Not to mention getting the top score in the imperial examination, it is even a question whether Meng Fu can stay in school for the full three years.
Like Zhao Fan, Yu Zhenling also took it for granted that if Meng Fu said he wanted to go to school at this time, he must start from the first year of high school.
Although she said that, Jiang Quan had already contacted a private high school for Meng Fu.
The matter was done, and Yu Zhenling said nothing more. After splashing water on her face, she went to rest.
**
The next day.
Meng Fu went to the studio early in the morning to take a bunch of photos. She has always had a good sense of the camera and can take 360-degree photos without blind spots. It is very fast for her to take photos for magazine covers like this.
When she finished filming and came out, Su Cheng was still waiting for her outside.
Seeing her, he made a waiting gesture to her.
Meng Fu changed her clothes and waited for him at the door.
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During this time, a staff member from the photography crew came to her and asked for her autograph.
Two minutes later, Su Cheng hung up the phone and walked towards this side, saying in a cold tone: "Are you done with the filming?"
"Yes." Meng Fu signed and handed it to the staff politely, then remembered something, "I have to go back to the Jiang family first."
During the filming, she received a call from Mr. Jiang, asking her to go back.
Su Cheng hesitated for a moment, "How long?"
Meng Fu touched his chin: "After lunch, probably."
"Okay." Su Cheng was never a talkative person. 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, it was almost time for dinner, and Jiang Xinran was explaining the math test he had taken to Jiang Xinchen in the hall.
The papers of No. 1 Middle School were difficult, especially this month's monthly exam. The last math question was extremely difficult. Even though Jiang Xinchen was only a freshman in high school, Jiang Xinran had no idea how to answer it.
Yu Zhenling was arranging flowers on the side. When she saw Meng Fu, her expression became much calmer than last night. She broke the flower branches and threw them into the trash can. Her tone was cold: "They are discussing the topic. Don't disturb them."
"This question involves university knowledge..." Jiang Xinran pointed at the question and said slowly.
Jiang Xinchen became a little absent-minded when he saw Meng Fu coming in from the front of the hall. He paused for a moment, and couldn't concentrate on what Jiang Xinran said. He pursed his lips and said, "Let's eat first. I'll ask the teacher on Monday."
After he finished speaking, he stood up on his own.
The smile on Jiang Xinran's face seemed to freeze for a moment, but he didn't say anything else. He just lowered his eyebrows and smiled gently, "Okay."
The servants have already served the dishes.
When Mr. Jiang heard that Meng Fu had arrived, he came down from upstairs with Jiang Quan's assistant.
"Grandpa." Jiang Xinran and Jiang Xinchen both stood up and greeted Grandpa Jiang obediently.
Mr. Jiang put his cane aside and said, "Hmm." There were other people around, and he was always very dignified. "Everyone, sit down and eat first."
Meng Fu still sat next to Mr. Jiang, firmly in the C position.
Seeing Meng Fu, Jiang Quan's assistant Jiang Yu took out a document from the bag beside him and whispered something in Mr. Jiang's ear.
After listening to this, Mr. Jiang's brows relaxed and his tone became much gentler. "Fu'er, this is the school your father found for you, T City International School. It's an international school with very good teachers. See if you like it."
As he spoke, he handed the document to Meng Fu.
T City International School has a good reputation in T City. It is considered to have the strongest faculty among private schools, with many foreign teachers.
Meng Fu glanced at the documents in Mr. Jiang's hand and didn't say anything for a long time. She had mentioned this to Mr. Jiang last night, and he had found a school today.
She didn't know what to say for a moment.
Across from him, Jiang Xinran put down his chopsticks and seemed very surprised, "Sister is going back to school?"
"Yeah," Mr. Jiang replied for Meng Fu, without moving his eyes away from Meng Fu. Seeing that Meng Fu had been staring at the documents without saying anything, the old man tightened his grip on the chopsticks, "Don't you like the whole school?"
"Not really." Meng Fu opened the document and slowly flipped through it. She lowered her eyes, making it impossible to see her expression.
Mr. Jiang was very patient with Meng Fu. Even when he wasn't smiling, the wrinkles on his face were frightening. "Why is that?"
"Just..." Meng Fu flipped through the information on international schools, then put it aside, turned her eyes to Mr. Jiang, and said seriously: "I already have a school I want to go to."
"Which one?" Old Master Jiang always felt that Jiang Quan was serious about his work, and he didn't think there was any school better than the one Jiang Quan chose.
Following her words, the others at the table couldn't help but turn to Meng Fu.
Jiang Xinchen opened his mouth and said, "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 about Meng Fu anymore.
It would be good enough to send her to T City International Middle School. She doesn't even like international middle schools, so where else can she go?
Being watched by everyone, Meng Fu didn't feel panicked at all. She looked at Mr. Jiang, was silent for two seconds, and gave him two words: "No. 1 Middle School."
As soon as these two words came out, everyone at the dinner table seemed to pause.
Even the housekeeper who was serving ginseng soup to the old man not far away paused, then turned to Meng Fu, his eyes seemed to be indescribable.
Although T City itself is only a second-tier city, it has a profound cultural heritage and strong teaching resources. Not only is T University nationally renowned, but even No. 1 Middle School can compete with other middle schools in the country.
No. 1 Middle School has a history of more than 100 years. The school management is strict. The number of places available each year is limited, and there are no transfer students. Those who can enter No. 1 Middle School are all top students ranked close to the top 1,000 in the provincial capital. If you want to transfer in the middle of the year and have no historical records, it is as difficult as climbing to the sky.
Those who can study in No. 1 Middle School are all gifted children.
In the silence, Jiang Xinran spoke first. She looked at Meng Fu and couldn't help laughing. "You haven't been to high school, so you may not know that we don't have an art class in No. 1 Middle School. Grandpa is right. International Middle School is already very good."
The Jiang family all knew Meng Fu's background. She hadn't touched a book for two years, and it was a problem whether she could recognize those mathematical symbols. She must take the art examination. Otherwise, with her average academic performance, it would be a problem whether she could even be admitted to an ordinary undergraduate program.
So Jiang Quan carefully selected several schools that have art classes last night.
There are only rocket classes and parallel classes in No. 1 Middle School, and at most there are repeaters. All of them are top students with good grades, so naturally they don’t worry about school.
"Let's talk about this later." Mr. Jiang knocked on the table, looked at Meng Fu, paused, and slowed down his voice slightly: "I will discuss it with your father when I come back in the evening."
The old man said this, doesn't he really want Meng Fu to go to No. 1 Middle School?
Not to mention whether No. 1 Middle School has an art class, for someone like Meng Fu, would No. 1 Middle School accept her even if she spent a lot of money?
At that time, won’t you ask Yu’s family to help smooth things over?
When Yu Zhenling thought of this, she felt even more annoyed, but since the old man was there, she didn't dare say anything. She just ate a few bites and went upstairs.
She called Yu Yong and pressed her forehead: "T City International School is also a famous private high school. She doesn't like it and wants to go to No. 1 Middle School."
"High aspirations but low skills," Yu Yong commented after listening to the conversation, "It's hard for him to achieve great things."
"If she is half as good as Xinran, I will feel relieved," Yu Zhenling shook her head. "Brother, I think our old man may have to ask dad to smooth things over. After all, Principal Gu is adamant and only dad can talk to him. Don't agree to it. If she enters No. 1 Middle School and is expelled in one month, the Jiang family will really become a joke."
Since there are two children in her family who are studying in No. 1 Middle School, Yu Zhenling naturally knows the rules of the school. The school has a last-place elimination system, and students who do not meet the standards in the monthly exams will be forced to drop out.
**
Downstairs, the old man had also finished eating. After listening to Meng Fu's words, he fell into deep thought.
Su Cheng was still waiting for her, so Meng Fu didn't stay long and went out with the things Jiang Quan had carefully prepared for her.
This time, Butler Jiang sent her out the door for the first time.
Meng Fu saw Su Cheng's car at a glance.
"Miss Meng." Seeing Meng Fu about to get in the car, Butler Jiang finally called her.
Meng Fu gathered her coat, turned sideways to look at Butler Jiang, raised her eyebrows, and was surprised that Butler Jiang actually took the initiative to talk to her.
"Although the International Middle School is not as good as No. 1 Middle School, it is also the school carefully selected by the master and his family. The old man also asked people to do a lot of research before choosing the International School." Butler Jiang was silent for a moment and said, "Also, Miss Xinran is right. There is no art class in No. 1 Middle School. There is no point for you to go there."
Is this a warning to her, telling her not to be so ambitious?
It is already great to be able to enter an international school.
"No," Meng Fu hooked her fingertips on the opening of her coat and glanced at Butler Jiang, "Who told you I'm going to the art class?"
When Butler Jiang heard her words, his pupils shrank and he looked at Meng Fu suddenly: "You...what do you mean by this?"
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