Madam, Your Sockpuppet is Lost Again!

Kyushu Tour has been out for five years.

Qinran used to be much more impetuous than now. Since junior high school, she often came out with a backpack to play in the Internet cafe all afternoon.

The teacher asked Chen Shulan, but Chen Shulan didn't care too much.

Qinran collected all the three types of character cards of land, people, and sky in the Internet cafe, and then went to the competition list alone.

At that time, the game was not popular, and the few people who played it were the earliest districts. There was no distinction between countries, and there were people from all countries in a district.

But at that time her ID was not a QR, but a Q.

If there are still old players in the first district, they will definitely remember that the name Q started to dominate the arenas from that time.

Stand out from the crowd.

Although Meng Xinran's hand speed is fast, she has always been a substitute in the OST team. The reason is very simple. Her awareness, positioning, and understanding of character cards are not deep.

The hand speed she was so proud of was like a piece of paper in front of Qinran, full of loopholes.

In Class Nine, still no one made a sound.

Qin Ran stood up with one hand supporting the computer table, and the other holding the mouse, and closed the game page.

turn around.

A row of people stood behind them, all frozen in place.

Qin Ran narrowed her eyes slightly, "Rang Rang, do your homework in a hurry."

After thinking about it, he said politely, "Thank you."

The crowd stiffened to get out of the way.

Qinran returned to her seat, took out a stick of candy from the table, and lowered her eyes, not knowing what she was thinking.

Peel it off and bite into your mouth.

There was no noisy sound around.

Qinran crossed her legs, and when she was holding the pen, she felt a little better, and continued to bow her head, practicing calligraphy at a leisurely pace.

No one knows Qinran's horror better than Meng Xinran, who has competed with Qinran before.

At the beginning of the competition, she had almost no time to react. Qinran's hand speed was obviously not fast, but Meng Xinran was crushed to death from the beginning to the end.

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

But why is Qin Ran so powerful?

Sovereign Twenty Stars?

Why has she never seen the ID of QR in the national server?

There is an inexplicable familiarity in my mind.

Meng Xinran put aside this desire to fight

She looked up at Qin Ran's direction, and the other party was still practicing calligraphy slowly, as motionless as a mountain.

Meng Xinran had a hard time accepting that her face was dark and gloomy when she lost to an unknown person, so she turned around and left Class Nine in silence.

The fingertips pinched the palm.

The monitor of class one turned around, trying to keep up with Meng Xinran.

But He Wen and the others stopped him. Qiao Sheng leaned against the blackboard newspaper at the back of the classroom, folded his arms around his chest, and looked at the monitor of Class 1 with raised eyebrows, "Have you guys forgotten something?"

Naturally, it was about calling Dad.

The complexion of the people in the first class changed.

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

Who knew that Qin Ran would appear out of nowhere?

A group of people looked at each other in dismay, then lowered their heads, spoke with some reluctance, called "Dad" and left Class Nine without raising their heads.

Trotted to catch up with Meng Xinran.

"That Qinran is really powerful..." one person said.

The squad leader immediately glanced at him.

The man immediately changed his words: "That Qinran is better than you in awareness, positioning, and overall situation, but this can be practiced, but the hand speed can't be practiced, and her hand speed is flawed."

**

At this time, Class Nine.

After a group of people left, it fell into silence again, and everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.

He Wen cleared his throat, and forcibly looked away from Qin Ran, "Lin Siran, your account is..."

Lin Siran casually pulled out a chair and sat down, and said very patiently: "Ran Ran practiced for me."

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

He leaned sideways on the table and looked at Lin Siran: "Your three magic cards were also given by her."

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

Just now Qin Ran deliberately didn't open her card page, Lin Siran naturally knew what she meant.

Xu Yaoguang leaned aside, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and his eyes were deep.

He looked at Lin Siran for a while, and then silently withdrew his gaze.

He sat back in his seat without saying a word.

Others also reacted at this time.

"So," the representative of the eighth class of physics, who knew what he had missed, swallowed hard, and looked at Lin Siran blankly, "Did you ask Sister Ran to play the arena for me last time, was it serious?"

Lin Siran propped her hands on the table, as a matter of course, "Nonsense, when am I joking with you?"

He Wen, who had also rejected Qin Ran before, looked up, feeling hopeless, "I'm asking her to play games for me now, is there still time?"

Lin Siran raised her chin towards Qin Ran, "You go find her yourself."

Both He Wen and the physics class representative of Class 8 couldn't help but glance at Qin Ran's direction.

The other party was half lying on the table, with a lollipop in his mouth and a pen, as if he was practicing calligraphy seriously.

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

"Don't dare to ask, Lin Siran, sister Lin, from today on, you are also my sister." He Wen and the others looked at Lin Siran seriously, "Can you lend me your account for fun."

Three magic cards...

**

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

But Qin Ran was wearing earphones, half leaning against the wall to practice calligraphy, and seemed to be very obedient, but... In short, due to various reasons, no one in Class Nine dared to offend Boss Qin, only Lin Siran.

Lin Siran was annoyed by these people all night, and when she finally returned to her seat, she rested her chin on her hand and turned her head to look at Qin Ran.

Qinran took the pen and wrote more slowly than before.

"Ran Ran, is that grass of yours going to wither?" Suddenly thinking of something, Lin Siran straightened her back and was shocked.

Qin Ran coughed, then pulled out the red string around her neck.

The grass contained in the glass bottle is indeed withered, and a little yellow.

This thing has a time limit, and adding water will not work.

She put it back again, continued to practice calligraphy, and said indifferently: "It's dry, it's okay."

"Tomorrow may not be there, the day after tomorrow, I will give you a new grass." 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 set.

Qin Ran crossed her legs and didn't pay much attention, but just let out a drowsy "En".

Behind.

There were physics materials on Xu Yaoguang's desk. It was a thick book. He flipped through a few pages, and after doing a big physics problem, he became a little restless.

Put down the pen.

Leaned back in the chair.

Behind, Qiao Sheng was discussing today's game with someone.

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

"I've seen all three of Lin Siran's magic cards, what about Sister Ran's?" Qiao Sheng put down his pen and laughed softly.

Xu Yaoguang pursed his lips, feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell.

He turned his head back.

Get out a fresh piece of scratch paper.

Write three words with a gel pen.

First line - QR.

Second line - Q.

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

"What?" The deskmate next to him turned his head.

Xu Yaoguang shook his head, "It's nothing."

He reached out, crumpled the paper into a ball, and threw it back casually.

Just happened to throw it in the trash.

**

The next day, morning.

Qin Ran didn't go to the cafeteria to eat, but went to the school doctor's office.

Lu Zhaoying sat drowsily on his office chair.

Qin Ran knew that he must have been cultivating immortals and playing games again, so she went past him to find Cheng Juan inside.

Cheng Juan was leaning on the sofa reading a book, and when he saw her coming, he yawned lazily, as if he didn't sleep well, his voice was a little nasal, "Wait a minute, Cheng Mu will be right back."

"I'm not in a hurry." Except for the physics teacher, the other teachers were very tolerant to her. Qin Ran sat across from him, leaning on the side of the sofa, "Can you make specimens?"

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

Qin Ran took out the piece of grass that Lin Siran gave her from inside the sweater.

I'm almost wilting, I guess I won't be able to survive today.

Her sweater seemed to be brought back from Cheng Juan last time.

So is the outer white coat.

The sweater was black, casual and loose, and she pulled out the glass vial with red thread wrapped around her fingers. The collar moved, just enough to see the previously covered collarbone.

The clothes are too loose, making the collarbone thinner.

The contrast between black and white is also sharp.

Cold and gentle.

His eyes looked down uncontrollably.

Cheng Juan raised his head.

Qin Ran tore it off and handed it to Cheng Juan, "Look."

Cheng Juan said "En" casually, took a look at it, and lowered his voice, "Almost, let Cheng Mu bring some things back later, it will be fine in two days."

Qin Ran propped her chin and tilted her head to look at Cheng Juan.

She has admired two kinds of people all her life. One is a researcher who clings to a salary of 3,000 yuan but is still obsessed with this profession.

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

She can't, it's not something she's interested in, so she can't sit still, it's fine now.

In the past, she often made troubles with Pan Mingyue everywhere.

Probably their elementary school teacher didn't expect that she and Pan Mingyue, the first and second last, would one day become the dark horses of Hengchuan No. 1 Middle School.

Cheng Mu quickly came back from outside and brought breakfast.

Qin Ran was sitting on a chair, leaning against the back of the chair, drinking porridge with a spoon in one hand, and sending a message to Chang Ning with her mobile phone in the other——

[Is there a list recently? 】

It's rare to see Qin Ran so motivated, Chang Ning sent out a two-page list in a second, as if she was afraid that she would regret it.

Qin Ran clicked on the big picture and flipped through it casually.

Cheng Mu brought her a glass of milk, and saw Qin Ran pointing at a bunch of Martian texts.

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

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

This is the special translation code of 129, and only those who have memorized the code can understand it.

Qin Ran was not afraid that Cheng Mu would recognize him.

Cheng Mu glanced at Qin Ran quietly.

After flipping through the two pages, Qin Ran didn't find the list she wanted, so she deleted it and replied again——

[Is there anything else? 】

Chang Ning didn't say a word, and directly played a voice call.

In his remarks, Qin Ran just wrote a "c" in case someone would recognize it.

Qin Ran hung up expressionlessly and didn't answer.

Lu Zhaoying came over yawning, and when he saw Qin Ran, he paused with his hand covering his mouth, and stopped in the middle of his yawn.

Thinking of Qinran's acquaintance with Yang Fei.

He wanted to grab Qin Ran and ask him carefully, but he didn't dare when Cheng Juan was there.

After breakfast, Qin Ran went back to Class Nine.

Cheng Juan also went back inside and half-lyed on the sofa to let Cheng Mu go shopping.

Master Juan became more interested.

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

Cheng Mu turned to leave, but he saw the glass bottle in Cheng Juan's hand from the corner of his eye, and paused, "Master Juan, this is..."

Cheng Juan shook his hand, directly blocking Cheng Mu's gaze.

He looked at Cheng Mu expressionlessly, and said slowly, "What are you looking at?"

Cheng Mu: "..."

Oh, I understand, Miss Qin's.

**

On this side, Qin Ran has already reached class nine.

Class Nine is still very lively.

A group of people surrounded He Wen and watched He Wen play games. He Wen used Lin Siran's account.

If Li Airong passed by at this time, she would frown again, and feel that the learning atmosphere of Class Nine is not enough.

Qiao Sheng lay halfway on the table, and his phone displayed the Weibo page. After looking at it for a while, he looked in Qinran's direction again, and then sent a circle of friends on WeChat——

[Don't take me to play, it's sour. 】

With picture, lemon essence.

After posting, it immediately gained more than a dozen likes and more than a dozen comments.

Qiao Sheng didn't bother to turn the pages, and returned to the Weibo interface.

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

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

When it was sent to Qinran, Qinran was lying on the table, taking out the school uniform she hadn't worn for a long time and covering her head. There was also a faint earphone cable leaking out. I don't know if she was sleeping.

Her cell phone is on the table.

It seems that someone sent her a video, and it kept lighting up all the time, but she didn't care.

Everyone around her is automatically one meter away from her.

Xu Yaoguang paused. In the past, he would have put Qinran's test paper on her head directly. He has always been a person who doesn't care about other people's thoughts.

Qiao Sheng was right, Qin Yu was the only person in this school who he was a little bit scruples about.

With his eyes downcast, he thought for a while, then put the two papers on Lin Siran's desk.

After distributing the papers and returning to his seat, Qiao Sheng was still reading Weibo.

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

He took Qiao Sheng's phone directly.

Qiao Sheng was still on the Weibo page.

The above is the @qr Weibo post by Yang Fei.