Almighty Your Persona Has Collapsed

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Meng Fu remembered that when she came back last year, the female reporter only had hundreds of thousands of fans. Although there were more than 10 million fans, although there were zombie fans bought by the Weiqi club, they could still be compared with popular second-tier stars.

"How many days are you going to stay this time?" Seeing her checking the account, Teacher Ge asked.

"I'm leaving soon," Meng Fu looked away, looking at the mess that had been laid out, "I'm going to make a new movie."

Teacher Ge was taken aback, "So fast?"

"Well," Meng Fu nodded and stared at the endgame on the chessboard, "Mr. Ge, how many moves can you take at most?"

"Two steps." Teacher Ge took the chess pieces and placed them on the chess board. "It's hard to move an inch here. No matter which move is a dead end, you can see that this endgame has changed into another form of the game..."

The two were discussing the chess game downstairs.

upstairs.

Su Chengzheng cut off the video conference, and just got up, the mobile phone on the table rang, he looked over casually, saw Yang Hua's note on it, and straightened his expression.

He picked it up and walked to the window, his eyelashes drooping: "Auntie?"

Su Cheng made people feel very comfortable in handling various matters, and Yang Hua didn't know why she didn't have any barriers to him. Hearing Su Cheng's voice, she paused, "I have a friend. When she was nine years old, her parents divorced. , she went to find her brother, and waited alone at the train station for her brother to pick her up. She waited all night but did not find her brother, but instead met a gang of human traffickers..."

When Yang Hua spoke, Su Cheng listened quietly without disturbing her.

"Now, her brother has found her, thirty years," Yang Hua's voice sounded calm, as if she was muttering to herself, "Thirty years have passed, what's the use... Do you think she should forgive her brother ?"

Having said that, she didn't continue talking.

Su Cheng was very patient, "Auntie, your friend may need an answer, why her brother didn't pick her up at that time."

Su Cheng smiled, "If you need my help, you can just say it. If you are not sure, you can ask classmate Meng, or you can leave there for a while, avoid them, and think about it yourself."

Yang Hua: "How many times have I told you, that is my friend."

Su Cheng was not annoyed either, "I mean, tell your friend to avoid it for a while, and come back when you calm down, then you will think clearly."

Yang Hua was a little satisfied, "What you said makes sense."

On the other side of the phone, Yang Hua hung up the phone, moved her eyes to the yard, thought for a while, and sent a voice message to Mr. Jiang——

[Old man, I will bring some special products to see you tomorrow. 】

Mr. Jiang replied with an emoji of Meng Fu in seconds.

**

Teacher Ge came to Meng Fu this time mainly for two things, the association and the endgame.

After eating, he hurried back to the Go club with his chessboard and chess pieces, replayed the game he played with Meng Fu, and resumed the game.

Meng Fu went back upstairs to practice the painting that he would teach Mr. Yan every day.

Outside the door, there is a doorbell.

Su Di went directly outside to have a look. It was a courier who rang the doorbell, "Hi, it's classmate Meng's courier."

The courier corrected the tracking number, asked Su Di to sign, and handed the courier directly to Su Di.

Su Di took the courier, closed the door, and went back to the lobby. When she saw Su Cheng coming down the stairs with a cup, she handed the courier to him directly: "It's Miss Meng's courier."

"Give it to me." Su Cheng walked down slowly, delivered the result with one hand, and poured himself a glass of water with the other.

He took the courier and went upstairs to knock on Meng Fu's door.

upstairs.

Meng Fu had just finished drawing today's contact and sent the picture to Yan Langfeng for viewing.

Then click on the news of Mr. Galton and Meng Xun. The time difference between Galton and Meng Fu is different. The two are mostly in the state of leaving messages to each other. At this time, Mr. Galton reminds Meng Fu that he needs to write an academic report.

After all, Meng Fu was named Continental University. Continental University is different from Beijing University. It is a completely open study. People from the research base or not need to submit papers every quarter. According to the quality of the papers, they are still graded from E to S.

Meng Fu clicked on Meng Xun's message again, which was a tedious high-mathematics question.

There was a knock on the door outside, but Meng Fu didn't look back, he just leaned back on his chair and slumped on his own chair, saying in a weak voice, "Come in."

Su Cheng came in with the courier, glanced at him, "What's wrong?"

Meng Fu reached out to take the courier, and said lazily, "There are many things to do." At this point, she thought of something again, looked up at Su Cheng, put the phone in his hand, then got up, and let Su Cheng sit on her Chair: "Brother Cheng, do you know these two questions?"

In Meng Fu's third year of high school, Su Cheng did most of the papers.

Otherwise, she might really not be able to spare the time she is busy filming and drawing every day.

Su Cheng sat on the chair and looked down at the phone page. It was a math problem sent by Meng Xun just now.

Meng Fu handed the pen to Su Cheng again, took a notebook for him, and sat directly on the desk, bowing his head to open the package.

Su Cheng looked at her, then looked down at the book laid out, sighed, then put the cup on the table helplessly, "Jiang Xinchen again?"

"It's Ah Xun." Meng Fu opened the express box, and inside was a pile of spices. She smiled, and her voice was much lighter.

There was no difference, Su Cheng picked up the pen and looked at the topic.

The questions are very in-depth. After all, they are mathematics questions of the Engineering Department of Peking University. The first mid-term exam will give freshmen a hard time. The exercises are not difficult and require a lot of calculations.

Su Cheng looked at it for a while, then picked up his pen to write.

After about twenty minutes, he finished writing the first question and started writing the second question.

Seeing that he didn't need his mobile phone to read the questions, Meng Fu took his mobile phone and sent a message to the village chief——

[Still concentrating on incense? 】

The village chief was a little reserved: [Yes. 】

About two minutes later, he finally couldn't hold back, and couldn't wait to call Meng Fu. Seeing that Su Cheng was still writing the topic, Meng Fu went outside with his mobile phone.

The village chief didn't know much about Yang Hua, but when he heard Yang Lai's name, he made a guess.

This was the first time Meng Fu had heard of these things, and Yang Hua had never mentioned them to her.

After listening to the village chief's report, Meng Fu leaned against the door frame, looked at the phone page, and frowned slightly.

She returned to the room with her mobile phone, opened the door lightly, Su Cheng had already finished the test paper, and was looking at her with raised eyebrows: "Student Meng, don't you think..."

Too good for those two?

Meng Fu took the water glass and handed it to Su Cheng respectfully: "Brother Cheng, tell me."

The temperature in the villa was not low. Meng Fu was wearing home clothes and a long coat was casually put on. Su Cheng moved his eyes to her face and pursed his lips, "It's nothing."

He took the water glass and lowered his eyes to take a sip.

Su Cheng was originally a person who kept his etiquette, helping Meng Fu with exam papers to deceive the teacher, in the past, he never thought that such a day would happen.

**

The next day, T city.

Jiang Xinran finally came back from a leave of absence, and was having dinner with her high school classmates.

She lived in Jiang's family at that time, and Yu Zhenling bought her a villa near the school. Almost everyone in No. 1 Middle School knew that Jiang Xinran was a famous daughter, and her family was very rich.

At that time, Jiang Xinran often invited her classmates to the villa to hold parties. Everyone in the class knew that she was generous and a rich woman.

"So, Xinran, you came back to inherit the property?" A girl was very envious after hearing Jiang Xinran's words, "It really is the life of a rich man."

Looking at Jiang Xinran's behavior in the class at the time, one knew that the property she inherited was unusual.

property?

In addition to the reputation of the Yu family, they don't actually have much money. The pocket money they give Jiang Xinran every month is less than 20,000 yuan, which is not enough to buy a bag.

It was the Jiang family who were really rich, but this time, Jiang Xinran only received 10 million yuan, which was not enough to buy a house in downtown Beijing after taxes and fees were excluded.

There was coldness in Jiang Xinran's eyes, she regretted that Yu Zhenling divorced Jiang Quan at that time, but she didn't stop it.

Thinking of this, she still smiled, "I've invited you to dinner this time."

"As expected of a rich woman!" The class members gave Jiang Xinran a thumbs up.

Jiang Xinran's face was calm, after eating and singing, Jiang Xinran was surrounded by the crowd and went to the counter to swipe her card, and then walked outside the door with a group of people.

There is a bus stop opposite the hotel.

Jiang Xinran said goodbye to her classmates with a smile, "My driver will pick me up later, and anyone who is on the way can go with me."

The girl who had been fawning on her before hurriedly hugged Jiang Xinran's arm and sent the other students to the bus stop.

The opposite bus came slowly and stopped.

Jiang Xinran raised her head and watched several students get on the bus at the front door.

Suddenly saw the rear door, a middle-aged woman wearing a floral shirt got out of the car, her complexion is not too white, wheat-colored, wearing a floral shirt on her body looks a bit energetic, and she is holding a white snakeskin in her hand bag.