Almighty Your Persona Has Collapsed

Chapter 106: 106Who told you I was going to art class? (1st update)

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Let alone getting the top score in the exam, whether Meng Fu can stay in school for three years is a question.

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

She said that Jiang Quan had contacted Meng Fu at a private high school.

The deal was done, and Yu Zhenling said nothing more. After slapping water on her face, she went to rest.

**

The next day.

Meng Fu went to the studio early in the morning and took a bunch of photos. She always has a good sense of lens, with 360 degrees and no blind spots, and she can shoot magazine covers like this very quickly.

When she came out after taking the photo, Su Cheng was still waiting for her outside.

Seeing her, he made a waiting gesture towards her.

Meng Fu changed his clothes and waited for him at the door.

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

Two minutes later, Su Cheng cut off the phone and walked this way with a cool tone: "Is the filming finished?"

"Yes." Meng Fu signed the signature and handed it to the staff politely. Then he remembered something, "I want to go back to Jiang's house first."

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

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

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

"Okay." Su Cheng never talked much. He took the car keys and sent Meng Fu to Jiang's house.

Today is Saturday, and neither Jiang Xinran nor Jiang Xinchen has classes.

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

The first-grade papers are difficult, especially this monthly exam paper. The last big math question is very difficult. Even though Jiang Xinchen is only a freshman in high school, Jiang Xinran has no clue.

Yu Zhenling was arranging flowers on 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: "They 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.

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

After he finished speaking, he stood up.

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

The servants have already served the dishes one after another.

When Mr. Jiang heard Meng Fu's arrival, he came down from upstairs with Jiang Quan's assistant.

"Grandpa." Jiang Xinran and Jiang Xinchen stood up and greeted Mr. Jiang obediently.

Mr. Jiang put his crutch aside and said "Hmm". There were other people there. He was always very dignified and said, "Sit down, let's eat first."

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

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

After hearing this, Mr. Jiang's brows relaxed and his tone became much gentler, "Fu'er, this is the school your dad found for you, T City International School. It's an international school with very good teachers. See if you like it. "

He said, handing the document to Meng Fu.

T City International School has a good reputation in T City. It has 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 didn't say anything for a while. She mentioned to Mr. Jiang last night that he had found the school today.

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

Opposite me, Jiang Xinran put down her chopsticks, seemingly surprised, "Sister, are you going back to study?"

"Well," Mr. Jiang replied for Meng Fu without looking away from Meng Fu. Seeing that Meng Fu kept staring at the document without speaking, the old man's hand holding the chopsticks tightened, "Don't you like the whole school?"

"No." Meng Fu opened the file and flipped through it slowly. She lowered her eyes, making her expression unclear.

Mr. Jiang was very patient with Meng Fu. When he didn't smile, the wrinkles on his face were scary. "Why is that?"

"Just..." Meng Fu flipped through the international school information, then put the information 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. He didn't think there was a better school than Jiang Quan's choice.

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

Jiang Xinchen opened his mouth and said, "The 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 more about Meng Fu.

It would be great to send her to T City International Middle School. She doesn't even like international middle schools, so where else are she thinking about going

Being watched by everyone, Meng Fu didn't feel panic at all. She looked at Mr. Jiang, was silent for two seconds, and gave him two words: "One hit."

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

Not far away, the butler who was serving the old man the ginseng soup couldn't help but pause for a moment, then turned to Meng Fu, his eyes seemed to be speechless.

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

No. 1 Middle School has a history of more than 100 years. The school management is strict. The number of places that can enter every year is limited, and there are no loan students. Those who can enter No. 1 Middle School are top students who are ranked close to the top one thousand in the provincial capital and want to join the class 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 the proud ones 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 gone to high school, so you may not know that our No. 1 middle school does not have an art class. Grandpa is right, the international middle school is already very good. alright."

Everyone in the Jiang family knew Meng Fu's background. He hadn't touched a book in two years. Whether he recognized the mathematical symbols or not was a problem. He must have taken the art exam. Otherwise, with ordinary cultural class scores, he would not even be able to pass the general undergraduate exam. It's all a problem.

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

There are only Rocket Class and Parallel Class in No. 1 Middle School. Most of them are repeat students. All students are top students and have good grades. Naturally, they won’t worry about school.

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

If the old man says this, he doesn't really want Meng Fu to go to No. 1 Middle School, right

Not to mention whether No. 1 Middle School has an art class, but for Meng Fu, even if it costs a lot of money, will No. 1 Middle School accept it

Will Yu's family be allowed to help smooth the relationship by then

When Yu Zhenling thought of this, she felt even more irritated. But since the old man was here, she didn't dare to say anything more. She just ate a few bites 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 and she wants to go to No. 1 Middle School."

"A high-minded person has a low hand," Yu Yong said after listening, "It's hard to achieve great things."

"It would be better if she was half as happy as Xinran, and I would be relieved." Yu Zhenling shook her head, "Brother, I think our old man may need to find dad to smooth out the relationship. After all, Principal Gu is not easy to get into, and only our dad can talk to him. Don't agree to the last sentence. If she enters No. 1 Middle School and is kicked out within a month, the Jiang family will really become a joke. "

With two children in the family, Yu Zhenling naturally knows the rules of No. 1 Middle School. No. 1 Middle School has a final elimination system. Those who do not meet the standard in the monthly exam will be forcibly dropped out of school.

**

Downstairs, the old man also finished eating. After listening to Meng Fu's words, he fell into deep thought.

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

This time, Butler Jiang sent her out for the first time.

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

"Miss Meng." Seeing Meng Fu about to get in the car, Butler Jiang finally stopped her.

Meng Fu gathered her coat, turned to look at Butler Jiang, and raised her eyebrows. She was surprised that Butler Jiang took the initiative to talk to her.

"Although the international middle school is not as good as the No. 1 Middle School, it is also a school carefully selected by Mr. and the others. The old man also made a lot of inquiries before choosing an international school." Butler Jiang was silent for a moment and said, "Also, Miss Xinran said That’s right, there is no art class in No. 1 Middle School, so there is no point in going to No. 1 Middle School.”

Is this a way to discourage her from being so ambitious

Being able to attend an international school is already great.

"No," Meng Fu hooked the opening of his coat with his fingertips and glanced at Butler Jiang, "Who told you that I was going to the art class?"

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