Zhou Jin looked at Meng Fu motionlessly.
Meng Fu rolled up the sleeves of his home clothes and patiently shook his head at him, "No."
"That's good." Zhou Jin stopped. He regained his composure, reached out and slowly pushed down the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and returned to his serious mathematician appearance.
After all the subjects of this exam were completed, the person in charge of the ten schools measured the difficulty. The difficulty coefficient was close to 0. This number is probably the most abnormal number in recent years.
Teachers from the ten schools have also made full preparations for this exam, especially science, comprehensive science and mathematics. Each subject has reached the entry level of the continental university.
Not to mention that Meng Fu has never taken any classes in the entertainment industry in the past two years. Even if he is self-study, the students of this month's No. 1 Middle School have gone through systematic review and training, and they are not comparable to amateurs.
Otherwise, there wouldn’t be so many parents who would try their best to send their children to one of the ten schools.
Meng Fu's express delivery of comprehensive science papers was so fast, it was faster than the exam machine in his class. Normally, Zhou Jin felt that he was stable this time.
After regaining his composure, Zhou Jin touched his glasses and turned his gaze, only to realize that there were many people in the room.
He first said hello to Su Cheng, whom he knew, and then turned his attention to Mr. Jiang beside him.
Su Cheng stood up and introduced to Zhou Jin, "This is Meng Fu's grandfather, Grandpa Jiang."
"Hello, Mr. Jiang." Zhou Jin nodded and took a few steps to greet Grandpa Jiang.
He glanced at Mr. Jiang and found it strange that Meng Fu's surname was Meng, why was her grandfather's surname Jiang
But strange as it was, Zhou Jin didn't ask. He thought it was Meng Fu's mother's surname.
He shook hands with Mr. Jiang.
At Su Cheng's reminder, Mr. Jiang stood up and shook hands with Zhou Jin with a serious face. If you look closely, you can see his slightly trembling little finger.
"Have you finished the last two questions of mathematics?" Zhou Jin didn't look at Mr. Jiang carefully, and naturally didn't notice the old man's trembling hands and stiff expression. He turned to Meng Fu again, staring intently.
He also asked the students in Rocket Class the last two questions.
Most students didn't even have time to read the last two questions during the exam. The top student in his class did read it and did the penultimate question. However, he didn't look very confident himself and didn't do the last question. .
He took these last two questions according to the intensive class and the independent admissions examination of Zhouda University in previous years.
Zhou Jin also specially prepared this for Meng Fu. He roughly calculated how fast Meng Fu did the exercises in the intensive class last time and estimated how high her ceiling would be before designing these two questions.
He didn't need to think about the penultimate question, as he definitely couldn't stop Meng Fu, but for the last question, he guessed that Meng Fu didn't have enough time.
Later, he specifically asked the invigilator that when Meng Fu did the math paper, he did not hand it in in advance.
Meng Fu walked to the refrigerator and opened the door. He originally wanted to grab a can of beer out of habit, but paused on the first floor before calmly grabbing the milk on the second floor.
Zhou Jin looked at her, and was afraid of damaging the self-confidence of these children. After the exam, he even went to encourage the group of Rocket Class people. Now that Meng Fu is here, in addition to confirming the resumption of school with her, he is also here to encourage her. 's: "These last two questions were answered by me personally. Normal time is not enough, so don't be discouraged."
She inserted the straw and took a sip before looking at Zhou Jin and said, "I've done it."
Zhou Jin: “…”
He paused and looked at Meng Fu's expression, feeling a little unsure in his heart. Could this guy really do it
He obviously did the exercises according to her intensive class.
On the side, Zhao Fan, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke, "Teacher Zhou, is the question difficult this time?"
Zhou Jin nodded, "The difficulty level is very abnormal."
Zhao Fan fell silent again.
"That's it, I'll go back to the joint meeting first." Zhou Jin glanced at Meng Fu twice, hesitating in his heart, saying goodbye to them, and going back to school to hold the joint meeting.
He was talking to Meng Fu, and Mr. Jiang, who was sitting on the sofa, just listened.
When Zhou Jin was about to leave, Mr. Jiang finally stretched out his hand. He took two steps forward with a cane and said, "Teacher, please wait a moment."
Zhou Jin pressed her glasses and turned around. When she saw it was Meng Fu's grandfather, she stopped and said, "Mr. Jiang, what can I do for you?"
"You just said that you are Fu'er's class teacher?" Mr. Jiang held his crutches with both hands.
Zhou Jin nodded, "Yes, Meng Fu is a student in our class now, didn't she tell you?"
"No, you... are still the head teacher of Rocket Class?" Mr. Jiang paused and asked again.
Zhou Jin smiled and probably knew what the old man was asking, "Yes, I am Zhou Jin, the head teacher of the Rocket Class of No. 1 Middle School. Although Meng Fu dropped out of school for two years, her talent in mathematics is too high, so Gu and I The principal even accepted her, hoping she would not waste her talent."
Mr. Jiang stood there and said nothing.
Zhou Jin had to rush back to the meeting. After explaining, he said goodbye to Su Chengmengfu and others again.
Su Cheng sent Zhou Jin downstairs.
When he came back, Mr. Jiang was still holding his cane and standing at the table a few meters away from the sofa.
"Grandpa Jiang." Su Cheng checked the time and went over to help him, "Would you like to go back to the hospital? The doctor will be doing rounds later."
Mr. Jiang came over today but did not report to the doctor.
The visit to see Meng Fu was also temporary.
"Well," Mr. Jiang came to his senses and nodded slightly to Su Cheng, "It's time to go back."
"Then I'll take you down." Su Cheng helped the old man go downstairs.
Meng Fu finished the bottle of milk. After hearing this, he waved goodbye to the old man, "Grandpa, goodbye, I won't see you off."
Mr. Jiang walked downstairs in a hurry, holding a cane in one hand and being supported by Su Cheng in the other. He followed the Jiang family's driver silently behind him.
It was already past nine o'clock, and there was still no one in the community. The wind was a bit cold at night. When the wind blew, Mr. Jiang stopped. He stood by the car and looked at Su Cheng, "Xiao Su, that teacher Zhou just said He is... the head teacher of Rocket Class No. 1?"
Meng Fu said before that when he was studying in No. 1 Middle School, Mr. Jiang and his group found it incredible. However, Meng Fu did not publicize it on the Internet, and she continued to participate in variety shows and did not go to school. Mr. Jiang originally wanted to ask Meng Fu, but then he did not asked.
In addition, last time Jiang Xinran said that there was no such person as Meng Fu in the seventeen classes of No. 1 Middle School, Mr. Jiang was already strong enough...
Who knew that when I came to see Meng Fu tonight, I would hear this bomb.
Meng Fu is not only a student of No. 1 Middle School, but also from the Rocket Class
The gap between studying in No. 1 Middle School and studying in the Rocket Class of No. 1 Middle School is too big.
The Rockets Class of No. 1 Middle School can be said to be the reserve force of the country’s pillars.
After all, there are ten schools in the country, and the capital is there.
Everyone who can enter the Rocket Class is not an ordinary person. Just look at Jiang Xinran and you will know that she is not only doing well in the Yu family, but also doing well in the Jiang family.
Mr. Jiang asked, and Su Cheng nodded, "Well, Teacher Zhou is the head teacher of Rocket Class."
Next to him, the driver of the Jiang family wiped his face expressionlessly, and then opened the door of the back seat of the car.
Mr. Jiang got into the car and stayed silently in the back seat.
Then he lowered his head, picked up the reading glasses placed on the seat next to him, asked the driver to turn on the lights in the car, and turned on his mobile phone to browse Weibo.
I came across Weibo about Ye Shuning in the topic of Dai Mengfu -
My sister’s score in the last monthly exam was among the top ten in the class. Congratulations to my sister for getting the heroine role in "Our Youth". My sister’s role is so similar to that of the heroine. She is the goddess of academic success (like it). I heard from insiders that a certain I dropped out of high school and had to go to an audition. I can only say that the director is great (like) (like)
This Weibo post became a trending post, with four to five thousand comments, all from Ye Shuning's fans.
Ye Shuning and Meng Fu became popular because of the same program. At first, Ye Shuning ignored Meng Fu.
But now, because of his celebrity status, Meng Fu doesn't know how far away he is from Ye Shuning, but this does not prevent Ye Shuning's team from rejecting the draft. Apart from other things, they insinuate that Meng Fu is uneducated every day.
Although some puffers were angry, they really couldn't find anything to say to refute this topic. They could only say that they would not give such a press release any heat.
after all-
Meng Fu's performance on the live broadcast was noticed by everyone. He was indeed talented.
In the past, when Mr. Jiang saw such Weibo posts and press releases, he would click on the upper right corner and report them three times. But today, he snorted and pressed reply directly—
Hey, mortal, with your achievements, are you worthy to compare with Meng Fu
After Mr. Jiang finished speaking, he raised his chin.
In front, in the driver's seat, the driver looked outside the rearview mirror, a little confused.
Mr. Jiang was concerned about Meng Fu's affairs, so he quarreled with others again, and then raised his head: "What's wrong?"
The driver looked away and when he saw that there was no car behind him, he shook his head: "I must have seen it wrong."
**
At the same time, upstairs, Meng Fu finished drinking the milk and turned to go back to the study.
Today she is going to copy a painting and show it to Chairman Yan.
She turned around and found that Zhao Fan and Su Di were both looking at her.
Meng Fu still put his hand on the door of the study room. He didn't go in. He was leaning against the door, holding the towel he just put on the table. He raised his chin towards the two of them and said, "Say."
Zhao Fan said silently: "You actually made such a bet with Teacher Zhou? That's the Rocket Class, ancestors. Do you know what the Rocket Class' last elimination system is?"
When Meng Fu made the bet with Zhou Jin, only Zhou Jin and Principal Gu were present.
Zhao Fan and others don't know.
Zhao Fan just took advantage of his free time to check out the forum of No. 1 Middle School. It was mostly filled with complaints from the senior students of No. 1 Middle School, as well as popular science about the last-place elimination system.
In No. 1 Middle School, there are 60 people in the Rocket Class, which is as famous as other schools in the country.
Those who can enter the rocket class of these ten schools in China are approximately equal to the top 600 in the country.
The top six hundred in the country, this is an unimaginable number not only for Zhao Fan, but also for everyone.
Thinking of the bet that Meng Fu had made with Zhou Jin, Zhao Fan no longer knew what to say.
"I know." Meng Fu nodded without any pressure. She leaned against the door frame and smiled sideways, "Sister Fan, don't worry, I won't cheat you."
As she was talking, Su Cheng had already returned from seeing the old man off.
"Brother Cheng." Zhao Fan looked at Meng Fu and then greeted Su Cheng.
"I'll go in and practice first." Meng Fu opened the study door and greeted them.
Su Cheng didn't say anything and just walked to the refrigerator.
Because Meng Fu had an exam during the day, he didn't mention what happened before he left last time. Now the exam is over.
Seeing his action, Zhao Fan and Su Di, who was going to the kitchen, immediately looked at Meng Fu as if they were in danger.
Meng Fu didn't feel guilty at all. She just leaned against the door frame, folded her hands across her chest, smiled carelessly, and said in an unhurried tone: "Brother Cheng, don't worry."
Her expression made Zhao Fan and Su Di, who were worried, calm down.
The refrigerator door is opened.
Because of what happened last time, Zhao Fan and Su Di both remembered the number of beer cans. They stared at the beer on the first floor and counted it. There were still 15 cans, not a single can missing.
The two breathed a sigh of relief.
Su Cheng glanced at Meng Fu, pursed his lower lip, and raised his hand, with clean and slender fingers, and he slowly took away the row of beer cans in front of him.
Seeing his action, Zhao Fan and Su Di looked at each other.
Su Cheng took out two cans of beer from the third row and placed them on the small table next to the refrigerator. Then he turned sideways, looked at Meng Fu, and said in a slow voice: "...Miss Meng?"
Su Di was far away from Zhao Fan, so he didn't quite understand what this meant.
When the two of them walked in, they discovered that the tabs on the two cans of beer that Su Cheng had just taken out were a little loose.
Su Di silently touched the pull ring, and the pull ring became crooked.
Zhao Fan could still see a jar of clear liquid under the half-tilted tab—
Tap water.
Zhao Fan: "..."
Like Su Cheng, she couldn't help but look at Meng Fu behind her.
Meng Fu put the towel on her head and put her slightly curly hair half dry on her shoulders. She kicked open the study door and wiped her hair with her fingers: "I still have to copy today."
After saying that, she went directly into the study.
Close the study door with a bang.
I was able to completely remove the tab, and after drinking, I could refill the beer can with a bottle of tap water, and then put it back in the refrigerator as if nothing had happened.
Outside the door, the hall was still silent.
Su Di endured it for a minute, but still couldn't hold it back: "Pfft."
Zhao Fan looked at Su Cheng silently. At this time, she wanted to take Meng Fu's place and crawl into the hole.
She explained for Meng Fu, "Brother Cheng, it's okay."
Su Cheng said nothing.
Zhao Fan continued: "She only drinks one bottle now and then. When she was a trainee, she would drink several bottles a day."
After all, at that time, Zhao Fan and Meng Fu went to a food stall to drink. They drank seven or eight cans in one meal, and Meng Fu didn't even get drunk.
Compared to that time, Meng Fu can now be considered as stoic.
Zhao Fan originally thought that Su Cheng might not listen to her explanation, but unexpectedly, Su Cheng, who had always been a man of few words, said "hmm". He looked away and said in a very soft voice, "I know."
Zhao Fan didn't expect Su Cheng to be so easy to talk to. She was startled, but Su Cheng could handle it gently, so she didn't say much.
He then talked to Su Cheng about Meng Fu's schooling, "Teacher Zhou said that she may have to go back to class next week. She hasn't finished filming "The Spy" yet."
Having said this, Zhao Fan frowned. This matter really gave him a headache.
She originally wanted to discuss with Su Cheng to make accommodations with No. 1 Middle School so that Meng Fu could take a few days off a week.
"No," it was getting late. Su Cheng raised his hand to look at his phone and said calmly: "You guys should go back and have some rest. You have to leave early tomorrow."
Su Cheng left first, and Zhao Fan and Su Di looked at each other.
Finally, Zhao Fan looked at Su Di and asked somewhat mysteriously: "Brother Cheng, doesn't mean that Meng Fu... can he pass the top 60 in the rocket class?"
Zhao Fan thought about Meng Fu's determined look, and then thought about Zhou Jin's determined look. She was a little messy in the wind.
Zhou Jin didn't believe that Meng Fu could make it into the top sixty.
Su Di also hesitated, "80% of the time, Miss Meng can get into the top sixty."
Zhao Fan: "..."
She opened the forum of No. 1 Middle School again and looked at the replies from senior high school students and other people's enthusiastic admiration for Rocket Class. She felt deeply that she was either crazy or stupid.
"Teacher Zhou just said that the results will be out on Sunday, right?" Zhao Fan asked.
Su nodded, "I heard it, it should be so."
Zhao Fan took his coat and looked outside, "Well, we'll know in about two days."
It's just that she may have been a little anxious these past two days.
The two walked out. Zhao Fan opened the door and saw the door opposite. The door opposite was already covered in dust. It seemed that no one had been there for a few months. She looked away and remembered Meng Fu's words again, "Did she just say that she wanted to copy? "
Copying what
**
Beijing.
He Xiyuan listened to several elders of the He family analyzing the situation in the capital in the study, and then returned to the room. He's father followed him and said slowly: "The Feng family has been very popular recently..."
He Xiyuan listened indifferently, then remembered something and asked the housekeeper to bring over a gold dish filled with sandalwood.
The housekeeper had already found an antique in the warehouse, as well as a small spoon for stirring sandalwood.
"Master, use this." The housekeeper searched around the room and placed the utensils next to He Xiyuan's bed. "This was a gift given to you by the Wei family when you were born in the early years. It has been kept in the warehouse without any use."
The color of this vessel matches the spices given by my junior sister.
He Xiyuan nodded, quite satisfied, and went to get the incense from the junior sister.
Father He stood aside, but he was curious and did not leave: "You took out all this. Recently, the Hong Kong Association released the spices from Skynet?"
"No, it was given by someone else." He Xiyuan took out a cheap cardboard box, then took out a stick of incense and asked the housekeeper to light it.
Father He looked at the box. It was not produced by the Fengjia Association or the Fengjia. He looked at the butler carefully ordering it and couldn't help but smile: "If you like incense, I also have the best spices produced by the Fengjia. Last time, I finally got the best spices from the Weijia." If you grab it, it’s not like our He family has no money.”
When the incense is lit, a puff of green smoke rises.
After Father He finished speaking, he was about to leave when he smelled the smell and suddenly paused.