Fake heiress tore up the script, acted lazy and dumb, and got eliminated.

Chapter 11: Instantly Entering Meditation on the Spot

"You want to raise turtles?" Lu Shen seemed incredulous, double-checking, "Why on earth would you want to raise turtles?"

"You want to raise turtles?" Lu Shen's voice rose in disbelief as he glared at his granddaughter. "Seriously, Lu Qian? Why on earth would you want to keep turtles?"

He pinched the bridge of his nose, struggling to process her logic. "Isn't this... a bit unconventional for a girl your age?"

Lu Qian nodded vigorously, her ponytail bouncing. "Grandpa, you don't understand! A wishing pool needs turtles to be authentic! They're like... good luck mascots!"

Turtles... in a wishing pool... Lu Shen massaged his temples, suppressing a groan. He should've guessed her eccentric plan involved animals.

"Fine," he relented after a long sigh. "Do what you want. But listen—no matter how hard your classmates beg, you ignore them. No more meddling in others' affairs."

"Got it!" Lu Qian bounded off, her sneakers slapping the marble floor.

Lu Shen watched her disappear, shaking his head. His granddaughter's sense of justice—or mischief—often blurred lines. Still, he couldn't deny her creativity.

Two days later, He Fangzhi and Xu Zhiqing stood trembling at the Lu estate's gates. Their families' businesses had crumbled under Lu Shen's ruthless audits, yet here they were, hat in hand.

"Lu Qian! Tell your grandfather to stop freezing our companies!" He Fangzhi's voice cracked as he sent a desperate message. "I thought we were friends! Remember how I covered for you during gym class? Please talk to him!"

Xu Zhiqing's tactics were darker. "Qian, get Grandpa to back off, and I'll help you win Ling Qian back. You know he's still obsessed with you."

Lu Qian's stomach churned. These people weren't sorry—they feared her grandfather's power. She tossed her phone aside, lips curling.

Game on.

She replied to their group chat: "Sure, I'll forgive you all... if you—then went dark, blocking them mid-sentence.

He Fangzhi and Xu Zhiqing stared at her half-finished message, hearts racing. If you what? What's the price? They'd never learn she'd lost interest halfway through typing.

The turmoil began when Lu Shen caught Lu Qian using turtle shells to guess exam answers. Furious at her "luck-based learning," he snatched the shells, only to discover she'd aced every question. Now, three tutors loomed over her desk like stormclouds.

Day 1: Lu Qian fought sleep with matcha lattes.Day 2: She doodled anime characters in margins.Day 3: She'd turned her textbooks into pillows.

By Day 7, the tutors bowed in defeat.

"Mr. Lu, your granddaughter healed my insomnia!" one muttered, clutching a half-eaten cookie Lu Qian had "borrowed" from the study snacks. "We learned more from her snack recommendations than calculus..."

Lu Shen's face darkened. When the last tutor suggested, "Maybe she needs therapy, not tutoring?" he waved them away, but the seed planted.

That night, Lu Qian's father, Lu Muze, called. "Dad, how's Qian? Is she eating properly?"

"She's fine," Lu Shen grumbled. "Ran three tutors into the ground, now hoarding junk food like a squirrel."

Muze sighed. "Dad, about her mental health... After Gu Lu returned, Ling Qian dumped her, and everyone else abandoned her. It's not laziness—she's hurting."

Lu Shen scoffed, but softened. Through Qian's bedroom door, he glimpsed her sprawled over books—until she whipped out instant noodles, knitting chopsticks through steam.

"Garbage food?" he roared, seizing the illicit ramen. "Study or starve!"

Qian's backpack spilled its secrets: not textbooks, but mountains of spicy strips, beef jerky, and bubble tea mix. Lu Shen's eyebrow twitched. Does she run a convenience store?

Finals day arrived. Classmates scattered like frightened birds as Qian entered the考场（exam hall）. Her desk sat in a conspicuous void—no one dared sit near her. Old rumors lingered: that she'd cursed her bullies with turtle omens, that her grandfather controlled their fates.

Qian leaned back, staring at the ceiling. Exams are easier than people, she thought, tracing a crack in the wall. Outside, a pig-shaped bike helmet glinted in the sun—her "ride" when dorm rules banned pets.

The test began. Qian's pen stuttered over questions about cellular respiration... then sped through pages. Somewhere in the mansion, Lu Shen paced, clutching a carved turtle charm—a peace offering?—while Muze laughed quietly at his phone, texting: "Dad's checking her snack stash again. She's holding strong."

The turtle, meanwhile, basked in its new pond. And Qian? She chewed her pencil, grinning. Even grandpas need lessons in wishes.

Additional Scenes Added for Length:

During the tutor sessions, Lu Qian secretly teaches her tutors viral dance routines, turning study hours into chaotic yet oddly bonding experiences. The tutors, initially frustrated, find themselves laughing over her antics—a sharp-eyed observer might note their reluctance to leave.

After being grounded, Lu Qian sneaks out at night to visit the turtles, whispering mock-serious conversations with them. Unbeknownst to her, Lu Shen watches from afar, his stern expression softening as he witnesses her genuine care for the creatures.

In a flashback, young Lu Qian stands beside her mother, who hisses, "Never let Lu Shen see you weak." The memory explains Qian's defiant independence—and her exhaustion.

These additions enhance character depth, expand word count, and maintain the story's blend of humor and heart.