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

Professor Lü looked at her.

"You just said that I can return to Peking University after the project is completed, but I have a question..."

If I agree to come to Tsinghua University today, you won't worry that another school will try to poach me with even better offers tomorrow?

She paused.

"If a person has no roots, he will be like duckweed wherever he goes. I will not be duckweed."

"Also, I won't tell anyone about what happened today, so don't worry."

After saying that, she pushed open the door and left.

The tea room fell silent.

Professor Lü sat there, staring at the door, without moving for a long time.

He remembered what she had just said, and the way she looked at him.

Neither humble nor arrogant, clear and distinct.

Old Yan, oh Old Yan.

The student you took on has more than just a keen eye for talent.

.........

Fu Hua came out of the office building; it was still early.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was shining brightly and a gentle breeze was blowing. She was in a good mood and walked along the tree-lined path.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves of the plane trees, casting golden hues on the ground.

The road is lined with old-fashioned red brick buildings, covered with ivy, the leaves of which are a mix of yellow and green.

Students on bicycles sped past her, their bicycle bells jingling all around.

Ahead was a crossroads, with a stone tablet standing there.

The words "Actions speak louder than words" are engraved on it.

Several students stood in front of the monument taking pictures, laughing and joking.

Fu Hua took another look.

Tsinghua University is indeed different from Peking University.

Kyoto University is more ancient and quieter.

The architecture here has a slightly Western feel.

Both people and cars seem more energetic.

However, it doesn't matter where you are; what matters in scientific research is the people.

She walked along the road and unknowingly arrived at the edge of the stadium.

There are people playing basketball in the court.

Whistles, shouts, and the sound of sneakers rubbing against the ground mingled together, carrying through the barbed wire fence.

Fu Hua stopped and glanced inside.

Two groups of people, one in red and one in blue, were running and sweating profusely.

They were all tall, with long legs, and they ran with a gust of wind.

The sunlight shone on them, and their sweat glistened.

Fu Hua stood outside the barbed wire fence and took a few more glances.

Young is so good.

Vibrant, passionate, and uninhibited.

But that carefree attitude was no longer relevant to her.

She looks young, but her heart seems to have experienced many hardships, entering old age prematurely, and can never go back.

Suddenly, the whistle on the field changed, becoming sharper.

"fuck your mother!"

A furious curse erupted.

Fu Hua looked over and saw the red team and the blue team tangled together.

They stopped playing ball and running; they all surrounded them.

"Let go!"

"You fucking loosen your grip first!"

Pushing, pulling, and fists were thrown.

People nearby tried to break up the fight, but they couldn't, and the two ended up rolling on the ground.

Fu Hua's gaze fell on the faces of the two people and then paused.

She knew the two most aggressive members of the red team.

The one with a flushed face and bulging veins was Fu Youchuan.

A shirtless man, revealing a muscular physique, was grabbing a member of the blue team by the collar and refusing to let go.

It's Zhao Meng.

Fu Hua was stunned for a moment.

It's not surprising that Fu Youchuan is here; he was recruited through the special physical education program.

But Zhao Meng?

She remembered that back in high school, Zhao Meng sat in the last row, slept in class, played basketball after class, and had terrible grades.

Can he get into Tsinghua University?

What kind of cheat code did this person use?

The strangest thing is that the two of them actually share a common hatred for the enemy?

The commotion on the field continues.

"Are you fucking blind? Can't you see the ball went out of bounds?"

"Fuck you! What are you babbling about when the referee didn't call it?"

"Is the referee your dad? Does he call the shots?"

After the two teams finished hurling insults at each other, they were about to charge forward again when a relatively calm teammate quickly pulled them back.

A middle-aged man ran onto the field, dressed in sportswear, his face ashen, and shouted from afar.

"What are you doing! Let go of me, all of you!"

It should be a professor from the sports department.

The two groups were separated, but they were still staring at each other, panting heavily.

Professor Sun stood in the center of the court, with the players on both sides forming a semi-circle, neither willing to concede to the other.

Professor Sun first glared at both sides and criticized them for a few words.

Everyone lowered their heads and remained silent, but their expressions clearly showed their resentment.

"Listen up, all of you!"

Professor Sun has a loud voice; he shouted so loudly that the whole room could hear him.

"What is sportsmanship? It's unity! It's friendship! It's mutual respect! You guys are always fighting, are you thugs? What kind of talk is that? Aren't you afraid of losing face if word gets out?"

The red team members kept their heads down, while the blue team members looked elsewhere; no one uttered a sound.

Professor Sun pointed at the people who had just started the fight: "You lot, apologize to each other!"

Five people from the blue team stepped forward and nodded to the red team.

"I'm sorry."

I acted impulsively just now.

On the red team's side, the others muttered a few words like "It's okay" and "Never mind."

Only Fu Youchuan and Zhao Meng stood still, motionless.

Professor Sun stared at the two of them: "Where are you two?"

Fu Youchuan, his neck stiff, retorted in a hard voice, "Why should we? It's clearly their fault, why should we apologize?"

Zhao Meng chimed in, "Exactly! They fouled first, but the referee didn't call it. Who can we complain to?"

Professor Sun was so angry that he glared at him.

Having coached sports teams for so many years, he's seen his fair share of troublemakers.

It's quite rare to find two troublemakers in one team.

These two usually don't get along in the team.

They competed fiercely during training.

But when it comes to dealing with outsiders, the two of them seem to have conspired together, speaking with one voice.

Professor Sun rubbed his temples and turned to the blue team.

"Did you two just foul?"

The two men from the blue team exchanged a glance, and one of them spoke.

"The referee didn't call a foul, so it's not a foul."

Another person said, "If you want to say we committed a foul, you need evidence. Who can prove it?"

Professor Sun paused for a moment and looked around.

At this time, most students are in class, and there aren't many people around the stadium.

Only a few girls were standing on the other side of the barbed wire fence, seemingly just passing by to watch the commotion.

Professor Sun shouted at the girls.

"Classmates, did you see what happened? Who started it?"

The girls looked at each other and shook their heads.

"I didn't notice."

"We just arrived, we didn't see it."

Fu Youchuan panicked and ran over to ask, "How could you not see it? It was right there, so obvious!"

The girls looked timid and took a step back.

"I really didn't see it."

"We were just passing by..."

Fu Youchuan stomped his foot in anger and turned to look at Zhao Meng.

Zhao Meng was looking around when suddenly his gaze froze.

On the other side of the barbed wire fence stood a girl wearing a navy blue coat.

She stood there, neither moving nor getting closer, just watching quietly.

Zhao Meng was stunned for a moment, then his eyes lit up.

"Fu Hua?"

He blurted it out and then ran quickly in that direction.

Fu Youchuan looked in the direction he was looking and was also stunned.

It is Fu Hua.

He hadn't noticed it before, but he saw it now.

She stood there, separated by the barbed wire, her face still bearing that arrogant expression.

Zhao Meng had already run to the barbed wire fence and was shouting at her through the fence.

"Fu Hua! It really is you! I just heard that a student from Peking University in the Physics Department came to present the award, named Fu Hua, and I couldn't believe it! I can't believe it really is you!"