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

Fu Hua looked at him and nodded.

"Zhao Meng. Long time no see."

Zhao Meng grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth.

"What are you doing at Tsinghua University? Is the award ceremony really true? You're even giving awards to students now, that's impressive!"

Fu Hua didn't reply, she just looked at him.

Zhao Meng scratched his head, then suddenly remembered something, glanced back at the court, and turned back.

"Um...were you here the whole time?"

He asked, "Did you see us playing ball?"

Fu Hua nodded.

Zhao Meng stepped forward: "Did you see that ball just now? Didn't the Blue Team foul first? You can be my witness!"

Fu Hua glanced at him, then looked towards the basketball court.

Fu Youchuan remained standing in the same spot, without moving.

He looked in this direction, his expression complex.

He recognized her.

He also knew that Fu Hua understood basketball.

But he couldn't bring himself to take the first step.

His relationship with Fu Hua...

What right does he have to go up and speak?

He stood there, watching Zhao Meng talk to Fu Hua through the barbed wire fence.

A feeling I couldn't quite describe welled up inside me.

She's my own sister, but I have to pretend she's a stranger.

On the field, everyone's eyes slowly turned to that side.

Zhao Meng grabbed Fu Hua's arm and walked towards the court, his face filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"Professor Sun! Professor Sun!"

He shouted from afar, "Someone saw it! She can testify!"

Fu Hua stumbled a step as he pulled her, her brows furrowing slightly.

She broke free from his grasp and walked away on her own.

"I'm sorry, I got too excited."

Zhao Meng scratched his head awkwardly, looking embarrassed.

"It's okay."

Fu Hua waved her hand dismissively.

All eyes on the field turned to them.

The members of the blue team were stunned when they saw Fu Hua.

She stood there, wearing a navy blue coat, her hair neatly styled.

Sunlight fell on her face, her features were cool and aloof, like someone who had stepped out of a painting.

When did Tsinghua University first produce girls with such an elegant demeanor?

Several boys stared at her, forgetting their earlier anger.

Professor Sun did not attend the Physics Department's award ceremony.

He glanced at Fu Hua and asked, "Excuse me, who are you?"

"Fu Hua".

She said, "The Physics Department at Kyoto University."

Professor Sun paused for a moment, then nodded.

Not many girls study physics, so they must be very smart.

"You just saw it?"

Fu Hua nodded.

"Tell me, what happened?"

Fu Hua took two steps toward the center of the court, her gaze sweeping over the blue team players.

"Blue team's number 8 is dribbling and has committed a traveling violation."

She said, "Red team's number 6 went up to defend and was pushed away by Blue team's number 1 with his elbow."

The referee didn't call a foul, and the blue team shoved the red team's number 7 again, then the two teams started grappling.

After she finished speaking, she looked at Professor Sun.

The blue team was in an uproar.

"Walking? Which eye of yours saw us walking?"

"What does a girl know about basketball?"

"Exactly, how many games have you even watched before spouting nonsense?"

"What does a physics major know about basketball?"

The number one boy from the blue team stepped forward, looked Fu Hua up and down, and had a sly smile on his lips.

"Hey kid, you're studying physics, right? Physics and basketball are not the same thing."

Several people nearby laughed along.

Zhao Meng's face darkened, and he was about to speak when Fu Youchuan stopped him.

Fu Youchuan shook his head and lowered his voice.

"Don't rush."

Zhao Meng glared: "What? Those guys from the Blue Team are trying to spout nonsense and are being rude..."

"If she doesn't prove herself, those people won't believe her."

Fu Youchuan glanced at Fu Hua, then lowered his head again.

"Don't you want to see them get their comeuppance?"

Fu Youchuan raised his chin.

Zhao Meng paused for a moment, looked at him, then at Fu Hua, and said nothing more.

Professor Sun frowned, looking at the Blue Team and then at Fu Hua, unsure of whom to believe.

Fu Youchuan suddenly spoke.

"Professor Sun, since they think she doesn't understand, why don't we have a competition?"

The blue team members laughed.

"Compare? Compare with a girl?"

"Fu Youchuan, we don't bully women."

"Exactly, if word gets out that the Tsinghua University basketball team played a one-on-one game against a girl, isn't that embarrassing?"

Fu Hua stood there, her gaze sweeping across Fu Youchuan's face.

His gaze was indifferent, as if he had seen through everything.

Fu Youchuan felt a little uncomfortable under her gaze and looked away.

Fu Hua didn't say anything, but looked down and saw a basketball rolling at her feet.

She bent down and picked it up.

All eyes were on her.

She stood still, neither running nor jumping, nor even moving an inch.

Holding the ball in one hand, he gently flicked it with his fingertips.

The basketball spun steadily on her fingers, round and round.

Then stop.

With a flick of her wrist, she tossed the ball out.

Hollow-core netting.

With a "whoosh," it was clean and efficient.

The stadium fell silent for a second.

The expressions on the faces of the blue team members froze.

Fu Hua withdrew her hand and looked at them.

"so,"

Her gaze was cold and sharp. "Am I qualified to testify?"

The members of the blue team looked at each other, and no one spoke for a long time.

Finally, Number 1 spoke first, his voice dry: "Fine... fine, we committed the foul."

Professor Sun glared at him: "Why didn't you say so earlier? Apologize!"

Number 1 walked up to Fu Youchuan and nodded: "Student Fu, I'm sorry about earlier."

Fu Youchuan snorted but didn't say anything, though his expression clearly showed satisfaction.

Another member of the blue team also walked up to Zhao Meng and apologized.

Zhao Meng crossed his arms, chin held high, looking extremely smug.

Blue Team's number 1 player didn't move.

He stood there looking at Fu Hua, his eyes shining brightly.

Suddenly, he grinned and strode over.

"classmate,"

He moved closer to Fu Hua, smiling broadly.

"What's your name? Kyoto University? What year are you in?"

"No comment."

Fu Hua's lips curved into a very faint, shallow smile, the smile not reaching her eyes.

His gaze was cold, detached, and devoid of any warmth.

She seemed shrouded in mist, polite yet resolute, keeping everyone at arm's length.

A commotion erupted from the blue team's side.

"Yo yo yo, Captain's eyes... are they drooling?"

"That worthless laugh!"

"Captain, they're watching! Mind your image!"

Number 1 glared at them from behind, then turned back, his smile unchanged.

Zhao Meng's face darkened, and he strode over, blocking Fu Hua and Number 1.

"What are you doing? What are you doing?"

He raised his fist. "She's not someone you can pursue. Give up on that idea now!"

Fu Youchuan also walked over quickly and stood on the other side of Fu Hua, glaring at Number 1.

Number 1 paused for a moment, looked at Zhao Meng, then at Fu Youchuan, and smiled.

"You two, aren't you the ones who can't stand each other the most? Now you're acting like chivalrous protectors?"

Zhao Meng retorted, his neck stiff: "Stop talking nonsense and stay away from her!"

Number 1 raised his hands and took a step back, but his gaze remained fixed on Fu Hua.

"Fine, fine, I'll go."

He smiled to himself, thinking to himself, "Wouldn't it be stupid not to pursue such a unique girl?"

He turned and walked towards the blue team, but after taking two steps, he looked back again.