The housekeeper stared at Meng Fu closely, observing her expression carefully.
However, Meng Fu had already put on her sunglasses, blocking the light in her eyes. She didn't look back at Butler Jiang, but turned around and walked towards the car.
The housekeeper still stood there, staring at Meng Fu's back, his eyes flickering.
If she doesn’t go to the art class, could it be possible... could it be possible that she can really go to the parallel class in No. 1 Middle School?
But the housekeeper quickly denied it. She didn't continue her studies even though she had such a good opportunity two years ago. Now she has some fame in the entertainment industry. According to the art bonus, she can still get into T University even if her college entrance examination results are not good. How could she give up her identity as an art student?
A lot of fragmented thoughts flashed through the housekeeper's mind, but in the end he could only look at Meng Fu's back, unable to recover for a long time.
He turned around and walked back, and happened to meet Yu Zhenling who was going out.
"Madam, Miss Meng..." Butler Jiang opened his mouth.
Yu Zhenling looked at him in surprise, "What happened to her?"
"Nothing." He wanted to talk to Yu Zhenling about Meng Fu, but when the words came to his lips, he didn't know what to say and continued to remain silent.
...
...
Yu Zhenling looked at Butler Jiang and didn't ask any further questions. If it was about Jiang Xinran or Jiang Xinchen, she would definitely ask more questions, but forget it about Meng Fu.
**
Here, Meng Fu arrived at the car at the intersection.
Zhao Fan had already gotten out of the car and opened the back door for her. He raised his chin thoughtfully towards the front door of the Jiang family and asked, "Was that housekeeper Jiang just now?"
Because of what happened at the art exhibition last time, Zhao Fan remembered Butler Jiang and didn't have a very good impression of him.
Meng Fu got in the car, and sat in the car without any manners, looking lazy, and said "hmm".
"Tsk, he actually sent you so far away. I didn't realize that." Zhao Fan was not very clear about the Jiang family's affairs, so he followed Meng Fu into the car.
Meng Fu took out her cell phone, opened WeChat, and searched for an account.
Just send a message.
Here, Jiang Quan's assistant Jiang Yong had already driven back to Jiang Corporation, and the front desk clerk was greeting him warmly.
The phone in his pocket rang. Jiang Yong thought it was work, so he quickly took it out and saw a message popped up on WeChat:
[Assistant Jiang, is my dad okay these days? 】
Name: Meng Fu.
Seeing this sentence, Jiang Yong’s first reaction was, when did he add Miss Meng? ?
Of course, Jiang Yong didn't have time to think about these things at this moment. Meng Fu's words were quite standard, but Jiang Yong could feel how the other party asked him in a serious tone through the screen.
He quickly replied: "Miss, everything is fine, don't worry." 】
Meng Fu held the phone and typed a sentence slowly -
【Remember to call me if you have any questions.】 】
Even though they were separated by a phone, Jiang Yong's attitude while typing was respectful. His daughter was a die-hard fan of Meng Fu, so Jiang Yong was also particularly respectful to Meng Fu.
Hearing Meng Fu say this, he also responded very respectfully——
[I understand, miss.] 】
This was the reply, but Jiang Yong had no intention of telling Meng Fu. He knew Meng Fu was from the entertainment industry, and she had hardly integrated into the T City circle. Even if he told her about the Jiang family, it would be useless and would only make her worry.
After a pause, Jiang Yong added cautiously:
[Miss, when did I add you? 】
Jiang Yong pressed the elevator button while feeling strange. Could it be that his memory was wrong? When had he added Meng Fu before?
Otherwise, why would the other party suddenly appear on his WeChat list?
In the car, Meng Fu held her phone and typed without changing her expression: [Assistant Jiang, please don't stay up late at night. It's bad for your memory. 】
Su Cheng was driving in the front. He was always a very steady driver, always keeping the speed constant, neither fast nor slow.
"Brother Cheng, where are we going?" Zhao Fan looked at the road and couldn't help but ask Su Cheng.
Meng Fu lowered her head, her fingertips casually touching the phone, as if she was talking to someone. Zhao Fan did not disturb her and continued chatting with Su Cheng.
"You'll know when we get there." Su Cheng turned the steering wheel. In the rearview mirror, he could see his dark and calm eyes.
This was so mysterious that Zhao Fan was confused and didn't ask any more questions.
After a while, the route became more and more familiar. Zhao Fan turned to Meng Fu and said, "Isn't this the way to your rental house? Are we going back now?"
Two minutes later, the car passed the residential area where Meng Fu lived and continued to drive forward.
Besides the residential area, there is a school here.
Zhao Fan finally thought of a possibility at this time. She paused, then pointed her finger out of the car window. She could almost hear her own stiff voice: "Don't tell me, are we going to No. 1 Middle School?"
As soon as she finished speaking, the car stopped with a "swish".
Zhao Fan slowly raised his head and was able to see the four majestic characters "T City No. 1 Middle School" on the ancient gate of the middle school.
Su Di, who had been waiting at the school gate, saw the car approaching and came over. He opened the back door and saw Zhao Fan stiffly sitting in the back seat. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Sister Fan?"
Zhao Fan wiped his face and then got out of the car with his hands and feet together.
As the wind blew outside, she sobered up a little, and then she turned her gaze to Meng Fu. Thinking of what Meng Fu had said yesterday about going to school, a terrible idea came to her mind -
Damn it, she doesn’t want to come to No. 1 Middle School, does she?
Meng Fu got off the car from the other side. She held down the brim of her hat and looked up at the sign of No. 1 Middle School. She stared at it for a while before walking inside.
**
Today is Saturday and there are not many people in No. 1 Middle School.
In the administrative building, the principal of No. 1 Middle School, Principal Gu, had been waiting in his office long ago. He had a stern face and was holding a teacup, waiting by the office window.
Finally there was a knock on the door.
Principal Gu put down his teacup and looked towards the door: "Come in."
Su Di pushed open the door and let Su Cheng and Meng Fu go in first.
Principal Gu turned his gaze to Su Cheng, "Mr. Su, please take a seat."
He asked the teaching assistant in the office to pour tea for Su Cheng and the others, then turned his eyes to Meng Fu and smiled, "This must be Meng, the student who will soon join our No. 1 Middle School."
Meng Fu greeted Principal Gu politely.
It seems that Meng Fu is really going to enter No. 1 Middle School. Zhao Fan, who was following behind Meng Fu, wiped his face and said, "Okay, as expected, Brother Cheng is worthy of being Brother Cheng. He can find a way to enter such a big No. 1 Middle School."
"It's in Class 12 of Grade 1..." Principal Gu asked the teaching assistant to show Su Cheng the information about Class 12.
Meng Fu listened very carefully at the beginning, and after hearing the latter part, she finally raised her hand and said, "Sorry to bother you."
Suddenly, everyone in the office turned their eyes to Meng Fu.
Meng Fu touched his nose and said politely, "Well, I'm not in the first year of high school."
Not studying in the first year of high school?
Su Di looked at Meng Fu in surprise. If not the first year of high school, then what to study? He knew that Meng Fu had not set foot on campus since he finished the high school entrance examination, so when they communicated last night, he was talking about the first year of high school in No. 1 Middle School.
Beside Meng Fu, Zhao Fan couldn't help but look up at Meng Fu. This feeling came again -
Is this ancestor going to do anything outrageous again?
"Then which grade do you want to study in?" Principal Gu looked at Meng Fu and said in a deep voice, "Third grade?"
"It's senior year." Meng Fu supported the table with his hands and shook his head.
Zhao Fan beside her: "..."
You jumped two levels in a row. You are worthy of being called Meng Zuzong.
Su Di: “…”
He also never expected this. He originally thought it was shocking enough that Meng Fu was coming to No. 1 Middle School.
Principal Gu thought Meng Fu was going to be in the third year of junior high school, but when he heard her words, his face darkened.
Last night, Principal Gu received a piece of information from the Chen family.
It is said that a student will transfer to No. 1 Middle School midway.
Meng Fu's resume clearly states that he dropped out of school two years ago and has been hanging around in the entertainment industry for the past two years. I heard that he needed a degree, so he came to school.
She hadn't been to campus for two years, and Principal Gu had made concessions when he asked her to come to No. 1 Middle School to study in the first year of high school. Who would have thought that she would now say with certainty that she wanted to be in the third year of high school.
Principal Gu turned his gaze towards Su Cheng. Su Cheng was still sitting in the chair with a calm demeanor. He sat upright, drinking tea with his eyes lowered, making it impossible to tell his expression.
"Meng, we allowed you to enter the first grade because your grades two years ago were pretty good," Principal Gu took a deep breath and explained to Meng Fu, "You have to know that our No. 1 Middle School is not an ordinary school. Whether it's the weekly or monthly exams, the test questions are all A+ level difficult. It's a stretch for you to enter the first grade, and you skipped two grades. By the third year of high school, you can't even understand the questions."
Principal Gu said this calmly, but one could already tell that he was a little angry.
Principal Gu has never seen anyone skipping grades in high school. Generally, most students skip grades in elementary school. The knowledge in high school is complicated, and the school has a plan for what to learn each year. What each grade in No. 1 Middle School learns is not just textbook knowledge, there are many extensions.
Hearing Meng Fu casually say that she wanted to skip a grade, Principal Gu really thought that she didn't really want to study here.
It was the first time that Zhao Fan had met an intellectual like Principal Gu. Hearing Principal Gu's slightly angry tone, cold sweat began to break out on her back again, and then she looked at Su Cheng.
Su Cheng finally put down his teacup at this time. He tapped the table with his fingertips. After a while, he looked at Meng Fu and said, "Did you hear Principal Gu's concerns?"
Meng Fu nodded and spoke with his eyes open: "I know what you mean, Principal Gu, but I finished my first and second year of high school by myself, so I took two years off. I can definitely keep up with the third year courses in No. 1 Middle School, so you don't have to worry."
No one knows better than Zhao Fan what Meng Fu has done in the past two years.
In the past two years, she has either been taking on strange variety show invitations or participating in talent shows. Otherwise, she wouldn't have accumulated so many black fans. How could she have seriously studied the content of her first and second year of high school?
After hearing what Meng Fu said, Zhao Fan wanted to take her out directly and told her to stop talking nonsense. Could she really deceive the principal of No. 1 Middle School?
But she couldn't control Meng Fu. Zhao Fan just looked at Su Cheng for help, but saw that Su Cheng did not stop Meng Fu.
Principal Gu was such a calm person, but when he heard Meng Fu's words, he was also amused. "You have completely taught yourself all the courses for the first and second year of high school? Can you still keep up with the progress of No. 1 Middle School?"
Meng Fu had no idea how to write the word "self-deprecation". She nodded: "That's right."
"Okay," Principal Gu nodded. He searched around on the desk and took out an IMO competition book. He flipped to a page and handed it to Meng Fu. "This is the tutorial book for their IMO competition this year."
Principal Gu pointed to one of the questions and said, "I'll give you twenty minutes. Solve it for me."
Mathematics competitions generally begin with training in the first year of high school, and students participate in them in the second year of high school. The topics covered are very broad. No. 1 Middle School has always attached great importance to these competitions, and these tutorial books are also extremely difficult.
Not to mention Meng Fu, even the students in the rocket class in the second year of high school might not be able to do it.
When Zhao Fan heard Principal Gu take out the competition questions, he knew that the other party was serious. He couldn't help but cover his face with his hands, unable to bear to look at Meng Fu again.
Meng Fu was very calm. She took the book and took a look. It was a proof question. She asked politely, "Can you give me a piece of paper and a pen?"
She really wanted to write. Principal Gu didn't say anything and signaled the teaching assistant to get paper and pen for Meng Fu.
After Meng Fu got the paper and pen, she looked at the questions again. The competition preparation book of No. 1 Middle School was of a fairly good standard. The question setter covered a wide range of topics, including differential equations.
As expected of a century-old No. 1 Middle School, Meng Fu wrote the word "certificate" and sighed in his heart.
As she thought about it, she started writing on the paper.
It took less than a minute from the time she saw the question to the time she put her handwriting on it. This proof question was very long and included an ellipse diagram. Most people wouldn’t even be able to finish reading the question in this amount of time, right?
Beside her, Su Di and Zhao Fan were watching her write the certificate.
Zhao Fan felt a little embarrassed for Meng Fu, but he saw that she continued writing smoothly.
These two people even forgot what the formula for an ellipse was, so how could they remember anything else? Naturally, they couldn't understand what Meng Fu wrote.
There are also a bunch of formulas and special symbols.
Zhao Fan was silent for a moment, then whispered, "It, it seems quite like that?"
Su Di seemed to be thinking about something and did not answer Zhao Fan.
On the other side, Principal Gu and Su Cheng were chatting casually, mostly Su Cheng asking Principal Gu about the school's environmental problems.
Ten minutes later.
Meng Fu wrote the last word, looked at Principal Gu who was talking to Su Cheng, and put the pen on the table: "Principal Gu, I have finished writing the certificate."
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