Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir

In the bottom right corner of every page, there were records of when the notes were taken.

Fu Yang calculated and realized that these notes were from about ten years ago, when he had been only four years old, but Fu Siyu was the right age for high school then.

So, the foundation of these notes was actually left by Fu Siyu.

However, what made Fu Yang stunned at that moment was not this fact, but the way Fu Siyu took notes.

Even in the same class, notes taken by different students could be completely different because everyone thinks differently.

Fu Yang charged into the study and rummaged around in a pile of old, discarded books for a long time. He finally unearthed a few tattered, yellowed notebooks that the housekeeper had gotten for him many years ago.

Initially, the housekeeper had said that the notes came from an excellent student and had specifically instructed Fu Yang to learn diligently from them. Of course, Fu Yang hadn’t listened and simply threw the pile of notes into a bookcase and never looked at them again.

Fu Yang opened the notebook; inside it contained core knowledge points from middle school, and the handwriting was clearly Fu Siyu’s. As for the time the notes were recorded, it was surprisingly three years ago.

Fu Yang casually flipped through a few more pages, and a faint cloud of dust drifted out from the pages as if carrying the imprints of time. Those carefully written notes, although shelved away for years, now seemed to find their rightful place.

Fu Yang sat quietly on the carpet flipping through the notes, his eyes and brows shrouded in shadows, making it hard to see his expression clearly.

An hour passed, and he had only flipped through less than ten pages of notes.

Footsteps came from outside, prompting Fu Yang to close the notebook and put everything back the way it was.