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The next day, Haizhou No. 1 Middle School pulled up a bright red banner, and the big words on the banner were blinded by people: Warmly celebrating our school’s good results in the third place in the art exam and the first place in the city!

Fang Xinghe's final score was 284, tied for third place with another student in the next city, two points higher than Teacher Xiao Mao.

Of course, this cannot prove that Fang Xinghe's paintings are better than Teacher Xiao Mao. Because there is no absolute standard for changing scores in the art exam, some are determined based on the personal preferences of the teacher of the paper modification, and there will definitely be differences in preferences, but the poor paintings will definitely not get high scores, and the similar paintings will fluctuate a few points.

After half a semester of transfer from No. 4 Middle School, Director Yan has now gained a foothold in No. 1 Middle School. As soon as he heard the news, he quickly called Fang Hanjin to express his importance to Fang Hanjin's children.

As a result, Fang Hanjin's phone was turned off, and it was almost out of power. Director Yan called Fang's landline again and answered the phone quickly.

"Hey, hello, who are you looking for?" Meng Xu answered the call and asked in a gentle tone.

Meng Xu was very satisfied with Fang Wanting's art exam results, which was completely beyond Meng Xu's surprise. After all, she only started playing again after three years. It was really overjoyed to get such a good score in such a short time. Moreover, it was not easy for one to save tens of thousands of people to participate in the art exam, and it was not easy to enter the top 50, and Fang Wanting also entered the 25th place in the money.

"I'm looking for Mr. Fang. I'm Director Yan of No. 1 Middle School," Director Yan guessed that the other party was Fang Hanjin's wife and said politely: "I called here to report a good news to Mr. Fang. Your child is named Fang Xinghe. His performance in this art exam is very good. The school has brought up a banner and said that he was the third place in the province and the first place in the city!"

Meng Xu didn't pay attention to whom he was talking about and what he was saying, but he heard the next few words alone.

Fang Xinghe's performance in this art exam was very good, and the school even brought out banners, the third in the province and the first in the city.

How good is this score? You don’t have to think about it.

How high is this level of being able to get the third place in the middle school entrance examination of tens of thousands of people across the province?

Even if the teacher likes to mix the test papers, the grade is still outrageous.

Meng Xu has been paying attention to the movements on Fang Xinghe. When she met Fang Wanting yesterday, she couldn't help asking Fang Wanting. Fang Wanting said she didn't find out. The friend of the art class said that Fang Xinghe had not checked the transcript yet. At that time, Meng Xu felt a little joy in her heart. People who dared not check the scores clearly did not perform well, so she felt guilty. After the grades of which student came out, the first thing she did was not check the scores. Why didn't she check it alone?

As a result, her happiness had not lasted for long, and this call from the director broke all her joy.

The hand holding the phone tightly, she almost gritted her teeth and spit out a few words, "That's really...thank you."

"You're welcome, you're welcome. After Mr. Fang returned, he told him that he had asked me to transfer to this child before. Fortunately, he came to No. 1 Middle School. If he went to No. 4 Middle School, he might have been taken out of the way now." Director Yan felt that his task had been completed, so he hung up the phone happily.

Meng Xu locked the phone on the landline, his eyes were a little fluttering. Why did she get so good at the exam? Why did she get so good at the exam?

Isn’t it just to draw a few strokes with a brush? Why did the exam be so good? Are those paper correction teachers aware of the old lady Cao Yi? Don’t mark the test paper, right? Otherwise, how could a person like Fang Xinghe be so good?

Meng Xu reached out and took off the apron on his body. He sat alone on the sofa for a while. Suddenly he stood up and walked to the room at the entrance of the stairs. She pushed open the door and entered the room. She saw the paper sticking on the wall, and the handwritten anger value up table.

The characters are ugly, with horizontal and vertical lines and vertical lines. The strokes that should be long are not long, and the strokes that should be short are not short. Meng Xu still likes square fonts, like Fang Wanting's handwriting, with neat and beautiful strokes.

I don’t know when two red knives were drawn under the up table. Meng Xu was shocked. What does this knives mean? Who makes her angry? Could it be that she even plans to use the knife to chop people?

She pursed her lips, reached out to put the paper up, and glanced around the house. When Fang Xinghe arrived at Fang's house, she didn't bring much, just a suitcase, a big backpack, a quilt, etc., was Fang Hanjin asked the driver to drive over.

Fang Xinghe took away everything when he was in school. The only one who stayed at home was the cardboard box she wanted to pass through the warehouse once.

Meng Xu pulled the box out from under the desk, opened it and found that there was a camera inside. The packaging box of the camera was old, but the camera inside was well preserved. Meng Xu looked at the camera and suddenly felt a pain in his eyes. Fang Xinghe was determined to take the Jinghua Photography Department and even the camera was ready.

Thinking of Fang Xinghe's professionalism, Meng Xu suddenly felt angry. Why did Shen Yiwei's daughter have to compete with her daughter everywhere? What qualifications are there for a woman like Shen Yiwei to compete with her daughter?

She suddenly raised her hand, raised her camera, and smashed it hard on the ground. The camera landed in response, and black fragments splashed everywhere.

When Meng Xu saw the machine case breaking, she suddenly felt a little relieved and depressed heart. She squatted on the ground, her untreated hair was casually wrapped behind her. At this moment, all the broken hair drooped down, like an irreconcilable madman. She looked at the fragments all over the ground and couldn't help but giggle twice.

There was a moment of movement at the gate. Meng Xu turned around suddenly. She quickly put the camera and fragments into the camera's protection box, put them back in place, and went to the door to take the broom, swept around the room, and walked to the door. Fang Hanjin changed his shoes, wondering why there was no one at home.

Meng Xu stood at the door with a smile: "Are you back?"

Fang Hanjin got into her hand and nodded: "Well. Didn't you pick Tingting up today?"

"I haven't accepted it for a while. She has passed the major exam. What else can I take?" Meng Xu saw that he was going to take off his thick coat from outside, so he took a few steps, put the paper in his hand on the coffee table, and took Fang Hanjin's coat. "The next thing is the cultural course. She said herself. If you want to devote all your thoughts to studying, you won't waste time on the road."

"Does your phone run out of power?" Meng Xu asked.

Fang Hanjin was stunned and quickly took out his phone. Sure enough, there was no power. "I said why no one called me for a day? It turned out that he turned off the phone himself! I don't know what was delayed? Did you call me?"

"I didn't call. I received a call from a person who claimed to be the director of No. 1 Middle School at home, saying that no one answered the phone."

"Oh? Director Yan, right? What did he say?"

"I didn't say anything, thinking we didn't know the child's art exam results, and said we were going to report a happy family or something."

"Oh. I don't know how I was doing in Xinghe, so I didn't say anything. I probably didn't do well in the exam..."

Meng Xu didn't answer the words, and when he didn't hear them, he turned around and went into the kitchen.

Fang Hanjin sat on the sofa and wanted to take the newspaper of the day. Suddenly, he saw the piece of paper on the coffee table. He picked it up and took a look. He didn't understand it, but saw the bloody knife on it, "What is this?"

Meng Xu leaned out from the kitchen, "When I went to clean the bathroom, I picked it up in Xinghe's house. I looked at two bloody knives on it. It looked scary, so I took it out. Don't throw it away, what if it was Xinghe's baby."

Fang Hanjin looked carefully, "What's the matter? Could it be that she recorded something? I thought she was angry, so I drew a knife? If I finished drawing it after that, would you still plan to stab me?"

Meng Xu lowered his eyes and did not respond.

Fang Hanjin looked at the knife on the painting, kneaded it hard and threw it into the trash can, "A dog thing that doesn't know how to be grateful!"

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In Class 32, High School No. 1 Middle School, Fang Xinghe did not say anything about the place where he was hung at the school gate. He just appeared in the classroom or in the corner of the playground every day, busy memorizing and doing exercises.

Compared to Fang Xinghe's calmness about his grades, Feng Hao was even happier, and he was enthusiastic when tutoring: "You have stepped into the gate of Jinghua with one foot, and then you are waiting for your other foot to step in!"

"You are not tired of nagging every day?" Fang Xinghe was really convinced. If he didn't nag once every two days, he felt uncomfortable.

Anyway, the two were quarreling, one of them continued to pass the midterm exam. Two days before the exam, Feng Hao was still nagging her about writing essays and doing major issues in politics and history.

"Xinghe, I think Feng Hao is now your regular housekeeper." Hilda said with a smile: "You really don't think about early love?"

"You must not fall in love early!" Fang Xinghe said: "At the critical time of the college entrance examination, all interference should be eliminated."

Hilda was so sad: "I want to fall in love early, but no one follows me earlier. I want to fall in love early with a handsome sports boy in Class 1, but he thinks I look ugly and even dislikes me wearing braces."

Fang Xinghe was shocked: "How do you know he dislikes you?"

"Because I sent him a love letter!"
Chapter completed!