Madam, Your Sockpuppet is Lost Again!

Qiao Sheng took the Coke and froze, catching up, "Xu Shao, why are you going?"

Xu Yaoguang didn't answer, but only moved quickly.

On the second floor instrument room, he pushed open the door.

The violin came to an abrupt halt, the instrument room was empty, the windows were open, there was wind, and the sky blue curtains wobbled slightly.

Xu Yaoguang paused.

"Where are the people? Where is the person?" Qiao Sheng was also strange, as if the sound of the piano was just Nan Ke's dream. When he walked to the window, he chuckled softly, "Wouldn't he jump off the second floor?"

Xu Yaoguang didn't speak. He looked at the open window and put his gaze on the violin in the middle again.

Xu Yaoguang didn't move until someone came up to practice in the Art Building.

Xu Yaoguang leaned on the side of the piano, elegant and casual, eyes cold, looking at the girl who came in the door: "Is anyone here to practice at noon today?"

The girl didn't react and looked at Xu Yaoguang in a daze.

Xu Yaoguang repeated it again.

"The teacher didn't arrange the exercises at noon," the girl carefully peeked at Xu Yaoguang, stuttering, "but the violin only has Qin language."

Xu Yaoguang was stunned for a while, and did not answer. His eyebrows were bright and gentle, but his eyes were clear and cold, making it difficult to reach.

He didn't speak, went downstairs in silence, and first transferred to the class to deliver milk tea to Qin Yu.

Qin language is not in class at this time.

Xu Yaoguang narrowed his eyes, and his eyes were drooping. After thinking for a while, he put the milk tea directly on the Qin language table.

The students in Class One are obviously used to him, but most of his eyes are still on him.

Qiao Sheng was outside, resting his hand on the door frame at random, talking to the girl sitting in the first row.

Seeing Xu Shaoguang come out, he closed his hand and smiled, "Isn't that Qin Xiaohua just in Qinfang?"

Xu Yaoguang didn't answer.

Class nine.

Qin Ran sat down on his seat.

Organize the book and put the pen to write the name.

She supported her cheek in her right hand, and held a pen in her left hand.

The slightly sideways face becomes more delicate.

People in the class almost peeked at her.

Lin Siran, who was sitting outside, did half a day of psychological construction and said, "Qin Ran, hello, I am Lin Siran, a study committee member. You can call me if you have any difficulties."

Qin Ran squinted, looked at the same table, squinted slightly, and suddenly smiled, still so cynical, "Hello."

Lin Siran blushed slightly, left-handed and right-handed, "Are you left-handed?"

"Almost." Qin Ran's left hand was a little slow, and she was not in a hurry, so she wrote casually.

"The math teacher issued a paper in the morning, and I will put it in before handing it in." Lin Siran whispered.

Qin Ran's drawing, and really found a math paper, she glanced up and down, and then stuffed into the desk.

Just after touching the violin, she was in a better mood than she was a few days ago, not as cold and irritable as before.

She leaned her head, squinting those pretty apricot eyes, supporting her chin, and trailing the tail, "Can I not pay?"

Lin Siran flushed, immediately holding a pile of papers, and ran to the office.

Qin Ran gave a low smile between his throats, then pulled out a book, tilted his legs, and lazily wrote his name on a stroke.

There are too many people looking at Qin Ran in the classroom from time to time, even more than in the morning.

You can also see the boys from the foreign class swaying by the gate of Class Nine, leaning over and looking here.

Qin Ran was accustomed to this kind of gaze, and ignored it. She sat inside, wearing headphones on herself, and clicking on a recent super-hot competitive game in her mobile phone.

The boys around pushed and shoved each other, and finally stopped at her big brother's aura, not daring to step forward.

Not long after, Qiao Sheng and Xu Yaoguang came back.

Qiao Sheng sat down on his seat, his long legs bent, and then poked Xu Yaoguang's shoulder, lifting his chin towards a place, excitedly opening, "Look, that is Qin Ran!"

Xu Yaoguang took out the textbook to be used in the next lesson, his eyebrows drooped, and there was a kind of indifference that was thousands of miles away.

He didn't even lift his head.

The inch-sized boy next to him lowered his head and held his mobile phone, laughing sullenly, "Qiao Sheng, when will you see us Xu Shao let others go?"

"Don't, you fucking shut up." Qiao Sheng kicked his stool and felt bored. Then he asked, "Why are there so many people outside the door?"

"Look at that freshman." The inch-headed boy didn't raise his eyes and continued to flip the phone.

I don't know what I saw, I was stunned, and then held up my phone, "I... I seem to know why!"

Qiao Sheng looked at the phone screen.

It is a campus forum in China.

Highlight the top heading-[Does any of us have such a fair-faced young lady!Is it the school flower Qin language!Why haven't I seen it!

Further down is a picture.

At the street junction are the group of junior high school bastards. They are very dejected and there are a few places of blood on the ground. The girls in a school uniform are standing on the blood lazily.

Her figure was thin, her eyes were slightly lowered, her smile was bright, her cynicism was casual, her black hair crossed her eyebrows, even if she hadn't done a very high-definition picture, that delicate face Ren Qing's arrogance almost breaks through the lens.

Below, there are more than 500 replies.

2l: Give me all the information of this young lady in one minute!

3l: Qin Yu doesn’t look like this...she is wearing a school uniform of No.1 Middle School, is she freshman this year?!

No more than one hundred floors, there were people in Class 9 who responded in person immediately.

The inch-headed boy lowered his voice and leaned over, suppressing the excitement, "Do you know if a lieutenant colonel has been replaced?"

Qin Ran knew nothing about it.

She is wearing headphones to play games, sitting sideways, her school uniform is loose and wide open, inside is a white shirt, you can vaguely see the collarbone, very white.

Gu Xichi's phone is displayed above, and she hangs up without changing her face.

The other party reluctantly hit another one.

Qin Ran speeded up the game.

She propped up the table, stood up quickly, and got up and walked out.

With her movements, everyone outside the class looked at her direction.

The whispering class was suddenly silent.

A group of people surrounded the back door.

Qin Ran took the mobile phone and took off the headset with one hand, and said quite calmly, "Trouble, let it go."

"Wow—" The crowd let go.

Qin Ran passed through the crowd and went directly to the bathroom at the end of the gallery.

Gu Xichi's call came again.

She found a compartment, sat on the toilet, and pressed the talk button.

middle East.

Gu Xichi just finished bandaging a child, gently touched his head, and then took the phone to the side, the face was beautiful and handsome.

I lit myself a cigarette and laughed, "No text messages in the morning, I still hang up my phone."

"I'm at school," Qin Ran played with the headphone cable and spoke casually, "Something to say, I'm going to class."

"There is something," Gu Xi vomited the smoke ring late, took the medicine box that someone handed him, said thank you, and continued: "I checked the information you gave me."

"What did you find?" Qin Ran glanced outside the door.

Gu Xi paused, and then his voice was quiet, "Baby, I went to the Interpol, but why did you see your name at the Interpol? Did I look at it?"

Digression

The following is summarized by the Huafu sand sculptures: Xiaoxiang is the favorite concubine, and deduction is the cold palace.

No, what are you thinking about all day long...