Zhou Jin stared at Meng Fu motionlessly.

Meng Fu rolled up the sleeves of her home clothes and shook her head patiently at him, "No."

"That's good." Zhou Jin stopped, regained his composure, reached out and slowly pushed down his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and returned to his strict mathematician look.

After all subjects were taken, the leaders of the ten schools calculated the difficulty and found that the coefficient of difficulty was close to 0. This number is probably the most abnormal number in recent years.

Teachers from the ten schools have made full preparations for this exam, especially for comprehensive science and mathematics, with each subject meeting the entry standards for continental universities.

Not to mention that Meng Fu has not attended classes in the entertainment industry in the past two years. Even if she has studied on her own, the students of No. 1 Middle School have undergone systematic review and training in this month, which is incomparable to amateurs.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many parents who would find ways to send their children to one of the ten schools.

Meng Fu finished the comprehensive science paper so quickly that it was much faster than the examination machine in their class. Normally, Zhou Jin felt that he had it safe this time.

After regaining his composure, Zhou Jin touched his glasses and turned his head, only to find that there were quite a few people in the room.

He first greeted Su Cheng, whom he knew, before turning 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. He took a few steps and came over to greet Grandpa Jiang.

He glanced at Old Man Jiang and found it strange. Meng Fu's surname was Meng, so why was her grandfather's surname Jiang?

However, although it was strange, Zhou Jin did not ask, thinking that Meng Fu should have the same surname as her mother.

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 little finger trembling slightly.

"Have you finished the last two math problems?" Zhou Jin didn't look at Mr. Jiang carefully, so he naturally didn't notice the old man's trembling hands and stiff expression. He turned to Meng Fu again, staring at him.

He also asked the students in the rocket class the last two questions.

Most students didn't even have time to look at the last two questions during the exam. The top student in their class did look at them and even did the second to last question, but he didn't seem very confident and didn't do the last question.

For these last two questions, he based them on the intensive classes and Zhou Da’s independent enrollment examinations in previous years.

These two questions were specially prepared by Zhou Jin for Meng Fu. He roughly calculated the speed at which Meng Fu did the exercises in the intensive class last time and estimated her ceiling, so he designed these two questions.

He didn't need to think about the penultimate question, as he knew he would not be able to stop Meng Fu, but he estimated that Meng Fu might not have enough time for the last question.

Afterwards, he specifically asked the invigilator that Meng Fu did not hand in his math paper early.

Meng Fu walked to the refrigerator and opened the door. She wanted to take a can of beer out of habit. Her hand paused on the first layer before she took the milk from the second layer as if nothing had happened.

Zhou Jin looked at her, afraid of dampening the confidence of these children. After the test, he went to encourage the group of people in the Rocket Class. Now he came to Meng Fu, not only to confirm her return to school, but also to encourage her: "I personally supervised the last two questions. Normal time is not enough, so don't be discouraged."

She inserted the straw, took a sip, and then looked at Zhou Jin, "I did it."

Zhou Jin: “…”

He paused, looking at Meng Fu's expression, feeling a little uncertain. Could this guy really have done it?

He was clearly following her exercises for the intensive class.

At the side, Zhao Fan, who had been silent the whole time, finally spoke up, "Teacher Zhou, is the question difficult this time?"

Zhou Jin nodded, "The difficulty level is abnormal."

Zhao Fan fell silent again.

"That's it, I'll go back for the joint meeting first." Zhou Jin glanced at Meng Fu, hesitant in his heart, said goodbye to them, and was about to go back to school for the joint meeting.

He and Meng Fu were talking back and forth, and Old Master Jiang, who was sitting on the sofa, just listened.

When Zhou Jin was about to leave, Mr. Jiang finally stretched out his hand. He leaned on his crutches and took two steps forward. "Teacher, please wait a moment."

Zhou Jin pressed his glasses and turned his head. Seeing that it was Meng Fu's grandfather, he stopped and said, "Mr. Jiang, what can I do for you?"

"You just said that you are Fu'er's class teacher?" Old Master Jiang held his crutches with both hands.

Zhou Jin nodded, "Yes, Meng Fu is now a student in our class. Didn't she tell you?"

"No, you... are also the head teacher of the Rocket Class?" Mr. Jiang paused and asked again.

Zhou Jin smiled, probably knowing what the old man was asking. "Yes, I am Zhou Jin, the head teacher of the Rocketry Class of No. 1 Middle School. Although Meng Fu dropped out of school for two years, she is very talented in mathematics, so Principal Gu and I made an exception and accepted her. We hope she won't waste her talent."

Mr. Jiang stood there and said nothing.

Zhou Jin had to rush back for a meeting, so after explaining, he said goodbye to Su Cheng, Meng Fu and the others again.

Su Cheng sent Zhou Jin downstairs.

When he came back, Mr. Jiang was still leaning on his crutches, standing by the table a few meters away from the sofa.

"Grandpa Jiang." Su Cheng checked the time and went to help him. "Do you want to go back to the hospital? The doctor will be doing rounds later."

Mr. Jiang came here today without reporting to the doctor.

I came to see Meng Fu temporarily.

"Well," Mr. Jiang came to his senses and nodded slightly to Su Cheng, "It's time to go back."

"Then I'll take you downstairs." Su Cheng helped the old man downstairs.

Meng Fu finished a bottle of milk, and after hearing this, she waved goodbye to the old man, "Grandpa, goodbye, I won't see you off."

Old Master Jiang walked down the stairs with unsteady steps, leaning on a cane in one hand and supported by Su Cheng with the other hand. The Jiang family's driver followed silently behind him.

It was already past nine o'clock, and there were still few people in the community. The wind was a little chilly at night. When the wind blew, Mr. Jiang stopped the car. He stood by the car and looked at Su Cheng, "Xiao Su, that teacher Zhou just said that he was... the head teacher of the Rocket Class of No. 1 Middle School?"

When Meng Fu said that she was studying at No. 1 Middle School, Mr. Jiang and his group found it unbelievable. However, Meng Fu did not publicize it on the Internet, and she had been participating in variety shows and had not been to school. Mr. Jiang originally wanted to ask Meng Fu, but later did not ask.

In addition, Jiang Xinran said last time that there was no such person as Meng Fu in the 17 classes of No. 1 Middle School. Mr. Jiang was already very confident...

Who would have thought that when I came to see Meng Fu tonight, I would hear this bombshell.

Meng Fu is not only a student of No. 1 Middle School, but also in the Rocket Class?

There is a huge gap between studying in No. 1 Middle School and studying in the Rocket Class of No. 1 Middle School.

The Rocket Class of No. 1 Middle School can be said to be the reserve force of the country's pillars.

After all, it is one of the top ten universities 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 in the Jiang family.

When Mr. Jiang asked, Su Cheng nodded, "Yes, Teacher Zhou is the head teacher of the Rocketry Class."

Beside him, the Jiang family driver wiped his face expressionlessly and then opened the back door of the car.

Mr. Jiang got into the car and sat quietly in the back seat.

Then he lowered his head, picked up his reading glasses on the seat next to him, asked the driver to turn on the lights in the car, and opened his phone to check Weibo.

I saw a Weibo post about Ye Shuning in the topic of Dai Mengfu——

[My sister's last monthly exam result was in the top ten in the class. I also congratulate my sister for getting the leading role in "Our Youth". My sister is too similar to the leading actress, a top student goddess (thumbs up). I heard from an insider that a high school dropout also went to audition. I can only say that the director is great (thumbs up) (thumbs up)]

This Weibo post became popular, with four to five thousand comments, all from Ye Shuning's fans.

Ye Shuning and Meng Fu became famous because of the same show. At the beginning, Ye Shuning was far better than Meng Fu.

But now, because of her celebrity status, Meng Fu is far ahead of Ye Shuning. However, this does not prevent Ye Shuning's team from publishing press releases to slander her. Apart from anything else, they also imply that Meng Fu is uneducated every day.

Although some fans were angry, they really couldn't find any words to refute this topic and could only say that they would not heat up such press releases.

after all--

Everyone saw Meng Fu's performance on the live broadcast, and she is indeed talented.

In the past, when seeing such microblogs and press releases, Mr. Jiang would click on the upper right corner and report three times, but today, he snorted coldly and directly replied -

[Heh, mortal, with your grades, are you worthy enough to compete with Meng Fu? 】

After Mr. Jiang finished speaking, he raised his chin.

Up front, in the driver's seat, the driver looked outside in the rearview mirror, a little confused.

Mr. Jiang was concerned about Meng Fu's situation, and he had another argument with someone before he looked up: "What's wrong?"

The driver looked away and saw that there were no cars behind him. He shook his head and said, "I must have seen it wrong."

**

At the same time, upstairs, Meng Fu finished drinking the milk and turned back to the study.

Today she is going to copy a painting for President Yan to see.

She turned around and found that Zhao Fan and Su Di were both looking at her.

Meng Fu still had her hand on the study door, and she didn't go in. She half leaned against the door, holding the towel she had just put on the table, and raised her chin towards the two of them: "Speak."

Zhao Fan said silently: "You actually made such a bet with Teacher Zhou? That's the Rocket Class, ancestor, do you know what the last-place elimination system of the Rocket Class is?"

When Meng Fu made the bet with Zhou Jin, only Zhou Jin and Principal Gu were present.

People like Zhao Fan don’t know.

Zhao Fan just took advantage of some free time to check out the No. 1 Middle School forum. It's basically full of complaints from the senior high school students, as well as some popular science articles about the last-in-first-out system.

No. 1 Middle School has a rocket class of 60 students, which is as famous as other schools in the country.

To be able to enter the rocket classes of these ten schools in China is equivalent to being in the top 600 in the country.

The top 600 companies in the country, this is an unimaginable number not only for Zhao Fan, but for everyone.

Thinking about the bet that Meng Fu made with Zhou Jin, Zhao Fan didn't know 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 speaking, Su Cheng had already returned from sending the old man back outside.

"Brother Cheng." Zhao Fan looked at Meng Fu, 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, just walked to the refrigerator.

Because Meng Fu had an exam during the day, he didn't mention what happened before the last departure. Now the exam is over.

Seeing his action, Zhao Fan and Su Di who was about to go to the kitchen felt as if they were facing a great enemy and immediately looked at Meng Fu.

Meng Fu, however, did not feel guilty at all. She just leaned against the door frame, crossed her arms over her chest, smiled nonchalantly, and said in a leisurely tone: "Brother Cheng, don't worry."

Seeing her expression, Zhao Fan and Su Di, who were feeling uneasy, relaxed a little.

The refrigerator door was 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 layer and counted them. There were still 15 cans, not one missing.

The two of them breathed a sigh of relief.

Su Cheng glanced at Meng Fu, pursed his lips, and raised his hand. His five fingers were clean and slender, and he slowly moved 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 and looked at Meng Fu, saying slowly, "...Miss Meng?"

Su Di was far away from Zhao Fan and didn't quite understand what this meant.

As the two walked in, they discovered that the pull rings of 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 can of clear liquid under the half-tilted pull ring.

Tap water.

Zhao Fan: “…”

Like Su Cheng, she couldn't help but look at Meng Fu behind her.

Meng Fu pressed the towel on her head, and her slightly curly hair fell on her shoulders half-dry. She kicked open the door of the study and wiped her hair with her fingers: "I still have to copy today."

After saying that, she went straight into the study.

The study door closed with a bang.

I was able to pull the pull ring off so completely, and after drinking the beer, 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 for a minute, but still couldn't help it: "Poof."

Zhao Fan looked at Su Cheng silently. At this moment, she wanted to crawl into the cave instead of Meng Fu.

She explained for Meng Fu, "Brother Cheng, this is good."

Su Cheng didn't say anything.

Zhao Fan continued, "Now she only drinks one bottle occasionally, but when she was a trainee, she would drink several bottles a day."

After all, at that time, Zhao Fan went to a food stall with Meng Fu to drink. They drank seven or eight cans of wine in one meal, but Meng Fu didn't get drunk.

Compared to that time, Meng Fu can be said to be pure and free from desires now.

Zhao Fan originally thought that Su Cheng might not listen to her explanation, but unexpectedly, Su Cheng, who was usually quiet, just said "hmm", retracted his gaze, and said in a light voice: "I know."

Zhao Fan didn't expect Su Cheng to be so easy to talk to. She was surprised, but since Su Cheng was gentle and kind, she didn't say much.

He then talked to Su Cheng about Meng Fu's schooling, "Teacher Zhou said that she might have to go back to school next week. She hasn't finished filming The Bourne Legacy yet."

Speaking of this, Zhao Fan frowned. This matter was indeed a headache.

She originally wanted to discuss with Su Cheng and try to get some leniency from No. 1 Middle School so that Meng Fu could take a few days off a week.

"No need." It was getting late. Su Cheng looked at his phone and said calmly, "You guys should go back and rest as well. We need to leave early tomorrow."

Su Cheng left first, and Zhao Fan and Su Di looked at each other in surprise.

Finally, Zhao Fan looked at Su Di and asked in a mysterious way: "Brother Cheng, do you mean that Meng Fu...can get into the top 60 of the Rocket Class?"

Zhao Fan thought about Meng Fu's confident look again, and then thought about Zhou Jin's confident look as well, and she felt a little confused.

Zhou Jin didn't believe Meng Fu could make it into the top 60.

Su Di also hesitated for a moment, "Eighty percent chance, Miss Meng can get into the top 60."

Zhao Fan: “…”

She opened the No. 1 Middle School forum again, looked at the replies from the top senior students, and then looked at other people's admiration for the 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."

Zhao Fan took his coat and walked outside. "Well, we'll know in about two days."

It's just that she might have been feeling 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 with dust. It seemed that no one had been there for several months. She looked away and thought of Meng Fu's words, "Did she just say that she wanted to copy?"

What to copy?

**

Capital city.

He Xiyuan listened to the elders of the He family analyzing the situation in the capital in the study room, 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 butler to bring a golden dish with sandalwood incense.

The housekeeper had already found an antique in the warehouse, as well as a small spoon for picking sandalwood.

"Master, use this," the butler searched the room and placed the vessel beside He Xiyuan's bed, "This is a gift that the Wei family gave you when you were born a few years ago. It has been in the warehouse and has not been used."

The color of this vessel matches the spices given by Junior Sister.

He Xiyuan nodded, quite satisfied, and went to get the incense from his junior sister.

He's father stood aside, curious, but did not leave: "You took all this out. Did the Fragrance Association release Skynet's spices recently?"

"No, someone else gave it to me." He Xiyuan took out a cheap paper box, then pulled out a stick of incense and asked the housekeeper to light it.

Father He looked at the box. It was not produced by the Fragrance Association or the Feng family. He watched the housekeeper carefully order it and couldn't help but smile: "If you like fragrance, I also have the best fragrance produced by the Feng family. I managed to snatch it from the Wei family last time. It's not like our He family is poor."

When the incense was lit, a puff of green smoke rose.

After Mr. He finished speaking, he was about to leave when he suddenly stopped when he smelled something.