept people at a distance.

The way he stood there made him look like he'd stepped right out of a magazine cover.

She was wearing a white shirt and glasses, making her a quintessential ascetic beauty.

"My God!"

A girl next to me lowered her voice and said, "I swear, I'll never skip physics class again."

Another girl covered her face and said, "I'm so glad I studied physics."

The boys in the back row exchanged glances, remained silent, and their expressions were somewhat suspicious.

This professor is so young, can he handle it?

Lu Tingxiao's gaze swept across the classroom, lingering on each person's face for less than half a second.

His gaze paused slightly when he looked at the seat by the window.

The girl sat there, sunlight streaming in from the side, falling on half of her face.

She didn't speak to the people next to her, nor did she look at him; she just sat there quietly.

Like a precision instrument in a laboratory,

Silence, focus, and self-contained.

He looked away and opened the roll call list.

"Lu Tingxiao, that's my name."

His voice was clear and cold, landing with a resounding tone: "This semester, I will be teaching you physics."

He wrote his name on the blackboard, his handwriting clear and strong.

"Let's begin class."

Fu Hua sat there, resting her chin on her hand, her gaze fixed on the blackboard, but her mind had already wandered far away.

I don't know when the biomedical project will be approved.

If it gets approved, we need to build a team first.

Although Li Yan is a troublemaker, he studied biology and his level of expertise is sufficient.

There are also a few people who work on materials; I've worked with them on the project before, you could ask them...

"...Can someone explain the thought process for this problem?"

Lu Tingxiao's voice brought her back to reality.

There was a problem written on the blackboard, with half of the formulas written in dense text, leaving a blank space.

The classroom was extremely quiet.

Fu Hua glanced around; the whole class had their heads down.

Some stared at their books, some stared at their desks, and some simply closed their eyes.

In the past, when this situation occurred, the old professor would feel embarrassed for a while, then start scolding them, and then begin to patiently explain.

When I got to college, I wasn't very familiar with my classmates.

Fu Hua never takes the initiative to answer questions.

She rested her chin on her hand, her gaze fixed on the birds outside the window.

"That student."

Lu Tingxiao's gaze fell on her.

Fu Hua looked up and met his gaze.

"The one by the window,"

Lu Tingxiao said, "It's you, the one with your chin up."

All eyes in the class turned to Fu Hua.

Fu Hua paused for a second, then stood up.

"Come up and write."

Fu Hua was stunned for a few seconds, then walked to the podium and took the chalk.

He glanced at the problem on the blackboard, and without pausing, he raised his hand and began to write.

The chalk scratched on the blackboard.

One line, two lines, three lines.

The derivation is clear and the logic is rigorous.

After finishing the last line, she paused and drew a simple diagram next to it, marking two key points.

She put down the chalk and turned to look at Lu Tingxiao.

"Professor, you've finished writing."

Lu Tingxiao stared at the blackboard for a few seconds, then looked at her.

"Fu Hua?"

Fu Hua nodded.

A knowing glint flashed in Lu Tingxiao's eyes.

"Go down."

Fu Hua returned to her seat.

The classroom was quiet for a few seconds, then a buzz of discussion broke out.

Lu Tingxiao looked at the blackboard and recalled having dinner with his teacher, Professor Yan, a few days ago.

The teacher kept mentioning his newly admitted star student, his tone filled with undisguised pride.

"You'll definitely like Huahua when you meet her. She's so young, yet she's already capable of handling important tasks."

"She will definitely be a great help to your project in the future."

He didn't pay much attention at the time.

Now I know.

The teacher's eye for talent remains as sharp as ever.

Lu Tingxiao affirmed Fu Hua's problem-solving approach and then explained it to the students below.

The bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class.

Lu Tingxiao closed his lesson plan and was about to pack his things when several girls surrounded him.

"Professor Lu, regarding that question from earlier, about semiconductor lasers and regular helium-neon lasers, why can they be made so small? There's still something I don't understand..."

"Professor Lu, will you be covering this topic in your next class?"

"Professor Lu, which office do you usually work in? Can we go there to ask you some questions?"

"Professor Lu, regarding the newly discovered oxide high-temperature superconductor you just mentioned, is it truly capable of superconductivity in the liquid nitrogen temperature range? How can this be theoretically explained?"

Lu Tingxiao was surrounded in the middle, holding a lesson plan in his hand, his face expressionless.

He glanced to the side and saw Fu Hua carrying her schoolbag, walking out without looking back.