750.

To be honest, not to mention Zhou Jin, even Principal Gu has lived for so long and has hardly seen anyone with 750.

Not to mention, it is still in such a difficult situation.

Principal Gu couldn't help but reach out. He held the chair of the staff in front of him, turned his head, and looked at Zhou Jin with a little no idea what he was thinking. He was too shocked. He almost didn't say a word, "No, I'm not right?"

Is this a score made by a person?

Those students who were admitted to the University of Continental University are just like this?

Zhou Jin did not reply to Principal Gu, but only looked at the computer screen. After a while, he reported Meng Fu's school number again and asked the guy to search again.

The guy was also in a daze, and quickly said "Oh", then deleted the number above, searched again, and the same sentence was still the same sentence-

Meng Fu, 750.

"You said before that she shouldn't be able to enter your class 60?" Principal Gu looked at the young man searching again.

After reading it, he turned around and looked at Zhou Jin.

There are 60 students in the Rocket Class, but there is also a gap between these 60 students.

The first place is completely different from the 60th place.

The first place is like Jin Zhiyuan. He is in the intensive class and may be admitted to the Continental University in the future. At the lowest level, the Jing University level is also at the Rocket Class. Jin Zhiyuan is the ceiling.

No. 60, if you don’t have particularly outstanding results in a single subject, Kyoto will be reluctant.

Zhou Jin was so confident that Meng Fu would find it difficult to get into the top 60, because he was confident in the joint education system of the Ten Schools. He had never received such abnormal education from Ten Schools. It was too difficult to adapt to the exams of Ten Schools.

"This Meng Fu..." Zhou Jin was speechless. There seemed to be a thunder thunder on his head, his whole body was a little numb, and his forehead was getting hot.

He has seen many geniuses with extraordinary grades in single subjects. As Principal Gu said, they can only be seen in schools like Continental University.

No wonder she kept telling herself that she wouldn't come back to school for classes.

"Principal Gu, I will apply for another quota for the intensive class," Zhou Jin turned directly to Principal Gu, paused, and said, "Go directly to the quota for the exam."

Principal Gu nodded. He knew what Zhou Jin meant: "Okay, I'll make arrangements."

The two big guys in the school spoke carefully, and the staff spoke carefully: "Principal, Teacher Zhou, then I will make all the rankings first?"

"You do it," Zhou Jin waved his hand to the staff, and went out with his cell phone to call Zhao Fan, and looked at Principal Gu, "Principal, the rest of the matter is left to you."

Principal Gu asked the staff to print out Meng Fu's achievements for him. When he heard Zhou Jin's words, he was stunned, "What else is there?"

"The only one in the ten schools is full marks, the second-tier seedling in the top two in the country," Zhou Jin said to Principal Gu with some expression. "The Mathematics Union will receive this news later, do you understand?"

If you don’t intercept Meng Fu’s news, you’re afraid that you won’t be able to wait long. Meng Fu will be a member of the Mathematics Union.

After Zhou Jin finished speaking, he went outside to have a breath and calmly called Zhao Fan.

**

Meng Fu's side.

Li Qingning's agent also booked this hotel. She came back with Li Qingning's car. After asking Zhao Fan's room number, she separated from Li Qingning.

She filmed a variety show for a day today and still had a lot of homework.

The daily way of watching classic drama performances, the weekly exercises given to her by Zhou Jin, and the daily copying assigned by President Yan.

"What do you have to say?" Su Di opened the door, and Meng Fu saw Zhao Fan's resentful gaze. She stopped, leaned against the back of the sofa and asked.

Zhao Fan's eyes were faint, "You are still in the mood to eat hot pot, and today your monthly exam results will come out."

Meng Fu was like an emotionless talking machine: "Oh."

"It's about your future development..."

Meng Fu interrupted Zhao Fan's words and pointed at Zhao Fan's pocket, "Sister Fan, cell phone."

Zhao Fan took out his cell phone and found that it was Zhou Jin. He quickly picked it up: "Teacher Zhou, is it Meng Fu's joint examination results?"

When Meng Fu saw her answer the phone, she was not curious and asked Su Di: "Which room is my?"

"That." Su Di was also following Zhao Fan's phone number, poured Meng Fu a cup of warm water, and then pointed to the room diagonally opposite him.

Meng Fu took the warm boiled water and entered the room.

Zhao Fan is still calling Teacher Zhou.

Zhou Jin said "Yes", "Here comes out, Meng Fu is doing well in the exam."

Zhao Fan heard Zhou Jin's tone and paused slightly, asking tentatively: "I did a good job in the exam... Meng Fu, has she reached the top 60?"

The top 60 will not be eliminated by the last-place elimination system. This is the best result that Zhao Fan can imagine, Meng Fu can get.

She held her breath and listened to Zhou Jin's answer.

"Well, I've gotten to the top 60, and she won the bet with me," said Zhou Jin, who didn't know what to say in this tone, "She can't come to school in the future, but her grades must not be lost."

"Really the top 60?" Zhao Fan straightened his back suddenly, his mind getting hot.

Although Su Cheng hinted her several times before and after, Zhao Fan could not understand such a mysterious thing as grades. It was a gathering place for top students in the country.

Che Shao was exposed to study in the affiliated high school yesterday and became a hot search for the whole afternoon.

Meng Fu dropped out of school for two years, and one of them was ridiculed by the crowd when he was poor in English. Zhao Fan remembered it clearly. When she heard Zhou Jin's words, she seemed to be in a dream, "Teacher Zhou, how many names are Meng Fu?"

Zhou Jin blew outside for a while and was much more awake now. When he heard Zhao Fan ask him, he was quite calm and his voice was as serious as ever: "750 points, the first place, should also be the only first place in the joint examination of the ten schools."

"First place, thank you Mr. Zhou..." Zhao Fan thanked first.

Halfway through thanking, her voice stuck in her throat, and she raised her head suddenly: "Teacher Zhou, how many points did you just say about her and how many names did you know?"

Zhou Jin's speech speed is still not fast or slow. "750 points, first place. Although she is the first place, she will not be used to go to school in the future, but Meng Fu's courses cannot be missed. I hope you pay more attention to Meng Fu on weekdays. You can't let go of your career and study. I still have something to do here, so I'll just hang up first."

Seeing that Zhao Fan didn't speak for a long time, Zhou Jin knew that she might need some time to slow down. She said something to Zhao Fan and hung up the phone.

"Sister Fan, how is Miss Meng doing in the exam?" There was also a food program on the TV. After Su Cheng's reminder, Su Di was not worried about Meng Fu's results at all. He held the remote control and turned to Zhao Fan while watching TV, asking casually.

Zhao Fan had already come to her senses. She looked at the closed door of Meng Fu's room, with a expressionless face, and replied with seven words: "It's pretty good, the number one in the ten schools."

Zhao Fan suddenly remembered that in the second episode of the stars, countless people worshiped Meng Fu's cousin Meng Xun.

Only Meng Fu looks like a cousin is OK.

Zhao Fan didn't understand at that time, but now she suddenly realized—

Meng Fu might have been serious at that time.

First in the Ten Schools?

"Wait," Su Di was silent for a moment. He knew more than Zhao Fan. He knew what the number one in the Ten School means. He held the remote control, turned the TV sound to silently, and turned to Zhao Fan: "Sister Fan, say it again, what first?"

"The first in the ten schools."

Su Di: "..."

tm?

Su Cheng came out of the house with his cell phone.

Zhao Fan, who was thinking, was silent for a moment when he saw Su Cheng, but finally couldn't help but speak: "Brother Cheng, do you think I... have delayed the pillars of the country?"

Needless to say, Meng Fu's achievements will be fine in any national academician in the future. In the entertainment industry, even Zhao Fan has to admit that it is too insignificant. No wonder Zhou Jin doesn't hesitate to visit him.

Su Cheng changed into home clothes, a cotton white shirt, and when the lights were reflected, his cold and sharp face was much softer than usual.

He reached out to grab a bottle of mineral water in the refrigerator, but did not look up, and his tone was faint: "She knows what she is doing."

Su Cheng unscrewed the bottle cap and looked at Zhao Fan when he returned to his room. There was a strong ink color in his eyes, which made people unable to tell what he was thinking: "She also likes those fans, you don't have to be under pressure."

**

In Meng Fu's room, she took her pajamas to take a shower, washed away the smell of hot pot, and then found her ink pen from the box, took out the drawing paper and spread it on the table, and began to copy today's paintings.

After she finished copying the painting, she took a photo and sent it to President Yan.

At the same time, she also saw that the missed voice call on WeChat was popped up by Xu Bochuan.

There is another WeChat message sent by He Xiyuan—

Senior Brother: [I will send you something in two days. Is your last delivery address okay?]

Meng Fu replied with two words—

【Can.】

After Meng Fu returned to He Xiyuan, he sent the copied painting to President Yan, and finally replied to Xu Bochuan with a voice call.

The voice sounded three times and was picked up. Xu Bochuan was lighting incense on the other end of the phone. He turned on the voice over the phone, "Tomorrow you will bring your Teacher Li here, don't forget."

"We are in the neighboring city," Meng Fu looked at the copied painting. This time, he didn't wait for the painting to dry, and directly rubbed the city's appearance and threw it into the trash can, "Is it OK at 10 o'clock tomorrow?"

"Okay," Xu Bochuan was still in good spirits after this. He put down the small silver spoon in his hand, "I gave Yi Tong two of your fragrance."

"It's your thing, you can do it." Meng Fu said casually without hesitation in the bathroom.

"Then you have anything that Yi Tong needs to do, otherwise you will let him be your flight guest." Xu Bochuan didn't know why Meng Fu didn't sell incense, but he could also speculate that if she could owe Yi Tong a favor.

Meng Fu didn't even think about it, and directly interrupted Xu Bochuan's terrible thoughts: "Don't, Yi Movie Emperor is too famous. Director Xu, just remember that I will meet tomorrow."
To be continued...