Not to mention the top scorer in the exam, whether Meng Fu can stay in school for three years is a question.

Like Zhao Fan, Yu Zhenling took it for granted that Meng Fu said he wanted to go to school at this time, so he must start from the first year of high school.

She said that Jiang Quan had contacted Meng Fu with a private high school.

The wood was already done, and Yu Zhenling didn't say anything anymore. She slapped the water on her face and went to rest.

**

The next day.

Early in the morning, Meng Fu went to the studio to take a bunch of photos. Her lens feels very good, with no blind spots in 360 degrees, and the cover of such magazines is very fast when taking pictures.

When she finished the filming, Su Cheng was still waiting for her outside.

Seeing her, he made a waiting gesture at her.

Meng Fu changed his clothes and waited for him at the door.

During this period, another staff member of the photography team came to her for signature.

Two minutes later, Su Cheng cut off the phone and walked towards this side, his tone was cold: "Are you finished taking a photo?"

"Yes." Meng Fu signed the signature and politely handed it to the staff, and then remembered something, "I want to go back to the Jiang family first."

During the filming, she received a call from Mr. Jiang and asked her to go back.

Su Cheng pondered for a moment, "How long?"

Meng Fu touched her chin: "Let's finish lunch, probably."

"Okay." Su Cheng had never talked much, so he took the car key and sent Meng Fu to the Jiang family.

Today is Saturday, and neither Jiang Xinran nor Jiang Xinchen have any courses.

When Meng Fu arrived, it was close to mealtime, and Jiang Xinran was telling Jiang Xinchen the math test he had taken in the hall.

The first-middle school test is difficult, especially this monthly test paper. The last math question is very difficult. Even if Jiang Xinchen is only in the first year of high school, Jiang Xinran had no clue.

Yu Zhenling was arranging flowers on the side. When she saw Meng Fu, her expression was much lighter than last night. She broke the flower branches and threw them into the trash can, and her tone could be heard coldly: "They 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 became a little absent-minded. He paused for a moment, and then Jiang Xinchen couldn't concentrate when he heard Jiang Xinran's words. He pursed his lower lip and said, "Let's have dinner first, I'll ask the teacher again on Monday."

After he said that, he stood up at his own heart.

The smile on Jiang Xinran seemed to be frozen for a moment, but she didn't say anything else. She just lowered her eyebrows and smiled gently, "Okay."

The servants have served the dishes one after another.

When Mr. Jiang heard Meng Fu arrive, he got down from the building with Jiang Quan's assistant.

"Grandpa." Jiang Xinran and Jiang Xinchen stood up and greeted Mr. Jiang well.

Mr. Jiang put the crutch aside and said "Yeah", and the others were there. He had always been very majestic, "Sit down and have dinner first."

Meng Fu was still sitting next to Mr. Jiang, firmly sitting in the C position.

Seeing Meng Fu, Jiang Quan’s assistant Jiang Yu took out a piece of information from his bag and said in Old Master Jiang’s ear.

After hearing this, Mr. Jiang relaxed his eyebrows and his tone became much gentler. "Fu'er, this is the school your dad found for you. T-city International School is an international school with very good teaching staff. Do you like it or not?"

He said, handing the document to Meng Fu.

T City International School has a good reputation in T City and is considered to be the most powerful teacher among private schools, with many foreign teachers.

Meng Fu looked at the documents in Mr. Jiang's hand and didn't say anything for a long time. She mentioned to Mr. Jiang last night that the other party would find the school today.

She didn't know what to say for a moment.

Opposite, Jiang Xinran put down her chopsticks, seemed very surprised, "Sister is going back to study?"

"Well," Mr. Jiang replied to Meng Fu, and his eyes didn't look away. Seeing that Meng Fu was staring at the documents and not speaking, the old man tightened his hand with chopsticks, "Don't you like the whole school?"

"Not that." Meng Fu opened the file and slowly looked through it. She lowered her eyes, making people unable to see her expression clearly.

Mr. Jiang was very patient with Meng Fu. When he didn't smile, the folds on his face were also scary, "Why is that?"

"Just..." Meng Fu finished reading 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 I want to go to."

"Which?" Mr. Jiang always felt that Jiang Quan was serious about his work. He didn't think there was a school better than Jiang Quan chose.

As she said, the others on the table couldn't help but turn to Meng Fu.

Jiang Xinchen opened his mouth and said, "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 at all.

It would be nice to send her to Tcheng International Middle School. She doesn’t even look down on international middle school and is thinking about where to go?

When everyone was watched, Meng Fu didn't feel panic 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, the people on the dining table seemed to pause.

Not far away, the butler who brought the old man's ginseng soup could not help but pause, then turned to Meng Fu, his eyes seemed to be a little hard to describe.

Although T City itself is just a second-tier city, it has a deep cultural heritage and strong teaching skills. Not only is T University famous nationwide, but even No. 1 Middle School can compete with middle schools across the country.

No. 1 Middle School has a history of more than 100 years. The school management is strictly managed. There are limited quotas for every year. There are no students who can get into No. 1 Middle School. Those who can get into No. 1 Middle School are all top students ranked close to the top 1,000 in the provincial capital. If you want to join the class halfway, you still have no historical results at all. It is as difficult as reaching the sky.

Those who can go to school in No. 1 Middle School are all the pride of heaven.

In the silence, Jiang Xinran was the first to speak. She looked at Meng Fu and couldn't help laughing, "You haven't been to high school, maybe you don't know that there is no art class in our No. 1 Middle School. Grandpa is right, International Middle School is already very good."

Meng Fu's foundation, the Jiang family knows that they haven't touched books for two years. Whether or not they recognize math symbols is a problem. They must take the art exam. Otherwise, with general cultural scores, it will be a problem whether they can pass the ordinary undergraduate exam.

So Jiang Quan carefully selected several schools with art classes last night.

There are only Rocket Classes and Parallel Classes in No. 1 Middle School, at most, repeat students, all students with top students and good grades, so naturally they won’t worry about the school.

"Let's talk about this," Mr. Jiang knocked on the table, looked at Meng Fu, paused, and his voice slowed down slightly: "I'll discuss with your dad when I'm back tonight."

The old man said this, don’t he really want Meng Fu to get rid of No. 1 Middle School, right?

Not to mention whether there is an art class at No. 1 Middle School, if you are like Meng Fu, will No. 1 Middle School receive it even if you spend more money?

Will the Yu family help clear the relationship?

When Yu Zhenling thought of this, she felt even more irritable. However, the old man was there, so she didn't dare to say anything. She just took a few bites and went upstairs.

She called Yu Yong and pressed her eyebrows: "T City International School is also a famous private high school. She doesn't like it, so she even wants to go to No. 1 Middle School."

"There is a good person, but the master is not a good person," Yu Yong gave an evaluation after hearing this, "It is difficult to become a great person."

"I'll be relieved if she wants to be half as Xinran," Yu Zhenling shook her head, "Brother, I think our old man might have to ask his father to clear his relationship. After all, Principal Gu is not in the middle school, so only our father can say something to him. Don't agree. If she enters No. 1 Middle School and is dropped out of school in a month, the Jiang family will really become a joke."

When two children in the first middle school are in the first middle school, Yu Zhenling naturally knows the rules of No. 1 Middle School. No. 1 Middle School has a final elimination system. If the monthly exam is not up to standard, she will be forced to drop out of school.

**

Downstairs, the old man finished eating, and after hearing Meng Fu's words, he fell into deep thought.

Su Cheng was still waiting for her, but Meng Fu did not stay much and went out with the things that Jiang Quan had carefully prepared for her.

This time, Butler Jiang sent her out for the first time.

Meng Fu saw Su Cheng's car at a glance.

"Miss Meng." Seeing that Meng Fu was about to get in the car, Butler Jiang finally called her.

Meng Fu closed her coat, looked at Butler Jiang sideways and raised her eyebrows. But unexpectedly, Butler Jiang took the initiative to talk to her.

"Although international middle school is not as good as No. 1 Middle School, it is also a school carefully selected by the teacher and the others. The old man also asked a lot of people before choosing an international school," Mr. Jiang was silent for a moment and said: "Also, Miss Xinran is right. No. 1 Middle School has no art class, so it is completely meaningless for you to go to No. 1 Middle School."

Is this a beating her, telling her not to be so ambitious?

It's already very good to be able to enter international schools.

"No," Meng Fu hooked the hole in the jacket with his fingertips and glanced at Butler Jiang, "Who told you that I'm going to the art class?"

When Butler Jiang heard her words, his pupils shrank and he suddenly looked at Meng Fu: "You...what do you mean?"

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Babies haven’t received the monthly ticket red envelope!!
Chapter completed!