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

The blue team members surrounded them, chattering amongst themselves.

"Captain, you've really taken a liking to him?"

"Is that girl really from Kyoto University? Does Kyoto University have girls this beautiful?"

"She's really good-looking, but she's too cold."

Number 1 looked away, patted the shoulder of the person next to him,

He lowered his voice and said, "Go, find out everything about this girl within a day."

The man paused for a moment, then asked, "All of them?"

"all."

Number 1 said, glancing over in that direction again.

"team leader,"

Someone nearby whispered, "Are you serious?"

Number 1 didn't answer, but just looked at that back, and the corners of his mouth slowly curved up.

Fu Hua had already turned and walked out.

Fu Youchuan and Zhao Meng followed behind, one on each side, like two bodyguards.

Zhao Meng scratched the back of his head and grinned sheepishly.

"Fu Hua, thank you so much for earlier."

After he finished speaking, he nudged Fu Youchuan next to him with his elbow.

Fu Youchuan staggered from the jabbing, turning his face to the side without uttering a sound.

Zhao Meng poked it again, his eyes widening.

Fu Youchuan reluctantly turned around, looked at Fu Hua, and moved his lips.

Thanks.

His voice was muffled, and his eyes were looking elsewhere; he was extremely uncomfortable.

Fu Youchuan felt uncomfortable, while Fu Hua was in a good mood.

"I'm gone."

Without turning her head, she waved her arm and said, "You guys go ahead with your work, don't worry about me."

Zhao Meng paused for a moment, then took two steps to catch up.

In a moment of panic, he grabbed Fu Hua's arm.

Fu Youchuan's pupils contracted, and he strode over in a few steps.

"Slap!" Zhao Meng's hand was slapped away.

"What are you doing!"

He stared wide-eyed.

Zhao Meng glanced at Fu Hua's fair hand and realized something was wrong. He quickly withdrew his hand, his face turning slightly red.

"I...I just wanted to ask,"

He scratched his head, his eyes darting around, "Fu Hua, have you eaten?"

"What time is it?"

Fu Hua's lips twitched, finding it somewhat amusing. "I've already eaten."

Zhao Meng's face showed obvious disappointment.

He glanced at Fu Hua furtively, and his heart skipped a beat.

Back in high school, he knew Fu Hua was beautiful, outstanding, and dazzling.

But we saw each other every day back then, so I didn't feel anything special.

After entering university, he met many more girls, but he couldn't help comparing them to Fu Hua.

After comparing them, I realized there was no comparison at all.

Other girls, they're either not good, or... just not right for me.

He thought he was being too demanding.

Now that I've met Fu Hua, I realize it's not that my standards are too high.

It's the standard; it was set from the very beginning.

"That……"

He then asked, "Shall I buy you a soda?"

Fu Hua shook her head.

"Need not."

Zhao Meng opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Fu Youchuan watched from the side, the corners of his mouth slowly turning up.

He crossed his arms, looking on with an expression of anticipation.

This woman has very high standards.

His girlfriend is a deputy division commander, an officer. Why would she be interested in a rough guy like you who just plays ball?

He was waiting to see Zhao Meng get a rude awakening.

Fu Hua was about to leave when her gaze swept over Fu Youchuan's face, and she paused in her tracks.

He stood there with his arms crossed, a smile playing on his lips.

What should I do? It's getting in the way.

Fu Hua withdrew her gaze and looked at Zhao Meng.

"Let's go."

she says.

Zhao Meng was taken aback: "Where to?"

"Didn't you say you wanted to drink soda?"

Zhao Meng's eyes lit up instantly, and he grinned like a fool.

"Let's go, let's go!"

He quickly followed, then turned back and waved to Fu Youchuan after taking a couple of steps.

"Go play by yourself!"

Fu Youchuan's smile froze.

Watching the two people walk away one after the other, Fu Youchuan stood there, motionless for a long time.

What... is going on?

At the entrance of the convenience store, under the sunshade, stood two wooden benches with peeling paint.

Zhao Meng bought two bottles of Beibingyang soda, pried open the caps with a bottle opener, and handed one bottle to Fu Hua.

He took another bottle and sat down opposite him.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the shed, casting long stripes of light on the ground.

Fu Hua took the soda and took a sip.

Zhao Meng also took a sip, looked at her, and then quickly looked away.

"Oh, right."

He suddenly remembered something, "Do you know where Principal Gao has been transferred to?"

Fu Hua nodded.

Ministry of Education.

Zhao Meng was taken aback: "You knew?"

"Um."

Fu Hua placed the soda bottle on her lap.

The university president knew his uncle Su Cheng, and he also knew Professor Yan.

She only occasionally visits my home, so it's not surprising that she knows.

Zhao Meng scratched his head, then remembered another topic.

"Where's Li Qiang? Do you remember our class monitor?"

Fu Hua thought for a moment and nodded.

"He went to another city to take the exam."

Zhao Meng said, "It seems to be in Nanjing. The class monitor also got into a university in Wuhan."

"Yeah?"

Fu Hua's expression shifted slightly: "It's good to be away from home; it lets me see the beautiful scenery of our motherland."

"Yes, I'm the only one left in Beijing."

If it weren't for Fu Hua, no matter how good he was at sports, he wouldn't have been able to get into Tsinghua University.

He could have actually gone to other places back then.

But by some strange twist of fate, they ended up in the capital city.

"Isn't Beijing good enough?"

Fu Hua asked.

"Okay, of course."

Otherwise, how would he have had the chance to see her again?

Zhao Meng paused for a moment, then said, "Also, our homeroom teacher, Mr. Zhao, is now the head of the grade. He's finally got his hands on something, all thanks to you."

"Teacher Zhao herself is very outstanding."

Fu Hua sat there, listening quietly, occasionally chiming in with a few words, and taking a sip of soda.

Sunlight fell on her face, and her long eyelashes cast a small shadow under her eyelids.

She looks even better than she did in high school.

Her brow bone was slightly raised, her eyes drooped at the corners, and her small nose carried a hint of coldness.

His jawline is clean and sharp, without a trace of worldliness.

It's detached yet beautiful, like a sparse bamboo shadow on a snowy night.

Zhao Meng's heart suddenly raced, and he suddenly felt a dryness in his throat.

Fu Hua asked, "Where's Chen Zhe?"

Zhao Meng was stunned for a moment, and his expression changed.

"he……"

He lowered his head, twisting the soda bottle. "Something happened to his family."

Fu Hua looked at him.

"His father lost money in his business, was heavily in debt, and ran away. His mother is also sick and hospitalized."

Zhao Meng lowered his voice, "After Chen Zhe dropped out of school, I heard he went out to find work, and now no one can contact him."

Fu Hua didn't say anything.

She remembered the scene at the gate of her high school, where the boy held a large bouquet of plastic flowers and confessed his love to her.

At that time, he wore clothes from foreign brands and acted ostentatiously.

The sun still shines the same way, but things have changed.

She lowered her head, took a sip of her soda, and didn't say anything.

Zhao Meng looked up at her.

The sunlight illuminated her profile, making it translucent and giving her eyelashes, the tip of her nose, and the outline of her lips a faint golden hue.

Zhao Meng was mesmerized.

Fu Hua noticed his gaze and turned her head away.

She smiled and asked:

Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend?

Zhao Meng was taken aback. He was drinking soda when he choked and coughed several times.

Fu Hua looked at him and the corners of her mouth curved up.

"Your basketball team is full of handsome guys, you shouldn't have trouble finding a partner."

She raised her chin, "You should hurry up and find one for yourself too."

Zhao Meng put down the soda bottle and wiped his mouth.

"No,"

His voice was muffled as he lowered his head and denied, "There's no school I like."

He looked up and suddenly asked, "What about you? Do you have a boyfriend?"

Fu Hua nodded.

"have."

She looked at the crowd in the distance. "We've been talking about it for a year."