Almighty Your Persona Has Collapsed

Not to mention being the number one scholar in the exam, whether Meng Fu can honestly stay in the school for three years is a question.

Like Zhao Fan, Yu Zhenling also took it for granted that when Meng Fu said he wanted to go to school at this time, he must start from the first year of high school.

After all, she said that Jiang Quan had already contacted Meng Fu with a private high school.

The deal was done, and Yu Zhenling didn't say anything anymore, after slapping water on her face, she went to rest.

**

the next day.

Early in the morning, Meng Fu went to the studio to take a bunch of photos. She has always had a good sense of the lens, 360 degrees without dead ends, and she can shoot this kind of magazine cover very quickly.

When she finished filming, Su Cheng was still waiting for her outside.

Seeing her, he made a waiting gesture to her.

After Meng Fu changed his clothes, he waited for him at the door.

During the period, a staff member of the photography team came to her to ask for an autograph.

Two minutes later, Su Cheng cut off the phone and walked this way, his tone was cool: "Finished?"

"En." Meng Fu signed the signature, politely handed it to the staff, and then remembered something, "I have to go back to Jiang's house first."

During the filming, she received a call from Mr. Jiang asking her to go back.

Su Cheng pondered for a moment, "How long?"

Meng Fu stroked his chin: "Let's finish lunch, probably."

"Okay." Su Cheng didn't talk much, he took the car keys and sent Meng Fu to Jiang's house.

Today is Saturday, neither Jiang Xinran nor Jiang Xinchen have classes.

When Meng Fu arrived, it was close to meal time, and Jiang Xinran was in the hall explaining the math papers he had passed to Jiang Xinchen.

The first middle school papers are difficult, especially this monthly exam paper, the last big math problem is very difficult, even though Jiang Xinchen is only a freshman in high school, Jiang Xinran has no clue.

Yu Zhenling was arranging flowers at the side. When she saw Meng Fu, her expression was much lighter than last night. She broke off the flower branches and threw them into the trash can, her tone could be heard coldly: "The two of them are talking about a topic, don't disturb them .”

"This question involves university knowledge..." Jiang Xinran pointed at the question with her fingertips, and said slowly.

From the corner of his eye, seeing Meng Fu coming in from the front of the hall, Jiang Xinchen became a little absent-minded. He paused for a moment, and then Jiang Xinchen couldn't concentrate when he heard Jiang Xinran speak. He pursed his lower lip: "Let's eat first, I'll go on Monday Ask the teacher."

After he finished speaking, he stood up on his own.

The smile on Jiang Xinran's lips seemed to froze for a moment, but she didn't say anything else, she just lowered her eyebrows and smiled gently, "Okay."

The servants have already served the dishes one after another.

When Mr. Jiang heard that Meng Fu had arrived, he came downstairs with Jiang Quan's assistant.

"Grandpa." Jiang Xinran and Jiang Xinchen got up, and greeted Old Man Jiang obediently.

Mr. Jiang put his crutches aside and said "Yes", and there were other people here. He was always very dignified, "Everyone sit down, let's eat first."

Meng Fu was still sitting next to Mr. Jiang, firmly seated in the C seat.

Seeing Meng Fu, Jiang Quan's assistant, Jiang Yu, took out a document from the bag beside him, and whispered something in Mr. Jiang's ear.

After listening to Mr. Jiang, his brows relaxed, and his tone became more gentle, "Fu'er, this is the school your father found for you, T City International School, an international school with very good teachers, see if you like it. "

He said, and handed this document to Meng Fu.

T City International School has a good reputation in T City. It is considered to have the strongest teaching staff among private schools, and there are many foreign teachers.

Meng Fu glanced at the documents in Mr. Jiang's hand, and remained silent for a while. She mentioned something to Mr. Jiang last night, and the other party found the school today.

She didn't know what to say for a while.

On the opposite side, Jiang Xinran put down her chopsticks, seemingly surprised, "Your sister wants to go back to study?"

"Well," old man Jiang replied for Meng Fu, without taking his eyes off Meng Fu. Seeing that Meng Fu had been staring at the document without speaking, the old man tightened his hand holding the chopsticks, "Don't you like the whole school?"

"No." Meng Fu opened the file and flipped through it slowly. Her eyes were lowered, making it hard to see her expression.

Mr. Jiang was very patient with Meng Fu. When he was not smiling, the creases on his face were scary, "Why is that?"

"Just..." Meng Fu flicked through the materials of the international school, then put the materials aside, turned to Mr. Jiang, and said seriously: "I already have a school I want to go to."

"Which one?" Mr. Jiang always felt that Jiang Quan was serious about his work, and he didn't think there was any school chosen better than Jiang Quan's.

Following her words, the others at the table couldn't help turning to Meng Fu.

Jiang Xinchen opened his mouth and said, "International Middle School is very good, I have junior high school classmates there."

Yu Zhenling took a deep breath, and didn't want to say anything about Meng Fu at all.

It would be great if she could be sent to T City International Middle School. She doesn't even look down on international middle schools, so she still wants to go?

Being watched by everyone, Meng Fu didn't feel flustered at all. She looked at Mr. Jiang, remained silent for two seconds, and gave him two words: "No. 1 Middle School."

As soon as these two words came out, everyone at the dinner table seemed to pause.

Even the housekeeper serving the old man's ginseng soup not far away couldn't help but pause, then turned to Meng Fu's side, his eyes seemed to be speechless.

Although T City itself is only a second-tier city, it has a profound cultural background and strong teaching resources. Not only is T University famous throughout the country, but even No. 1 Middle School can compete with middle schools across the country.

No. 1 Middle School has a history of more than 100 years, and the school has strict management. The number of places that can enter each year is limited, and there are no borrowers. Those who can enter No. 1 Middle School are top students who are ranked close to the top 1,000 in the provincial capital. They want to transfer midway , There is no historical achievement at all, it is as difficult as reaching the sky.

Those who can go to No. 1 Middle School are all the proud children of heaven.

In the silence, Jiang Xinran was the first to speak. She looked at Meng Fu and couldn't help laughing, "You haven't been to high school, so you might not know that our No. 1 Middle School doesn't have an art class. Grandpa is right. All right."

Everyone in the Jiang family knew about Meng Fu's background. He hadn't touched a book for two years. Whether he could recognize those mathematical symbols was a problem. It's all a question.

So Jiang Quan carefully selected several schools with art classes last night.

No. 1 Middle School only has Rocket Class and Parallel Class, and most of them are repeat students. All members are top students and have good grades, so naturally they don't worry about the school.

"Let's talk about this matter again." Mr. Jiang knocked on the table, looked at Meng Fu, paused, his voice slowed down slightly: "I'll discuss it with your father when I come back tonight."

If the old man said that, he wouldn't really want Meng Fu to go to No. 1 Middle School, would he?

Not to mention whether there is an art class in No. 1 Middle School, just like Meng Fu, no matter how much money is spent, will No. 1 Middle School accept it?

At that time, should Yu's family members help to clear up the relationship?

Thinking of this, Yu Zhenling felt even more irritable, but she didn't dare to say anything more because the old man was here, so she just ate a few mouthfuls and went upstairs.

She called Yu Yong and pressed her eyebrows: "T City International School is also a famous private high school. She doesn't like it, so she even wants to go to No. 1 Middle School."

"High eyes but low hands," Yu Yong commented after listening, "It's hard to become a master."

"It's good for her to be half as good as Xinran, so I don't worry about it," Yu Zhenling shook her head, "Brother, I think our old man may need to talk to Dad to clear up the relationship. After all, Principal Gu doesn't like to talk to others, so only our dad can tell him. Don't agree to the last sentence, if she enters No. 1 Middle School, she will be expelled within a month, and the Jiang family will really become a joke."

The two children in the family are in No. 1 Middle School. Yu Zhenling naturally knows the rules of No. 1 Middle School. No. 1 Middle School has a final elimination system. If the monthly exams fail to meet the standards, they will be forced to drop out of school.

**

Downstairs, the old man had also finished eating, and after hearing Meng Fu's words, he fell into deep thought.

Su Cheng was still waiting for her, so Meng Fu didn't stay any longer, and went out with the things Jiang Quan carefully prepared for her.

This time, Steward Jiang sent her out of the door for the first time.

Meng Fu saw Su Cheng's car at a glance.

"Miss Meng." Seeing that Meng Fu was about to get into the car, Steward Jiang finally stopped her.

Meng Fu gathered his coat, looked sideways at Butler Jiang, and raised his eyebrows, but unexpectedly, Butler Jiang took the initiative to talk to her.

"Although the international middle school is not as good as No. 1 middle school, it is also the school carefully selected by the sir and the others. The old man also made a lot of inquiries before he chose the international school." Steward Jiang was silent for a moment, and said: "Also, Miss Xinran said That's right, there is no art class in the No. 1 Middle School, so it is completely meaningless for you to go to No. 1 Middle School."

Is this beating her and telling her not to be so ambitious?

It is good enough to get into an international school.

"No." Meng Fu hooked the button of his jacket with his fingertips, and glanced at Steward Jiang, "Who told you I'm going to an art class?"

When Steward Jiang heard her words, his pupils shrank, and he suddenly looked at Meng Fu: "You... what do you mean?"

**

The monthly ticket red envelope has not been received, babies! !