In the back seat, Zhao Fan was in great pain. She looked forward, hoping that Su Cheng could help her out.
Unexpectedly, Su Cheng only glanced at her through the rearview mirror and then turned his eyes away. His eyes were too deep. Zhao Fan hurriedly explained, "Don't be angry, the two of you. This circle is like this. In the entertainment circle, there are people with high academic qualifications, but they are basically graduates of film and television majors. The kind of academic masters that the crew of "Our Youth" wants almost do not exist. The people in this crew are too serious. Don't mind it, the two of you..."
Zhao Fan persuaded earnestly.
"Who minds?" Meng Fu leaned back, lowered her eyes, and seemed to be thinking about something.
Zhao Fan: “…” But your expression and tone don’t say that.
In front, Su Cheng, who was driving, curled the corners of his lips.
He has always been a cold person, even when he smiles his eyes are full of coldness that doesn't reach his eyes. But when he smiles at this moment, the iceberg melts and one can actually feel warmth from him.
The corner of Zhao Fan's mouth twitched, "I'm glad you don't mind."
Meng Fu ignored Zhao Fan and sat in the corner, not knowing what she was thinking.
**
...
...
On the other hand, Li Qingning, who returned to the crew, also received a call from the screenwriter of "Our Youth".
Li Qingning guessed that the reason why he called at this time might be because of Meng Fu.
"What about this kid?" Li Qingning was wearing the crew's ancient costume. He had heard the screenwriter mention this drama, a youth series that didn't require particularly high acting skills and was very suitable for newcomers, so he recommended Meng Fu.
The screenwriter was silent for a moment after hearing this, and then apologized: "Teacher Li, I'm so sorry, because it's very difficult to find a heroine with this character in the circle. The director had already decided on her last night. I also saw Meng Fu, and she is indeed very spiritual, but the director decided on Ye Shuning. Teacher Li, you should have heard of her..."
He slowly explained to Li Qingning what the crew meant.
All in all, Meng Fu’s character as a vase is too serious, and the director has too high expectations for the performance. He hopes that the heroine can perform the aura of a top student, and the closer to the prototype, the better.
When Ye Shuning's family attended the "Best Idol" event, her wall of awards became a hot topic. "Academic master" has always been her persona in the circle. It is not unreasonable for the director to choose her.
Li Qingning frowned, "Although Meng Fu didn't go to high school, I think she knows a lot."
Li Qingning has always had a wide range of interests. After working with Meng Fu on two programs, he discovered that no matter what he said, Meng Fu could follow up. He didn't know whether Meng Fu's grades were very poor, but her knowledge was definitely not low.
At least he had never heard of the terms "phase space" and "Hamiltonian function".
The more I interacted with Meng Fu, the more I felt that the negative information on the Internet was groundless.
He recommended Meng Fu to join this crew, and it was not a random recommendation.
Who would have thought that Ye Shuning would be the screenwriter.
After hanging up the phone, Li Qingning couldn't help but press his temple, sat down, called Meng Fu, and apologized to her.
"It's okay." On the other end of the phone, Meng Fu had just gotten out of the car, but she didn't leave, half leaning against the car door, "Can I ask who he has chosen?"
"Ye Shuning." Li Qingning remembered this name.
"Thank you, Teacher Li." Meng Fu thanked Li Qingning.
After hanging up the phone, Li Qingning felt sorry for Meng Fu. It was his turn to act and the crew was calling him. Li Qingning put the phone back on the table and walked over there, thinking that he must find a better and more reliable resource for Meng Fu next time.
**
On this side, after Meng Fu hung up the phone, Su Cheng had already driven to the house she rented near No. 1 Middle School.
When he called Li Qingning, he did not avoid Su Cheng and Zhao Fan. They both heard that the screenwriter had chosen Ye Shuning.
Zhao Fan was not surprised by this choice.
Ye Shuning is not a top student. She has excellent academic performance. Her academic performance is comparable to the top ten students in the school. Her age also fits the standard for a high school student.
But Zhao Fan would not say this in front of Meng Fu. She changed the subject and said to Su Cheng, "Brother Cheng, the place where she lives now is not very safe. I will apply to the company to arrange a new place for her to live..."
Su Cheng walked straight to the refrigerator, opened the door, and saw three layers of the refrigerator.
Very clean three floors.
First layer, beer.
Second layer, beer.
The third layer is still beer.
There are also many empty beer bottles in the trash can.
Looks like he drank a lot.
Su Cheng glanced at Meng Fu, who was already lazily curled up on the sofa. When she saw him looking at her, she shifted her gaze away.
"Me!" Zhao Fan raised his hand, his voice was loud and his heart was tired, "Brother Cheng, I'm sorry, it's all my fault!"
Su Cheng: “…”
He couldn't help but press his eyebrows.
Zhao Fan finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Su Cheng didn't pursue the beer in the refrigerator. She collected all the empty beer cans in the trash can and prepared to take them downstairs to dump them. Suddenly she remembered something and turned to Meng Fu and said, "By the way, your Weibo fans have exceeded 7 million. When are you going to give out some benefits? My suggestion is to shoot a dancing video. Your fans have already licked the videos on your show countless times. Have pity on them."
After Meng Fu came out of the audition office, she had been absent-minded. No one knew what she was thinking about. She just said "hmm" nonchalantly.
Zhao Fan thought that she might have been hit hard today, so he didn't say much. He signaled to Su Cheng with his eyes and went downstairs to take out the trash.
"There is a magazine cover shoot tomorrow, and I have already made an appointment," Su Cheng put away the black notebook and looked at Meng Fu, "You should have a good rest today."
Meng Fu's house was covered with carpets. She almost never wore shoes when she got home. She wore a loose coat and sat on the carpet beside the sofa. Her slightly curly hair fell on her delicate collarbone. Her dark jeans outlined a pair of long, thin and straight legs. Her snow-white toes were slightly curled up, making her look lazy and gorgeous.
Su Cheng looked at her and pursed his lips: "Can't you sit properly?"
He was brought up in a big family and had such good manners that he even kept his back straight when sitting.
Meng Fu came back to her senses. She looked up and smiled at Su Cheng. Her peach blossom eyes seemed to be shining. "Brother Cheng," she paused and continued, "Don't ask too much of me."
Su Cheng stopped talking.
After Zhao Fan came back from throwing away the garbage, he felt that the atmosphere in the room was a little weird, but he couldn't tell what was weird.
She put the milk she bought at the store at the entrance of the community into the refrigerator and arranged it one by one. Meng Fu's things were always placed in a mess, but every time Su Cheng came, she would put things in order one by one. When Su Cheng was there, Zhao Fan also arranged the milk in rows.
After placing the milk, Zhao Fan saw Meng Fu was silent and her eyes were distracted while looking at her phone. She came over and asked with a smile, "Why don't you take a rest? Didn't you just say you were tired?"
"No, I'm thinking about something." Meng Fu turned off the phone, threw it on the table, and looked at Zhao Fan.
Zhao Fan raised his eyes: "You say."
Meng Fu put her hands behind her head and leaned against the sofa legs, "I want to go back to school."
"No, are you serious?" Zhao Fan stood up and looked down at Meng Fu, his eyes widened. "Your career has just started. If you go back to school now, your popularity will be gone in three years. Brother Cheng, don't you agree?"
Zhao Fan looked at Meng Fu's expression, which didn't seem like he was joking, and became anxious, so he turned to Su Cheng.
Su Cheng, who was always rational, looked at Meng Fu thoughtfully, "That's fine."
Meng Fu smiled.
"No, Meng Fu," the two of them sang in unison. Zhao Fan turned around and said, "You don't have to compare yourself with Ye Shuning. When your works come out in the future, these are all things of the past. Most of the popular top-tier stars now have a history of being blacklisted by the entire network. If you retire now to study, it will be too difficult to come back in the future..."
Su Cheng understood something: "She didn't say she was going to retire."
Meng Fu snapped his fingers, "That's right."
Hearing that he would not retire, Zhao Fan breathed a sigh of relief, "So you want to develop your career while studying. This is fine. Many people in the circle do this."
There are many people in the circle who balance study and career, which is very tiring. They often have to do various exercises and papers after finishing the draft.
Zhao Fan understood what Meng Fu meant, so he was no longer anxious and felt more cheerful. He thought that Meng Fu was just in trouble today and might not be able to hold on for a few days, let alone go to school.
Zhao Fan thought for a moment and smiled cheerfully, "Alright, you'll have to work hard. You can go into art when you take the college entrance exam in three years, just in case you get an admission letter from T University's Film and Television Academy."
Meng Fu started to drop out of school two years ago and did not finish a year of high school. Zhao Fan naturally thought that Meng Fu would start studying from the first year of high school.
Meng Fu glanced at Zhao Fan and said nothing.
I happened to receive a call from Mr. Jiang.
Mr. Jiang's tone was no different from before, except that it sounded a little hoarse.
"Are you okay?" Meng Fu sat up straight.
On the other end of the phone, Mr. Jiang seemed to smile, "It's okay, you just came back, do you have time to go home for dinner today? Your father just hired a good chef."
"You're at home?" Meng Fu was surprised. Mr. Jiang's health had not yet fully recovered, so he should be in the hospital at this time.
Meng Fu didn't want to go back to the Jiang family, but she was a little worried about Mr. Jiang's condition. After saying a few words to Mr. Jiang, she got up and went back.
Su Cheng also stood up, took the car keys, and looked at Meng Fu: "I'll take you there."
**
On the road, red light.
Su Cheng slowly stopped the car and glanced at Meng Fu who was leaning against the window in the rearview mirror. "Do you really want to go back to school?"
"Yeah." Meng Fu leaned against the car window, playing with her cell phone in her hand.
"Which school do you want to go to?" The light turned green, Su Cheng started the car, and looked away, his eyes clear.
Meng Fu lazily gave two words, "No. 1 Middle School."
T City No. 1 High School is the best high school in the entire provincial capital.
How good is it? It doesn't even compare with other high schools in the surrounding area. Those that can be compared with No. 1 High School are all among the top ten schools in the country.
Jiang Xinran is also in this school.
Su Cheng was not particularly surprised by this, because the rental house that Meng Fu refused to move out of was right next to No. 1 Middle School.
It’s just that this school is a little difficult to get into, especially for someone like Meng Fu who joins the class midway, the difficulty is even greater.
Su Cheng nodded, "I understand."
Soon, the car arrived at Jiang's house.
When Meng Fu said she was coming back, Mr. Jiang had been waiting outside the door. When he saw Meng Fu, his eyes narrowed with a smile.
"Grandpa Jiang." Su Cheng met Grandpa Jiang and got out of the car to greet him.
He looked like someone who didn't look like an assistant. Mr. Jiang said "Hey" and asked, "Would you like to stay and have dinner with us?"
"No thanks," Su Cheng said goodbye to Mr. Jiang politely, "I have something else to do when I get back."
Although it was a little difficult for Meng Fu to enter No. 1 Middle School, it was not particularly difficult for Su Cheng. He planned to go back and discuss it carefully.
Mr. Jiang did not force it. He and Meng Fu stood outside the door. After Su Cheng's car left, Mr. Jiang turned around and smiled, "Your assistant, I would believe him no matter which family he is from."
As they talked, they walked towards the Jiang family.
Meng Fu supported Mr. Jiang and calmly placed her left hand on his wrist.
Her brows wrinkled slightly. When she left some time ago, the old man had recovered well. It had only been over a week since she last saw him, but he still felt very weak inside.
Think about the old man staying in the Jiang family abnormally.
Meng Fu lowered her eyes.
**
In the evening, it’s time for dinner at the Jiang family.
Except Jiang Quan, everyone else was there. Jiang Xinchen came back first. When he saw Meng Fu, he paused and said nothing. He just sat aside in silence. Jiang Xinran came back with Yu Zhenling.
Seems more silent than ever.
Seeing Meng Fu, Jiang Xinran lowered his eyes.
Because of the last incident, Yu Zhenling had been warned by Jiang Quan and Old Master Jiang, so when she saw Meng Fu, she also greeted him, "Fu'er is back?"
Meng Fu was quite indifferent and just said "hmm".
Didn't call mom.
Mr. Jiang did not remind Meng Fu either.
Yu Zhenling was too lazy to say anything.
"Mom, have a meatball," Jiang Xinran picked up a meatball for Yu Zhenling, and said, "My brother's math test results came out today, and he got 122 points."
The examination papers of No. 1 Middle School have always been abnormal. Only a few people can score above 100 points. 122 points is indeed a high score.
Hearing this, Yu Zhenling's face brightened, "Thanks to you, he never got 100 points before. Is the monthly exam results released today? What place did you get this time?"
"Total score is 622, ranking fifth in the class." Jiang Xinran replied indifferently.
She is in the Rocket Class, ranking fifth in the class, which means fifth in age. According to the previous admission list of No. 1 Middle School, Jiang Xinran will have no problem going to A University.
It is extremely rare in this circle to be admitted to University A with just the academic performance. A little earlier, Tong Eryu was admitted to University A as the top scorer in the college entrance examination.
Not to mention, Jiang Xinran is not only an excellent student, but also good at music, chess, calligraphy and painting.
"You did well in the exam." Old Master Jiang, who had been eating in silence, also glanced at Jiang Xinran and praised him.
Mr. Jiang was amiable in front of Meng Fu, but in the eyes of other people in the Jiang family, he was extremely majestic.
It's not easy to get a compliment from him. Jiang Xinran's eyes lit up when she heard the old man's words. She glanced at Meng Fu indifferently. Meng Fu still lowered her head and ate slowly, as if she didn't take it seriously.
Jiang Xinran retracted his peripheral vision, looked at Old Man Jiang, and responded crisply, "Thank you for the compliment, Grandpa. I will work hard."
**
After dinner, Meng Fu wanted to massage the old man's temples.
"Are you busy lately?" Mr. Jiang sat on the chair and let her make a fuss. "I saw on Chaohu that you are going to take on a film and television job? Don't work too hard. Health is important for young people."
The butler, who was about to serve tea, paused when he saw Meng Fu dared to make trouble for Mr. Jiang.
Then he went out as if nothing had happened and served tea to the two of them.
"It's okay," Meng Fu stood behind the old man, pressing the acupuncture points on Mr. Jiang's head. It looked like he was doing well. "I should take the play, but in the meantime, I want to go back to school."
"Study?" Mr. Jiang paused, then turned to Meng Fu, "Why... do you suddenly want to go back to study?"
After being away from school for two years, Meng Fu would definitely be out of touch if he went back to study. Not to mention other things, he might have forgotten all the knowledge he learned in junior high school.
Mr. Jiang was afraid that Meng Fu couldn't withstand the pressure.
He turned around and looked at Meng Fu, wanting to ask her if it was because of what Jiang Xinran said that night.
The words came to his lips, but he didn't ask.
He was aware of the rebelliousness and competitiveness of people of Meng Fu's age.
The butler brought a cup of tea to the two of them. Hearing what Mr. Jiang said, he couldn't help but glance at Meng Fu.
"It's not that I suddenly thought of it, it's time to go back." Meng Fu's hands moved quickly. She was still thinking about Mr. Jiang's condition, and her tone was indifferent.
She seemed determined. Mr. Jiang thought for a while and said, "Okay, I understand."
The butler on the side lowered his eyes and said nothing more.
An hour later, Meng Fu was ready to go back.
Mr. Jiang personally saw her out and sent the family driver to take her back.
Looking at Meng Fu's back, Mr. Jiang felt that his body was much lighter and his chest was not so stuffy anymore. He said in surprise: "Fu'er does have some skills. I feel much better now."
Beside him, the housekeeper supported the old man and laughed, "Old man, you are in high spirits because of the good news."
The housekeeper knew that the old man had been feeling tired recently, but he was also speechless about what the old man said. How could the old man get better just by pressing his head?
Meng Fu is not one of those old Chinese medicine practitioners in the research institute.
"What do you know?" Old Master Jiang watched the live broadcast and knew that Meng Fu had a lot of herbs in her yard and knew some medical skills. He glanced at the housekeeper and said, "When Jiang Quan comes back later, ask him to come to the study to find me."
**
Jiang Quan didn't come back until nearly eleven o'clock. He has been very busy recently.
He also looked very tired.
When he heard that the old man was looking for him, he went straight to the study, "Dad, why are you still awake so late? Looking for me?"
"Well, I feel good today, thanks to Fu'er." Old Master Jiang also felt strange. He felt that Meng Fu pressed his head and he became energetic.
Mr. Jiang went to see Jiang Quan because Meng Fu wanted to go back to school. He briefly explained what happened and then slowly said, "I thought about arranging an aristocratic school for her, where the pressure would not be so great."
Jiang Quan agreed with Meng Fu's decision to go to school.
He doesn't pay attention to Meng Fu's affairs in the entertainment industry, nor does he know whether Meng Fu is popular in the entertainment industry. He only knows that what he has in his hands is his.
For Jiang Quan, the knowledge in his hands is the most valuable.
"This is a good thing." Jiang Quan showed the only hint of joy on his face recently. He smiled and shook his head. "As long as she is willing to study, I am willing to spend as much as possible on favors. Dad, you should have a good rest. I will take care of these things. Don't wear yourself down."
While Jiang Quan was busy with the Jiang family's troubled affairs, he did not forget to call his assistant and ask him to contact the better private schools in T City.
Meng Fu had been absent from school for two years, and it was not easy for her to go back to high school.
Jiang Quan was also cautious in choosing a school. He made sure that its reputation and teaching quality had to be good. The private school he chose was no ordinary school.
The annual tuition fee plus management fee is very high.
He also wanted to find a few more tutors, as he thought Meng Fu might not be able to keep up with the progress.
Yu Zhenling, who had not slept and had been waiting for Jiang Quan to come back, heard his call.
She took off her mask, sat up from her bed, turned to Jiang Quan expressionlessly, and asked in an unsure tone: "Go to school? She finally wants to go back to high school?"
If she had heard the news two years earlier, Yu Zhenling might have been excited.
But now two years have passed and Meng Fu is in the entertainment industry again. Let alone coming back to school, Yu Zhenling is not sure whether Meng Fu really wants to go to school.
Thinking about what she said about Jiang Xinran at the dinner table tonight, Yu Zhenling continued to lean against the bedside, carefully putting the mask back on her face, and said with a fake smile: "She told Grandpa that she wanted to go back to school because she heard that Xinran got a top score in the exam, right?"
The timing was just perfect.
Jiang Quan didn't reply. He called his assistant and then called someone he knew to ask for help.
Yu Zhenling closed her eyes slightly and said nothing.
Yu Zhenling got out of bed only after Jiang Quan hung up the phone.
The mask was already applied. Yu Zhenling took it off, crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the trash can. She sat by the dressing mirror and splashed water on her face. Her face was cold and her tone was slightly sarcastic: "The Jiang family has been in enough trouble recently, and she still has to deal with this kind of thing. You can hear a sound when you throw money into the water. What's the point of you spending so much money and favors on her? Can she pass the college entrance examination for you in three years?"
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