Madam, Your Sockpuppet is Lost Again!

Meng Xinran looked at the admission ticket that fell from the book, but didn't reach out to take it.

He just glanced at the people around him, sneered, and didn't say anything, just a mocking smile on his face.

Qinran seldom studied in the classroom at noon recently.

Lin Siran came earlier than Qin Ran.

When she came, she pressed it, and saw a mess.

Her desk was pushed aside, and Qinran's desk fell to the ground. There were scattered piles of love letters and extracurricular books, and then a messy pile of review materials.

"How did Ran Ran's desk become like this?" Lin Siran squatted down, stretched out his hand and began to pick up books, then raised his head, looked at the front desk, and squinted: "Did you two fight?"

"No, how dare we fight with her?" The boy at the front table shrank his head, lowered his eyes, and said in a low voice: "Hurry up and put away sister Ran's things, we don't dare to touch hers. "

Qinran usually looks at the foolishness, but she has never lost her temper in class, but she is a big boss.

Even Wei Zihang treats her like a younger brother.

Even after counting the entire No. 1 Middle School, she couldn't find anyone who really dared to provoke her.

Lin Siran was arranging the books, but when she saw the reaction from the front desk, she slowly put down the books again.

Standing up, he glanced at Class Nine.

Almost all the people from class nine have come, and the lack of people is actually very obvious.

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

"Tell me, what's going on?" Lin Siran moved his desk to its original place and spoke calmly.

The others looked at each other in blank dismay, and then hesitantly told what happened to Meng Xinran earlier.

"Put away sister Ran's things first, or she will be angry when she comes later." The front desk spoke again.

At that time, it will be the Shura field.

Lin Siran straightened his crooked book, and listening to the words at the front desk, his eyes became colder and colder, "I won't accept it."

The rest of the class trembled.

"I didn't have the guts to face Sister Ran, why didn't anyone stop her at that time?" Lin Siran stood where she was, and saw that there was a very faint footprint on the page of Qin Ran's precious original book, she smiled, and looked at the whole class. Scanning it once, his eyes were indifferent: "These books are placed here, and no one should touch them."

The rest of Class Nine did not dare to speak, and the atmosphere in Class Nine was extremely depressing today.

**

On this side, Qiao Sheng and Xu Yaoguang were still eating outside.

The two are still very particular about food.

Tomorrow he was going to watch the OST team exhibition match, Qiao Sheng decided to have hot pot for lunch to celebrate. He originally planned to call Meng Xinran, but Meng Xinran's diet was sweet.

The hot pot is steaming, with a layer of red oil rolling over it.

Qiao Sheng ate a mouthful of fat beef, looking for cold drinks everywhere.

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

While reboiling the dishes, he pressed the answer button, "He Wen, why are you looking for me?"

The voice is slow and pleasant.

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

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

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

Qiao sounded his hand, and he narrowed his eyes: "What's going on? You speak slowly."

"Meng Xinran lost her ticket. She found it in Sister Ran's book. You should go back to class. If you don't come back, there will be a big earthquake."

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

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

**

Qiao Sheng and Xu Yaoguang went back quickly.

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

Both Qin Ran and Meng Xinran were absent.

Only Lin Siran was sitting on the seat, writing an exercise book.

Qiao Sheng glanced at it, the exercise book was given to Lin Siran by Qin Ran.

Lin Siran's progress during this period is obvious to all. Although they don't say anything, these people know that Lin Siran's progress has a lot to do with Qin Ran.

Qiao Sheng frowned as he looked at the scattered books and a few lollipops rolled aside.

The two tables before and after Qin Ran were far apart, so he walked in directly, bent down and began to pick up books, "Li Siran, why don't you pick up Sister Ran's books?"

Before picking up a copy, Lin Siran stopped him, "Qiao Sheng, you'd better not move."

Her voice could not hear any waves.

"Sister Ran has a good memory. When she leaves, she remembers how the book is. Even if you arrange it, she will know it." Lin Siran wrote a word, but couldn't calm down, so she simply put down the pen again.

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

"Bang Dang" 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, but Meng Xinran hung up the first time, only to pick up the second time.

"Did you see that ticket?" Meng Xinran said mockingly.

Qiao Sheng scanned the ground, and saw that it was floating on the ground, with an original book ticket stuck in one corner.

"You're too impulsive, Sister Ran won't do such a thing." Qiao Sheng leaned against Lin Siran's table, his voice was very deep.

"No? Then let me ask you, why is my ticket in her book?" Meng Xinran sat in the coffee shop and sneered, "She was the last one to leave in the class, who else could it be?"

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

With a sarcastic smile, "So, Qiao Sheng, what do you mean by making this call? To defend her?"

Meng Xinran didn't know who else could get her ticket besides Qin Ran?

This kind of arrogant and undisguised behavior really resembles Qinran.

"It's better to clarify this matter in public. I'm not defending her, but I trust her. You come back first, and I'll help you find out about this matter." Qiao Sheng took a deep breath.

"How else to check? The ticket in her book is the best explanation. Are you going to say that ticket is her own?" Meng Xinran found it ridiculous, "Qiao Sheng, do you believe this sentence?"

Qinran's ticket is really difficult to explain.

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

Hang looked up again and looked at the books all over the floor, but still had a headache.

"Has anyone notified Sister Ran?" Qiao Sheng glanced at the class.

Everyone else shook their heads.

How could anyone dare to poke Qin Ran?

I'm afraid I don't know how to write dead characters.

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

**

At this time, Qin Ran was practicing calligraphy on the table in the school doctor's office.

Holding a pen in his left hand, he wrote stroke by stroke, quite fidgety.

"Qin Xiaoran, handwriting is a person's appearance. Write it well, and I will find Master Juan to customize a copybook for you." Lu Zhaoying held a pen, looked at Qin Ran who seemed to be irritable, and spoke quickly.

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

Qin Ran lay half prone on the table, and said weakly, "Who?"

The tone is light, and there is no interest at all.

"Jiang Jinyuan, Master Jiang, his calligraphy and paintings are the most valuable in contemporary collections. Do you know how many collectors are willing to spend a lot of money to buy his calligraphy and paintings? It's a pity that he lives in a shallow place, 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 any database in his mind.

So it seems uninterested.

"If you do this, you will be beaten to death in the capital." Lu Zhaoying saw that the expression on Qinran's face did not change at all, and was completely convinced.

Jiang Jinyuan is an idle Confucian, but he has a deep social network in the capital, and there are really few people who can invite him.

Not to mention asking him to write a special copybook for Qinran to practice calligraphy.

After thinking about it, Lu Zhaoying went to look in the box containing the copybooks, and there were several copybooks copied by Master Jiang himself.

Not to mention that these copybooks are hard to come by, just how much face it takes for Master Jiang to do this.

Seeing Qinran practicing calligraphy, Lu Zhaoying couldn't help thinking, if Mr. Cheng came forward, could he invite Master Jiang to write a copybook for one person?

Thinking about it deeply, it seems that there is not much hope.

Thinking of this, Lu Zhaoying glanced at Qin Ran again, did you know that you spent eight figures in RMB to practice a copybook?

It was rumored in the upper class of the capital that the Cheng family was rich, but Lu Zhaoying never expected that Cheng Juan would have so much money...

No wonder some people hate the rich.

Lu Zhaoying himself was a little sour.

Qinran was very irritable when she practiced calligraphy at noon today.

Practicing calligraphy requires qualitative, and the word "qualitative" basically does not exist for Qin Ran.

When Qiao Sheng called, she spoke impatiently, pressing her throat: "Say."

It was cold and dry.

Just one word is enough to dissuade Qiao Sheng.

Qiao Sheng paused again before opening his mouth cautiously: "Something happened in the class, Sister Ran, are you free to come to class?"

With his own tone, Qiao Sheng dared to say such a thing.

Thinking something happened, Qin Ran hung up the phone and threw the pen on the table, "The class needs me, I'll go back first."

Lu Zhaoying's heart trembled as he looked at the pen that Qin Ran had thrown away.

That pen belonged to Cheng Juan, and things about Cheng Juan, even a nail scissors, were unimaginable prices for others.

**

Qin Ran casually took a peaked cap and put it on her head, and walked to class nine.

Class 9 was originally very quiet, especially after Qiao Sheng made that phone call, the others didn't even dare to breathe out.

The back door was slowly pushed open.

Some time ago, Class Nine was very self-disciplined, but there were still people discussing the topic in a low voice, and now it was so quiet that even a needle could be heard falling.

Qin Ran raised her eyebrows and walked inside.

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

Qiao Sheng and He Wen both stood by Lin Siran's side.

Qinran walked through another group before seeing the victory next to Lin Siran.

Her books were scattered all over the floor, a few foreign language books had clear footprints, and a few were torn due to excessive inertia.

Qin Ran raised her hand and took off the peaked cap on her head.

The air in the class was almost condensed, as if it was a balloon to the limit, as long as someone moved a little, it could explode with a "bang".

Everyone else can't wait to bury their heads in the book.

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

Just when the others were trembling with fear, there was a low chuckle in the classroom, which was not pleasant.

Qiao Sheng and the others couldn't help looking at Qin Ran, but saw her dark eyes and the whites of her eyes slightly stained red.

Even laughing seemed extremely dangerous.

"Lin Siran, tell me." Qin Ran leaned to the side, her tone was calm, without any emotion, and there was a trace of laziness in her words and actions.

Lin Siran closed the book and explained everything he knew.

"Sister Ran," Qiao Sheng coughed, "Don't worry, I will handle this matter properly for you."

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

It must be easy for him to handle this.

"No need," Qin Ran refused. She reached out for her mobile phone and dialed a number casually, "Do you have twenty people there?"

I don't know what to answer over there.

Qin Ran nodded and hung up the phone directly.

She didn't speak, she didn't pack up her books, she just leaned to one side, her eyes lowered, and she turned her mobile phone in her hand.

In less than five minutes, Wei Zihang showed a cold face.

Everyone in Class Nine had heard the legend about Wei Zihang, and they were even more disturbed.

Wei Zihang still had a cigarette in his mouth, and when he glanced around, he saw Qin Ran's desk, and smiled evilly: "You're so brave."

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

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

The people in Class Nine didn't know what Qinran was going to do.

Qiao Sheng glanced at Wei Zihang, fearing that Qin Ran would alarm the school, he followed Qin Ran out, "Sister Ran, what are you doing now?"

The others looked at each other in blank dismay and followed them out.

When I went out, I saw Qinran leaning on the corridor, tilting her head, her brows and eyes were slightly sideways, showing the contempt of a young man.

She was unhurriedly throwing Meng Xinran's books down from the fifth floor one by one.

Downstairs, in order not to hit people, twenty people cleared an open space.