The housekeeper stared at Meng Fu closely and looked at her expression seriously.
However, Meng Fu had already put on his sunglasses, blocking the light in his eyes, and instead of returning to Butler Jiang, he turned and walked directly to the car.
The housekeeper still stood there, staring at Meng Fu's back with twinkling eyes.
If she doesn't go to the art class, could it be... could she really go to the parallel class in No. 1 Middle School
But the housekeeper quickly denied that she did not continue studying for such a good opportunity two years ago. Now she is somewhat famous in the entertainment industry. According to this artistic bonus, she can still go to T University even if her final college entrance examination score is not good. , how could she give up her identity as an art student
A lot of bits and pieces flashed through the butler's mind, but in the end he could only look at Meng Fu's back, unable to regain consciousness for a long time.
He turned around and walked back, just in time to bump into Yu Zhenling who was going out.
"Madam, Miss Meng..." Butler Jiang opened his mouth.
Yu Zhenling looked at him in surprise, "What's wrong with her?"
"It's nothing." He wanted to tell Yu Zhenling about Meng Fu, but when the words came to his lips, he didn't know what to say and continued to remain silent.
Yu Zhenling looked at Butler Jiang and did not continue to ask questions. If it was about Jiang Xinran or Jiang Xinchen, she would definitely ask more questions, but Meng Fu, forget it.
**
Here, Meng Fu arrived at the car at the intersection.
Zhao Fan had already gotten out of the car and helped her open the back seat door. He thoughtfully raised his chin towards the Jiang family door and asked, "Was that Butler Jiang just now?"
Because of what happened at the art exhibition last time, Zhao Fan remembered Butler Jiang and had a bad impression of him.
Meng Fu got into the car and sat down in the car with an unimpressive look, looking lazy, and said "Hmm".
"Tsk, he sent you so far, I didn't notice." Zhao Fan didn't know much about the Jiang family, so he followed Meng Fu into the car.
Meng Fu took out his mobile phone, opened WeChat himself, and searched for an account.
Send a sentence directly.
Here, Jiang Quan's assistant Jiang Yong has driven back to Jiang's, and the front desk is greeting him warmly.
The cell phone in his pocket rang. Jiang Yong thought it was work, so he quickly took it out and saw a sentence pop up on WeChat -
Assistant Jiang, is my dad okay recently
Name: Meng Fu.
Seeing this sentence, Jiang Yong's first reaction was, when did he add Miss Meng?
Of course, Jiang Yong didn't have time to think about this at this time. Meng Fu's words were quite satisfactory, but Jiang Yong could feel through the screen how the other person asked him solemnly.
He quickly replied - Miss, everything is fine, don't worry.
Meng Fu held the phone and typed one sentence in a leisurely manner -
Remember to call me if you have anything.
Even through his cell phone, Jiang Yong's typing attitude was respectful. His daughter was a die-hard fan of Meng Fu, and Jiang Yong was also extremely respectful to Meng Fu.
Hearing what Meng Fu said, he responded respectfully—
I understand, miss.
This was the reply, but Jiang Yong had no intention of telling Meng Fu. He knew that Meng Fu was from the entertainment industry. She had hardly integrated into this circle in T City. Even if he told her about the Jiang family, it would be useless. It only makes her worry.
After a pause, Jiang Yong cautiously added -
Miss, when did I join you
As Jiang Yong pressed the elevator button, he felt strange. Could it be that there was something wrong with his memory? When had he joined Meng Fu before
Otherwise, why would the other party suddenly appear on his WeChat list
In the car, Meng Fu held his cell phone and typed without changing his face: Assistant Jiang should not stay up late at night in the future, it will be bad for his memory.
Su Cheng was driving in front. He always drove very steadily and kept his speed at a steady pace.
"Brother Cheng, where are we going?" Zhao Fan looked at the road and asked Su Cheng.
Meng Fu lowered his head and kept touching the phone casually with his fingertips. He seemed to be talking to someone. Zhao Fan did not disturb her and chatted with Su Cheng.
"We'll know when we get there." Su Cheng turned the steering wheel, and his dark and calm eyes could be seen in the rearview mirror.
This was so mysterious that Zhao Fan couldn't figure it out, so he didn't ask any more questions.
After a while, the journey became more and more familiar. Zhao Fan couldn't help but turn to Meng Fu: "Isn't this the way to your rental house? Are we going back now?"
Two minutes later, the car passed directly through Meng Fu's neighborhood and continued to drive forward.
In addition to the residential areas, there are schools here.
Zhao Fan finally thought of a possibility at this time. She paused, then pointed out the car window, and could almost hear her stiff voice: "Don't tell me, are we going to No. 1 Middle School?"
As soon as she finished speaking, there was a "stab" sound and the car stopped.
Zhao Fan slowly raised his head, just in time to see the majestic four characters "T City No. 1 Middle School" on the gate of the quaint No. 1 Middle School.
Su Di, who had been waiting at the school gate for a long time, saw the car approaching, so he came over and opened the back seat door. When he saw Zhao Fan was stiff in the back seat and did not get out, he raised an eyebrow: "Sister Fan?"
Zhao Fan wiped his face and got out of the car with both hands and feet.
When the wind blew outside, she woke up a little, and then she turned her eyes to Meng Fu. She remembered that Meng Fu had just said yesterday that she wanted to go to school, and a terrible thought arose in her heart -
This ancestor, doesn't she want to come to No. 1 Middle School
Meng Fu got off the car from the other side. She pressed the brim of her hat and looked up at the sign of Yizhong. She looked at it for a while before walking inside.
**
Today is Saturday, there are not many people in No. 1 Middle School.
In the administration building, Principal Gu, the principal of No. 1 Middle School, had been waiting in the office very early. He had a prim face, and he was waiting by the office window with a teacup in his hand.
Finally there was a knock on the door outside.
Principal Gu put down his tea cup and looked at the door: "Please come in."
Su Di opened the door and let Su Cheng and Meng Fu go in first.
Principal Gu turned to Su Cheng and said, "Mr. Su, please sit down."
He asked the teaching assistant in the office to pour tea for Su Cheng and others, then he looked at Meng Fu and smiled, "This is the student Meng who is about to join our No. 1 Middle School."
Meng Fu greeted the Gu principal politely.
It seemed that Meng Fu was really going to enter No. 1 Middle School. Zhao Fan, who was following Meng Fu, wiped his face. OK, sure enough, Brother Cheng was worthy of being Brother Cheng. He could find a way to enter such a big No. 1 Middle School.
"Just in Class 12, Grade 1..." Principal Gu asked the teaching assistant to show Su Cheng the information from Class 12.
Meng Fu listened very carefully at the front, but when she heard the back, she finally raised her hand and said, "Sorry to bother you."
Suddenly, everyone in the office turned their attention to Meng Fu.
Meng Fu touched his nose and said politely, "Well, I'm not a freshman in high school."
Not a freshman in high school
Su Di looked at Meng Fu in surprise. He was not studying in the first grade of high school. He knew that Meng Fu had never entered the campus after taking the high school entrance examination. So when he communicated last night, he was talking about the first grade of high school. .
Next to Meng Fu, Zhao Fan couldn't help but look up at Meng Fu. This feeling came again -
Isn't this ancestor going to do something sexy again
"Then which grade do you want to study in?" Principal Gu looked at Meng Fu and said in a deep voice, "Third grade?"
"She's a senior in high school." Meng Fu put his hand on the table and shook his head.
Zhao Fan beside her: "..."
Jumping two levels in a row is worthy of you, Ancestor Meng.
Su Di: "..."
He never expected that Meng Fu's coming to No. 1 Middle School would be scary enough.
Principal Gu thought Meng Fu was going to be in the third grade of junior high school, but when he heard her words, his face darkened.
Last night, Principal Gu received a piece of information from the Chen family.
It is said that a student will transfer to No. 1 Middle School midway.
Meng Fu's resume clearly stated that he had dropped out of school for two years and had been in the entertainment industry for the past two years. He heard that he needed a degree, so he came to school.
She hadn't been to campus for two years, so Principal Gu made concessions when he asked her to come to No. 1 Middle School for her freshman year. Who knew that she was now confident that she would go to senior school.
Principal Gu turned his eyes to Su Cheng, who was sitting on the chair with his old spirit still present. He sat upright and drank tea with his eyes lowered, making it impossible to see his expression.
"Meng Meng, we can let you enter the first year of high school because your grades were really good two years ago," Principal Gu took a deep breath and explained to Meng Fu, "You have to know that our No. 1 Middle School is not an ordinary school. Whether it’s a weekly exam or a monthly exam, the test questions are all A+ level. It’s a bit reluctant for you to enter the first year of high school. You skip two levels. By the third year of high school, you can’t even understand the questions.”
Principal Gu spoke calmly, but you could already tell that he was a little angry.
Principal Gu has never seen anyone skip a grade in high school. Generally, there are many skipping grades in elementary school, and the knowledge in high school is complicated. The school has a plan for what to learn every year. Each grade in No. 1 Middle School learns not only the knowledge in the textbook, but also the knowledge in the textbook. There are many stretches.
After hearing Meng Fu casually say that she wanted to skip a grade, Principal Gu really thought that she didn't sincerely want to study.
This was the first time that Zhao Fan met an intellectual like Principal Gu. Listening to Principal Gu's slightly angry tone, cold sweat began to break out on her back, and then she looked at Su Cheng.
Su Cheng finally put down his tea cup at this time. He tapped his fingertips on the table. After a while, he looked at Meng Fu and said, "Have you heard Principal Gu's worries?"
Meng Fu nodded and spoke nonsense with his eyes open: "I know what you mean, Principal Gu, but I took a two-year break because I finished my first and second year of high school by myself. I can definitely keep up with the courses of the first and third years of high school. You don't have to worry."
No one knows what Meng Fu has done in the past two years better than Zhao Fan.
In the past two years, she either took part in strange announcement variety shows or participated in talent shows. Otherwise, she wouldn't have accumulated so many negative fans. How could she have seriously studied the content of the first and second grade of high school
Hearing what Meng Fu said, Zhao Fan wanted to take her out directly. He told her not to talk nonsense like this. Could she also lie to the principal of No. 1 Middle School
But she couldn't control Meng Fu. Zhao Fan only looked at Su Cheng for help, but saw that Su Cheng didn't stop Meng Fu.
Principal Gu is such a calm person. Hearing Meng Fu's words, he also laughed angrily, "Have you completely studied the first and second grade courses on your own? Can you still keep up with the progress of No. 1 Middle School?"
Meng Fu didn't know how to write the word "self-effacing" at all. She nodded: "That's right."
"Okay," Principal Gu nodded. He searched around the desk, took out an IMO competition book, flipped to a page, and handed it to Meng Fu, "This is the guidance book for their IMO competition this year."
Principal Gu pointed to one of the questions and said, "I'll give you twenty minutes. You can make it and I'll see."
Mathematics competitions usually start in the first year of high school and take part in the second year of high school. They cover a wide range of topics. No. 1 Middle School has always attached great importance to these competitions, and these tutorials are also extremely difficult.
Not to mention Meng Fu, even a second-year high school Rocket Class student might not be able to do it.
When Zhao Fan heard that Principal Gu had come up with the competition question, he knew that the other party was serious. He couldn't help but cover his face with his hands and couldn't bear to look at Meng Fu anymore.
Meng Fu was very calm. She took the book, took a look at it, and saw that it was a proof question. She politely said: "Can you give me a piece of paper and pen?"
She really wanted to write, but Principal Gu didn't say anything and motioned to the teaching assistant to get paper and pen for Meng Fu.
After Meng Fu got the paper and pen, he took a look at the question again. The competition guide book of No. 1 Middle School was still of a certain standard. The question writer covered a wide range of topics, including differential equations.
As expected of a centenary, Meng Fu sighed in his heart as he wrote down the word "certificate".
While she was thinking about it, she started writing directly on the paper.
From the time she saw the question to the time she put down her handwriting, it took less than a minute. This proof question was very long, and there was an ellipse diagram. Most people didn't even finish reading the question in this time, right
Beside her, Su Di and Zhao Fan were watching her write the certificate.
Zhao Fan was a little embarrassed for Meng Fu, but he saw that she continued writing smoothly.
These two people had forgotten the formula of an ellipse. How could they remember anything else? Naturally, they couldn't understand what Meng Fu wrote.
There are also a bunch of formulas and special symbols.
Zhao Fan was silent for a moment and then said in a low voice: "Still, does it sound like that?"
Su Di was thoughtful and did not answer Zhao Fan.
On the other side, Principal Gu and Su Cheng chatted intermittently, mostly with Su Cheng asking Principal Gu about the school's environmental issues.
ten minutes later.
Meng Fu finished the last word, looked at Principal Gu who was talking to Su Cheng, and put the pen on the table: "Principal Gu, I finished writing the proof."