The butler stared at Meng Fu closely and looked at her expression seriously.

However, Meng Fu had already put on his sunglasses, blocking the light in his eyes, and no longer went back to Butler Jiang, but turned around and walked towards the car.

The butler was still standing there, staring at Meng Fu's back, his eyes flashing.

If she doesn’t go to the art class, could she really go to the parallel class of No. 1 Middle School?

But the housekeeper quickly denied that she had not continued to study for such a good opportunity two years ago. Now she is a little famous in the entertainment industry. According to this art bonus, even if she is not good at the final college entrance examination, she can still go to T-U. How could she give up her identity as an art student?

The butler's mind flashed a lot, but in the end he could only look at Meng Fu's back, and he couldn't come back to his senses 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's wrong with her?"

"Nothing." He wanted to talk to Yu Zhenling about Meng Fu, but when he said that, he didn't know what to say, so he continued to remain silent.

Yu Zhenling looked at Butler Jiang and did not continue to ask questions. If it were something about Jiang Xinran or Jiang Xinchen, she would definitely ask questions, but Meng Fu, let it go.

**

On this side, Meng Fu reached the car at the intersection.

Zhao Fan had already gotten off, helped her open the car door in the back seat, and raised her chin thoughtfully to the gate of the Jiang family, "Is that butler Jiang just now?"

Because of the last time at the art exhibition, Zhao Fan remembered that Butler Jiang was not very good at seeing him.

Meng Fu got into the car and sat in the car with no appearance, looking lazy, and said "yes".

"Tsk, he actually sent you so far, but I didn't see it." Zhao Fan was not very clear about the matter of the Jiang family, and followed Meng Fu into the car behind him.

Meng Fu took out his cell phone, opened WeChat himself, and searched for an account.

Send a sentence directly.

Here, Jiang Quan's assistant Jiang Yong had already driven back to Jiang's family, and the front desk was greeting him enthusiastically.

The cell phone in his pocket rang. Jiang Yong thought it was work, so he quickly took it out and took it out, and a sentence popped up on WeChat.

[Assistant Jiang, is my dad okay recently?]

Name: Meng Fu.

When Jiang Yong saw this sentence, his first reaction was, when did he add Miss Meng?

Of course, Jiang Yong had no time to think about this at this time. Meng Fu's words were just right, but Jiang Yong could feel how the other party asked him at a glance through the screen.

He quickly replied-[Miss, everything is fine, don't worry.]

Meng Fu pinched his cell phone and slowly called him a sentence—

【Remember to call me if you have something to do.】

Even through the phone, Jiang Yong's typing attitude is respectful. His daughter is a loyal fan of Meng Fu, and Jiang Yong is also particularly respectful to Meng Fu.

Hearing Meng Fu say this, he replied respectfully too—

【I understand, Miss.】

This is how he returned, but Jiang Yong did not intend to tell Meng Fu that he knew that Meng Fu was from the entertainment industry and she had hardly integrated into the T-City circle. Even if she told her about the Jiang family, it would be useless and would only make her worry.

After a pause, Jiang Yong carefully added another sentence—

【Miss, when did I add you?】

Jiang Yong pressed the elevator button and felt strange. Did he have a mistake in his memory? When did he add Meng Fu before?

Otherwise, why did the other party suddenly appear on his WeChat list?

In the car, Meng Fu pinched his cell phone and said without changing his face: [Assistant Jiang should not stay up late at night in the future, it is not good for his memory.]

Su Cheng was driving in front of him. He had always been very stable in driving, and his speed was always controlled at the same speed, both of which were neither too fast nor too 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 kept touching her phone casually, as if she was talking to someone, so Zhao Fan did not disturb her and chatted with Su Cheng.

"I'll know when I'm here." Su Cheng turned on the steering wheel, and in the rearview mirror, he could see his dark and calm eyes.

Zhao Fan couldn't figure it out and didn't ask any more questions.

After a while, the journey became more and more familiar, and Zhao Fan couldn't help but turn to Meng Fu: "Isn't this the way to your rental house? Are we going back now?"

Two minutes later, the car passed through Meng Fu's community and continued to drive forward.

Apart from residential areas, there are schools here.

At this time, Zhao Fan finally thought of a possibility. She paused, then pointed her finger out the car window and could almost hear her stiff voice: "Don't tell me, we are going to No. 1 Middle School?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the car stopped with a "sharp" sound.

Zhao Fan slowly looked up and could see the magnificent words "T City No. 1 Middle School" on the gate of the ancient No. 1 Middle School.

Su Di, who had been waiting at the school gate, saw the car coming, so he came over and opened the door of the back seat. Seeing Zhao Fan stiffened and didn't get out of the back seat, he raised his eyebrows: "Sister Fan?"

Zhao Fan wiped his face and got off with his hands and feet.

When the wind blew outside, she became a little more awake, and then she turned her eyes to Meng Fu. Thinking of what Meng Fu said she wanted to go to school yesterday, a terrible thought arose in her heart.

This ancestor, she didn't want to come to No. 1 Middle School, right?

Meng Fu got out of the car from the other side. She pressed her hat brim and looked up at the signboard of No. 1 Middle School. After a while, she walked inside.

**

Today is Saturday, there are not many people in No. 1 Middle School.

In the administrative building, Principal Gu, the principal of No. 1 Middle School, was waiting in the office very early. At the entrance of the village, he had an old-fashioned face. He held a teacup and was waiting by the office window.

There was finally a knock outside.

Principal Gu put down his teacup and looked at the door: "Please come in."

Su Di pushed open the door and asked Su Cheng and Meng Fu to go in first.

Principal Gu turned his eyes to Su Cheng, "Mr. Su, please sit down."

He asked the assistant tutor in the office to pour tea for Su Cheng and the others, then looked at Meng Fu and smiled, "This is the classmate Meng who is about to join our No. 1 Middle School."

Meng Fu politely greeted the principal Gu.

It seems that Meng Fu is really going to enter No. 1 Middle School. Zhao Fan, who was following Meng Fu, wiped his face. OK, sure enough, Brother Cheng is worthy of being Brother Cheng. He can find a way to enter in such a huge No. 1 Middle School.

"It's in Class 12, Grade 1..." Principal Gu asked the assistant to show the information of Class 12 to Su Cheng.

Meng Fu listened very seriously in front of him. When she heard it behind, she finally raised her hand, "I'm sorry, disturb me."

Suddenly, the eyes of the entire office turned to Meng Fu.

Meng Fu touched his nose and said politely, "That, I won't go to the first year of high school."

Not in the first year of high school?

Su Di looked at Meng Fu in surprise. If he didn't go to the first year of high school, he knew that Meng Fu had never entered the campus after finishing the high school entrance examination, so when he communicated last night, he was talking about the first year of high school.

Beside Meng Fu, Zhao Fan couldn't help but look up at Meng Fu, and this feeling came again-

Isn't this ancestor doing anything bad?

"Then which grade do you want to go to?" Principal Gu looked at Meng Fu and said in a deep voice: "Third junior high school?"

"It's the senior year of high school." Meng Fu supported the table with his hand and shook his head.

Zhao Fan beside her: "..."

If you skip two levels in a row, you are worthy of being yours, Meng Zuzong.

Su Di: "..."

He never expected that he originally thought that Meng Fu was going to No. 1 Middle School to come.

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 document from the Chen family.

It is said that a student will transfer to No. 1 Middle School halfway.

Meng Fu's resume is clearly clear. He dropped out of school for two years and has been in the entertainment industry for the past two years. I heard that he needs a degree, so he came to school.

I haven't entered the campus for two years and asked her to go to No. 1 Middle School to study in the first year of high school. Principal Gu made concessions. Who knew that she was confident that she would go to the third year of high school now.

Principal Gu turned his eyes to Su Cheng, who was still sitting on the chair with a divine attitude. He sat upright and lowered his eyes to drink tea, making people unable to see his expression.

"Student Meng, we can let you enter the first year of high school because your grades were indeed OK two years ago," 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 is a weekly or monthly exam, the test questions are all at level A. You are a bit reluctant to enter the first year of high school. You can't even understand the questions when you reach the third year of high school."

Principal Gu said lightly, but he could already hear that he was a little angry.

Principal Gu has never seen a high school skipping grade. Generally, there are many skipping grades in primary schools, and the knowledge in high school is complicated. The school has plans for what to learn every year. Every grade of No. 1 Middle School learns not only the knowledge in textbooks, but also many extensions.

When Meng Fu casually said that she was going to skip the grade, Principal Gu really thought she didn't really want to study.

This was the first time Zhao Fan saw an intellectual like Principal Gu. Listening to Principal Gu’s slightly angry tone, she started to sweat again on her back, and then looked at Su Cheng.
To be continued...