Nie Lingchuan didn’t know what his daughter was thinking, but he respected her decision.
“We’re heading to the southern city today. Why don’t we leave it with Sister Zhou first and let her take it to the vet for a checkup?”
“Sure.” Nie Fuyao naturally had no objections.
After breakfast, the group boarded a van and headed to the airport.
The drive to the airport took about an hour and a half. With nothing else to do, Nie Fuyao took out a thick workbook from her backpack.
The book was genuinely thick—about two centimeters.
The cameraman sitting in the back row noticed this and aimed the camera through the gap between the seats, focusing on her workbook.
Seeing this, Nie Lingchuan asked, “What time did you sleep last night?”
“Ten o’clock!” Nie Fuyao opened the folded page and twirled a pen between her fingers a few times. “If you want to live a long life, you need to maintain good habits.”
Nie Lingchuan shook his head with a smile. “Right, that’s a good habit. You should definitely keep it up.”
In his earlier years, when he was rushing to meet deadlines, he once worked continuously for two days and three nights, nearly exhausting himself to the point of stupor.
At that time, his mind felt like a complete mess. He simply followed the director’s instructions, almost losing the ability to think independently.
After that incident, he slept for nearly eighteen hours straight, nearly scaring Ning Sang to death.
[Screenshot, it’s actually Qingzong. I’m dying of laughter.]
[What’s so funny about this? Something wrong with you, commenter above?]
[Those who don’t find it funny probably never went to college, right? Any college student knows about Qingzong—it’s the special admission exam for Qingyingban at Tsinghua University over the past ten years. Seriously, you guys don’t even know what Qingyingban is?]
[The top university in the country is Tsinghua, and the most elite class at Tsinghua is Qingyingban, taught exclusively by academicians and top experts—no exceptions. The special admission exam for Qingyingban is even harder to crack than the eighteen layers of hell. To put it simply, out of the hundreds of top scorers from each province over the past decade, fewer than three have managed to get into Qingyingban.]
[One of my alumni was in Qingyingban. In the college entrance exam, he ranked outside the top 300 in the province, but he scored full marks in science and failed Chinese. His talent in science was truly beyond reach. I ranked third in my city and within the top 50 in the province, but the physics knowledge he talked about was like a foreign language to me. Even our high school physics teacher couldn’t keep up.]
[Students in Qingyingban are the absolute geniuses among geniuses. I know this well—Qingzong is like a foreign language to me too.]
[Qingzong, short for Qingying Ten-Year Comprehensive Exam, features questions written exclusively by academicians and top experts. It’s not meant for ordinary people. Do you really think she can handle it?]
[Handle it my foot. If she can handle it, I’ll stand on my head and…]
While the online discussion was heating up, the car remained quiet, with only the soft sound of Nie Fuyao’s pen scratching against the paper.
Nie Lingchuan couldn’t understand any of it. He recognized every word, but when combined, they felt like a foreign language, making his head spin.
After solving one problem, Nie Fuyao paused, sighed softly, and put down her pen.
“Bored?” Her father’s gaze was too intense, and it inevitably disturbed her focus.
She rummaged through her backpack, pulled out a book, and handed it to him. “Read this instead.”
Nie Lingchuan looked at the foreign language on the cover, unsure whether to take it or not.
“Fuyao, what is this?” Gao Fen asked from the back row.
Nie Fuyao shook the book. "Isn't it written right here?"
Gao Fen: "…"
Sorry, but he was terrible at English and couldn't understand a word.
She slapped the book into her father's hands and continued lowering her head to solve the problems.
Seeing this, Gao Fen felt too embarrassed to press further.
Instead, he secretly took out his phone, snapped a photo of the book cover, and stared blankly at the translated title.
Quantum Field Theory? What was that?
He had never heard of it before.
What was it used for?
Wait, wasn't the boss's daughter supposed to have dropped out of middle school and been described by some insiders as an idle youth with no real prospects?
How could she possibly know about something like this?
Gao Fen opened his mouth, his burning curiosity almost consuming him alive. But seeing Nie Lingchuan sitting in front, he decided it was better to keep quiet for the sake of self-preservation.
After solving another problem, she looked up and rolled her eyes to relax, noticing the book still lying quietly in her father's hands.
"Fine!" Nie Fuyao handed her backpack to him. "See if there's anything you'd like to read, so you won't get bored on the way."
The camera instantly focused on her backpack.
Nie Lingchuan took out over a dozen books from inside, all of which were original foreign-language editions, and not just in English.
"You can read this one," Nie Fuyao pointed to the book in her father's hands. "It's a romantic classic from the Bear Country, Miss Sugar's Rose. The original version has more flavor."
Everyone in the car turned their gaze toward Nie Fuyao, their eyes filled with obvious accusation.
Nie Fuyao: "…What's wrong?"
They remained silent.
After a long pause, Gao Fen asked with a strange expression, "Fuyao, when you look at us, do you see us the same way we see dogs?"
Nie Fuyao stared at Gao Fen for three seconds before replying, "Are you giving up on being human altogether?"
"Pfft…" Several bursts of laughter erupted in the car.
Meanwhile, viewers in the livestream were getting dizzy from the camera shaking.
In the director's room, everyone stared at the live data and footage, falling into a brief silence.
"I don't think Lingchuan's daughter is as bad as the rumors online. Who exactly leaked those black stories?" the assistant director frowned.
A middle-aged woman beside him raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Who else but our competitors?"
How shameless—unable to target Mr. Nie, they resorted to such despicable tactics against a young girl. Utterly disgraceful.
"Has the tech department found out who hired the trolls?"
"No, the IP addresses were all overseas. We lost track."
The director's team were all veterans of Yunhuang Yule, and two of them even held shares in the company. Naturally, they hoped for the company's success and wanted the young girl to clear her name.
Yunhuang Yule was indeed strong, but it couldn't withstand attacks from multiple sides. In just a few days, the company had already lost two or three projects.
In the livestream, Nie Fuyao was urged by her father to talk about the book.
Nie Fuyao opened the book and began narrating in her clear, pleasant voice.
[She's really putting on an act. How big of a trash bag does she need?]
[I think so too. How old is she to already know three languages? Did she start learning from the womb?]
[Can't Yaoyao just be a genius? You ordinary folks have no idea about the world of geniuses. Don't project your narrow-minded thinking onto others—it's so low.]
["These trolls probably have no parents, willing to do anything for money. Have their hands ever been stained with the blood of the innocent? Do they really think hiding behind a keyboard allows them to manipulate public opinion and stir up storms online?"]
["Support Brother Chuan, support Yao Yao. Trolls, get lost."]