Don't even talk about being a champion, it is a question whether Meng Fu can honestly stay in school for three years.
Like Zhao Fan, Yu Zhenling also took it for granted that Meng Fu said that he would go to school at this time, and he must start from the first year of high school.
She said that Jiang Quan had contacted a private high school for Meng Fu.
The wood was done, and Yu Zhenling didn't say anything any more. After patting the water on her face, she went to rest.
**
The next day.
Early in the morning, Meng Fu went to the studio to take a bunch of photos. She has always had a good sense of lens, with no dead angles in 360 degrees, and the cover of this kind of magazine was taken quickly.
When she came out, Su Cheng was still outside waiting for her.
Seeing her, he made a gesture of waiting at her.
Meng Fu changed his clothes and waited for him at the door.
During , a staff member of the photography team came to her to sign.
Two minutes later, Su Cheng cut off the phone and walked toward this side, saying coolly, "Finish?"
"Yeah." Meng Fu signed the signature and handed it to the staff politely, then remembered something, "I want to go back to Jiang's house first."
When filming, she received a call from Mr. Jiang and asked her to go back.
Su Cheng pondered for a moment, "How long?"
Meng Fu stroked his chin: "After lunch, probably."
"Okay." Su Cheng has never said much. He took the car key and sent Meng Fu to Jiang's house.
Today is Saturday, and Jiang Xinran and Jiang Xinchen have no courses.
When Meng Fu arrived, approaching the meal, Jiang Xinran was in the lobby telling Jiang Xinchen the math papers he had taken.
The papers in the first grade are difficult, especially in this monthly exam. The last math problem is very difficult. Even if Jiang Xinchen is only a freshman in high school, Jiang Xinran has no clue.
Yu Zhenling was arranging flowers on the side. Seeing Meng Fu, her expression was much lighter than last night. She broke the flower branch and threw it in the trash can. Her tone was cold: "The two of them are talking about the topic, don't bother them. ."
"This question involves university knowledge..." Jiang Xinran pointed at the question with his fingertips and said slowly.
When Yu Guang saw Meng Fu coming in from the front of the hall, Jiang Xinchen was a little absent-minded. He paused, and then listened to Jiang Xinran's words. Jiang Xinchen couldn't concentrate. He pursed his lower lip: "Eat first, I'll go again on Monday. Ask the teacher."
He finished speaking and stood up for himself.
Jiang Xinran's smile seemed to freeze for a moment, but he didn't say anything, but his eyebrows drooped and he smiled softly, "Okay."
The servants have already served dishes one after another.
Old man Jiang heard that Meng Fu had arrived, and went downstairs with Jiang Quans assistant.
"Grandpa." Jiang Xinran and Jiang Xinchen stood up and greeted Old Man Jiang well.
Old man Jiang put the crutches aside and said, "Yes," and other people were there. He has always been very majestic, "Sit all, eat first."
Meng Fu still sat next to Mr. Jiang, sitting firmly in the C position.
Seeing Meng Fu, Jiang Quans assistant Jiang Yu took out a document from the bag beside him, and said something in the ear of Mr. Jiang.
After listening to this, Mr. Jiang opened his brows and his tone was mild, "Fu'er, this is the school your dad found for you. T City International School is an international school with very good teachers. Do you like it? "
As he said, he handed this document to Meng Fu.
T City International School has a good reputation in T City. It is considered to have the strongest teachers among private schools. There are many foreign teachers.
Meng Fu glanced at the documents in his hand, and did not speak for a long time. She mentioned to Mr. Jiang last night that the other party found the school today.
She didn't know what to say for a while.
On the other side, Jiang Xinran put down his chopsticks, seemingly surprised, "My sister is going back to study?"
"Well," Mr. Jiang said back for Meng Fu. He didn't look away from Meng Fu. Seeing Meng Fu had been staring at the document and not talking, the old man held his chopsticks tightly. "Don't like the whole school?"
"Neither." Meng Fu opened the file and flipped through it slowly. She lowered her eyes, making it difficult to see her expression.
Mr. Jiang is very patient with Meng Fu. When he is not smiling, the folds on his face are also scary, "Why is that?"
"Just..." Meng Fu flicked through the information of the international school, then put the information aside, turned his eyes to Mr. Jiang, and said seriously: "I already have a school that I want to go to."
"Which one?" Old man Jiang always thought that Jiang Quan was serious, and he didn't think there was a school better than Jiang Quan's choice.
Following her words, the others on the table could not help turning to Meng Fu.
Jiang Xinchen opened his mouth and said, "The International Middle School is very good. I have junior high school classmates right there."
Yu Zhenling took a deep breath, and didn't want to say anything about Meng Fu at all.
It would be nice to be able to send her to T City International Middle School. She can't even look at the International Middle School, and she still wonders where to go?
When everyone watched, Meng Fu didn't feel a little flustered. She looked at Mr. Jiang, was silent for two seconds, and gave him two words: "One in."
When the words came out, everyone at the dinner table seemed to have a pause.
Not far away, the butler who served the old man ginseng soup could not help but pause, and then turned to Meng Fu's side, his eyes seemingly difficult to express.
T City itself is only a second-tier city, but it has a deep cultural heritage and strong teaching resources. Not only is T University well-known throughout the country, even the first middle school can compete with middle schools across the country.
The First Middle School has a history of more than 100 years. The school management is strict. The number of places that can enter each year is limited. There are no students who can enter the First Middle School. Those who can enter the First Middle School are the top students who are close to the top 1,000 in the provincial capital and want to transfer midway. , There is no historical achievement at all, it is as difficult as the sky.
Those who can go to school in a middle school are the pride of heaven.
In the silence, Jiang Xinran was the first to speak. She looked at Meng Fu and couldnt help but smile, "You havent read high school. All right."
Meng Fus Dizijiang family knows that they havent touched a book for two years. Its a question of recognizing those mathematical symbols. They must take the art test. Otherwise, they can pass the general undergraduate course with their average cultural scores. It's all a problem.
So Jiang Quan carefully selected a few schools with art classes last night.
There are only Rocket classes and parallel classes in No. 1 Middle School. At most, they are repeaters. All students are top students and have good grades. Naturally, they will not worry about the school.
"Lets talk about this," Mr. Jiang knocked on the table, looked at Meng Fu, paused, and his voice slowed slightly: "Ill come back tonight to discuss with your dad."
The old man said that, doesnt he really want Meng Fu to get out of No. 1 Middle School, right?
Dont say whether there are art classes in No. 1 Middle School, just like Meng Fu, even if you spend more money, will No. 1 Middle School accept it?
Will you let Yu's family help to clear the relationship?
Yu Zhenling felt even more irritable when she thought of this, but the old man was there, she didn't dare to say anything, she just ate a few bites and went upstairs.
She called Yu Yong and pressed her eyebrows: "T City International School is also a well-known private high school. She doesn't like it, so she wants to go to No. 1 Middle School."
"The eyes are good and the hands are low," Yu Yong finished listening and gave an evaluation, "It's hard to become a master."
"She must be half-hearted, and I'm relieved," Yu Zhenling shook her head, "Brother, I think our father may find his father to clear up the relationship. After all, Principal Gu can't make money, only our father can tell him. In the last sentence, dont agree to it. If she enters a middle school and is dropped out of school within a month, the Jiang family will really become a joke."
With two children in the first middle school, Yu Zhenling naturally knows the rules of the first middle school. The first middle school has a final elimination system. In the monthly examination, if the results do not meet the standard, they will be forced to drop out.
**
Downstairs, the old man had finished eating too. After listening to Meng Fu's words, he was lost in thought.
Su Cheng was still waiting for her, Meng Fu didn't stay too much, and went out with the things Jiang Quan had prepared for her.
This time, steward Jiang sent her out of the door for an unprecedentedly unprecedented rate.
Meng Fu saw Su Chengs car at a glance.
"Miss Meng." Seeing Meng Fu was about to get in the car, the housekeeper Jiang finally stopped her.
Meng brushed his coat, looked sideways at Steward Jiang, raised her eyebrows, but unexpectedly Steward Jiang took the initiative to speak to her.
"Although the international middle school is not a good one, it is also a school carefully selected by the husband and the others. The father also asked a lot of people before choosing an international school," the steward Jiang was silent for a moment and said: "Also, Miss Xin Ran said That's right, there is no art class in No. 1 Middle School, and it makes no sense for you to go to No. 1 Middle School."
Is this beating her to prevent her from being so high?
Its good to be able to enter an international school.
"No," Meng Fu grabbed the button of his coat with his fingertips, and glanced at Butler Jiang, "Who told you that I was going to the art class?"
Butler Jiang heard her words, his pupils shrank, and he suddenly looked at Meng Fu, "You...what do you mean?"