Almighty Your Persona Has Collapsed

Zhou Jin looked at Meng Fu motionlessly.

Meng Fu rolled up the sleeves of his home clothes, and patiently shook his head at him, "No."

"That's good." Zhou Jin stopped, he regained his composure, stretched out his hand and slowly pushed down the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and returned to his strict mathematician look.

After finishing all the subjects of this exam, the person in charge of the tenth school calculated the difficulty, and the difficulty coefficient was close to 0. This number is probably the most abnormal number in recent years.

The teachers of the tenth school also made full preparations for this exam, especially science and mathematics, and each subject has reached the entry threshold of the continental university.

Not to mention that Meng Fu hasn't taken classes in the entertainment industry for the past two years, even if he has self-study, the students in No. 1 Middle School have undergone systematic review and training this month, and they are still amateurs.

Otherwise, there would not be so many parents of students who would find a way to send their children to one of the top ten schools.

Meng Fu delivered the comprehensive test papers too fast, taking so much longer than the test machine in their class. Normally, Zhou Jin felt that he was stable this time.

After regaining her composure, Zhou Jin touched her glasses and turned her gaze, only to realize that there were quite a few people in the room.

He greeted Su Cheng who he knew first, and then turned his attention to Mr. Jiang who was beside him.

Su Cheng got up and introduced to Zhou Jin, "This is Meng Fu's grandfather, Grandpa Jiang."

"Mr. Jiang is alive, hello." Zhou Jin nodded, and he walked a few steps to greet Grandpa Jiang.

He glanced at Mr. Jiang, but felt strange, Meng Fu's surname was Meng, why her grandfather's surname was Jiang?

But it was strange, Zhou Jin didn't ask, presumably it was Meng Fu and her mother's surname.

He shook hands with Mr. Jiang.

Under Su Cheng's reminder, Mr. Jiang stood up and shook Zhou Jin's hand with a serious face. Looking closely, he could still see his slightly trembling little finger.

"Have you solved the last two math problems?" Zhou Jin didn't look carefully at Mr. Jiang, so naturally he didn't notice the old man's trembling hands and stiff expression. He turned to Meng Fu again without taking his eyes off it.

He also asked the students in the rocket class the last two questions.

Most of the students didn't even have time to read what the last two questions were. The top student in their class did, and even did the second-to-last question. However, he didn't look very confident himself, so he didn't do the last question. .

He took the last two questions according to the intensive class and the self-enrollment exam of Zhou University in previous years.

It was Zhou Jin who specially prepared it for Meng Fu. He roughly calculated the speed of Meng Fu's intensive class exercises last time, and estimated where her ceiling was, so he designed these two questions.

He didn't need to think about the penultimate question, because he definitely couldn't stop Meng Fu, but he reckoned that Meng Fu didn't have enough time for the last question.

Afterwards, he specifically asked the invigilator that when Meng Fu was doing the math papers, he did not hand in the papers in advance.

Meng Fu walked to the refrigerator and opened the refrigerator door. He wanted to get a can of beer out of habit, but he paused on the first floor before taking the milk on the second floor as if nothing had happened.

Zhou Jin looked at her, afraid of hurting the confidence of this group of children. After the exam, he went to encourage the group of people in the rocket class. Right now, Meng Fu is not only here to confirm with her about returning to school, but also to encourage her De: "I personally stared at the last two questions. The normal time is not enough, so don't be discouraged."

She inserted the straw in, took a sip, and then looked at Zhou Jin, "Done."

Zhou Jin: "..."

He paused, looking at Meng Fu's expression, he was also a little uncertain, this guy won't really do it, right?

He obviously came here according to the exercises she did in the intensive class.

On the one hand, Zhao Fan, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke up, "Mr. Zhou, is the question difficult this time?"

Zhou Jin nodded, "The degree of difficulty is abnormal."

Zhao Fan fell silent again.

"That's it. I'll go back to hold the joint meeting first." Zhou Jin glanced at Meng Fu twice, hesitating in her heart, said goodbye to them, and went back to school for the joint meeting.

He talked to Meng Fu one by one, and Mr. Jiang, who was sitting on the sofa, just listened.

When Zhou Jin was about to leave, Mr. Jiang finally stretched out his hand. Leaning on crutches, he took two steps forward, "Teacher, wait a moment."

Zhou Jin pressed her glasses, turned her head, saw that it was Meng Fu's grandfather Ye, and stopped: "Mr. Jiang, what do you want?"

"You said just now that you are Fu'er's head teacher?" Mr. Jiang held his cane with both hands.

Zhou Jin nodded, "Yes, Meng Fu is a student in our class now, didn't she tell you?"

"No, you... are still the head teacher of the rocket class?" Mr. Jiang paused, then asked again.

Zhou Jin smiled, probably knowing what the old man was asking, "Yes, I am Zhou Jin, the head teacher of the No. The headmaster even accepted her as an exception, and I hope she will not waste her talent."

Mr. Jiang stood where he was, without speaking.

Zhou Jin had to hurry back to the meeting, and after explaining, she bid farewell to Su Chengmengfu and the others again.

Su Cheng sent Zhou Jin downstairs.

When he came back, Mr. Jiang was still standing by the table a few meters away from the sofa, leaning on his crutches.

"Grandpa Jiang." Su Cheng checked the time and went to help him, "Would you like to go back to the hospital? The doctor will make rounds later."

Mr. Jiang came here today and didn't report to the doctor.

It was also temporary to come to see Meng Fu.

"Well," Mr. Jiang came to his senses, he nodded slightly to Su Cheng, "It's time to go back."

"Then I'll take you down." Su Cheng helped the old man go downstairs.

Meng Fu finished drinking a bottle of milk. Hearing this, he waved goodbye to the old man, "Grandpa, goodbye, I won't see you off."

Mr. Jiang went downstairs with sloppy steps, leaning on a cane in one hand, supported by Su Cheng in the other, and followed the driver of Jiang's family silently behind him.

It's past nine o'clock now, and there is still no one in the community. The wind is a bit cold at night. When the wind blows, Mr. Jiang stopped. He stood by the car and looked at Su Cheng, "Xiao Su, that Teacher Zhou just said Is he...the head teacher of the No. 1 Rocket Class?"

Meng Fu said before that when he was studying in No. 1 Middle School, Mr. Jiang and his party thought it was unbelievable, but Meng Fu did not publicize it on the Internet, and she has been participating in variety shows and did not go to school. Mr. Jiang originally wanted to ask Meng Fu, but later he did not. asked.

In addition, the last time Jiang Xinran said that there was no such person as Meng Fu in the seventeen classes of No. 1 Middle School, Mr. Jiang was already strong enough...

Who knew that when I came to see Meng Fu tonight, I heard this bomb.

Meng Fu is not only a student of No. 1 Middle School, but also a member of Rocket Class?

The gap between studying in the No. 1 Middle School and following up in the Rocket Class of No. 1 Middle School is too great.

The No. 1 middle school rocket class can be said to be the reserve team of the country's pillars.

After all, the top ten schools in the country have capital there.

Everyone who can enter the rocket class is not an ordinary person. Just looking at Jiang Xinran, you can tell that she is not only doing well in her family, but also doing well in Jiang's family.

When Mr. Jiang asked, Su Cheng nodded, "Well, Mr. Zhou is the head teacher of the rocket class."

Beside him, the Jiang family driver also wiped his face expressionlessly, and then opened the door of the back seat.

Mr. Jiang got into the car and sat silently in the back seat.

Then he lowered his head, picked up the reading glasses on the seat beside him, asked the driver to turn on the lights in the car, and turned on his mobile phone to check Weibo.

In the topic of wearing Meng Fu, I came across Weibo about Ye Shuning——

[Sister's last monthly exam results, the top ten in the class, and congratulations to my sister for getting the heroine of "Our Youth", the role of my sister and the heroine is too similar, the goddess of Xueba (like it), I heard from insiders, A certain high school dropout is going to audition, I can only say that the director is doing well (like) (like)]

This Weibo was posted on the trending website, and there were four to five thousand comments, all of which were Ye Shuning's fans.

Ye Shuning and Meng Fu became popular because of the same show, at first Ye Shuning dumped Meng Fu by three blocks.

But now, because of his stardom, Meng Fu didn't know how many blocks he could get rid of Ye Shuning, but this did not prevent Ye Shuning's team from drafting the draft. Apart from other things, he insinuated that Meng Fu was uneducated every day.

Although some puffs were angry, they really couldn't find anything to refute on this topic, so they could only say that they would not heat up such a draft.

after all--

Everyone saw Meng Fu's performance on the live broadcast, he was indeed talented.

In the past, when he saw Weibo and press releases like this, Mr. Jiang would click on the upper right corner and report Sanlian, but today, he snorted coldly and pressed reply directly——

【Heh, mortal, with your grades, are you worthy of being compared with Meng Fu? 】

After Mr. Jiang finished posting, he raised his chin.

In the front, the driver's seat, the driver looked at the rearview mirror outside, feeling a little puzzled.

Mr. Jiang was concerned about Meng Fu's affairs, and confronted others again, before raising his head: "What's wrong?"

The driver looked away, and when he saw that there was no car behind him, he shook his head: "It must be a mistake."

**

At the same time, upstairs, after drinking the milk, Meng Fu turned around and went back to the study.

Today she wants to copy a painting to show President Yan.

She turned around and found that both Zhao Fan and Su Di were looking at her.

Meng Fu still put his hand on the door of the study, and didn't go in, he leaned half against the door, holding the towel that had just been placed on the table in his hand, and raised his chin towards the two of them: "Say."

Zhao Fan said silently: "You actually made such a bet with Mr. Zhou? That's the rocket class, ancestor. Do you know what the last elimination system of the rocket class is?"

Only Zhou Jin and Principal Gu were present at the bet between Meng Fu and Zhou Jin.

People like Zhao Fan don't know.

Zhao Fan just took advantage of his spare time to go to the No. 1 Middle School forum. It is basically full of complaints from No. 1 Middle School seniors, and there are also popular science about the bottom elimination system.

No. 1 Middle School has 60 students in the rocket class, which is as famous as other schools in the country.

The domestic rocket class that can enter these ten schools is about equal to the top 600 in the country.

The top 600 in the country is an unimaginable number not only for Zhao Fan, but for everyone.

Thinking of Meng Fu making this bet with Zhou Jin, Zhao Fan no longer knew what to say.

"I know." Meng Fu nodded without any pressure, and she leaned against the door frame, smiling sideways, "Sister Fan, don't worry, I won't cheat you."

As she was talking, outside Su Cheng had finished sending the old man back.

"Brother Cheng." Zhao Fan looked at Meng Fu, and then greeted Su Cheng.

"I'll go in and practice first." Meng Fu opened the study door and greeted them.

Su Cheng didn't speak, just walked to the refrigerator.

Because of Meng Fu's exam during the day, he didn't mention what happened before his departure last time, and now the exam is over.

Seeing his action, Zhao Fan and Su Di, who were going to the kitchen, looked at Meng Fu immediately as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Meng Fu wasn't guilty at all, she just leaned against the door frame, folded her arms around her chest, and smiled casually, "Brother Cheng, don't worry."

With her expression, Zhao Fan and Su Di eased off their anxiety.

The refrigerator door was opened.

Because of what happened last time, both Zhao Fan and Su Di memorized the number of beer cans. They stared at the beer on the first floor and counted. There were still 15 cans, not one less.

The two breathed a sigh of relief.

Su Cheng glanced at Meng Fu, pursed his lower lip, and only raised his hand, with clean and slender fingers, he took his time to remove the row of beer cans in front of him.

Seeing his action, Zhao Fan and Su Di looked at each other.

Su Cheng took out two cans of beer in the third row and put them on the small table next to the refrigerator, then turned sideways, looked at Meng Fu, and said slowly, "...Miss Meng?"

Su Di was far away from Zhao Fan, so he didn't quite understand what this meant.

The two of them walked in, only to find that the tabs of the two cans of beer that Su Cheng took out just now were a bit loose.

Su Di silently touched the pull-tab, and the pull-tab was crooked.

Zhao Fan could still see a jar of clear——

tap water.

Zhao Fan: "..."

Like Su Cheng, she couldn't help looking at Meng Fu behind her.

Meng Fu pressed the towel on her head, and her slightly curly hair was half-dry on her shoulders. She kicked open the door of the study and wiped her hair with her fingers: "I still want to copy today."

After speaking, she went directly into the study.

Shut the door of the study with a bang.

The pull ring can be removed so completely, and after drinking, you can also refill a bottle of tap water in the beer can, and then put it back in the refrigerator as if nothing had happened.

Outside the door, the hall was still silent.

Su Di held back for a minute, but still couldn't hold back: "Pfft."

Zhao Fan silently looked at Su Cheng, now she wanted to replace Meng Fu into the cave.

She explained for Meng Fu, "Brother Cheng, that's all right."

Su Cheng didn't speak.

Zhao Fan continued: "She only drinks one bottle now and then, but when she was a trainee, she would drink several bottles a day."

After all, at that time, Zhao Fan and Meng Fu went to the food stalls to drink, and Meng Fu was not drunk after a meal of seven or eight cans.

Compared to that time, Meng Fu can now be regarded as pure-minded and ascetic.

Originally, Zhao Fan thought that Su Cheng might not listen too much to her explanation, but unexpectedly, Su Cheng, who has always been quiet, let out a "hmm", he looked away, and his voice was very soft: "I know."

Zhao Fan didn't expect Su Cheng to be so talkative, she was startled, but Su Cheng could handle it with ease, so she didn't say much.

Instead, they chatted with Su Cheng about Meng Fu's going to school, "Teacher Zhou said that she might have to go back to class next week, and she hasn't finished shooting "The Spy Shadow" yet."

Having said that, Zhao Fan frowned, this matter is indeed a headache.

She originally wanted to discuss with Su Cheng that she could make some accommodation with No. 1 Middle School so that Meng Fu could take a few days off a week.

"No," it was getting late, Su Cheng raised his hand to look at the phone, and said lightly: "You guys also go back to rest, you have to leave early tomorrow."

Su Cheng left first, Zhao Fan and Su Di looked at each other.

In the end, Zhao Fancai looked at Su Di, and asked in a somewhat mysterious way: "Brother Cheng, you mean that Meng Fu can't be the top 60 in the rocket class, right?"

Zhao Fan thought about Meng Fu's determined appearance again, and then thought about Zhou Jin's determined appearance, she was a little flustered.

Zhou Jin didn't believe that Meng Fu could enter the top 60 at all.

Su Di also hesitated for a moment, "Eighty percent, Ms. Meng will be in the top 60."

Zhao Fan: "..."

She opened the No. 1 Middle School Post Bar again, looked at the replies of the high school seniors, and looked at the enthusiasm of other people for the rocket class. She deeply felt that either she was crazy or she was stupid.

"Just now Teacher Zhou said that the grades will come out on Sunday?" Zhao Fan asked.

Su nodded, "I heard it, it should be."

Zhao Fan took his coat and looked outside, "Well, I'll know in about two days."

It's just that she may have been a little nervous these two days.

The two walked out, Zhao Fan opened the door, and saw the opposite door, which was covered in dust, and there was no one there for a few months, she looked away, then remembered Meng Fu's words, "Did she just say that she wanted to copy? "

Copy what?

**

the capital.

He Xiyuan listened to the elders of the He family analyzing the state of the capital in the study, and then returned to the room. Father He followed him and said slowly: "The Feng family has been very popular recently..."

He Xiyuan listened indifferently, then remembered something, and asked the butler to bring over a gold plate with some sandalwood.

The housekeeper had already found an antique in the warehouse, and a small spoon for picking sandalwood.

"Master, use this." The butler searched around the room and put the utensil beside He Xiyuan's bed. "This is a gift from the Wei family for your birth in the early years, and it has been kept in the warehouse to no avail."

The color of this vessel is also worthy of the spices given by my junior sister.

He Xiyuan nodded, quite satisfied, and went to get the incense from the little junior sister.

He's father stood aside, curious, and didn't leave: "You took out all this, recently Xiangxie released the spices of Skynet?"

"No, it was given by someone else." He Xiyuan took out a cheap paper box, then took out a stick of incense and asked the housekeeper to light it.

Father He looked at the box, it wasn't produced by Xiangxie or Fengjia, he watched the butler's careful pointing, and couldn't help laughing: "If you like incense, I also have top-quality spices produced by Fengjia. If we got it, our He family doesn't have money."

When the incense was lit, a puff of green smoke floated up.

After He's father finished speaking, he was about to go out, but when he smelled it, he suddenly stopped.

**

It's the last day of the month!

Sisters, ask for a monthly pass! !