Almighty Your Persona Has Collapsed

  Chapter 153 Chapter 153 The old man is stupid, Meng Fu Shen operates (one more)

  Zhou Jin looked at Meng Fu motionlessly.

  Meng Fu rolled up the sleeves of his home clothes and shook his head patiently, "No."

   "That's good." Zhou Jin stopped, he recovered his calmness, stretched out his hand and slowly pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and returned to the appearance of a strict mathematician.

  After all the subjects were taken, the heads of the ten schools calculated the difficulty, and the coefficient of difficulty was close to 0. This number is probably the most abnormal number in recent years.

  Teachers from the ten schools also prepared for this exam, especially for science, comprehensiveness and mathematics, each subject has the standard of reaching the entry level of Continental University.

  Let’s not mention that Meng Fu hasn’t taken classes in the entertainment industry in the past two years. Even if there is self-study, the students in the first middle school this month have undergone systematic review and training, which is not comparable to amateurs.

  Otherwise, there will not be so many parents of students who want to find a way to send their children to one of the ten schools.

  Meng Fu's express delivery of comprehensive papers was too fast, and it took so long to run faster than the exam machine in their class. Normally, Zhou Jin felt that he was stable this time.

  After calming down, Zhou Jin touched her glasses and turned her gaze. Only then did she find that there were a lot of people in the house.

  He first greeted Su Cheng, whom he knew, before turning his attention to the old man Jiang beside him.

  Su Cheng got up and introduced to Zhou Jin, "This is Meng Fu's grandfather, Grandpa Jiang."

   "Lao Jiang is now alive, hello." Zhou Jin nodded, and after walking a few steps, he came to greet Grandpa Jiang.

  He glanced at Mr. Jiang, but he was surprised that Meng Fu's surname was Meng, so why is her grandfather's surname Jiang?

   But it was strange, Zhou Jin didn't even ask, thinking it should be Meng Fu and her mother's last name.

  He shook hands with Mr. Jiang.

At the reminder of Su Cheng, Mr. Jiang stood up and shook hands with Zhou Jin with a serious face. Upon closer inspection, he could see his trembling little finger.

  "Have you done the last two math questions?" Zhou Jin didn't look at the old man Jiang carefully, naturally he didn't notice the old man's trembling hands and stiff expression, he turned to Meng Fu again, without turning his eyes away.

  The last two questions he also asked the Rocket class students.

Most of the students didn’t even have time to look at the last two questions during the exam. The student in their class read it and did the penultimate question, but he himself was not very confident and didn’t do the last one. .

  These last two questions are based on the intensive class and Continental University's previous years of independent enrollment examinations.

   was also specially prepared by Zhou Jin for Meng Fu. He probably calculated how quickly Meng Fu did the intensive class exercises last time, and estimated where her ceiling was, before designing these two questions.

  He didn't need to think about the penultimate question. He definitely couldn't stop Meng Fu, but for the last question, he estimated that Meng Fu should not have enough time.

After   , he also specifically asked the invigilator, that when Meng Fu did his math papers, he did not hand in the papers in advance.

  Meng Fu walked to the side of the refrigerator and opened the door of the refrigerator. He was habitually wanting to get a can of beer. He paused on the first floor and then casually took the second layer of milk.

Zhou Jin looked at her, and was afraid of damaging the self-confidence of these children. After the exam, he encouraged the group of people in the rocket class. Now Meng Fu is here, besides confirming with her about returning to school, he is also here to encourage her. "I’m staring at these last two questions personally. Normal time is not enough, so don’t be discouraged."

  She inserted the straw in, took a sip, then looked at Zhou Jin, "Done."

  Zhou Jin: "……"

  He paused, looking at Meng Fu's expression, he was also a little uncertain, wouldn't this guy really make it?

  He obviously followed her to do the exercises of the intensive class.

On the side, Zhao Fan, who had been silent for a while, finally spoke, "Ms. Zhou, this time, the question is difficult?"

  Zhou Jin nodded, "The difficulty coefficient is very abnormal."

  Zhao Fan fell silent again.

   "That's it, I'll go back to the joint meeting first." Zhou Jin glanced at Meng Fu twice, hesitating in his heart, saying goodbye to them, and going back to school for a joint meeting.

  He said to Meng Fu you and I said, Mr. Jiang, who was sitting on the sofa, just listened.

  When Zhou Jin was about to leave, Grandpa Jiang finally stretched out his hand. He walked two steps forward with a cane, "Teacher, wait a minute."

  Zhou Jin pressed her glasses, turned her head, and saw that it was Meng Fu’s grandfather, so she stopped: "Mr. Jiang, what's the matter with you?"

   "Just now you said that you are Fu'er's class teacher?" Old man Jiang leaned on the crutches with both hands.

  Zhou Jin nodded, "Yes, Meng Fu is now a student in our class. Didn't she tell you?"

   "No, you... are you still the head teacher of the Rocket Class?" Father Jiang paused and asked again.

Zhou Jin smiled, probably knowing what the old man was asking, "Yes, I am Zhou Jin, the head teacher of a rocket class in a middle school. Although Meng Fu has dropped out of school for two years, her talent in mathematics is too high, so I and Gu The principal accepted her in an exceptional manner, hoping that she would not waste her talent."

  Old man Jiang stood there and said nothing.

  Zhou Jin still hurried back to the meeting. After explaining, he bid farewell to Su Chengmengfu again.

  Su Cheng sent Zhou Jin downstairs.

  When he came back, Mr. Jiang was still standing by the table a few meters away from the sofa, holding on to the crutches.

   "Grandpa Jiang." Su Cheng looked at the time and went to help him, "Do you want to go back to the hospital? The doctor will go to the ward round later."

   Today, Mr. Jiang came over and did not report to the doctor.

  It is also temporary to see Meng Fu.

   "Well," Mr. Jiang came to his senses, and he nodded slightly to Su Cheng, "It's time to go back."

  "Then I will take you down." Su Cheng helped the old man go downstairs.

  Meng Fu finished a bottle of milk, heard the words, waved goodbye to the old man, "Grandpa, goodbye, I won't send you off."

  Old man Jiang went downstairs with vain steps, holding a cane in one hand, and being supported by Su Cheng in the other. He followed the Jiang family driver in silence behind him.

Now it’s past nine o’clock, and there are still no people in the community. The wind was a bit cool at night. When the wind blew, Father Jiang stopped. He stood by the car and looked at Su Cheng, “Xiao Su, the teacher Zhou just said He is... the head teacher of the Rockets Class of No. 1 Middle School?"

Meng Fu said before that when he was studying in No. 1 Middle School, Mr. Jiang and his party felt incredible. However, Meng Fu did not publicize it on the Internet. She had been participating in variety shows and did not go to school. Mr. Jiang wanted to ask Meng Fu, but then he didn’t. asked.

  Plus, Jiang Xinran said last time that there is no such person as Meng Fu in the seventeen classes in No.1 Middle School, and Mr. Jiang is already strong enough in his heart...

  Who knows, when I came to see Meng Fu tonight, I heard this bomb.

  Meng Fu is not only a student in No. 1 Middle School, but also in Rocket Class?

  Entry into No. 1 Middle School and follow-up to No. 1 Rocket Class. The gap between this is too big.

  The Rocket Class of No. 1 Middle School can be said to be the national pillar reserve.

  After all, there are ten schools in the country and the capital is there.

  Everyone who can enter the rocket class is not an ordinary person. Just look at Jiang Xinran and you will know that she is not only good at playing at home, but also doing well in Jiang's family.

  Old man Jiang asked, and Su Cheng nodded, "Well, Teacher Zhou is the head teacher of the Rocket class."

  Beside him, the Jiang family driver also wiped his face blankly, and then opened the door of the back seat of the car.

  Old man Jiang got in the car and stayed silently in the back seat.

  Then lowered his head, picked up the reading glasses on the seat next to him, asked the driver to turn on the lights in the car, and turned on the phone to scan Weibo.

  In the topic of wearing Meng Fu, I brushed up on Ye Shuning's Weibo——

[My sister’s score in the last month’s exam was in the top ten in the class. Congratulations to my sister for getting the heroine of "Our Youth". My sister and the heroine are too similar in their roles. The goddess of Xueba (like it), I heard from insiders, A certain high school dropout has to go to an audition. I can only say that the director is good (Like) (Like)]

  This Weibo has been posted on the hottest, with four to five thousand comments, all of which are Ye Shuning fans.

   Ye Shuning and Meng Fu became popular because of the same show. At first, Ye Shuning threw Meng Fu three streets.

  But now because of the star's day, Meng Fu doesn't know how many streets of Shuning Ye Shuning, but this does not prevent Ye Shuning's team from pulling down the draft. Not to mention, every day insinuates Meng Fu's lack of culture.

  Although some puffs are angry, they really can't find words to refute this topic, and can only say that they don't give such a draft.

after all--

  Meng Fu's performance on the live broadcast was also seen by everyone, indeed and talented.

  In the past, when he saw such Weibo and press releases, Mr. Jiang clicked on the upper right corner and reported Sanlian, but today, he gave a cold snort and clicked directly to reply——

  【Heh, mortal, your grades are worthy to compare with Meng Fu? 】

  Old man Jiang lifted his chin after finishing sending it.

  In front, in the driver's seat, the driver looked at the rearview mirror outside and was a little confused.

  Old man Jiang was concerned about Meng Fu's affairs, and he sprayed with others, then raised his head: "What's the matter?"

  The driver retracted his gaze and shook his head when he saw that there were no cars behind him: "It should be a mistake."

  **

  At the same time, upstairs, after drinking milk, Meng Fu turned to go back to the study.

  Today she is going to copy a painting to show Chairman Yan.

  She turned around and found that Zhao Fan and Su Di were both looking at herself.

  Meng Fu still put his hand on the door of the study, did not go in, half leaned against the door, holding the towel just put on the table in his hand, raised his chin to the two of them: "Say."

  Zhao Fan silently said: "You actually made this kind of bet with Teacher Zhou? That's the ancestor of the Rockets class. Do you know what the last elimination system of the Rockets class is?"

  The bet between Meng Fu and Zhou Jin was only present at the time when Zhou Jin and Principal Gu were present.

  Zhao Fan, none of these people know.

   Zhao Fan just took advantage of the gap and went to the Forum of No. 1 Middle School to check it out. The above are basically complaints from the No. 1 middle school and senior high school students, and there are also popular sciences about the elimination system.

  No. 1 Middle School, there are 60 students in the rocket class, which is as famous as other schools in the country.

  The number of rocket classes in these ten schools in China is about equal to the top 600 in the country.

  The top six hundred in the country, this is an unimaginable number not only for Zhao Fan, but for everyone.

  Thinking that Meng Fu had made this bet with Zhou Jin, Zhao Fan had no idea what to say.

   "I know." Meng Fu nodded without pressure, she leaned on the door frame and smiled sideways, "Sister Fan, don't worry, I won't cheat you."

  She was talking, Su Cheng had already sent the old man back.

   "Brother Cheng." Zhao Fan looked at Meng Fu, and then greeted Su Cheng.

   "I'm going to practice first." Meng Fu opened the study door and greeted them.

  Su Cheng didn't speak, but walked to the refrigerator.

  Because of Meng Fu's exam during the day, he didn't mention what happened before his departure last time. Now the exam is over.

   Seeing his action, Zhao Fan and Su Di, who were about to go to the kitchen, looked at Meng Fu immediately.

  Meng Fu didn't feel guilty at all. She just leaned on the door frame, wrapped her hands around her chest, and smiled casually with her lips curled, her tone was not hurried or slow: "Brother Cheng, don't worry."

   With her expression, Zhao Fan and Su Di eased a bit, feeling nervous.

  The refrigerator door is opened.

  Because of the last incident, Zhao Fan and Su Di both remembered the number of beer cans. They stared at the beer on the first floor and counted it. It was still 15 cans, one can not missing.

  The two breathed a sigh of relief.

  Su Cheng glanced at Meng Fu, pursed his lower lip, only raised his hand, his five fingers were clean and slender, and he took off the front row of beer cans unhurriedly.

  Looking at his movements, Zhao Fan and Su Di looked at each other.

  Su Cheng took out the two cans of beer in the third row and put them on the small table next to the refrigerator, then turned sideways, looking at Meng Fu, and said slowly, "...Miss Meng?"

  Su Di is far away from Zhao Fan, and I don’t really understand what this means.

  The two people walked in, only to find that the two cans of beer that Su Cheng had just brought out were a little loose.

  Su Di silently touched the pull ring, and the pull ring crooked.

  Zhao Fan can still see under the half crooked pull ring, a jar of clear--

  Tap water.

   Zhao Fan: "..."

  Like Su Cheng, she couldn't help but look at Meng Fu behind her.

  Meng Fu pressed the towel on her head and put her slightly curled hair half-dry on her shoulders. She kicked open the study door and wiped her hair with her fingers: "I want to copy today."

  After speaking, she went directly into the study.

   Shut the door of the study room with a "bang".

  I can pull off the ring so completely, after drinking, I can refill the beer can with a bottle of tap water, and then put it back in the refrigerator casually.

   Outside the door, the hall was still silent.

  Su Di endured for a minute, but still couldn’t hold back: "Puff."

  Zhao Fan looked at Su Cheng silently. At this moment, she wanted to get into the hole instead of Meng Fu.

  She explained for Meng Fu, "Brother Cheng, this is fine."

  Su Cheng did not speak.

  Zhao Fan continued: “She also drinks one bottle occasionally now. When she was a trainee, she would have several bottles a day.”

  At that time, Zhao Fan also went to the food stall with Meng Fu for a drink, and had seven or eight cans at a meal, and Meng Fu was not drunk.

  Compared with that time, Meng Fu is now considered pure-hearted.

  At first, Zhao Fan thought that Su Cheng might not listen too much to her explanation, but he did not expect that Su Cheng, who had always been less talkative, gave an "um", and he retracted his gaze, his voice was very soft: "I know."

  Zhao Fan didn't expect Su Cheng to talk so well, she was taken aback, but Su Cheng was able to take it lightly, so she didn't say much.

   turned to talk to Su Cheng about Meng Fu’s school, “Ms. Zhou said, she might go back to class next week, and she hasn’t finished filming "The Bourne."

  Speaking of this, Zhao Fan frowned. This matter really hurts.

  She originally wanted to discuss with Su Cheng, she could get along with Yizhong, so that Meng Fu could take a few days off a week.

   "No," it's getting late, Su Cheng raised his hand and looked at the phone, and said lightly: "You guys also go back to rest, and you have to leave early tomorrow."

  Su Cheng left first, Zhao Fan and Su looked at each other.

  Finally, Zhao Fancai looked at Su Di, and asked some fantasy: "Brother Cheng meant it would not be Meng Fu... Can you pass the top 60 of the Rockets class, right?"

  Zhao Fan thinks again about Meng Fu's determined appearance, and also thinks about Zhou Jin's determined appearance. She is a little messy in the wind.

  Zhou Jin does not believe that Meng Fu can be in the top sixty at all.

  Su Di also hesitated, "80%, Miss Meng can get the top 60 in the test."

   Zhao Fan: "..."

  She opened a post again, and looked at the replies of the senior high school tyrants above, and then looked at other people’s admiration for the Rockets class. She deeply felt that she was either crazy or stupid.

   "Ms. Zhou just said that the results will come out on Sunday?" Zhao Fan asked.

  Su nodded, "I heard it, it should be."

  Zhao Fan took his coat and looked outside, "Well, I'll find out in two days or so."

  That is, she may be a little nervous about her passing these two days.

The two walked out, and Zhao Fan opened the door and saw the opposite door. The opposite door was already in dust. I thought that there was no one for a few months. She retracted her gaze and remembered what Meng Fu said, "She just said she wanted to copy? "

  What to copy?

  **

  Beijing.

  He Xiyuan listened to several elders of the He family in the study to analyze the form of the capital, and then returned to the room. He father followed him and said slowly: "The Feng family has been very popular recently..."

  He Xiyuan listened indifferently, then remembered something, and asked the housekeeper to bring a sandalwood gold dish.

  The butler had already found an antique in the warehouse, and a small spoon for plucking sandalwood.

  "Master, use this," the butler looked around in the room and placed the utensils beside He Xiyuan's bed. "This is a gift given to you by the Wei family a few years ago. It is useless to keep it in the storeroom."

  The color of this vessel is worthy of the spices given by the little sister.

  He Xiyuan nodded, very satisfied, and went to get the incense of the younger sister.

  He's father stood on the side, but he was curious, and didn't leave: "You took out all of this. Recently, the Xiang Association released Skynet's spices?"

   "No, someone else gave it." He Xiyuan took out a cheap carton, then pulled out a piece of incense and let the butler light it.

Father He looked at this box, it was not made by Xiang Xie or Feng Jia. He looked at the butler cautiously and couldn't help but smile: "If you like incense, I still have the best spices produced by Feng Jia. Last time I had a hard time talking with Wei Jia. Snatch it, our Hejia, it's not that we have no money."

  The fragrance was lit, and a puff of green smoke rose.

  Father He finished speaking and was about to leave. He smelled the smell and suddenly stopped.

  　**

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  (End of this chapter)