Followers: 102
Followers: 14589657
Weibo: 5
Five of the Weibo posts were automatically posted by the birthday system, and one was from the membership registration system.
Meng Fu remembered that when she came back last year, the female reporter only had a few hundred thousand fans. Although there were zombie fans bought by the Go Club, these more than 10 million fans could still be compared with the popular second-tier stars.
"How many days do you plan to stay this time?" Teacher Ge asked when he saw her checking her account.
"I'm leaving soon," Meng Fu looked away and looked at the endgame, "I'm going to shoot a new movie."
Teacher Ge was stunned. "So fast?"
"Well," Meng Fu nodded and stared at the chessboard, "Teacher Ge, how many moves can you make at most?"
"Two steps," Teacher Ge took the chess pieces and placed them on the chessboard. "It's hard to move at this point. No matter which step you take, it's a dead end. Look, this endgame has transformed into another form of game..."
...
...
The two were discussing the chess game downstairs.
upstairs.
Su Chengzheng hung up the video conference and just stood up when the phone on the table rang. He glanced over casually and saw a note from Yang Hua, so he straightened his expression.
He picked it up, walked to the window, and lowered his eyelashes: "Auntie?"
Su Cheng's handling of various matters made people feel very comfortable. Yang Hua didn't know why she had no alienation with him. After hearing Su Cheng's voice, she paused and said, "I have a friend. When she was nine years old, her parents divorced. She went to look for her brother and waited at the train station for her brother to pick her up. She waited for a whole night but didn't see her brother. Instead, she saw a gang of human traffickers..."
Yang Hua was talking and Su Cheng didn't interrupt her, just listened quietly.
"Now, her brother has found her, thirty years later." Yang Hua's voice sounded very calm, as if she was mumbling to herself, "Thirty years have passed, what's the use... Do you think she should forgive her brother?"
Having said that, she stopped talking.
Su Cheng said patiently, "Auntie, your friend may need an answer. She wants to know why her brother didn't pick her up at that time."
Su Cheng smiled and said, "If you need any help, just tell me. If you are undecided, you can ask Meng, or you can leave there for a while, avoid them, and think it over carefully."
Yang Hua: "How many times have I told you, that's my friend."
Su Cheng was not annoyed, "I mean, let your friend stay away for a while and come back when he calms down. By then, he will have thought things through clearly."
Yang Hua was somewhat satisfied, "What you said makes sense."
On the other end of the phone, Yang Hua hung up the call and looked out to the yard. After thinking for a while, she sent a voice message to Mr. Jiang.
[Grandpa, I will bring some local specialties to see you tomorrow. 】
Mr. Jiang immediately replied with an emoticon of Meng Fu.
**
Teacher Ge came to see Meng Fu this time mainly for two matters: the association and the endgame.
After finishing his meal, he hurried back to the Go club with his chessboard and chess pieces, and re-set up the game he had played with Meng Fu.
Meng Fu went back upstairs to practice the painting that she was going to teach Teacher Yan every day.
There was a doorbell ringing outside the door.
Su Di went outside and saw that it was a courier who rang the doorbell. "Hello, this is the delivery for classmate Meng."
The courier checked the order number, asked Su Di to sign, and then handed the package directly to Su Di.
Su Di took the package, closed the door, and returned to the hall. Seeing Su Cheng coming down from upstairs with a cup, he handed the package to him directly: "It's from Miss Meng."
"Give it to me." Su Cheng walked down slowly, holding the express in one hand and pouring himself a glass of water with the other.
He took the express and went upstairs to knock on Meng Fu's door.
upstairs.
Meng Fu had just finished drawing today's connection and sent the picture to Yan Langfeng.
Then I clicked on the messages between Professor Galton and Meng Xun. Galton and Meng Fu had a different time zone, so they mostly left messages to each other. At this time, Professor Galton reminded Meng Fu that she needed to write an academic report.
After all, Meng Fu is registered at Zhou University. Zhou University is different from Peking University. It is a completely open learning institution. No matter whether one is in the research base or not, one needs to submit a paper every quarter. The paper quality is still graded from E to S.
Meng Fu clicked on Meng Xun's message again, which was a complicated calculus problem.
There was a knock on the door outside. Meng Fu didn't turn around. She just leaned back on her chair and slumped down in it. She said weakly, "Come in."
Su Cheng came in with a package and glanced at it, "What's wrong?"
Meng Fu reached out to take the express and said lazily, "There are a lot of things to do." At this point, she remembered something and looked up at Su Cheng, put the phone in his hand, then stood up and let Su Cheng sit in her chair: "Brother Cheng, do you know how to do these two questions?"
In the later period of Meng Fu's senior year in high school, most of the papers were done by Su Cheng.
Otherwise, she might not have enough time to cope with filming and painting every day.
Su Cheng sat down on the chair and looked down at the page on his mobile phone. It was the math problem that Meng Xun had just sent him.
Meng Fu handed the pen to Su Cheng again, took a notebook for him, and sat down on the desk, lowering her head to open the express delivery.
Su Cheng looked at her, then lowered his head to look at the notebook, sighed, and then helplessly put the cup on the table, "Is it Jiang Xinchen again?"
"It's Ah Xun." Meng Fu opened the express box, which contained a bunch of spices. She smiled and her voice became much lighter.
There is no difference. Su Cheng picked up the pen and looked at the question.
The questions are quite profound. After all, they are math questions from the Department of Engineering at the University of Tokyo. The first midterm exam is meant to give freshmen a wake-up call. The exercises are also quite difficult and require a lot of calculations.
Su Cheng looked at it for a while, then picked up his pen to write.
About twenty minutes later, he finished the first question and started on the second one.
Seeing that he didn't need his phone to look at the questions, Meng Fu took out his phone and sent a message to the village chief -
[Or is it the concentration incense?] 】
The village chief was a little reserved: [Yeah. 】
About two minutes later, he finally couldn't help it and couldn't wait to call Meng Fu. Seeing that Su Cheng was still writing the questions, Meng Fu took the phone and went outside.
The village chief didn't know much about Yang Hua, but when he heard Yang Lai's name, he guessed most of it.
This was the first time Meng Fu heard about these things; Yang Hua had never mentioned them to her.
After listening to the village chief's retelling, Meng Fu leaned against the door frame, looking at the page on her phone, frowning slightly.
She returned to the room with her phone and gently opened the door. Su Cheng had already finished the test paper and was looking at her with a raised eyebrow: "Meng, don't you think..."
Too good for those two?
Meng Fu held the water cup and handed it to Su Cheng respectfully: "Brother Cheng, you go ahead."
The temperature in the villa was not low. Meng Fu was wearing home clothes and a long coat casually put on. Su Cheng's eyes moved to her face and pursed his lips, "Nothing."
He took the cup, lowered his eyes and took a sip.
Su Cheng was originally a very polite person. He had never thought that he would help Meng Fu to cheat the teacher on the test paper.
**
The next day, T City.
Jiang Xinran had finally taken a leave of absence and was having dinner with his high school classmates.
She lived in the Jiang family at that time, and Yu Zhenling even bought her a villa near the school. Almost everyone in No. 1 Middle School knew that Jiang Xinran was the daughter of a famous family and her family was very wealthy.
At that time, Jiang Xinran often invited classmates to her villa for parties, and everyone in the class knew that she was generous and a wealthy woman.
"So, Xinran, you came back to inherit the property?" A girl was very envious after hearing Jiang Xinran's words, "It really is the life of a rich person."
Judging from Jiang Xinran’s behavior in class at that time, you could tell that the property she inherited was not ordinary.
property?
Despite their reputation, the Yu family doesn't actually have much money. The pocket money they give Jiang Xinran every month is less than 20,000 yuan, which is not even enough to buy her a bag.
The Jiang family is the truly wealthy one, but this time, Jiang Xinran only got 10 million, which, after deducting taxes, is not enough to buy a house in downtown Beijing.
There was a cold look in Jiang Xinran's eyes. She regretted that she did not stop Yu Zhenling from divorcing Jiang Quan.
Thinking of this, she still smiled and said, "I'll treat you to dinner this time."
"She is worthy of being a rich woman!" Everyone in the class gave Jiang Xinran a thumbs up.
Jiang Xinran looked calm and composed. After finishing his meal and singing a song, Jiang Xinran was escorted to the counter to swipe his card, and then walked out the door with a group of people.
There is a bus stop opposite the hotel.
Jiang Xinran smiled and said goodbye to his classmates, "My driver will pick me up later. If you want to go the same way, you can come with me."
The girl who had been trying to curry favor with her before quickly hugged Jiang Xinran's arm and sent the other students to the bus stop.
The bus on the opposite side slowly drove over and stopped.
Jiang Xinran looked up and watched several classmates get on the bus through the front door.
Suddenly, I saw a middle-aged woman in a floral shirt getting out of the car from the back door. Her skin was not very white, but wheat-colored. The floral shirt made her look energetic, and she was holding a white snakeskin bag in her hand.
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