Almighty Your Persona Has Collapsed

750.

To be honest, not to mention Zhou Jin, even Principal Gu, who has lived for so long, has hardly seen 750.

Not to mention, it is still in such a difficult situation.

Principal Gu stretched out his hand involuntarily, he supported the chair of the staff in front, tilted his head, and looked at Zhou Jin without knowing what he was thinking. He was so shocked that he almost didn't say a word, "No, I read that right Bar?"

Is this a human score?

Is that the case for those students who got into the continental university?

Zhou Jin didn't go back to Principal Gu, but just looked at the computer screen for a long while, then reported Meng Fu's student number again, and asked the little brother to search again.

The little brother was also in a daze, and quickly said "oh", then deleted the number above, searched again, and it was the same sentence——

Meng Fu, 750.

"You said earlier that she shouldn't be able to enter the 60th place in your class?" Principal Gu looked at the little brother intently and searched again.

After reading it, he turned around and looked at Zhou Jin.

There are 60 students in the rocket class, but there is a gap between the 60 students.

The first place is completely different from the 60th place.

The first place, like Jin Zhiyuan, he is in the intensive class, he may be admitted to Zhou University in the future, the lowest is the level of Beijing University, the rocket class, Jin Zhiyuan is the ceiling.

No. 60, if there is no particularly outstanding performance in a single subject, Beijing University is reluctant.

Zhou Jin was so sure before that it would be difficult for Meng Fu to get into the top 60. It was because of her confidence in the joint education system of the ten schools. She had never received this kind of perverted education from the ten schools, so it was too difficult to adapt to the exams of the ten schools.

"This Meng Fu..." Zhou Jin was a little speechless, as if a thunderbolt exploded above her head, her whole body was a little numb, and her forehead was burning hot.

He has seen a lot of geniuses with unfathomable grades in a single subject, such as Meng Fu, as President Gu said, can only be seen in schools like Zhou University.

No wonder she kept telling herself that she wasn't coming back to school.

"Principal Gu, I'm applying for one more spot in the intensive class." Zhou Jin turned directly to Principal Gu, paused, and said, "Go directly to the quota for the exam."

Principal Gu nodded. He knew what Zhou Jin meant: "Okay, I'll make arrangements."

The two big men in the school were talking, and the staff cautiously said: "Principal, Mr. Zhou, shall I make all the rankings first?"

"You do it," Zhou Jin waved to the staff, and went out with her mobile phone to call Zhao Fan, while looking at Principal Gu, "Principal, I will leave the rest to you."

Principal Gu asked the staff to print out Meng Fu's grades for him to see. Hearing Zhou Jin's words, he was taken aback, "What else?"

"The only one of the top ten schools with a perfect score is the seedling of the former National Secondary School." Zhou Jin didn't know what expression to use to face Principal Gu, "The Mathematics Union will also receive this news later, understand?"

If you don't intercept Meng Fu's news, I'm afraid it won't be long before Meng Fu is a member of the Mathematics Union.

After Zhou Jin finished speaking, she went outside to blow some air, and calmly called Zhao Fan back.

**

Meng Fu is here.

Li Qingning's agent also booked this hotel, she came back with Li Qingning's car, and after asking Zhao Fan's room number, she separated from Li Qingning.

She filmed a variety show all day today, and she still hasn't done a lot of homework.

The way of watching classic drama performances every day, the weekly exercises Zhou Jin sent her, and the daily copying arranged by President Yan.

"What do you want to say?" Su Di opened the door, and Meng Fu saw Zhao Fan's resentful gaze, so she stopped, half leaned on the back of the sofa, and asked.

Zhao Fan looked dimly, "You are still in the mood to eat hot pot, and your monthly exam results are out today."

Meng Fu was like an emotionless talking machine: "Oh."

"This is about your future development..."

Meng Fu interrupted Zhao Fan, pointed to Zhao Fan's pocket, "Sister Fan, mobile phone."

Zhao Fan took out his mobile phone and saw that it was Zhou Jin, so he quickly picked it up: "Mr. Zhou, is it Meng Fu's entrance exam results?"

Seeing her answering the phone, Meng Fu was not curious, and just asked Su Di, "Which room do I have?"

"That." Su Di was also paying attention to Zhao Fan's phone, poured Meng Fu a cup of warm water, and then pointed to the room diagonally opposite him.

Meng Fu took the warm water and entered the room.

Zhao Fan is still on the phone with Mr. Zhou.

Zhou Jin said "Yes", "Come out, Meng Fu did well in the exam."

Zhao Fan listened to Zhou Jin's tone, paused, and asked tentatively, "You did very well in the exam...Meng Fu, did she pass the top 60?"

The top 60 will not be eliminated by the bottom elimination system. This is the best result that Zhao Fan can imagine and Meng Fu can get.

She held her breath and listened to Zhou Jin's answer.

"Well, I got to the top 60 in the exam, and she won the bet I made with her," Zhou Jin didn't know what tone to use to describe it, "She may not come to school in the future, but her grades are absolutely amazing. Can't fall."

"Really in the top 60?" Zhao Fan straightened his back suddenly, his head became hot.

Although Su Cheng hinted at her several times before and after, Zhao Fan couldn't comprehend such mysterious things as grades. It was one of the top ten schools in the country, where top students gathered.

Che Shao was on the trending searches all afternoon because it was revealed that he had studied in the attached middle school.

Meng Fu dropped out of school for two years, one of which was ridiculed by the crowd for her poor English. Zhao Fan remembered it clearly, and now she heard Zhou Jin's words, as if in a dream, "Mr. Zhou, how many names is Meng Fu?"

Zhou Jin blew the wind outside for a while, and now he is more sober. When Zhao Fan asked him, he was quite calm, and his voice was as serious as ever: "750 points, the first place, should also be in this ten-school joint exam. The only number one."

"No. 1, thank you Mr. Zhou..." Zhao Fan thanked him first.

Halfway through thanking her, her voice got stuck in her throat, and she raised her head abruptly: "Ms. Zhou, what score and name did you just say about her?"

Zhou Jin still spoke at an unhurried pace, "750 points, the first place. Although she is the first place, she will not come to school in the future, but Meng Fu's courses must not be left behind. I hope you pay more attention to Meng Fu on weekdays. Career and academics , I can’t let it go, I still have something to do here, so I’ll hang up first.”

Seeing that Zhao Fan didn't speak for a long time, Zhou Jin knew that she might need some time to relax, so she said something to Zhao Fan and hung up the phone.

"Sister Fan, how is Miss Meng doing in the exam?" There was still a gourmet show on TV. After Su Cheng's reminder, Su Di was not worried about Meng Fu's grades at all. He held the remote control and watched TV while turning to Zhao Fan, ask casually.

Zhao Fan had already come to her senses, she looked at the closed door of Meng Fu's room, with a blank expression on her face, and replied seven words: "Very good, number one in ten schools."

Zhao Fan suddenly remembered that during the second phase of the star, countless people were worshiping Meng Fu's cousin Meng Xun.

Only Meng Fu acted like his cousin was okay.

Zhao Fan didn't understand at that time, but now she suddenly realized——

At that time, Meng Fu might have been serious.

Top ten schools?

"Wait," Su Di was silent for a while, he knew more than Zhao Fan, and he knew what it meant to be number one in ten schools, he took the remote control, turned the TV to mute, and turned to Zhao Fan: "Sister Fan, you Say it again, what first?"

"No. 1 among ten schools."

Su Di: "..."

TM?

Su Cheng came out of the house with his mobile phone.

Zhao Fan, who was thinking, saw Su Cheng, fell silent for a while, and finally couldn't hold back his words: "Brother Cheng, tell me, am I... delaying the pillar of the country?"

Needless to say, with Meng Fu's grades, he will be able to enter any science academy in the country. In the entertainment industry, even Zhao Fan has to admit that he is too talented. No wonder Zhou Jin didn't hesitate to pay a visit.

Su Cheng changed into home clothes, a cotton white shirt, and when the light came on, his cold and sharp face was much softer than usual.

He reached for a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator, without looking up, and said in a calm tone, "She knows what she's doing."

Su Cheng unscrewed the bottle cap, and when he returned to his room, he took a look at Zhao Fan, his eyes were full of dark ink, making it hard to see what he was thinking: "She also likes those fans very much, you Don't stress."

**

In Meng Fu's room, she took her pajamas to take a bath, washed off the smell of hot pot, and then found her ink pen from the box, took out the drawing paper and spread it on the table, and began to copy today's painting.

After she finished copying the painting, she took a picture and sent it to President Yan.

At the same time, she also saw the missed voice calls on WeChat, which were played by Xu Bochuan.

There is also a WeChat message sent by He Xiyuan——

Brother: [I'll send you something in two days, is the address of your last delivery okay? 】

Meng Fu replied two words——

【Can. 】

After Meng Fu returned to He Xiyuan, he sent the copied painting to President Yan, and finally returned the voice call to Xu Bochuan.

The voice rang three times before being picked up. On the other end of the phone, Xu Bochuan was lighting incense. He turned on the phone and said, "Tomorrow you will bring your Teacher Li over, don't forget."

"We're in the neighboring city." Meng Fu looked at the copied painting, and this time he didn't wait for the painting to dry, so he rubbed the city and threw it into the trash can, "Ten o'clock tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay," this point, Xu Bochuan is still in good spirits, he put down the small silver spoon in his hand, "I gave Yi Tong two of your incense."

"It's your thing, you can dispose of it as you please." Meng Fu went to the bathroom to wash his brushes, and said casually.

"Then what do you need Yi Tong to do, or you will let him be your guest on a flight." Xu Bochuan didn't know why Meng Fu didn't sell incense, but he could also guess that if she could owe Yi Tong a favor.

Without even thinking about it, Meng Fu interrupted Xu Bochuan's terrifying thoughts directly: "Don't do it, Yi Yingdi is too big, Director Xu, just remember that I will meet tomorrow."

On the other end of the phone, Xu Bochuan put down the phone, and looked helplessly at the tall man behind him, "Xiao Yi, I've said everything I need to say, she's not popular."

When he talked to Meng Fu, he specially spoke in a foreign voice, and Yi Tong heard it too, so he could only regret, "Why didn't she sell it?"

"This kind of incense is complicated to make," Xu Bochuan speculated about the situation, "I have met some people in the Xiangxie Association. This kind of spice should be difficult to make, so the amount is small, so she doesn't sell it very much. She only uses it for herself. People you know use it."

Having said that, Xu Bochuan only patted Yi Tong on the shoulder, "You take two from me and light them for your grandma, and see if your grandma will feel better. This can improve the quality of sleep."

As he said that, Xu Bochuan walked to the table where he specially placed incense. Seeing that there were only six incense sticks left in it, he reluctantly took out one and handed it to Yi Tong, "Take it back and give it to your grandma to try."

Xu Bochuan watched Yi Tong grow up, and Yi Tong is Xu Bochuan's nephew, so Xu Bochuan took good care of him.

Yi Tong didn't answer, just looked at him silently, "I heard it just now, you said two."

**

the next day.

seven o'clock.

Meng Fu sat on the sofa in the hall, with a bottle of milk in his mouth, glanced around the hall, and said casually, "Brother Cheng didn't get up?"

Zhao Fan has been looking at her non-stop since morning.

Meng Fu didn't want to talk to someone who wasn't very smart now, so he asked Su Di.

Su Di took the remote control and turned down the volume of the TV, "He's going abroad first."

"Overseas?" Meng Fu bit his straw and squinted his eyes.

Su Di nodded and explained carefully: "There is something to deal with. We are going to the Royal Academy of Music this week, and we should be able to come back with him."

"Oh," Meng Fu crushed the milk bottle, threw it back, and said calmly, "Let's go too."

I made an appointment with Xu Bochuan today, and took Li Qingning to him for an audition.

The three of them had no luggage, only Meng Fu had a suitcase, and Su Di carried it.

Zhao Fan silently followed Meng Fu, returned the room card, and waited until the entrance of the hotel before remembering to ask Meng Fu: "No, what are you going to do today? There is no schedule today, shall we go back to City T?"

Meng Fu raised his head, pulled the brim of his hat by the way, looked at the entrance of Xiangxiang, and waited for Li Qingning, "I won't go back, wait for Teacher Li."

at the same time.

Li Qingning just came out of the room, he didn't wear formal clothes today, he just put on a set of casual clothes casually.

His manager looked at him, shook his head, and couldn't help laughing, "It's worth asking for a day off from the crew, just to go out with Meng Fu? What's the point? If it's a bad drama, with Meng Fu around, how about you?" Are you embarrassed to refuse?"

**

At the beginning of the month, ask for a guaranteed monthly pass! Give Brother Fu some noodles!!

xx has a monthly ticket red envelope at the beginning of the month, I love you all, what a chirp~ Although the last month was not very regular, but unexpectedly changed for a month, I will try to adjust the time this month (it may be too difficult 233)