There are eighteen classes in the third grade of the No. 1 Middle School, seventeen ordinary classes, and one Rocket class.

Jiang Xinran is in the Rockets class.

No. 1 Middle School will conduct monthly exams every month. Jiang Xinran participated in the Youth Competition of the Painting Association this month. If she got this ranking, she would also add points to the college entrance examination. However, she wasted too much time this month and didn’t write the questions for the intensive class she wanted. She will take the exam this week. Before the exam, she remembered that Meng Fu was also in No. 1 Middle School, so she asked someone to ask which class she was in.

Who knew that when asked, I found that Meng Fu was not in one of the seventeen ordinary classes.

As for the Rockets...

Jiang Xinran had never considered it. Students from No. 1 Middle School, especially those in Rocket Class, naturally knew who the Rocket Class teacher was.

Zhou Jin, a person from the Department of Mathematics Research, University of A has invited him to be an honorary professor in the Department of Mathematics of University of A, but he refused. He has not left at No. 1 Middle School and only occasionally gives a speech.

Everyone in No. 1 Middle School knows that Zhou Jin mainly aims to lead the students in the competition class, and some people guess that Zhou Jin is aiming for this year's intensive class.

The special recruitment quota of the University of China is indeed much more challenging than the struggle at University of China.

"Have you heard her name?" Yu Zhenling subconsciously looked at Mr. Jiang.

Jiang Xinran and Jiang Xinchen were both in No. 1 Middle School, so she naturally knew that Meng Fu's name was not included in the 38th class and 17th class. The result was obvious that Meng Fu was not at No. 1 Middle School at all.

Yu Zhenling was not surprised at all. Last time Meng Fu said that she could enter No. 1 Middle School, she felt that there was something wrong with her.

On the stairs, Mr. Jiang pursed his lips. He didn't express his opinion, but only looked at Yu Zhenling, "Jiang Yu won't lie."

It looks like the expression has not changed much.

Then poke the crutches upstairs.

The layout of the Jiang family in T City has changed significantly this week. Listening to the old man, Jiang Xinran just glanced his hair behind his ears, and the smile on his face could not be maintained.

"It's okay, you go back and take a shower first. You're tired these days." Yu Zhenling lowered her eyes and asked Jiang Xinran to go back to her room to sleep.

Jiang Xinran lowered her head and went upstairs.

Downstairs, Yu Zhenling looked at the old man's back as he left, and called Yu Yong with her cell phone.

Telled about what happened tonight.

On the other end of the phone, Yu Yong, who was discussing with Mr. Yu, paused for a moment. He stood up from the chair, "She refused the invitation from the Tong family? Even if she couldn't enter, it would be rare to use it to enter Beijing. Didn't you persuade her?"

The capital is the hub center. No family does not want to enter the capital. Entering the center of power is the ultimate goal of each family.

With so many families in T City, the Chu family settled in the capital and became a hidden family. On the same level as the city lord of T City, the Tong family is the next Chu family.

Because of the Incense Association, many people in T City are optimistic about the Jiang family, but even if they are optimistic about the final development, they will only be T City again. If Meng Fu takes this opportunity to enter the perfume industry, the Jiang family will be one step closer to the Beijing hub.

"No," Yu Zhenling shook her head directly, "He is the most doting of Meng Fu in the entire Jiang family."

Yu Yong was silent for a moment, "You old man... are indeed old."

Not as decisive as before.

"Xinran preliminary results will come out tomorrow

"And Xinchen..." Yu Yong mentioned Jiang Xinchen and was very surprised, "I heard that he was following his brother-in-law?"

Speaking of Jiang Xinchen, Yu Zhenling smiled on her face: "Well, I asked Mr. Jiang. Although this child's grades are not as good as Xinran, he is more sensitive than his father in finance. Even the old man has valued him more recently and is still in the company with his father."

"He has a bit of an old man's demeanor," Yu Yong was surprised, "I didn't notice it before."

In the past, the Yu family was centered on Jiang Xinran.

Yu Zhenling nodded, "I was also surprised, but he has been in the company recently, and his math grades have always been poor. I will tell Xinran a little later and let her see if he needs tutoring."

"You can do it as you please. As for Meng Fu," Yu Yong didn't know the news inside the Jiang family, but Meng Fu's last time solving MS did make him care. "She has been back for two years. You should also hold a banquet for her and find a chance to bring her to the Yu family for a meal. The old man hasn't seen her seriously yet."

"And you, she had a lot of friction with us before, and there was no big grudge between mother and daughter. Please contact her more."

Two years after Meng Fu returned, Jiang Quan had said before that he had held a marriage recognition banquet for her, but Yu Zhenling changed the subject.

It has been more than two years since the Yu family has been pretending that this has not happened.

In the past two years, Meng Fu has never seen anything like the Yu family's door.

This time Yu Yong said this, Yu Zhenling paused for a while, and then she said, "Okay, I'll find an opportunity."

**

upstairs.

Mr. Jiang returned to the study and did not read the book. Instead, he turned on the computer and logged into QQ.

An elderly man, as soon as he logged in, a 99 message popped up on QQ.

These are all the support group he added to Meng Fu. Because he has a good relationship with the support group president, he is even the administrator of the largest group.

Mr. Jiang read all the news from each group, and everyone on the friend list found that he was online.

New news pops up-

Yin Bingnian: [Grandpa Jiang, is the news that you said last time that Brother Fu went to school is true?]

Yin Bingnian: [Link://%￥#&…]

Yin Bingnian: [These are all people with Hei Fu Ge’s education online. They found that they could not criticize their appearance or variety shows, so they could only criticize their education.]

Yin Bingnian: [If it is true, we can organize Weibo to refute it.]

Yin Bingnian met Mr. Jiang. Not only did he meet Ji, but he also received many express delivery from Mr. Meng Fu, either Meng Fu’s signature photos or Meng Fu’s surroundings.

In short, everyone who has entered Meng Fu's fan group knows that "Grandpa who loves hospitalization" is not only a rich man, but also knows a lot of internal news.

However, except for Yin Bingnian, no one else knew Mr. Jiang.

Both of them were scored by Meng Fu and would communicate with each other when they encountered any problems. Last time, after learning that Meng Fu was at No. 1 Middle School, the old man swears to tell Yin Bingnian that there will be no more problems with his education in the future.

At this moment, he looked at the other party's messages again: "..."

He is really distressed.

Mr. Jiang sent six points to Yin Bingnian, then sent a message to ask about Meng Fu about this, and then sent a message to ask about Jiang Yu.

After posting, he minimized QQ, opened the web page and logged in to Weibo, went to check in, and fought with black fans for 300 rounds.

**

Meng Fu was also preparing medicine for Tang Ze in the study.

Someone knocked outside.

Meng Fu stood by the table, mixed three kinds of medicinal herbs, and didn't raise his head: "Come in."

The one who came in was Zhao Fan. She brought a glass of milk over and looked at Meng Fu, "I'm still busy, don't you sleep? I'm going to the theater tomorrow."

The things in Meng Fu's hand were strange, and Zhao Fan had never seen them before. He just thought that every instrument was exquisite.

"Wait a little longer," Meng Fu shook her head. She mixed the medicine, then looked up and looked at Zhao Fan: "Help me contact Director Gao. I will finish filming this week's scenes in advance."

Meng Fu can even do the refusal to join the Painting Association.

Zhao Fan was shocked and became numb, and could not even raise any feelings.

After taking two steps, I found that Su Di did not follow.

Zhao Fan stopped and looked at Su Di, "You won't leave?"

Su Di raised his head, he didn't know what tone to talk to Zhao Fan, "Who was the president of the Painting Association just now?"

"Yes?" Zhao Fan nodded.

"He personally invited Miss Meng to the Painting Association?" Su Di asked again.

Zhao Fan still nodded, and it was a pity: "It's just that she doesn't want to enter."

Seeing Zhao Fan say this in a calm and clear manner, Su Di no longer knew what to say, so he only breathed a deep breath.

There are ten painting associations across the country. Beijing is the General Association, and the other nine painting associations. The presidents of each branch association hold high positions in the General Association of Beijing Painting Association, either senior management or vice president.

These people are usually based in the capital.

Because of the large number of people, the Beijing Painting Association is one level higher than the Xiang Association. The senior staff of the four major associations and the children of the hermit family dare not provoke them.

The status of the Four Associations in the capital is almost on par with the Hidden Family.

So when I heard Zhao Fan say that the president was the president, Su Di did not consider the Painting Association at all, because T City is too small and the Painting Association is not big. Over the years, few people from the T City Painting Association have been promoted to the Beijing Painting Association. It is impossible for the president of such a local association to travel thousands of miles from the Beijing.

After listening to Zhao Fan's explanation, Su Di understood.

The other party must have come for Meng Fu.

What can be done by the senior executives of the Beijing Painting Association in person to invite T City is not just about joining the T City Painting Association, but at least it is about to bring the other party into the school.

This is Su Di's shock point.

The apprentices of the senior executives of the four major associations are not comparable to those of the team leader of the small family in the capital.

Su Di remained as motionless as a mountain in his daily life, his cold face was a little broken, and his voice was broken: "Ms. Meng can still draw?"

He has also seen several famous geniuses from the Beijing Painting Association several times, and each of them has at least one stroke of practice every day.

When did he see Meng Fu painting??

The mentality has collapsed.
To be continued...