Madam, Your Sockpuppet is Lost Again!

Meng Xinran looked at the admission ticket that fell from the book and didn't reach for it.

I just glanced at the people around me, sneered, and did not speak, but the smile on my face looked mocking.

Qin Ran rarely studied in the classroom at noon recently.

Lin Siran came earlier than Qin Ran.

She came and clicked, and she saw a mess.

Her desk was pushed aside, Qin Ran's desk fell to the ground, a pile of love letters and extracurricular books scattered on the ground, and then a mess of review materials.

"How did Ran's desk become like this?" Lin Siran squatted down, reached for the book, and then looked up at the table, squinting: "You two are fighting?"

"No, how dare we fight with her?" The boy at the front table shrunk his head, lowered his eyes, and whispered: "Come and put away Sister Ran's things, we dare not move her things." "

Qin Ran looked at Dang'er Lang as usual, but she hadn't touched her temper in the class, but she was a gangster-level figure.

Even Wei Zihang treated her as a younger brother.

Several times throughout the whole middle school, I couldn't find someone who really dared to provoke her.

Lin Siran was sorting out the book, and when she saw the reaction at the front desk, she slowly put it down again.

Stand up and glance at class nine.

The people in Class 9 are almost here, but the people who are missing are actually very visible.

Qiao Sheng, Xu Yaoguang Qin Ran, and the new student Meng Xinran.

"Speak, what the hell is going on?" Lin Siran moved his desk to the original place and said calmly.

The others looked at each other, and then talked about Meng Xinran's things.

"You have to collect Sister Ran's things first, or she will be angry when she comes later." The front table spoke again.

At that time it was Shurachang.

Lin Siran straightened his crooked book, listening to the words on the front table, his eyes became colder, "No."

Others in the class felt awkward.

"If you don't have the guts to face Sister Ran, why didn't anyone stop her at that time?" Lin Siran stood there and saw a very pale footprint on the page of Qin Ran's original book. She smiled and looked at the whole class. Scanning it again, his eyes were cold: "These books are here, no one should move."

The rest of Class 9 dare not speak, and today the atmosphere of Class 9 is extremely depressed.

On this side, Qiao Sheng and Xu Yaoguang are still eating out.

Two people are very particular about eating.

Tomorrow to go to the ost team exhibition game, Qiao Sheng decided to eat hot pot at noon to celebrate, was originally intended to be called Meng Xinran, but Meng Xinran's diet is sweet.

The hot pot was steaming hot, and a layer of red oil rolled on it.

Qiao Sheng took a bite of fat beef and spicyly sought cold drinks everywhere.

The mobile phone placed on the seat rang several times, and finally was reminded by the waiter that Qiao Sheng saw it.

He reheated the dishes while pressing the answer button, "He Wen, why are you looking for me?"

The voice is slow and melodious.

He Wen's voice was stuck in his throat, tense, "Qiao Sheng, something bad happened, our class is earthquake!"

"What's the shock? Speak well." Qiao Sheng was picking vegetables again.

"That Meng Xinran pushed Sister Ran's desk!" He Wen took a deep breath and said solemnly.

Qiao shook his hand, he narrowed his eyes: "What's going on? You say slowly."

"Meng Xinran's ticket was lost. She found it in the book of Sister Ran. Come back to the class. If you don't come back, it will be an earthquake."

Qiao Sheng put down his chopsticks, pulled out a tissue and wiped his mouth, his eyes narrowed: "You wait for me to come back."

Xu Yaoguang sat on the seat opposite him, squinting slightly when he heard his voice.

Qiao Sheng and Xu Yaoguang went back quickly.

When he returned to Class Nine, Class Nine was silent.

Qin Ran and Meng Xinran were both absent.

Only Lin Siran was sitting on the seat and was writing a problem book.

Qiao Sheng glanced at it, and Qin Ran gave Lin Siran the exercise book.

Lin Siran's progress during this period is obvious to all. Although not to mention, these people know that Lin Siran's progress has a lot to do with Qin Ran.

Qiao Sheng frowned and looked at the books scattered all over the place, as well as a few lollipops rolling aside.

Qin Ran's two tables were far apart, he walked in directly, stooped down and started to pick up the book, "Li Siran, why didn't you pick up Ran's book?"

Even before picking up a copy, Lin Siran stopped, "Qiao Sheng, you better not move."

She couldn't hear any waves.

"Sister Ran has a good memory, she remembers how she was when she left, and you know it even if you set it up." Lin Siran wrote a word, and she couldn't calm down.

"Fuck!" Qiao kicked the table in front of him.

"Dangdang" sounded.

No one else in the class dared to look up.

Lin Siran still had no expression on his face.

Qiao Sheng simply took out his mobile phone and called Meng Xinran. He was hung up by Meng Xinran for the first time, and Meng Xinran took it up the second time.

"Did you see that ticket?" Meng Xinran sneered.

Qiao Sheng swept the floor, and saw the ticket falling on the ground, with a corner still in the original book.

"You are too impulsive, Sister Ran will not do such a thing." Qiao Sheng leaned on Lin Siran's table, his voice was very deep.

"No? Then I ask you, why is my ticket in her book?" Meng Xinran sat in the coffee shop and sneered. "She is the last one in the class, not who else can she be?"

Meng Xinran leaned on the back of the chair, stirring the coffee with a spoon.

The smile sarcastically, "So, Qiao Sheng, what do you mean by making this call? Maintain her?"

Meng Xinran does not know who can take her ticket except Qin Ran?

This arrogant behavior without any cover-up is really like Qin Ran's.

"This matter is still clear in public, I am not defending her, but I trust her, you come back first, I will help you find out this matter." Qiao Sheng took a deep breath.

"How to check? The ticket in her book is the best explanation. Do you want to say that the ticket is her own?" Meng Xinran felt ridiculous. "Qiao Sheng, do you believe this sentence?"

Qin Ran's ticket is really difficult to explain.

Qiao Sheng squatted down and looked at the ticket on the floor.

Hanging up again looked up at the books all over the floor, still a headache.

"Someone informed Sister Ran?" Qiao Sheng glanced at the people in the class.

The others shook their heads.

Who dares to poke Qin Ran?

I’m afraid I don’t know how to write it.

Qiao Sheng took a deep breath, took out his phone, looked at Qin Ran's phone number for a while, and finally pressed it.

At this time, Qin Ran was lying on the desk in the school's medical room to practice copybooks.

Holding a pen in his left hand, writing one stroke at a time, quite annoying.

"Qin Xiaoran, the word is a person's facade, write it well, and I will find a copybook specially tailored to you by Grandpa Jun." Lu Zhaoying held the pen and looked at Qin Ran as if he couldn't help being irritable and quickly opened his mouth.

"Do you know who this is?" Lu Zhaoying looked mysterious.

Qin Ran was half lying on the table, speaking weakly, "Who?"

The tone was faint, and there was no interest at all.

"Jiang Jinyuan, Master Jiang, his calligraphy and paintings are of the highest contemporary collection value. Do you know how many collectors are willing to spend a fortune to buy his calligraphy and paintings? Unfortunately, he is very shallow and no one can invite him." Lu Zhaoying said, Sigh again.

"Oh." Qin Ran was not familiar with this Jiang Jinyuan, nor did he have a database in his mind.

So it seems to be lacking.

"You are like this, you are going to be killed in Beijing." Lu Zhaoying watched the expression on Qin Ran's face not change at all, completely convinced.

Jiang Jinyuan is an idle Confucian, but he has a deep social relationship in Beijing, and there are really few people who can move him.

Not to mention let him write a copybook to come to Qin Ran to practice writing.

After thinking for a while, Lu Zhaoying went to the box containing the copybooks, and there were several copybooks copied by Master Jiang himself.

Not to mention that these copybooks are hard to find, just how much face Master Jiang would have to do this.

Looking at Qin Ran's calligraphy, Lu Zhaoying couldn't help but think that if Cheng Lao came forward, could Master Jiang be asked to write a special post for someone?

Thinking deeper, I hope the hope is really small.

Thinking of this, Lu Zhaoying glanced at Qin Ran again, did you know you practiced a copybook and spent eight digits of rb?

There are rumors in the upper-class society of the capital that the Cheng family has money, but Lu Zhaoying did not expect that Cheng Jun will have more money...

No wonder someone hates riches.

Lu Zhaoying himself was a bit sour.

Qin Ran was very irritable at noon today.

Characters need to be qualitative. For Qin Ran, the word "qualitative" basically does not exist.

When Qiao Sheng called, she was impatient and pressed her throat: "Say."

It's cold and dry.

One word alone is enough to dissuade Qiao Sheng.

Qiao Sheng paused again before carefully speaking: "Something happened in the class, Sister Ran, are you free to come to the class?"

In his own tone, Qiao Sheng dare to say such a thing.

Something went wrong. Qin Ran hung up the phone and threw the pen on the table. "The class has something to find me. I'll go back first."

Lu Zhaoying looked at the pen lost by Qin Ran, and his heart trembled.

That pen is Cheng Jun's, even if it's a nail clipper, it's an unimaginable price for others.

Qin Ran took a cap and buckled it on his head, and walked to Class Nine.

Class 9 was very quiet, especially after Qiao Sheng made the call, the others did not dare to show up.

The back door was slowly pushed open.

A while ago, Class 9 was very self-disciplined, but there were also people who whispered about the subject, and even now a quiet needle can be heard even if it falls off.

Qin Ran raised his eyebrows and walked inside.

Xu Yaoguang sat in the penultimate position in the back and looked up at her.

Qiao Sheng and He Wen are all standing on Lin Siran's side.

Qin Ran walked through a group again, only to see the victory on Lin Siran's side.

Her books were scattered, the footprints on several foreign documents were clear, and some were torn because of inertia.

Qin Ran raised his hand and took off the cap.

The air in the class almost condensed, as if it were a balloon to the limit. As long as someone moved a little, they could slam and burst.

Other people's heads can't wait to be buried in books.

Qiao Sheng also opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

Just when others were frightened, there was a low chuckle in the classroom, and there was no pleasure.

Qiao Sheng and others couldn't help but look at Qin Ran, but saw her black eyes and white eyes slightly reddish.

Even laughing seems extremely dangerous.

"Lin Siran, you tell me." Qin Ran leaned to the side, the tone of the voice was light and soft, he could not hear the anger, there was a trace of laziness between his words and actions.

Lin Siran closed the book and made it clear what he knew.

"Sister Ran," Qiao Sheng coughed, "You can rest assured that I will deal with this matter properly for you."

Qiao Sheng is the master of the Qiao family, everyone in the school knows it.

He must deal with this matter very simply.

"No," Qin Ran refused. She reached out and took out her mobile phone, and then dialed a phone to go out. "Do you have twenty people?"

There was no answer.

Qin Ran nodded and hung up the phone directly.

He didn't speak, didn't pack his books, he leaned to one side, his eyes closed, and his phone was turned.

Within five minutes, Wei Zihang came coldly.

People in Class 9 have heard Wei Zihang's legend, and are even more disturbed.

Wei Zihang still had a cigarette in his mouth. When he glanced at it, he saw Qin Ran's desk, smiling evilly: "It's so bold."

"This." Qin Ran raised his chin and pointed to Meng Xinran's position.

Wei Zihang didn't say anything, and directly started to lift Meng Xinran's desk into the corridor.

People in Class 9 don't know what Qin Ran is doing.

Qiao Sheng glanced at Wei Zihang, afraid that Qin Ran would disturb the school and went directly behind Qin Ran, "Sister Ran, what are you doing now?"

The others looked at each other and followed.

When I went out, I saw Qin Ran leaning on the corridor, leaning his head, his side eyebrows showing arrogance, still the young man's lightness.

She was not too slow to throw Meng Xinran's books down one by one from the fifth floor.

Downstairs, in order to avoid hitting people, twenty people cleared an open space.

Digression

Lord Ran is Lord Ran after all~

The xx event ends at 24pm, and finally ask for a wave of tickets, babies!

Then the dogs, Huahua’s computer was not repaired, and my sister’s grandma’s machine was taken out. It takes ten minutes to boot up, and typing and line-feeding are also slow... Thieves are not used to it, so the latest update time will be a little late, I hope tomorrow will be good ...