Not to mention being a top scorer in the exam, whether Meng Fu can honestly stay in school for three years is a question.

Like Zhao Fan, Yu Zhenling also took it for granted that when Meng Fu said that he was going to school at this time, he must have started studying in high school.

She said that Jiang Quan had connected Meng Fu to a private high school.

The wood was already in the boat, Yu Zhenling didn't say anything anymore, and after slapping the water on her face, she went to rest.

**

Following.

Early in the morning, Meng Fu went to the studio to take a bunch of photos, she has always had a good sense of lens, 360 degrees without dead ends, and this kind of magazine cover is very fast.

When she finished filming, Su Cheng was still waiting for her outside.

Seeing her, he gestured to her to wait.

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

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

Two minutes later, Su Cheng cut off the phone and walked towards this side, his voice was cold: "Finished shooting?" ”

"Hmm." Meng Fu signed the signature, politely handed it to the staff, and then 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 groaned for a moment, "How long?" ”

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

"Okay." Su Cheng didn't talk much, he took the car keys and sent Meng Fu to the Jiang family.

Today is Saturday, and Jiang Xinran and Jiang Xinchen have no classes.

When Meng Fu arrived, close to the meal, Jiang Xinran was in the hall telling Jiang Xinchen about the math papers he had examined.

The first middle school paper is difficult, especially the monthly exam paper this time, the last math question is very difficult, even if Jiang Xinchen is only a freshman in high school, Jiang Xinran has no clue.

Yu Zhenling was arranging flowers on the side, and when she saw Meng Fu, her expression was much lighter than last night, she broke off the flower branch and threw it in the trash, and her tone could be heard coldly: "The two of them are talking about the topic, don't bother them." ”

"This question involves the knowledge of the university......" Jiang Xinran pointed at this question with his fingertips and said slowly.

Yu Guang saw Meng Fu coming in from the front of the hall, Jiang Xinchen was a little absent-minded, he paused his hand, and then listened to Jiang Xinran Jiang Xinchen couldn't concentrate, he pursed his lower lip: "Let's eat first, I'll ask the teacher again on Monday." ”

After he finished speaking, he stood up to himself.

The smile on Jiang Xinran's lips seemed to freeze for a moment, but he didn't say anything, just lowered his eyebrows and smiled, "Okay." ”

The maids have already served the food one after another.

Old Man Jiang heard that Meng Fu had arrived, and came down from the upper floor with Jiang Quan's assistant.

"Grandpa." Jiang Xinran and Jiang Xinchen both got up and greeted the old man Jiang obediently.

Old Man Jiang put his crutches aside, "um", and the others were there, he had always been very majestic, "Sit down, eat first." ”

Meng Fu was still sitting next to Old Man Jiang, sitting firmly in the C position.

Seeing Meng Fu, Jiang Quan's assistant Jiang Yu took out a document from the bag beside him and said something in Old Man Jiang's ear.

After hearing this, Old Man Jiang's brows furrowed, and his tone was much softer, "Fu'er, this is the school your father found for you, T City International School, it is an international school with very good teachers, do you like it or not." ”

As he spoke, he handed the document to Meng Fu.

T City International School, with a good reputation in T City, is the most powerful private school with many foreign teachers.

Meng Fu glanced at the documents in Old Man Jiang's hand, and didn't speak for a long time, she mentioned to Old Man Jiang last night that the other party had found the school today.

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

On the other side, Jiang Xinran put down his chopsticks and seemed to be surprised, "My sister wants to go back to study?" ”

"Well," the old man Jiang replied for Meng Fu, and he didn't take his eyes off Meng Fu, seeing that Meng Fu kept staring at the document and didn't speak, the old man's hand holding the chopsticks tightened, "Don't like the whole school?" ”

"Not really." Meng Fu opened the document and looked through it slowly, her eyes were lowered, so that people couldn't see her expression clearly.

Old Man Jiang was very patient with Meng Fu, and when he didn't smile, the folds on his face were also terrifying, "Why is that?" ”

"Just ......" Meng Fu finished flipping through the information of the international school, then put the information aside, turned his eyes to Old Man Jiang, and said seriously: "I already have the school I want to go to." ”

"Which one?" Old man Jiang has always felt that Jiang Quan is serious, and he doesn't think that there is a school better than Jiang Quan's choice.

With her words, the other people at the table couldn't help but turn to Meng Fu.

Jiang Xinchen opened his mouth and spoke: "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 at all.

It would be nice to send her to T City International High School, she can't even look down on International High School, and she still thinks about where to go?

Being watched by everyone, Meng Fu didn't feel panicked at all, she looked at Old Man Jiang, was silent for two seconds, and gave him two words: "One middle school." ”

As soon as these two words came out, the entire table seemed to pause.

Even not far away, the butler who served the old man ginseng soup couldn't help but pause, and then turned to Meng Fu's side, his eyes seemed a little indescribable.

Although T City itself is only a second-tier city, it has a deep cultural heritage and strong teaching resources, and not only T City is famous throughout the country, but even 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 has strict management, the number of places that can come in every year is limited, and there are no borrowed students.

Those who can go to school in No. 1 Middle School are the pride of the sky.

In the silence, Jiang Xinran was the first to speak, she looked at Meng Fu and couldn't help laughing, "You haven't been in high school, you may not know, our No. 1 middle school doesn't have an art class, grandpa is right, the international middle school is already very good." ”

Meng Fu's Jiang family knows that they haven't touched books for two years, and whether they recognize or not those mathematical symbols is a problem, and they must take the art exam, otherwise with the results of ordinary cultural courses, it is a problem whether they can even be admitted to ordinary undergraduates.

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

There are only rocket classes and parallel classes in No. 1 Middle School, and at most they are repeat students, all of whom are top students with good grades, so they naturally don't worry about school.

"Let's talk about this matter again," Old Man Jiang knocked on the table, looked at Meng Fu, paused, and his voice slowed slightly: "I'll discuss it with your father when I come back in the evening." ”

When the old man said this, he didn't really want Meng Fu to go to No. 1 Middle School, right?

Not to mention whether there is an art class in No. 1 Middle School, just like Meng Fu, even if you spend more money, will No. 1 Middle School accept it?

When the time comes, will you let Yu's family help dredge up the relationship?

Yu Zhenling thought of this, and her heart was even more irritable, but the old man was there, she didn't dare to say anything, so she just ate a few bites and went upstairs.

She called Yu Yong and pressed her eyebrows: "T City International School is also a well-known private high school, she can't look down on it, and she even has to go to No. 1 Middle School." ”

"The eyes are high and the hands are low," Yu Yong listened to and gave a comment, "It's hard to become a big tool." ”

"It's half as good as she is, and I'm relieved," Yu Zhenling shook her head, "Brother, I think our old man may have to find Dad to dredge up the relationship, after all, Principal Gu doesn't get in, only our dad can say a word to him, don't agree, if she enters the first middle school, she will be dropped out of school in a month, and the Jiang family will really become a joke." ”

There are two children in the family in No. 1 Middle School, Yu Zhenling naturally knows the rules of No. 1 Middle School, the end of No. 1 Middle School, and the monthly exam every month, if the results do not meet the standard, they will be forced to drop out of school.

**

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

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

This time, Steward Jiang sent her out of the door for the first time.

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

"Miss Meng." Seeing that Meng Fu was about to get into the car, Steward Jiang finally stopped her.

Meng Fu gathered his coat, looked sideways at Steward Jiang, and raised his eyebrows, but he was surprised that Steward Jiang took the initiative to talk to her.

"Although the international middle school is not as good as the first middle school, but this is also the school carefully selected by the gentleman, and the old man also inquired a lot before choosing the international school," Steward Jiang was silent for a moment, and said: "Also, Miss Xinran is right, there is no art class in the first middle school, and it makes no sense for you to go to the first middle school." ”

Is this a knock on her to stop being so ambitious?

It's good to be in an international school.

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

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

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The monthly pass red envelope has not been received by the babies!!