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Meng Fu remembered that when she came back last year, the female reporter had hundreds of thousands of fans, and these more than 10 million fans, although they said that they had zombie fans bought by the Go club, they could also compete with the popular second-tier stars.

"How many days are you going to stay this time?" Seeing that she was looking at the account, Teacher Ge asked.

"I'm leaving soon," Meng Fu looked away at the endgame, "I'm going to make a new movie." ”

Teacher Ge was stunned, "So fast?" ”

"Hmm," Meng Fu stared at the endgame on the chessboard, "Mr. Ge, how many steps can you take at most?" ”

"Two moves," Mr. Ge took the chess pieces and put them on the chess game, "It's hard to move an inch here, no matter which move is a dead game, you see this endgame transform into another form of game ......"

The two were discussing a chess game downstairs.

Upstairs.

Su Chengzheng cut off the video conference, and as soon as he got up, the mobile phone on the table rang, he looked over casually, and saw that it was Yang Hua's remarks, and his expression was correct.

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

Su Cheng felt very comfortable dealing with all matters, Yang Hua didn't know why there was no barrier 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 her brother, and waited alone at the train station for her brother to pick her up, and waited all night without waiting for her brother, but waited for the trafficking gang to ......"

Yang Hua spoke, Su Cheng didn't bother, just listened quietly.

"Now, her brother has found her, thirty years," Yang Hua's voice sounded calm, and seemed to murmur a little, "Thirty years have passed, what's the use...... Do you think she should forgive her brother? ”

At this point, she didn't continue.

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

Su Cheng smiled, "If there is anything you need my help with, even if you say that you can't make up your mind, you can also ask classmate Meng, or you can leave there for a while first, avoid them, and think it through yourself." ”

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

Su Cheng was not annoyed, "I mean, let your friends avoid it for a while, and come back when you calm down, and then you will think clearly." ”

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

On the other side of the mobile phone, Yang Hua hung up the phone, his eyes also moved to the yard, thought about it, and sent a voice message to Old Man Jiang-

{Read the book and go-om} [Old man, I'll bring some souvenirs to see you tomorrow.] 】

Old Man Jiang replied with a Meng Fu emoji in seconds.

**

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

After eating, he hurriedly returned to the Go Club with his chessboard and chess pieces, re-arranged the game with Meng Fu, and reviewed the game.

Meng Fu went upstairs to practice the painting that he had to teach Teacher Yan every day.

Outside the door, there is a doorbell.

Su Di went directly outside to take a look, and it was a courier who rang the doorbell, "Hello, it's Meng Meng's courier." ”

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

Su Di took the courier, closed the door, returned to the hall, and saw Su Cheng coming down from upstairs with a cup, and handed the courier to him directly: "It's Miss Meng's courier." ”

"Give it to me." Su Cheng walked down slowly, came to express 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 just finished drawing today's contact and sent the picture to Yan Langfeng to see.

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

After all, Meng Fu is named Zhou University, which is different from Beijing University, completely open learning, whether it is a research base or not, people need to submit papers every quarter, and according to the quality rating of the papers, it is still E to S.

Meng Fu clicked on Meng Wei's news again, which was a cumbersome high math question.

There was a knock on the door outside, but Meng Fu didn't look back, just leaned back on the chair and collapsed directly on his chair, with a weak voice: "Come in." ”

Su Cheng came in with the courier and swept his eyes, "What's wrong?" ”

Meng Fu stretched out her hand to take the courier, and said lazily: "There are many things," Speaking of this, she remembered something again, looked up directly, looked at Su Cheng, stuffed the mobile phone into his hand, and then got up and let Su Cheng sit in her chair: "Brother Cheng, will you do these two questions?" ”

From the third year to the late stage of high school, most of the rolls were made by Su Cheng.

Otherwise, she is busy filming and painting every day, and the time may really not be enough.

Su Cheng sat on the chair and looked down at the page of his mobile phone, which was the math problem that Meng Wei had just sent.

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

Su Cheng looked at her, looked down at the paved notebook again, sighed, and then reluctantly put the cup on the table, "Jiang Xinchen again?" ”

"It's Ah Nai." Meng Fu opened the express box, there was a bunch of spices inside, she smiled, and her voice was much lighter.

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

The questions are very in-depth, after all, it is a math problem of the engineering department of Beijing University, and the first midterm exam will give the new students a disadvantage, and the difficulty of the practice questions is not shallow, and the amount of calculation is also large.

Su Cheng looked at it for a while, then picked up the pen and wrote.

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

Meng Fu saw that he didn't need a mobile phone to read the topic, so he took his mobile phone and sent a message to the village chief-

[Or is it a condensing incense?] 】

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

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

The village chief didn't know much about Yang Hua, but as soon as he heard Yang Lai's name, he guessed everything.

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

After listening to the village chief's relay, Meng Fu leaned against the door frame, looked at the mobile phone page, and wrinkled his eyebrows slightly.

She took her mobile phone back to the room and opened the door gently, Su Cheng had already finished the test paper, and was looking at her with her eyebrows raised: "Classmate Meng, don't you think it's ......"

That's too good for those two?

Meng Fu took the water cup and respectfully handed it to Su Cheng: "Brother Cheng, you say." ”

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

He took the glass and took a sip with his eyes down.

Su Cheng was originally a person who was cautious and polite, helping Meng Fu to make test papers to deceive the teacher, but in the past, he never thought that there would be such a day.

**

The next day, T City.

Jiang Xinran finally came back from leave, and was having dinner with his high school classmates.

She lived in the Jiang family at that time, and Yu Zhenling also bought her a villa next to the school, and almost everyone in the first middle school knew that Jiang Xinran was a famous daughter, and the family was very rich.

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

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

Looking at Jiang Xinran's behavior in the class at that time, you can know that the property she inherited is not ordinary.

Property?

In addition to fame, the Yu family actually doesn't have much money, and the pocket money given to Jiang Xinran every month is less than 20,000, and it is not enough to buy a bag.

It is the Jiang family that is really rich, but this time, Jiang Xinran only got 10 million, excluding taxes and fees, it is not enough to buy a house in the urban area of the capital.

Jiang Xinran's eyes were cold, she regretted that Yu Zhenling and Jiang Quan divorced at that time, and she didn't stop it.

Thinking of this, she still smiled on her face, "I invited you to this meal." ”

"She deserves to be a rich woman!" The people in the class gave Jiang Xinran a thumbs up.

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

There is a bus stop just opposite the hotel.

Jiang Xinran said goodbye to his classmates with a smile, "My driver will pick me up later, and if you have a way, you can go with me." ”

The girl who had scolded her before hurriedly grabbed Jiang Xinran's arm and sent the other classmates to the bus stop.

The bus on the opposite side slowly came over and stopped.

Jiang Xinran looked up and saw several classmates getting on the bus at the front door.

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