Madam, Your Sockpuppet is Lost Again!

The game of Kyushu has been out for five years.

Qin Ran used to be more impetuous than he is now. From the beginning of junior high school, he often took out a backpack and played in an internet cafe for an afternoon.

The teacher looked for Chen Shulan, and Chen Shulan didn't care too much.

Qin Ran gathered all the three character cards of land, person, and sky in the Internet cafe, and then went to the competition list.

At that time, games were not popular. The few people who played were still the earliest districts. They did not distinguish between countries. People in any country in a district.

But at that time her id was not qr, just a q.

If there are still old players in a zone, it will be remembered that the name q has been dominating various arenas since then.

Despise the heroes.

Although Meng Xinran has a fast hand, she has always been a substitute in the ost team. The reason is very simple. Her consciousness, position and understanding of character cards are not deep.

Her proud hand speed is a piece of paper in front of Qin Ran, full of loopholes.

There was still no one in the whole class nine.

Qin Ran's hand stood up against the computer desk, while the other held the mouse and closed the game page.

Turn around.

A row of people stood behind him, all standing still.

Qin Ran narrowed his eyes slightly, "Let's let, rush to write homework."

After thinking about it, I said very politely: "Thank you."

The crowd stiffened to make way.

Qin Ran returned to his seat and drew a piece of sugar from the table. His eyes were hanging and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Peel off and bite into the mouth.

There was no loud noise around.

Qin Ran tilted Erlang's legs and felt a little better when he was holding the pen. He continued to bow his head and practiced his words slowly.

Qin Ran's horror is not clearer than Meng Xin, who played with Qin Ran.

At the beginning of the competition, she had little time to react, and Ming Ran Qin Ran's hand speed was not fast, but Meng Xinran was crushed from start to finish.

Even though Meng Xinran was proud, she had to admit that she couldn't find Qin Ran's loopholes.

But why is Qin Ran so powerful?

Supreme Twenty Stars?

Why has she never seen the qr id in the national service?

There is an inexplicable familiarity in the mind.

Meng Xinran put aside this want to fight

She looked up at Qin Ran's direction. The other party still practiced slowly, not moving.

Meng Xinran was hard to accept that her face lost to an unknown person was so dark, she turned around silently and left Class 9.

Fingertips pinched in the palm.

A squad leader turned around and wanted to keep up with Meng Xinran.

But they were stopped by He Wen, Qiao Sheng leaned against the board newspaper at the back of the classroom, his hands clasped his chest, and raised his eyebrows to look at the squad leader, "Did you forget something?"

It's natural to say something called dad.

The face of a group of people changed.

At first they thought that Meng Xinran would never lose, so they made a bet.

Who knows that a Qin Ran will come out?

A group of people looked at each other, and then lowered their heads, some reluctantly opened their mouths, and called out "Daddy", who did not lift their heads out of class nine.

Trotting to catch up with Meng Xinran.

"That Qin Ran is so fierce..." one spoke.

The squad leader looked at him immediately.

The man immediately changed his mind: "That Qin Ran's consciousness and position are better than you, but this one can be practiced, but her hand speed can't be practiced, and her hand speed is flawed."

At this time, Class Nine.

After a group of people left, they fell into silence again, and everyone looked at each other.

He Wenqing cleared his throat and forced his eyes away from Qin Ran, "Lin Siran, your account number is..."

Lin Siran opened a chair casually and sat down very patiently: "Ran Ran trained for me."

Xu Yaoguang also looked at Qin Ran's back. His eyes were always cold. At this time, he squinted slightly, as if he could see the light.

He leaned sideways on the table and looked at Lin Siran: "She gave you your three god cards."

"Ah?" Lin Siran looked up blankly, pretending to be innocent.

Just now Qin Ran did not open her card page, Lin Siran naturally knew what she meant.

Xu Yaoguang leaned aside, his thin lips squeezed, his eyes deep.

He looked at Lin Siran for a long while, then withdrew his eyes silently.

He sat back silently in his seat.

Others also reacted at this time.

"So," the representative of Class 8 Physics, who knew what he had missed, swallowed hard. He looked at Lin Siran blankly. "You were serious about letting Ran to play the arena for me last time?"

Lin Siran put his hands on the table, of course, "Nonsense, when am I kidding you."

He Wen, who had also rejected Qin Ran, looked up and was unrequited. "I will let her play games for me now. Is it too late?"

Lin Siran lifted his chin towards Qin Ran, "Go find her yourself."

He Wen and the representatives of Class 8 Physics could not help glancing at Qin Ran's direction.

The other party was half lying on the table, holding a lollipop in his mouth, holding a pen, and seemed to be seriously practicing his writing.

In short, no matter what she is doing, even the back is not easy to mess with.

"Dare not ask, Lin Siran, Sister Lin, you are also my sister from today," He Wen and others looked at Lin Siran seriously. "Can you lend me your number to play with."

Three god cards...

People in the class must be more curious about Qin Ran than Lin Siran.

But Qin Ran was wearing headphones and was half leaning against the wall to practice writing. He seemed to be very good between his eyebrows and eyes.

Lin Siran was annoyed by these people for one night, so she could easily return to her seat. She held her chin in her hand and leaned her head to look at Qin Ran.

Qin Ran held the pen and wrote more slowly than ever.

"Ran Ran, is your grass about to die?" Suddenly remembering something, Lin Siran straightened his waist, and his spirit was shocked.

Qin Ran coughed, and then pulled the red rope between his neck.

The grass in the glass bottle really wilted, and it was a little yellow.

This thing is time-limited and does not work with water.

She put it back again and continued to practice writing, not much concerned about the opening: "Withered, it's okay."

"It may not be possible tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, I will give you a new grass the day after tomorrow." Lin Siran took out a piece of paper, took another pen, and drew on the paper for a while.

She bit her pen.

After a long while, the time was fixed.

Qin Ran tilted Erlang's legs, didn't pay much attention, just a sleepy "en".

Behind.

Xu Yaoguang had physics materials on his desk. He turned a few pages. After doing a big physics question, he was a bit impetuous.

Put down the pen.

Leaned back on the chair.

Later, Qiao Sheng was discussing the game today.

Xu Yaoguang narrowed his eyes, then turned around and glanced at Qiao Sheng, "Qiao Sheng, I think you are not surprised by Qin Ran's performance today?"

"I have seen all three of Lin Siran's cards. Sister Ran is nothing." Qiao Sheng lowered his pen and chuckled.

Xu Yaoguang pursed his lips, and there was something wrong in his intuition, but he couldn't tell.

He turned his head back.

Take out a brand new draft paper.

I wrote three words with a neutral pen.

The first line-qr.

The second line-q.

He stared at these two lines for a long while, and finally murmured, "A word is missing..."

"What?" The fellow at the side turned his head.

Xu Yaoguang shook his head, "Nothing."

He reached out, crumpled the piece of paper, and threw it back.

It happened to be thrown into the trash can.

The next day, in the morning.

Qin Ran did not go to the cafeteria to eat, but went to the school medical room.

Lu Zhaoying sat sleepily on his office chair.

Qin Ran knew that he must have played a game again and went directly to him to find Cheng Jun.

Cheng Jun was leaning on the sofa reading a book. When she saw her, she yawned lazily. She didn't seem to sleep well. There was a little nasal voice in her voice. "Wait a minute, Cheng Mu will come back immediately."

"I'm not in a hurry," except for the physics teacher, other teachers were very forgiving to her. Qin Ran sat opposite him, supporting the side of the sofa with his hand, "Will you make a specimen?"

"What type?" Cheng Jun raised his eyes, pulled the blanket on his body, and set it aside.

Qin Ran took out the grass Lin Lin gave her from the sweater.

It's almost dying, but I can't hold it today.

Her sweater seemed to have been brought back from Cheng Jun last time.

The white coat outside.

The sweater is black, casual and loose. She pulls the glass vial with the red thread around her finger. The collar moves and she can just see the collarbone that was covered before.

The clothes were too loose, and the collarbone became thinner.

The contrast between black and white is also sharp.

Cold and gentle .

The gaze went uncontrollably.

Cheng Jun looked up.

Qin Ran pulled it off directly and handed it to Cheng Jun, "Look at it."

Cheng Jun gave some careless "en", then took a look, his voice lowered, "Almost, let Cheng Mu bring some things back later, just two days later."

Qin Ran propped his chin and tilted his head to look at Cheng Jun.

She admired two kinds of people all her life. One was a researcher who still kept her salary of 3,000 yuan but was still attached to this profession.

Second, no matter what you do, you can be patient.

She can't do it. It's not something she is interested in. She can't sit still.

She used to go around with Pan Mingyue.

Perhaps their elementary school teacher did not expect that she and Pan Mingyue, the penultimate and the penultimate, will one day become the dark horse of Hengchuan No. 1 Middle School.

Cheng Mu quickly returned from outside and brought breakfast.

Qin Ran sits on a chair, leaning on the back of the chair, holding a spoon in one hand to drink porridge, and holding a mobile phone to send a message to Chang Ning——

[Is there a list recently?

It is rare to see Qin Ran so progressive, Chang Ningsheng was afraid that she would regret it, and a two-page list was issued in one second.

Qin Ran opened the big picture and turned it around.

Cheng Mu brought her a glass of milk and saw Qin Ran facing a pile of Martian script.

He was curious, "Miss Qin, what is this?"

"Sherlock Holmes code." Qin Ran took a sip of porridge and talked nonsense.

This is a special translation code for 129, which can only be understood by those who have read it.

Qin Ran is not afraid of Cheng Mu's recognition.

Cheng Mu glanced at Qin Ran quietly.

After turning over two pages of paper, Qin Ran didn't find the list he wanted, he just deleted it, and he went back again—

[Are there any others?

Without saying a word, Chang Ning played a voice call directly.

His remark Qin Ran wrote a "c", not afraid that someone would recognize it.

Qin Ran hung up with no expression, but didn't answer.

Lu Zhaoying yawned and came to see Qin Ran, his hand covering his mouth paused, and yawned and stopped halfway.

Think of Qin Ran's knowledge of Yang Fei.

He wanted to grab Qin Ran and asked him a lot, but Cheng Jun was not there.

After breakfast, Qin Ran returned to Class 9.

Cheng Jun also went back inside, lying half on the sofa and asking Cheng Mu to buy something.

Jun Ye is more interested.

From elementary school to now, there are almost a hundred kinds of occupations.

Cheng Mu turned to leave. Yu Guang saw the glass bottle in Cheng Jun's hand and paused. "Sir, this is..."

Cheng Jun's hand directly blocked Cheng Mu's eyes.

He looked at Cheng Mu with no expression, and said slowly: "What are you looking at?"

Cheng Mu: "..."

Oh, understand, Miss Qin.

On this side, Qin Ran has arrived at Class 9.

Class 9 is still very lively.

A group of people gathered around He Wen and watched He Wen playing games. He Wen used Lin Siran's number.

If Li Airong passed by at this time, he must frown again, and felt that the study atmosphere of Class 9 was not enough.

Qiao Sheng was half lying on the table, and his phone displayed a Weibo page. After a long while, he looked at Qin Ran’s direction, and then sent a circle of friends on WeChat—

[Playing without me, sour.

With picture, lemon essence.

After posting, a dozen comments and comments were added.

Qiao Sheng was too lazy to turn back and returned to the Weibo interface.

He sat sideways on his seat, his long legs back in the aisle, his head propped up with one hand.

Xu Yaoguang took another set of papers from the physics teacher during class.

When it was sent to Qin Ran, Qin Ran was lying on the table, took out the school uniform he hadn't worn for a long time, and covered his head, vaguely, and the headphone cable leaked out, I don't know if he was sleeping.

Her cell phone is on the table.

It seemed that someone sent her a video, which kept on, and she didn't care.

Everyone around was automatically one meter away from her.

Xu Yaoguang paused. If in the past, he must have put Qin Ran's paper directly on her head. He has always been a person who does not care about others' ideas.

Qiao Sheng was right, he only cares about Qin in this school.

His eyes were drooping, and after thinking for a while, he placed two rolls on Lin Siran's table.

After sending the paper back to the seat, Qiao Sheng was still watching Weibo.

Xu Yaoguang casually pulled his stool away, glanced casually, and tightened his hand on the stool.

He pulled Qiao Sheng's cell phone directly.

Qiao Sheng still stopped on the Weibo page.

The above is the Weibo post by Yang Fei.

Digression

Many stories can only be developed by the capital, so I feel so uncomfortable babies...

Sleep again after voting, good night~