Almighty Your Persona Has Collapsed

Finished writing?

Principal Gu, who was talking to Su Cheng, was taken aback for a moment, then turned to Meng Fu seriously.

At the same time, Su Di gave half a piece of Meng Fu's certificate to the principal.

The principal is not a major in mathematics. This Olympiad book was brought when the director of the third grade gave him suggestions for revision last time.

At this moment, he saw Su Di handing him the paper, and was startled for a moment. The writing on it was very stylish, and each stroke had its own brushstroke. It could be seen that hard work had been put into it.

Seeing this word, the principal's expression eased a lot, and he even glanced at Meng Fu.

Then I continued to read what Meng Fu wrote. Meng Fu wrote a bunch of numbers and symbols on it. The principal's major is not here. He went back to his seat, picked up the book, turned to the answer to the original question, and compared it with the answer.

The answers were very long, and almost all of them were written arguments and formulas. To the principal's surprise, Meng Fu wrote exactly the same as the answers in the first few steps, and knowledge changed from the fourth step.

This difference is not due to omission of steps, but two different proofs from the following ones.

This is a proof question, and there is no exact result.

There is no standard judgment, but if it is different from the answer, it should be wrong.

The reason why the Olympiad tutoring questions can be called Olympiad tutoring questions is because its difficulty has reached a certain level. If you have not studied the Olympiad questions specifically, even if you have a good math score, you will not be able to do it.

The proof process was different. The teaching assistant next to the principal glanced at it, then shook his head: "No." After speaking, the teaching assistant paused, then turned to Meng Fu, curious: "But you still know the ellipse formula?"

These are not included in junior high school content.

After the teaching assistant finished speaking, Zhao Fan, who was beside Meng Fu, let out a sigh of relief. She was so crazy that for a moment she felt that Meng Fu could really do it.

This is an Olympiad problem, and it is for the group of top-notch mathematics geniuses all over the world.

It's not surprising that it can't be done, it's normal.

Zhao Fan supported his forehead, leaned against Meng Fu, and said in a low voice, "You just need to go to the freshman year of high school. No. 1 Middle School can let you go to the freshman year of high school here, which is enough to shut up those sunspots, and the one who rejected you yesterday director."

Principal Gu also expected that Meng Fu would not be able to do it, so he didn't think it was strange.

But this time, he was not so stiff towards Meng Fu. Although Meng Fu didn't do it, it could be seen that she did learn some high school knowledge.

Especially her good handwriting, so Principal Gu couldn't help admiring it.

He looked at Meng Fu, but saw Meng Fu staring at the Olympiad and the answer sheet in his hand, not speaking.

Principal Gu smiled, and this time his tone and expression became more kind, "This is a competition question, you won't be normal. Except for those who participated in the competition tutoring in our school, very few people will know it. Student Meng, in fact, this It's not ashamed to be in the first year of high school..."

Because of Meng Fu's handwriting, it is rare for Principal Gu to cherish talent.

He put the paper written by Meng Fu in the book.

"No, I'm sorry to trouble you, I don't think it's necessary." Meng Fu turned his head and looked at Su Cheng.

Su Cheng understood, he got up and bid farewell to the principal.

It was such a rare opportunity to get the affirmation of Principal Gu. At this time, Meng Fu actually lost the chain?

Zhao Fan was on the side, giving Meng Fu his eyes, his eyes were about to cramp, but Meng Fu didn't notice, and went out with Su Cheng as before.

**

Waiting out the door of the principal's office.

Zhao Fan scratched his hair, very puzzled and a little bit broken: "Why? You tell me why you don't have a good time in No. 1 Middle School. This opportunity is once in a lifetime."

"It's nothing." Meng Fu opened the door and got into the car. Hearing Zhao Fan's words, she closed her eyes, and her tone sounded a little light: "It's not necessary, No. 1 Middle School may not be as good as expected."

"It's not as good as expected?" Zhao Fan also got into the car, sat upright and looked at Meng Fu, wondering.

Meng Fu opened the file on the phone, and looked at the script Zhao Fan gave her last night, "Well, the principal and teaching assistants are both low-level."

The level of the principal and teaching assistants is very low?

Zhao Fan opened her mouth, and she looked at Meng Fu, really wanting to know where she got the confidence to say that.

"Then are you going to continue reading?" Zhao Fan asked softly.

Zhao Fan also accepted that Meng Fu was not going to go to high school again. After all, in the end, everything depends on the work.

It's just that before Meng Fu's works come out, he needs to settle down.

Meng Fu didn't speak. She always read scripts with three eyes. She flipped through the document quickly. On the top of the phone, a new message suddenly popped up, which was WeChat authentication.

She opened it casually and took a look.

The verification information of the person who added her was Jiang Xinchen.

Meng Fu was guessing about the Jiang family's affairs, but Jiang Yu refused to tell her, so she agreed, ready to ask Jiang Xinchen when she had time.

On the other side of the phone, Jiang Xinchen, who had finished adding Meng Fu, was just staring at the screen of the phone, his hands tightening as he grasped the phone. Knowing that a red new message icon suddenly appeared on the message page, he clicked on it——

【The other party has passed your verification message】

Jiang Xinchen heaved a sigh of relief. He clicked on Meng Fu's dialog box, struggling with what to post. He even went to the class group to steal emoticons sent by several girls, but he didn't dare to post them in the end.

Here, after adding Jiang Xinchen, Meng Fu put him in the back of his mind, because when she agreed to Jiang Xinchen's WeChat request, someone sent her a new message.

It is a picture of Go, with a sentence attached——

[Where do you think this baizi's words are suitable? 】

Meng Fu clicked on the big picture of Go, and looked at it for a while. It was a game of fighting. The white pieces obviously lacked stamina, and the black pieces were very murderous. From the whole game, it seemed that the person holding the black pieces had a certain chance of winning.

This game is really interesting.

Meng Fu also studied for a long time.

Next to her, Zhao Fan, who couldn't wait for her answer, came over and didn't continue to ask Meng Fu if he wanted to continue his high school studies. Seeing this picture, he was surprised: "Are you playing chess?"

She remembered that when filming a live variety show a few days ago, the chess game in the backyard of Meng Fu's house was still hotly searched.

"No, help others to watch chess." Meng Fu marked a few positions on the picture while talking, and resent the picture to the other party.

"You really know how to play chess?" Zhao Fan just asked casually, and she was really surprised when she heard Meng Fu say that.

She didn't have time to look away, when Meng Fu posted the picture, Zhao Fan happened to see Meng Fu's note at the top of the dialog box——

Very simple: [Xu]

May?

Xu what?

Zhao Fan couldn't help thinking. She had worked with Meng Fu for two years, and she had never heard Meng Fu mention the surname "Xu".

She was still thinking that after Meng Fu finished replying to the message, he had already returned to the script page.

Both Zhao Fan and Su Cheng had read these scripts, and the ones that finally came to Meng Fu were all high-quality scripts.

Zhao Fan took a quick look and knew that Meng Fu was holding that movie. She was quite surprised: "The Spy Shadow, do you like this script?"

She originally thought that Meng Fu would like a light comedy with ancient costumes in it, but she didn't expect that she would like this kind of drama.

Disc Movie Lost Track is a film and television show of the Republic of China.

Su Cheng was driving the car in front. Hearing what the two said, he glanced at the rearview mirror, "Spy Shadow is indeed the highest quality among them. Do you want to act in this drama?"

After Meng Fu was rejected in the audition, the people around her, from Su Cheng to Zhao Fan and even Su Di, wanted to urgently help her get a better film.

Meng Fu also knew that works in the entertainment industry are the most important. Hearing Su Cheng's words, she turned off the phone, "Yes."

"Okay." Su Cheng looked back, only said one word lightly, and said nothing else.

**

"The Bourne" is a secret agent spy film based on a novel that has gone viral online.

The director and screenwriter took over the show a few years ago, and the script was written, but because of the scandal of the heroine Wei Wei chose for the first time, it was stranded. They didn't get much investment, and now it's popular on the Internet It is a costume drama and a modern ethics drama, this kind of spy drama of the Republic of China. Although the novel has become popular, most people don't like it when it is adapted into a film and television. Fans of the original book also strongly request not to ruin the drama.

Because of this, "The Bourne Shadow" has been stranded until now, and the filming has not yet officially started.

Recently, Director Gao finally made up his mind and decided to hire the rest of the staff at his own expense, and make sure to film this drama.

Director Gao has also produced two popular TV series, and he is also a relatively well-known director in the circle.

After he released the script, many Xiao Hua also expressed their interest.

At this time, Director Gao was looking at the video clips of these interested Xiaohua at home.

The phone in his pocket rang at this moment.

He glanced at it, it was planning.

"Hello." Director Gao took a puff of his cigarette and picked up the phone. His voice was a little hoarse.

The planner seemed to pause for a moment, and then said a word.

After listening, Director Gao didn't speak, he only held his mobile phone, and the cigarette in his other hand trembled slightly, "Wait, say it again."

"I said, the investment father gave us an additional 200 million yuan." The planner was also in a daze.

Gao Dao put it together by himself, soliciting investment everywhere, and now the total is only 90 million, so he planned to keep all the props simple, but he didn't expect that at this time, the investment father gave him a pie!

Director Gao stood up excitedly, the fireworks in his hand burned to his fingers, but he didn't pay much attention, "Two hundred million?!"

"Hmm." The planner nodded over there.

Director Gao moved his chair, walked to the window, and calmed down a bit, "There are 200 million yuan, so I am absolutely confident that I will do well in this drama. I will let the previously scheduled heroines come to audition the day after tomorrow."

"I'm assured of your ability," said the planner with a calm voice, "Don't worry about the audition, the investor has recommended someone to you, I checked, it's a member of the girl group who came out recently, a traffic star, a high-ranking director, You think about it carefully."

Hearing this, Gao Dao has calmed down. Sure enough, the investment is not for no reason, but brought capital into the group.

Highly oriented to hate this kind of traffic stars, most of them can't act, or even memorize lines, relying on post-dubbing to cut out pictures.

He already has two florets he likes, with acting skills and a temperament that fits the heroine.

The female lead that the investor stuffed in this time made Director Gao feel a little bit discouraged.

He pressed the cigarette into the ashtray, and pursed his lower lip: "The heroine of this drama is an agent, and she follows a dark and sassy line. If she doesn't perform well, the drama will be ruined." In terms of the bottom line, Director Gao also has his own insistence , He frowned and shook his head: "Go and tell them to let her audition with other people the day after tomorrow. If she doesn't pass, the crew can't let her play the heroine."

The producer comforted him, "Don't be decadent, what if this is a spiritual one? Haven't you been unable to find a favorite heroine?"

"Is aura just memorizing numbers with lines?" Director Gao has seen such a traffic artist, and he is not looking forward to the traffic artist who will bring money into the group two days later.

**

next day

One.

The teacher who thought he was slightly fat knocked on the door of the principal's temporary residence in No. 1 Middle School, "Principal, you have to solve the competition class problem I asked you a few days ago."

He is the head teacher of the rocket class in the third year of high school, and also the leader of the mathematics competition team of No. 1 Middle School.

He is also a celebrity in the mathematics circle of T province.

A few days ago, I proposed to the principal a math competition question.

The principal raised his head from the computer, and while holding up the teacup, he handed him the competition questions brought back from the office: "I have already applied to the Department of Mathematics of Peking University for the question bank."

"Thank you, principal," the head teacher of the rocket class smiled when he heard this, "I think there are two young people who can go to the continental university for the self-enrollment exam this year. ..."

He was talking, flipping through the math competition exercises in his hand.

As soon as I turned it over, a piece of paper fell out.

"What is this?" The class teacher bent down and picked it up casually.

Principal Gu recognized that this was the proof question written by Meng Fu yesterday afternoon, and he replied slowly: "Just a little girl who doesn't know how to know the heights of the sky and the earth, who doesn't study well in the first year of high school, and insists on skipping two grades in a row, and the third year of high school, I will let her do it." As soon as she wrote the competition questions, she wrote them in ten minutes and said that she had finished them. If she got the answer right, she was wrong. This didn’t discourage her, and she was angry. If we can do the Olympiad questions in our school, it’s all the seedlings of the competition..."

"Principal Gu." The head teacher interrupted him.

The headmaster raised his eyebrows: "What?"

The class teacher opened the original question, put the proof process next to the original question, and said word by word: "You are wrong, she proved it."

**

Gao Dahua: Principal Gu, are you stupid?

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