Madam, Your Sockpuppet is Lost Again!

"Yangshen, are you still not busy enough?" The coach lowered his head, watching Yang Fei's post on Weibo, and tossed aside his mobile phone.

How did he forget that the person in front of him was desperate to resurrect Yi Jiming's ruthless character when he was left alone in the team?

Yang Fei said lightly, "Yes."

The coach didn't say anything. After thinking about it, he took out his mobile phone, opened the Weibo page, and followed Qin Ran's trumpet along Yang Fei's account.

If he met Qin Ran for the first time, he was a little uncertain, but now he has completely determined who that person is.

Although Yang Fei is impulsive to do so, he can understand it if he is really for that person.

"Go train." The coach patted Yang Fei's shoulder and told him to go quickly. "Don't take your cell phone."

Yang Fei ignored the sleeves and wanted to go chat with Qin Ran.

I don't feel that I have done anything important, so I went to train lightly.

The coach looked at his back, and before he could sigh a few words, the phone in his pocket went crazy.

Calling him was either a few elite professional players from other teams or the coaches of other teams.

Afterwards, they asked him if the ost team recruited new students, which was even worse than Yang Fei.

The coach uniformly answered no, it was Yang Fei's friend.

There are not many people who believe.

After several phone calls, the coach sighed. No wonder someone used the term "e-sports star" to describe Yang Fei, which was terrible.

He was not idle, and went directly to the studio to deal with the next problem.

One middle school and nine classes.

Lin Siran was holding a physical paper while writing, and looked at Qin Ran from time to time.

Qin Ran sat on a chair, tilted Erlang's legs, and turned some foreign novels casually, without raising his head. "There is nothing to say."

"Ran Ran, who gave you your pen?" Lin Siran put down the pen and said quietly.

"Just, the school doctor's office." Qin Ran returned to her, turned his head again, and asked, "How?"

"Ah, it's okay." Lin Siran raised his eyes and looked at Xia Fei, who was obviously not serious about writing in front of the left, and seemed to be in deep thought.

These two people never thought of seeing such an expensive pen.

Is it made of gold?

Lin Siran felt that if it was in her hands, she must not be willing to touch it, fearing that she might be worn out.

Qin Ran's cell phone rang, and someone was calling her.

No signature, but she knew it and missed it.

The phone rings again.

Qin Ran took the headset and mobile phone, lowered his eyebrows, and left the classroom directly, walking towards the bathroom.

She found an unoccupied cubicle, sitting on the toilet lid with a golden knife.

"What's the matter?" She put on her headphones and pressed her throat.

Yang Fei, holding Yi Jiming's mobile phone over there, paused.

When I just posted on Weibo, it was quite cool, but when I talked to Qin Ran, I felt a little uneasy.

"Qin Shen, there is one thing," Yang Fei touched his nose. "I've got your Weibo."

Qin Ran's eyes narrowed, a little sleepy, "En" did not respond much.

Yang Fei smiled, the delicate face seemed to have light, not afraid of death opening: "I told netizens that you are a teammate I want to cooperate with."

Not ashamed but proud.

Qin Ran: "..."

Never died?

She hung up very coldly and uninstalled Weibo.

Then he unfolded his phone and locked his account with Lin Siran's account to make sure that no hacker could reach her.

Yang Fei at the end of the phone handed the phone to Yi Jiming. He touched his nose again. "It's irritated. After training in the afternoon, please help me take a leave with the coach."

Yi Jiming shaved his head and knew what Yang Fei was going to do. His eyes lit up, "Can you..."

"No." Yang Fei refused very gently before he finished.

Class nine.

Lin Siran's cell phone in the table hole has been shaking, shaking constantly.

The boy at the front table couldn't stand it anymore. He turned around, knocked on Lin Siran's table, and looked at her very seriously: "Please take a look at your phone, aren't you afraid of it breaking?"

Lin Siran glanced at him, then touched his mobile phone from the table hole.

It was found that it was all news that Weibo was rising.

She is a personal Weibo, and only a few peers and classmates are related to each other, so there is no comment, and the Weibo reminder is not related.

At this moment she opened her whole body in a daze.

Her Weibo has 999+ news and 999+ likes, and 999+ new fans.

Lin Siran reacted for three seconds before remembering what she was going to do, and then exited Weibo expressionlessly, a few seconds later, reopened.

All the content shown above is still 999+.

"What's wrong with you?" The front table saw Lin Siran froze.

Lin Siran didn't answer, but clicked on the message to comment.

"Miss, ask who is qr (eating melon)"

"Why is the elder sister only paying attention to you?"

"Sister..."

Lin Siran followed Qin Ran's Weibo following these comments and found her instantly 200,000 fans!

She followed Qin Ran's Weibo to Yang Fei's Weibo, and the whole person was completely dumbfounded.

As an e-sports star, Yang Fei has already exceeded eight figures, and his latest comment of 130,000 on Weibo continues to increase.

Then follow his comments to Weibo, and found that the two letters "qr" have already ranked first in the hot search by everyone's manual search line.

Whether it is a hot search or an e-sports star like Yang Fei, as a student like Lin Siran, he is absolutely untouchable in his daily life.

A student like Meng Xinran came to Hengchuan No. 1 Middle School, and it turned upside down.

Lin Siran knew that Qin Ran was a little different, but did not expect that Qin Ran actually knew Yang Fei himself?

Does it still matter a lot?

How did Qin Ran know this group of people?

Qin Ran happened to be back from the toilet, his face clearly expressionless, but the pressure around him was low, and the voice in the class gradually became a little quieter.

Lin Siran turned his head and stared at Qin Ran, "Weibo..."

Qin Ran put the headphones in his ears and said calmly, "I'm not familiar with him, I don't know why he looked for my trumpet."

The calm she said could hardly find flaws.

Listen carefully, it seems to have some teeth.

Lin Siran tilted his head, nodded, and finally recovered.

Naturally, she doesn't know that she is not only familiar with Yang Fei but also the creator of the three god cards in her hands.

Lin Siran picked up the phone again and looked at it erraticly.

There are many rhythms on Weibo.

Before, Meng Xinran's rhythm may not be counted, but afterwards, the ost female esports player has too much rhythm.

ost official posted a micro-blog directly, proving that the first generation of ost players have female players.

The history of female players was not created because of someone.

On the other hand, Yang Fei is the undisputed first person in Kyushu.

Whether it is his three god cards, or his personal ability, or he led the domestic team to the international competition...

He was an uncrowned emperor in China.

The phrase "better than me" was issued, which first disturbed Yang Fei's fans.

Then it shocked the professional players in the e-sports circle.

Some people picked out the video of Yang Fei who only ranked "second" in the previous interview. They speculated whether this "qr" was the first person in the ranking.

They crawled in along the number qr and saw nothing.

Obviously it is a trumpet, with only one follower, few fans, and most of them are zombie fans.

No traces can be found.

Then immediately they found that Yi Jiming and ost's coaches all paid attention to this trumpet.

As soon as the news came out, several coaches of several veteran e-sports teams in China and several ace elders also paid attention to this number silently.

"This man must be a big man!"

"For the first time, I saw the first generation of retired ace old men coming out, so I really want to know who this qr is!"

"So qr is really good at writing Yang?"

"Silently... Is there a first-generation fan, do you think she is Qin Shen..."

Because there were few first-generation fans, this comment was drowned in the comment army.

Not ten minutes.

The two letters "qr" were hotly searched without expecting Qin Ran.

The four words "hand speed first" also came first.

The news was so big that as soon as the news came out, everyone's attention was madly gathered at the point of "worse than Yang Fei".

Until the heat subsided a little, these talents reacted to a problem.

So what Yang Fei said in the exhibition game that day should be this trumpet qr, not Meng Xinran?!

So what happened to the series of rhythms afterwards?

In particular, Meng Xinran also posted a Weibo post today about everyone in the ost team. Not only did no one respond, but Yang Fei also posted such a microblog.

The ost team official website also immediately sent a clarification Weibo.

In this way, the Weibo before Meng Xinran seemed a bit ridiculous.

Meng Xinran's previous fans were all Yang Fei's fans. Yang Fei personally posted on Weibo, and Yang Fei's fans and some passers-by immediately stopped paying attention to Meng Xinran.

There are also scolding her under the Weibo for fun.

Meng Xinran's wave of operations is really disgusting, treating all netizens as fools.

For this reason, Meng Xinran's black powder rose sharply.

The previous few entertainment bloggers who looked at the situation were wrong and immediately deleted the Weibo that they had reposted.

However, Meng Xinran's Weibo cannot be deleted. She is the hotspot of netizens. Netizens have already taken screenshots of her Weibo.

It was not too late when Meng Xinran got the news.

It was a picture taken by her friend in Beijing.

Previously because of Yang Fei, these gimmicks sucked more than one million powder into her, and now everything turned into a bubble.

She looked at the screenshot given by her friend, her fingers were tight.

A class has already secretly looked back at Meng Xinran.

Meng Xinran pursed her lips and her face was cold, how could it not be her?!

The ost team always has a few girls, and no one is faster than her!

She stared at the trumpet trumpet, thinking of a Weibo post she had just posted, and she turned red.

Some could not stand the eyes of others. She took sunglasses and went to the office to take a leave with Li Airong.

Just happened to meet Qin Ran who was found by a physics teacher.

Meng Xinran still didn't glance at her, and went over her directly.

There was no deliberate ridicule, but she was not taken into consideration.

For Meng Xinran, no matter how embarrassed she is, this kind of person is not comparable.

In the middle of the afternoon in class, the news on Weibo only circulated in a small circle.

These students didn't spread until the afternoon after school.

Qin Ran went directly to the school medical room.

Lu Zhaoying is showing a boy a neck in the school's medical room. The other party seems to be sleeping, and Lu Zhaoying is giving him a plaster.

Qin Ran put his backpack on the table, Cheng Jun raised his head.

"Your classmates like your pen very much?" Cheng Jun put away the scalpel, and slowly, when asked.

Qin Ran leaned on the back of the chair, his eyebrows were low and he didn't look so annoying, he said vaguely: "Yes."

Cheng Jun opened the drawer and took a pen out of it. "Like yours, take it to your classmates."

After thinking for a while, Cheng Jun opened his mouth and said seriously, "You have a bad temper, and someone can make friends with you. It's not easy."

Qin Ran: "...?"

She recalled what her grandmother often said, saying she was alone in fear of her death.

I always feel that there are similarities.

outside.

Lu Zhaoying sent away the student who had fallen asleep.

While talking to Cheng Mu, he was tweeting Weibo. He didn't do much tweeting today. He was afraid he couldn't help beating Meng Xinran.

The door of the school hospital room was knocked again.

"Student, it's time to go off work..." Lu Zhaoying played with his mobile phone and looked up, before he finished speaking, he was stuck in his throat.

The person came wearing a black sweater with a hat on his head and a mask on his face.

Hearing Lu Zhaoying's words, he took off his mask and a very polite smile appeared on his face. "Excuse me, Qin...Well, is Qin Ran here?"

Lu Zhaoying heard his soul uttering: "Qin... Qin Xiaoran, please come out to Lao Tzu!"

Digression

Is such that.

Qiao Sheng: Lin Siran, do you play trumpet without me?

Sister Ran is about to go to Beijing. Although she will not stay for a few days, it is still a legend (quietly forced from the ticket ticket)...

good night_