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

Just glanced at the people around him, sneered, and didn't speak, just looked at the mockery with a smile on his face.

Qin Ran has rarely been studying in the classroom at noon recently.

Lin Siran came earlier than Qin Ran.

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

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

"How did Ranran's desk become like this" Lin Siran squatted down, reached out and began to pick up the book, raised his head again, looked at the front table, and squinted: "You two fought"

"No, how dare we fight with her" The boy at the front table shrank his head, lowered his eyes again, and whispered: "You quickly put away Sister Ran's things, we don't dare to touch her things." ”

Qin Ran looks at Hang'er Lang on weekdays, but she has never lost her temper in the class, but she is a bigwig-level figure.

Even Wei Zihang gave her a little brother.

After going through the entire No. 1 Middle School several times, she couldn't find anyone who really dared to mess with her.

Lin Siran was originally sorting out the books, but when she saw the reaction at the front table, she slowly put down the books again.

Standing up, he glanced at Class Nine.

The people in Class 9 are almost here, and the people who are lacking are actually very conspicuous.

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

"Say, what's going on" Lin Siran moved his table to its place and spoke calmly.

The others looked at each other, and then said what happened to Meng Xinran before.

"You put away Sister Ran's things first, otherwise she will be angry when she comes later. The front table spoke again.

Then it's time for the Shura Field.

Lin Siran straightened the crooked book, listened to the words on the front table, and his eyes became cold little by little, "Don't accept it." ”

The rest of the class chuckled.

"I didn't have the courage to face Sister Ran, why didn't anyone stop her at that time" Lin Siran stood in place, and saw that there was a very faint footprint on the page of Qin Ran's treasure's original book, she smiled, her eyes glanced at the whole class, and her eyes were indifferent: "These books are placed here, no one should move." ”

The rest of the ninth class did not dare to speak, and the atmosphere in the ninth class today was particularly depressing.

On this side, Qiao Sheng and Xu Shaoguang were still eating out.

The two of them are still very particular about eating.

Tomorrow I was going to watch the OST team exhibition match, Qiao Sheng decided to eat hot pot at noon to celebrate, originally planned to call Meng Xinran, but Meng Xinran's diet was sweet.

The spicy pan is steaming hot, and a layer of red oil is tumbling on top.

Qiao Sheng took a bite of fat cow and looked for cold drinks everywhere to drink.

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

While re-scalding the vegetables, he pressed the answer button, "He Wen, what are you looking for me?"

The sound is slow, and it can be heard pleasantly.

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

"Shake what shake and talk well. Qiao Sheng was fishing for vegetables again.

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

Qiao Sheng shook his hands, and he squinted: "What's going on, you say it slowly." ”

"Meng Xinran's ticket was lost, she found it in Sister Ran's book, you go back to class quickly, if you don't come back, there will really be a big earthquake." ”

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

Xu Shaoguang sat in the seat opposite him, and when he heard his voice, he squinted slightly.

Qiao Sheng and Xu Shaoguang went back quickly.

When he returned to Class 9, Class 9 was unusually silent.

Qin Ran and Meng Xinran were not there.

Only Lin Siran sat in his 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 of time is obvious to all, although they don't say it, but these people know that Lin Siran's progress has a lot to do with Qin Ran.

Qiao Sheng frowned and looked at the books scattered all over the place, as well as a few lollipops rolling to the side.

Qin Ran's front and back tables were far apart, he walked in directly, bent down and began to pick up the books, "Li Siran, why don't you pick up Sister Ran's books"

Before he could pick up a copy, he was stopped by Lin Siran, "Qiao Sheng, you'd better not move." ”

She couldn't make any waves in her voice.

"Sister Ran has a good memory, she remembers the book when she leaves, even if you put it up, she knows it. Lin Siran wrote a word, but he couldn't calm down, so he simply put down the pen again.

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

There was a "clang" sound.

The rest of the class didn't dare 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, and Meng Xinran picked it up the second time.

"You saw that ticket," Meng Xinran said mockingly.

Qiao Sheng swept the ground and saw a ticket for an original book still sandwiched on the corner of the ground.

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

"No, then I'll ask you, how could my ticket be in her book" Meng Xinran sat in the coffee shop, sneering, "She's the last one to leave in the class, who else can she be?"

Meng Xinran leaned back in the chair and stirred the coffee with a spoon unhurriedly.

The smile was sarcastic, "So, Qiao Sheng, what do you mean by making this call to maintain her"

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

This kind of arrogant behavior without any concealment is really similar to Qin Ran's personality.

"This matter is still clear in public, and I am not defending her, but I trust her person, you come back first, and I will help you find out about this matter." Qiao Sheng took a deep breath.

"How to check the ticket in her book is the best explanation, do you want to say that the ticket is her own" Meng Xinran felt ridiculous, "Qiao Sheng, do you believe this sentence?"

Qin Ran's ticket is really hard to explain.

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

Hang and raised his eyes to look at the books all over the floor, still having a headache.

"Has someone informed Sister Ran?" Qiao Sheng glanced at the people in the class.

Everyone else shook their heads.

How dare anyone poke Qin Ran

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

Qiao Sheng took a deep breath, took out his mobile phone, looked at Qin Ran's phone number for a long time, and finally pressed it.

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

Holding a pen in his left hand, he wrote stroke by stroke, and he was quite irritable.

"Qin Xiaoran, words are a person's façade, write well, it's not in vain that I asked Master Jun to give you a specially customized copybook. Lu Zhaoying held the pen and looked at Qin Ran as if she couldn't help but be irritable, and hurriedly spoke.

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

Qin Ran was half-lying on the table, and said weakly, "Who?"

The tone was faint, and there was no interest at all.

"Jiang Jinyuan, Master Jiang, his calligraphy and paintings are the most valuable contemporary collections, do you know how many collectors, willing to spend a lot of money to buy his calligraphy and paintings, but unfortunately he lives in a shallow way, and no one can invite him. Lu Zhaoying said and sighed again.

"Oh. "Qin Ran is not familiar with this Jiang Jinyuan, and there is no database in his head.

So it seems that there is a lack of interest.

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

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

Not to mention, he also asked him to write a special notebook to come over to practice Qin Ran's calligraphy.

After thinking about it, Lu Zhaoying went to the box containing the calligraphy and took a look, and there were several calligraphy books copied by Master Jiang himself.

Not to mention that these calligraphy are hard to find, just let Master Jiang do this with a lot of face.

Seeing Qin Ran practicing calligraphy, Lu Zhaoying couldn't help but think, if Cheng Lao came forward, could he ask Master Jiang to write a special notebook for one person

When you think about it, it doesn't seem like much hope.

Thinking of this, Lu Zhaoying glanced at Qin Ran again, do you know that you practiced a calligraphy and spent an eight-figure RMB

It is rumored that the Cheng family is rich in the upper class of the capital, but Lu Zhaoying did not expect that Cheng Jun would have so much money......

No wonder some people hate the rich.

Lu Zhaoying himself is also a little sour.

Qin Ran was very irritable when she practiced calligraphy at noon today.

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

When Qiao Sheng called, her tone was quite impatient, and she suppressed her voice: "Say." ”

It's cold and dry.

Just one word is enough to dissuade Qiao Sheng.

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

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

Thinking that something was wrong, Qin Ran hung up the phone and threw the pen on the table, "The class has something to look for me, I'll go back first." ”

Lu Zhaoying looked at the pen that was thrown by Qin Ran, and her heart trembled.

That pen is Cheng Jun's, and the things about Cheng Jun, even if it is a nail clipper, are a price that others can hardly imagine.

Qin Ran casually took a peaked cap and buckled it on his head, and walked towards Class Nine.

Class Nine was already very quiet, especially after Qiao Sheng made that call, the others didn't even dare to come out.

The back door was slowly pushed open.

Some time ago, Class 9 was very self-disciplined, but there were also people discussing topics in a whisper, and now it was so quiet that you could even hear a needle falling.

Qin Ran raised her eyebrows and walked inside.

Xu Shaoguang sat in the penultimate position in the back and glanced up at her.

Qiao Sheng and He Wen were all on Lin Siran's side.

Qin Ran walked through another group before he saw the victory on Lin Siran's side.

Her books fell to the ground in pieces, several foreign books had clear footprints, and a few were torn due to excessive inertia.

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

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

Everyone else wants to bury their heads in books.

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

While the others were terrified, there was a low chuckle in the classroom, and there was no pleasure.

Qiao Sheng and the others couldn't help but look at Qin Ran, but they saw her dark eyes and the whites of her eyes that were slightly dyed red.

Even laughing is extremely dangerous.

"Lin Siran, you tell me. Qin Ran leaned to the side, his tone was light, he couldn't hear joy and anger, and there was a trace of laziness between his words and actions.

Lin Siran closed the book and explained everything he knew.

"Sister Ran," Qiao Sheng coughed, "Don't worry, I will definitely 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 have been simple for him to deal with.

"No," Qin Ran refused, she reached out and took out her mobile phone, and dialed out casually, "Do you have twenty people?"

I don't know what was answered.

Qin Ran nodded and hung up the phone directly.

didn't speak, didn't pack up the book, just leaned to the side, lowered his eyes, and turned his mobile phone in his hand.

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

The people in Class 9 had heard the legend of Wei Zihang, and they were even more apprehensive.

Wei Zihang still had a cigarette in his mouth, and when he swept his eyes, he saw Qin Ran's desk, and smiled evilly: "You're so bold." ”

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

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

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

Qiao Sheng glanced at Wei Zihang, afraid that Qin Ran would alarm the school, so he went out directly after Qin Ran, "Sister Ran, what are you doing now?"

The others looked at each other and went out.

When I went out, I saw Qin Ran leaning against the corridor, tilting her head, her eyebrows and eyes on the side of her eyes were arbitrary, and she was still a young man's contempt.

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

And downstairs, for fear of hitting someone, twenty people cleared a vacant lot.

------Off topic------

After all, Ranye is Ranye~

The xx event ends at 24 o'clock in the evening, and finally asks for a wave of tickets, babies!

And then the dogs.,Huahua's computer wasn't repaired.,Took out my sister's grandfather's machine.,The kind that takes ten minutes to turn on.,Typing and wrapping lines are slow...... The thief is not used to it, so the update time will be a little late recently, and I hope it will be better tomorrow......

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