In the back seat, Zhao Fan was miserable. She glanced in front of her, hoping that Su Cheng would come to her rescue.
Unexpectedly, Su Cheng only glanced at her in the rearview mirror and then turned away. The look in his eyes was too deep. Zhao Fan quickly explained, "Don't be angry, you two. This is how this industry is. In the entertainment industry, people with high academic qualifications Yes, but basically they all graduated from the film and television major. The kind of academic masters that the crew of "Our Youth" wants almost don't exist. The people in this crew are too serious, so don't mind either of you... "
Zhao Fan persuaded him with sincerity.
"Who minds?" Meng Fu leaned back and lowered his eyes, seeming to be thinking about something.
Zhao Fan: "..." But that's not what your expression and tone said.
In front, Su Cheng, who was driving, curled his lips.
His whole body has always been cold. Even when he smiles, his eyes are cold, not reaching the bottom of his eyes. But when he smiles, the iceberg melts, and you can actually feel warmth from his body.
Zhao Fan twitched the corner of his mouth, "As long as you don't mind."
Meng Fu ignored Zhao Fan and sat in the corner, not knowing what he was thinking.
**
On the other side, Li Qingning, who returned to the crew, also received a call from the screenwriter of "Our Youth".
Li Qingning called himself at this time. Li Qingning guessed that it might be because of Meng Fu's matter.
"How is this child?" Li Qingning was wearing the costume of the crew. He heard the screenwriter mention this drama. It is a youth series drama that does not have particularly high requirements for acting skills and is very suitable for newcomers, so he recommended Meng Fuqi.
Hearing this, the screenwriter was silent for a moment, and then said apologetically: "Mr. Li, I'm really sorry, because it's hard to find a heroine in the circle of characters. The director had already been confirmed last night. I also watched Meng Fu. It's true. Very spiritual, but the director chose Ye Shuning. You should have heard of Teacher Li..."
He slowly explained to Li Qingning what the crew meant.
To put it bluntly, Meng Fu's vase character design is too serious, and the director's requirements for the play are too high. He hopes that the heroine can act like a top student, and the closer she is to the prototype, the better.
When Ye Shuning's family was present on "Best Idol", her wall-to-wall awards became a hot topic. "Academic Domination" has always been her character in the industry. It is not unreasonable for the director to choose her.
Li Qingning frowned, "Although Meng Fu didn't go to high school, I think she knows a lot."
Li Qingning has always been involved in a wide range of subjects. He has done two programs with Meng Fu. Li Qingning also found that no matter what he said, Meng Fu could pick up the answer. He didn't know whether Meng Fu had very poor grades, but her knowledge was definitely not good. Low.
At least he had never heard of "phase space" and "Hamiltonian function".
The more I came into contact with Meng Fu, the more I felt that the black material on the Internet was groundless.
His recommendation of Meng Fuqi to this crew was not a random recommendation.
Who would have thought that the screenwriter would actually cast Ye Shuning.
After hanging up the phone, Li Qingning couldn't help but press her temples, sat on her seat, called Meng Fu and said sorry to her.
"It's okay." On the other end of the phone, Meng Fu had just gotten out of the car, but she hadn't left yet. She was half-leaning against the car door. "Can I ask who he has chosen?"
"Ye Shuning." Li Qingning remembered this name.
"Thank you, Teacher Li." Meng Fu thanked Li Qingning.
After hanging up the phone, Li Qingning felt sorry for Meng Fu. It was his part over there, and the steward was calling him. Li Qingning put the phone back on the table and walked that way, thinking that he must find it for Meng Fu next time. A better and more reliable resource.
**
Here, after Meng Fu hung up the phone, Su Cheng had already driven the car to the house she rented in No. 1 Middle School.
He called Li Qingning without avoiding Su Cheng and Zhao Fan. Both of them heard that the screenwriter chose Ye Shuning.
Zhao Fan was not surprised by this choice.
Ye Shuning is not a character for being a top student. She already has very good grades. Her scores in cultural classes are comparable to those of the top ten in the school, and her age is also in line with the setting of a high school student.
But Zhao Fan would not say this in front of Meng Fu. She changed the subject and said to Su Cheng: "Brother Cheng, the place where she lives now is not safe. I will apply to the company to arrange a new place for her..."
Su Cheng walked straight to the refrigerator. He opened the refrigerator door and found the refrigerator on the third floor.
Very clean three floors.
First level, beer.
Second level, beer.
The third level is still beer.
There were also many empty beer bottles in the trash can.
Looks like he drank a lot.
Su Cheng glanced at Meng Fu, who was lazily sitting on the sofa. When she saw him looking over, she shifted her gaze.
"Me!" Zhao Fan raised his hand, his voice was loud and his heart was tired, "Brother Cheng, I'm sorry, it's all my fault!"
Su Cheng: "..."
He couldn't help but press his eyebrows.
Zhao Fan finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Su Cheng didn't pursue the beer in the refrigerator. She collected all the empty beer cans in the trash can and was about to take them downstairs to throw them away. Suddenly she remembered something and turned around. He said to Meng Fu: "By the way, your Weibo fans have exceeded 7 million. When are you going to send out benefits? My opinion is to make a dancing video. Your fans have already licked the video on your show countless times. How pitiful Have mercy on them."
Meng Fu had been absent-minded since he came out of the audition office. He didn't know what he was thinking about, so he hummed casually.
Zhao Fan thought that she might have been hit today, so he didn't say much, signaled to Su Cheng with his eyes, and went down to take out the trash.
"There is a magazine cover to be shot tomorrow, and I have already made an appointment." Su Cheng put away the black notebook and looked at Meng Fu, "You should have a good rest today."
Everything in Meng Fu's place was carpeted. She almost didn't wear shoes when she got home. She wore a loose coat and sat on the carpet next to the sofa. Her slightly curly hair fell on her delicate collarbones, outlined by dark jeans. A pair of long, thin and straight legs appeared, and the snow-white toes were slightly curled, looking lazy and elegant.
Su Cheng looked at her and pursed his lips: "Can't you sit still?"
It was a rule brought up by his big family that even when he was sitting, his back was straight.
Meng Fu came back to her senses. She raised her head and looked at Su Chengxiao. Her peach blossom eyes seemed to be shining. "Brother Cheng," she paused, and continued, "Don't ask too much of me."
Su Cheng stopped talking.
When Zhao Fan came back from throwing away the garbage, he felt that the atmosphere in the room was a bit strange, but he couldn't pinpoint what was strange.
She put the milk she bought at the canteen at the entrance of the community into the refrigerator and arranged it one by one. Meng Fu's things were always placed in a mess, but every time Su Cheng came, he would arrange them one by one. Su Cheng was here, Zhao Fan Also arrange the milk in rows.
After putting out the milk, Zhao Fan saw that Meng Fu was silent and looking at his mobile phone unfocused. She walked over and asked with a smile, "Why don't you rest? Didn't you say you were tired just now?"
"No, I was thinking about something." Meng Fu turned off his phone, threw it on the table, and looked at Zhao Fan.
Zhao Fan raised his eyes: "Say."
Meng Fu put his hands behind his head and leaned against the legs of the sofa, "I want to go back to school."
"No, are you serious?" Zhao Fan stood up, looked down at Meng Fu, his eyes widened, "You have just started your career. If you go back to study now, after three years of study, your popularity will have been exhausted long ago. .Brother Cheng, do you think so?”
Zhao Fan looked at Meng Fu's expression, which didn't seem like he was joking. He felt anxious and turned to Su Cheng.
Su Cheng, who had always been rational, looked at Meng Fu thoughtfully and said, "That's okay."
Meng Fu smiled.
"No, Meng Fu," the two of them sang in harmony, and Zhao Fan went around in a circle: "You don't need to compare with Ye Shuning. When your works come out, these are all in the past tense. Most of the super A-list stars who are now popular are They all have a history of being black on the Internet. If you retire to study now, it will be too difficult to come back later... "
Su Cheng understood something: "She didn't say she would retire."
Meng Fu snapped his fingers and said, "That's right."
Zhao Fan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that he would not retire. "So it's okay if you want to develop your career and study at the same time. Many people in the circle are like this."
There are many people in the circle who balance studies and careers, but they are very tired. They often have to do various exercises and papers after finishing the draft.
Zhao Fanyi realized what Meng Fu meant, so he stopped worrying and thought cheerfully. Meng Fu would only receive the opportunity today, and he might not be able to hold on for a few days, so he wouldn't go to school.
Zhao Fan thought for a moment and smiled cheerfully: "That's okay, then you have to work hard. You can study art when you enter college in three years. If you can get a notice from the Film and Television School of T University by then."
Meng Fu dropped out of school two years ago and hasn't even finished a year of high school. Zhao Fan naturally felt that Meng Fu wanted to start studying in the first year of high school.
Meng Fu glanced at Zhao Fan but said nothing.
It happened that I also received a call from Mr. Jiang.
Mr. Jiang's tone was the same as before, except that he sounded a little hoarse.
"Are you okay?" Meng Fu sat upright.
On the other end of the phone, Mr. Jiang seemed to smile, "It's okay, you just came back. Do you have time to go home for dinner today? Your dad just invited a good cook back."
"Are you at home?" Meng Fu was surprised. Mr. Jiang is not fully recovered yet, so he should be in the hospital at this time.
Meng Fu didn't really want to go back to Jiang's house, but he was a little worried about Mr. Jiang's condition. After saying a few words to Mr. Jiang, he got up and went back.
Su Cheng also stood up. He took the car keys and looked at Meng Fu: "I'll see you off."
**
On the road, red light.
Su Cheng slowly stopped the car and glanced at Meng Fu who was leaning against the window in the rearview mirror, "Really want to go back to study?"
"Yeah." Meng Fu leaned against the car window, playing with his phone in his hand.
"Which school do you want to go to?" When the light turned green, Su Cheng started the car and looked back, his eyes clear and light.
Meng Fu lazily gave two words, "One middle school."
T City No. 1 Middle School, the best high school in the entire provincial capital.
How good is it? It doesn't compete with other high schools in the surrounding areas. It is comparable to No. 1 Middle School and is among the top ten schools in the country.
Jiang Xinran is also in this school.
Su Cheng was not particularly surprised by this, because the rental house that Meng Fu refused to move out was near No. 1 Middle School.
It's just that this school is a bit difficult to get into, especially for someone like Meng Fu who joins the class halfway.
Su Cheng nodded, "I understand."
Not long after, the car arrived at Jiang's house.
After Meng Fu said she was coming back, Mr. Jiang had been waiting outside the door. When he saw Meng Fu, his eyes narrowed with a smile.
"Grandpa Jiang." Su Cheng met Mr. Jiang and got out of the car to greet him.
With his imposing manner, he didn't look like an assistant. Mr. Jiang said "Hey" and then asked, "Will you stay and have dinner together?"
"No," Su Cheng politely said goodbye to Mr. Jiang, "I have something to do when I get back."
Meng Fu entered No. 1 Middle School. Although it was a bit difficult, it was not particularly difficult for Su Cheng. He was ready to go back and discuss it carefully.
Mr. Jiang didn't force himself. He and Meng Fu stood outside the door. After Su Cheng's car left, Mr. Jiang turned around and smiled, "Assistant, I believe whatever young master you say he is."
The two of them walked towards Jiang's house while talking.
Meng Fu supported Mr. Jiang and put his left hand on his wrist calmly.
Her brows furrowed slightly. When she left some time ago, the old man was recovering well. He hadn't been seen for more than a week, but he was very weak inside.
Think about the old man staying at Jiang's house abnormally.
Meng Fu lowered his eyes.
**
In the evening, dinner at the Jiang family.
Everyone else was there except Jiang Quan. Jiang Xinchen came back first. When he saw Meng Fu, he paused and didn't say anything. He just sat aside silently. Jiang Xinran came back with Yu Zhenling.
Seems more silent than ever.
Seeing Meng Fu, Jiang Xinran lowered her eyes.
Yu Zhenling was warned by Jiang Quan and Mr. Jiang because of what happened last time. When she saw Meng Fu, she also said hello: "Fu'er is back?"
Meng Fu was quite cold and just said "hmm".
Didn't call me mom.
Mr. Jiang did not remind Meng Fu.
Yu Zhenling was too lazy to say anything.
"Mom, eat a meatball." Next to Yu Zhenling, Jiang Xinran gave her a piece of meatball. "My brother's math test score came out today, with a score of 122."
The test papers for No. 1 Middle School have always been abnormal. There are only a few people who can score more than 100 points. 122 points is indeed a high score.
Hearing this sentence, Yu Zhenling's face improved, "Thanks to you, he has never scored 100 points before. Are the monthly exam results released today? How many do you have this time?"
"The total score is 622, fifth in the class." Jiang Xinran replied indifferently.
She is in the Rocket Class, fifth in the class, and fifth in age. According to the past admission sheets of No. 1 Middle School, there is no problem for Jiang Xinran to go to University A.
It is extremely rare in this circle to be admitted to University A with the results of cultural subjects. A little further ahead, Tong Eryu was admitted to University A as the top scorer in the college entrance examination.
Not to mention, Jiang Xinran is not only excellent in academic performance, but also good at playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting.
"Good test." Mr. Jiang, who had been eating silently, also glanced at Jiang Xinran and praised him.
Mr. Jiang was amiable in front of Meng Fu, but in the eyes of other Jiang family members, he was extremely majestic.
It was not easy to get a compliment from him. After hearing the old man's words, Jiang Xinran's eyebrows were raised. Her eyes faintly glanced at Meng Fu. Meng Fu still lowered his head and ate slowly, as if he didn't take it seriously.
Jiang Xinran withdrew her peripheral vision, looked at Mr. Jiang, and responded crisply, "Thank you for the compliment, grandpa, I will work hard."
**
After eating, Meng Fu wanted to massage the old man's temples.
"Have you been busy lately?" Mr. Jiang sat on the chair and let her fuss, "I saw Chao said, are you going to take on film and television? Don't work too hard, young people's health is important."
The butler who was about to serve tea couldn't help but paused when he saw that Meng Fu dared to make trouble on Mr. Jiang's head.
Then he went out to serve tea to the two of them as if nothing had happened.
"Fortunately," Meng Fu stood behind the old man and pressed the acupuncture points on Mr. Jiang's head. He looked quite right. "I should be able to take on the drama, but in the meantime, I want to go back to school."
"Studying?" Mr. Jiang paused, then turned to Meng Fu, "Why... do you want to go back to study all of a sudden?"
After leaving school for two years, he would definitely be out of touch when he went back to study. Not to mention other things, Meng Fu might have forgotten all the knowledge he learned in junior high school.
Mr. Jiang was afraid that Meng Fu would not be able to withstand the pressure.
He turned back and looked at Meng Fu. He originally wanted to ask her if it was because of Jiang Xinran's words at night.
When the words came to his lips, he didn't ask.
He knew the rebelliousness and competitiveness of men of Meng Fu's age.
The housekeeper brought a cup of tea to the two of them. Hearing Mr. Jiang's words, he couldn't help but glance at Meng Fu.
"It's not like I suddenly thought, it's time to go back." Meng Fu moved her hands slowly. She was still thinking about Mr. Jiang's condition and spoke in a calm tone.
She seemed determined. Mr. Jiang thought for a while and said, "Okay, I understand."
The housekeeper on the side lowered his eyes and said no more.
An hour later, Meng Fu was ready to go back.
Mr. Jiang took her out personally and sent his family's driver to take her back.
Looking at Meng Fu's back, Mr. Jiang felt that his body was much lighter and his chest was no longer so tight. He said in surprise: "Fu'er does have some skills. I feel much better."
Next to him, the housekeeper supported the old man and smiled, "Old man, you are in high spirits during happy events."
The housekeeper knew that the old man had been tired recently, but he was speechless at what he said. How could a massage on his head make the old man feel better
Meng Fu is not one of those old Chinese doctors from the institute.
"What do you know?" Mr. Jiang watched the live broadcast and knew that Meng Fu had a bunch of herbs in the yard and had some medical skills. He glanced at the housekeeper and said, "When Jiang Quan comes back later, ask him to come to the study to find me."
**
Jiang Quan didn't come back until close to eleven o'clock, and he has been very busy lately.
He also looked very tired.
Hearing that the old man was looking for him, he went directly to the study, "Dad, you're still up so late. Are you looking for me?"
"Well, I'm in good spirits today, thanks to Fu'er." Mr. Jiang also felt strange. He felt Meng Fu press his head and his whole body became energetic.
Mr. Jiang came to Jiang Quan because Meng Fu wanted to go back to school. He briefly explained what happened, and then said slowly: "I thought it would be less stressful to arrange for her to go to a noble school."
Jiang Quan agreed with Meng Fu's decision to go to school.
He doesn't pay attention to Meng Fu's entertainment industry, and he doesn't know whether Meng Fu is popular in the entertainment industry. He only knows that the things in his hands are his.
For Jiang Quan, the knowledge in his hands is the hardest thing.
"This is a good thing." Jiang Quan's face showed the only hint of joy recently. He smiled and shook his head, "As long as she is willing to learn, I am willing to spend any amount of favors. Dad, you can have a good rest. I can handle these things. Don't worry about it." The body is worn down.”
While Jiang Quan was busy with the Jiang family's troubled affairs, he didn't forget to call his assistant and ask him to contact a better private school in T City.
Meng Fu took a break from school for two years, and it was not easy to go to high school again.
Jiang Quan was also cautious in choosing a school. The reputation and teaching quality must be good, and the private school he chose was not an ordinary school.
The annual tuition and management fees are very high.
He also wanted to find a few more tutors, but he thought that Meng Fu might not be able to keep up with the process.
Yu Zhenling, who didn't sleep and had been waiting for Jiang Quan to come back, heard his call.
She took off her mask, sat up from the bed, and turned to Jiang Quan expressionlessly. She didn't know what tone to use: "Go to school? She finally wants to go back to high school?"
If she had heard this news two years earlier, Yu Zhenling might have been excited.
It's just that two years have passed and Meng Fu is in the entertainment industry again. Let alone going back to school, Yu Zhenling is not sure whether Meng Fu sincerely wants to go to school.
Thinking about what she said about Jiang Xinran at the dinner table tonight, Yu Zhenling continued to lean on the head of the bed, carefully put the mask on her face again, and said with a smile: "She heard that Xinran passed the exam. How many people did you tell the old man to go back to school?"
The timing couldn't have come at a better time.
Jiang Quan didn't reply. He was calling his assistant and acquaintances to make connections.
Yu Zhenling closed her eyes slightly and said nothing.
Yu Zhenling didn't get out of bed until Jiang Quan hung up the phone.
The mask had been applied, so Yu Zhenling took it off directly, crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the trash can. She sat by the dressing mirror and slapped water on her face, with a cold face and a slightly sarcastic tone: "The Jiang family has been in enough trouble recently. You have to deal with this kind of thing for her. What's the use of spending so much money on her when you can throw money into the water? Is it possible that she can take the college entrance examination for you in three years? The champion is back?"