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 in the 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's words, 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.

There are so many families in T City, and only the Chu family settled in the capital, becoming a hidden family. On the same level as the 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 the problem of 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 Yu's house 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."

**

Building [5200     www.bqg5200.co].

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 has always been filming quickly. Zhao Fan was not particularly surprised by her request. Meng Fu finished filming a day in advance.

"Okay, I'll talk," Zhao Fan nodded, "Mr. Zhou has printed out the new exercises for you just now. I'll help you receive your luggage. I won't need to write them tonight."

Meng Fu compared her "ok" gesture to her, looking very busy.

Zhao Fan stared at her and finished drinking a glass of milk before she went out with the milk cup.

She closed the door gently, and Su Di on the other side had just come out of the kitchen and was wiping his hands with tissues. Both of them were about to leave and would get up early tomorrow to go to the set with Meng Fu.

Su Di packed the garbage bags and was about to open the door.

As soon as I opened the door, I happened to see someone outside raising his hands and knocking on the door.

"You are..." Su Di looked up and looked at the man.

The other party looked about sixty or seventy years old, with a buzz cut, wearing a very ancient dress, and a very simple aura.

"My surname is Yan," the other party looked very polite and did not look inside, and his voice was extremely polite. "Does Meng Fu live here?"

Su Di knew that it must have been Meng Fu's signing. He quickly gave a gap and the other party came in, "Mr. Yan, please come in."

While giving way, Su Di was extremely curious. He stayed by Meng Fu for three months and had never seen this person.

Inside the room, Zhao Fan washed the milk cup that Meng Fu had just made, put the cup, looked up and asked, "Su Di, it's Brother Cheng..."

As soon as I looked up, I saw the old man entering the door.

"President?" Zhao Fan was startled, then reacted and quickly took the teacup to the old man: "Why are you here?"

Zhao Fan and Meng Fu have been to T City Painting Association and have also met the president of the Painting Association. Although they only have one side, this Painting Association President is too special, Zhao Fan remembers.

"Meng Fu just told me the address. I have something to look for her," the president took the teacup and looked around the room. He looked a little anxious, "Where is her?"

"Wait, I'll call her." Zhao Fan knocked on the door of the study and called Meng Fu out.

Meng Fu was not surprised that the president of the Painting Association looked for her at this time, so he only raised his chin to Zhao Fan and Su Di, "You two will go back and rest first."

Su Di glanced at the president and wanted to stay. Seeing Meng Fu say this, he did not force him to stay, so he left with Zhao Fan, "Okay, Miss Meng has something to do to call me."

The two went out together.

After closing the door, Su Di took out the car key from his pocket and turned his head to ask Zhao Fan: "Who was that just now? What president? From the Go club?"

President, that is also the president of an association.
To be continued...