Madam, Your Sockpuppet is Lost Again!

This toilet is at the end of the passage, the whole passage is very long, only the yellow light is on.

It was so quiet that even the slight dripping of water could be heard.

The lights are a little dim, but the figure can be seen clearly.

As a hardcore fan of Yang Fei, how could Qiao Sheng not know Yang Fei?

Especially since he didn't change his clothes, he was still wearing the OST team uniform.

And on the other side of him——

The girl lowered her head slightly, leaning against the wall lazily, with her hands crossed over her chest, her posture was a little careless, yet cynical and casual.

There was still the peaked cap on top of her head, the brim of the hat was pulled down so that her eyes could not be seen from this angle, only her white chin could be seen.

Qiao Sheng took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and opened them again.

The figure opposite Yang Fei was still there, and he saw it right.

The two of them seemed to be thinking about something, and they didn't notice that someone would come to this remote toilet.

Qiao Sheng heard his very erratic voice: "Ran... Sister Ran."

The sound appeared suddenly.

Yang Fei's exquisite eyebrows raised slightly, he turned sideways, looked in Qiao Sheng's direction, saw the person frowning, and looked at Qin Ran again as if asking questions.

Qin Ran turned her head and looked at Qiao Sheng calmly.

She raised her chin at him again, signaling him to stay where she was.

"I won't see you for a while," Qin Ran stood up straight, "I don't want to see anyone."

Yang Fei nodded, although he was regretful and disappointed, but because of Qiao Sheng's appearance, he didn't say anything, "Then you go back first."

As he spoke, he glanced at Qiao Sheng and nodded, "Hi, I'm Yang Fei."

Qiao Sheng didn't respond.

Yang Fei went to the toilet.

Qin Ran took two steps forward, raised her hand slightly, took off Qiao Sheng's hat, and tapped his head, "You can wake up, young man."

Qiao Sheng glanced at her quietly.

Open your mouth, just brewing a belly full of words.

Qin Ran threw the hat to him, walked out with one hand in her pocket, and interrupted him cynically, "You are allowed to ask three questions."

Holding back his full stomach, Qiao Sheng put on his hat and chased after him; "Are you familiar with Yangshen and Yi Jiming?"

Qin Ran turned sideways and glanced at Qiao Sheng, with a lazy smile on her lips, as if Qiao Sheng asked a mentally retarded question, "Of course, next."

"Just now..." Qiao Sheng was used to being despised. He followed Qin Ran's pace and tilted his head again, "The female contestant that Yang Fei mentioned on stage just now was you, not Meng Xinran, right?"

"En." Qin Ran didn't hide it at all, she nodded very generously, "The last one."

After asking the last question, Qiao Sheng slowed down.

Qin Ran glanced at him sideways, raised her eyebrows, "Say it."

"That's right..." Qiao Sheng pursed his lips. After walking more than half of the passage, the echo was still obvious. He could clearly hear his own voice: "Did you create the three magic cards of the OST team?"

After Qin Ran paused, she smiled, a little lazily, "Sharp, young man."

Even though he expected it, Qiao Sheng still couldn't recover.

Anyone can create the character cards of Kyushu Tour, but there are only a few who can create divine cards.

Those who can have the magic card are the ace teams of various countries.

Because the magic card is about character design and combo arrangement, the most important thing is that the magic card you create must have traces to follow, and you can find a trace, rather than outline a character in the void and give him a skill.

Before this, everyone including Qiao Sheng thought that the magic card of OST was created by a team.

Qiao Sheng didn't know until last night that it was created by the first generation of OST members.

In fact, OST fans have three points, Yang Fei's undefeated myth, OST's unhesitating momentum, and three major magic cards.

Especially as all fans know, the first two points are based on the three great cards.

If they knew that these three divine cards were all created by the same...

That person was still Qin Ran. Qiao Sheng expected that everyone would go crazy.

"It's over, let's go back." Qin Ran turned around and continued walking.

"Then do you still play games?" Qiao Sheng continued to catch up and asked in a low voice, his voice obviously excited, "Will you still be on the same stage with Yangshen?"

"Whatever you fight, you have to pass the college entrance examination." Qin Ran said casually, "Besides, my hand speed is not fast, around 200 hands, do you want me to be sprayed?"

Qiao Sheng: "..."

**

The two returned to Lu Zhaoying and Xu Yaoguang's place.

When he went back, Lu Zhaoying was chatting with a leader of Yang Fei's fans, and took a support hat from her.

They stood by the railing of the passage, and the position was just below the railing. Meng Xinran stood where she was, and the three boys beside her stood with their heads held high.

Because the director gave Meng Xinran a shot just now, someone recognized her and waited by the side.

It was a bit noisy, so Qin Ran put on her earphones and put her phone in her coat pocket.

"Let's go." She leaned on one side of the railing and looked at Lu Zhaoying.

The boys from Class 9 scratched at the railing, trying to wait for Yang Feng to come out, but shook their heads, not intending to leave.

Qiao Sheng put his hands on the railing, and smiled unfathomably, "There's no need to wait, Yangshen won't go looking for Meng Xinran."

A boy paused, then raised his head: "Qiao Sheng, I know you're jealous of Meng Xinran, needless to say, I understand."

Lu Zhaoying looked hesitantly in Meng Xinran's direction, thought about it, and decided to leave with Qin Ran first.

"This is for you," he handed Qin Ran the cheering cap he took from the fans, and pointed to the one on her head, "The one on your head is too old, replace it with a new one."

"No more," Qin Ran pressed the hat on her head with her hands, and said very calmly, "I miss the old days."

"Okay." Lu Zhaoying didn't care too much, and kept the hat by himself.

Xu Yaoguang was not interested in any of these.

He didn't wear a support hat either, just took out his phone and talked to Qiao Sheng, "The tickets are here, I'll go home first."

His tone was as calm as ever.

Qiao Sheng knew that he was talking about the ticket Qin Yu sent him, so he nodded and waved him away.

Xu Yaoguang thought about it, and then said to Lu Zhaoying.

Lu Zhaoying waved his hand casually.

Qiao Sheng knew about Lu Zhaoying, but the rest of Class Nine didn't. Seeing that Xu Yaoguang even said hello to Lu Zhaoying, he was quite curious.

Passing by Qinran, she didn't look sideways.

Seeing this scene, Qiao Sheng paused for a moment: Young Master Xu, do you know that the man in front of you is the Creator of the magic card that you are a fan of!

**

It was already seven o'clock when we came out.

It was still Cheng Juan who came to pick them up.

Back at the villa, Butler Cheng had already set the time to bring out all the dishes.

Cheng Juan put his hands on the table, turned his body half sideways, and asked casually, "Do you have any plans to go to the capital in the near future?"

Lu Zhaoying checked Weibo while eating, when he heard this sentence, he gave a big hand.

He looked up at Cheng Juan in disbelief.

Master Juan, are you crazy? !

You are still in high school, so you blatantly let people skip class? !

Cheng Juan raised his head and looked at him.

Standing by the side, Cheng Butler, who was always on call, also looked at Cheng Juan with some inexplicable words.

Then he frowned slightly and looked at Qin Ran.

Finally sigh.

"There is indeed something that I haven't thought about yet." Thinking about the tickets Chen Shulan gave her, Qin Ran became irritable.

Her eyebrows were lowered, and the brows were cold and dry. When Lu Zhaoying saw it, she was timid and didn't dare to mention it.

After dinner, Qin Ran continued to go back to Class Nine, saying that she wanted to study by herself.

On Saturday, all the members of Class 9 came together. They basically didn't do any homework and gathered together to discuss today's exhibition match.

Qin Ran sat on her stool, lazily leaning against the wall, put on her earphones impatiently, took out a copybook and began to practice calligraphy.

"Ran Ran, should you register a Weibo?" Lin Siran moved her head closer, "Let's follow each other. I heard that Meng Xinran has two million followers."

Because Meng Xinran was cueed by Yang Fei today, Yang Fei's fans were comparable to the peak traffic of second-tier fans, and they directly touched Meng Xinran's Weibo.

A "I have" was swallowed by her abruptly, and she remembered telling Lin Siran if she had.

"Trouble." She said something casually, and then wrote slowly.

Lin Siran held his chin and looked at her, "I'll help you register, your life seems like an old man!"

This phone number hasn't been registered yet, so Qin Ran casually tossed the phone to Lin Siran, practicing non-stop: "Fix it yourself."

Lin Siran took Qin Ran's phone happily, and found that it was automatically unlocked as soon as he touched it.

She was in a hurry to weibo, didn't think too much, and excitedly downloaded a weibo and registered.

When thinking about the name, Lin Siran bit his finger and registered a Weibo account - qr.

Qin Ran seemed to like this style quite a bit, so she looked at it for a while.

In less than one night, less than ten fans were raised, except for zombie fans, it was Lin Siran, and compared to Meng Xinran's two million army, he was a mosquito leg.

**

In the evening, study by yourself next night.

After taking a shower, Qin Ran put on a long dress and came out while wiping her hair. Then she remembered something and said to Lin Siran, "The game character was sent to you."

Lin Siran immediately boarded the game, and received three emails in the game mailbox.

Qin Ran gave her three characters, an old man, an old man with a snake's head, and a female character she had seen last time.

The images of the two characters in the front are not good-looking, and the women in the back are dressed in fairy clothes, which Lin Siran likes very much.

I also took this character card to play a copy of the game.

After playing a round, the people in the copy of the game frantically added her as friends.

Also make a voice.

This game is voice-enabled.

"Ran Ran, this game has a lot of AI. I'm just a newcomer. How could so many people add me as friends and send me voice messages." copy.

The momentum is like a broken bamboo.

Qin Ran brushed her hair unhurriedly, and when Lin Siran spoke, she hummed "casually".

She fumbled in the pocket of the clothes she changed today, and took out two tickets, which she casually stuffed into the original documents beside her.

**

In Qiao Sheng's dormitory, he was looking at the class group, and followed Qinran's Weibo along the group.

[He Wen]: Today is a lemon essence.JPG

[Xia Fei]: Meng Xinran has 2.1 million fans!

Everyone else felt terrible, the Class Nine didn't have a good impression of Meng Xinran, but now they were really sour.

Meng Xinranfei had only 1.2 million fans before, and more than half of them were zombie fans.

In one night, 900,000 live fans grew.

Qiao Sheng clicked on the link, and saw the Weibo headline at a glance——

[E-sports star Yangshen said in this afternoon's open match that he likes a teammate very much, and also enjoys playing games with him very much, with an ambiguous tone.

There are few female e-sports players, and only OST has one. The editor found her Weibo, and she is the talented hand speed player @OST Meng Xinran who came on as a substitute last time!

Meng Xinran, who joined the OST team a year ago, is a terrifying player with great potential, his hand speed surpasses that of Yi Jiming...]

Qiao dropped the phone angrily.

Except for fans who brushed these themselves, someone must have bought popularity in it.

Qiao Sheng knew that Yang Fei wasn't talking about Meng Xinran today, and the Yunguang Consortium must know about Qin Ran's affairs. OST and the Yunguang Consortium would not buy this popularity.

Meng Xinran is definitely the one who buys this popularity.

Qiao Sheng was angry to himself, but there was nothing he could do. What should he do, post a Weibo saying that Yang Fei was not talking about Meng Xin but Qin Ran?

With so many trolls on Weibo, I don't know how many people will hack Qinran because of this.

**

The Lin family, Meng Xinran didn't wait for Yang Fei in the exhibition match.

She guessed that Yang Fei avoided suspicion of other fans, so she didn't care.

Mrs. Zhang brought tea to the few people sitting in the living room.

Holding two tickets, Ning Qing was talking to Lin Qi about going to the capital.

"Miss Biao gained 900,000 followers on Weibo today, and hundreds of thousands of comments." Mrs. Zhang has been following Meng Xinran's Weibo, pursing her lips and smiling.

Meng Xinran smiled calmly, "It's all about the sun, Uncle, I'm going upstairs to sleep."

Lin Qi nodded.

After Meng Xinran went upstairs, he asked Mrs. Zhang about Meng Xinran's Weibo.

The whole family watched for a while before Lin Qi sighed.

This popularity is comparable to that of third-tier stars.

"Yes, Miss Biao is famous now." Mrs. Zhang laughed.

Ning Qing looked at Qin Yu's ticket in her hand and breathed a sigh of relief.

The popularity of Weibo has remained high.

Until someone found a post on the official website on Sunday night——

Screenshot the post and leave a message——

[OST has never announced the ranking of hand speed, but I remember Yangshen himself said that he is only second, so this number one will be...]

With this rhythm, on Sunday night, it became the number one hot search.

Monday morning.

Meng Xinran stepped onto the school.

There are large sunglasses on the bridge of her nose. From her to class one, people are watching her all the way, and even those who are bold go up to ask her about the "Yangshen".

Meng Xinran was as lonely and arrogant as ever, and didn't say a word.

**

class nine.

Qin Ran didn't sleep well the night before, she lazily leaned over the table, took out her Chinese documents to read, and her movements were quite irritable.

When the phone rang, it was Yang Fei's WeChat, asking her if she had Weibo.

Qin Ran squinted, too lazy to talk nonsense, and threw the trumpet over.