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As a die-hard fan, how could Lu Zhaoying not know Yang Fei?
Even if Yang Fei was wearing a mask and his face was not exposed, he could still recognize him.
Not to mention that Yang Fei took off his mask.
Lu Zhaoying's reaction startled Cheng Mu.
But then I realized that the boy in front of me was Yang Fei.
He also looked at Yang Fei in surprise, and then looked in Qin Ran's direction.
Qin Ran was playing with the pen that Cheng Juan gave her in the room. She sat on a chair with her head resting on the back of the chair. When she heard the voice, she tilted her head slightly.
She spotted Yang Fei standing in front of Lu Zhaoying and turned back expressionlessly, "I don't know him."
The sound sounds calm and peaceful.
...
...
Yang Fei touched his nose involuntarily and coughed again, "Classmate Qin Ran, I came to talk to you about something."
"Yangshen, please sit down first." Lu Zhaoying took three minutes to find his voice, and then he diligently dragged out the bench he used for treatment for Yang Fei to sit on: "Are you here to see Qin Xiaoran? She is like this, very cool. Why are you looking for Qin Xiaoran? Do you two know each other?"
Lu Zhaoying had been wondering how Qin Ran got the ticket to the meet-up.
Now that he saw Yang Fei in person, he finally understood.
These two people know each other, so the ticket in Qin Ran's hand was given by him?
Lu Zhaoying looked towards Qin Ran in shock.
"Just..." Yang Fei didn't sit down. He took off the hood of his sweatshirt, and the mask was hooked on his little finger. He said politely, "I want to play games with her."
"Looking for her to play games? Yang Shen, why do you want to play games with her?" Lu Shao is now like a spinning top, completely following Yang Fei's lead. "Isn't there a Meng Xinran on your team? She's also in this school. Qin Xiaoran's hand speed is not fast enough."
Lu Zhaoying had played games with Qin Ran before and knew that Qin Ran had good control and positioning skills, but her only flaw was that her hand speed was too slow.
Now he hasn’t even reached the Grandmaster level.
Yang Fei paused for a long time, perhaps because he was shocked by Lu Zhaoying's words, before he raised his head and said, "Just call me by my name."
The person who could call Qin Ran's name called him Yang Shen, and Yang Fei was terrified.
Cheng Juan put his hands on the table, looked at Yang Fei expressionlessly, and said indifferently, "Is that your friend? Go ask him what he is doing."
Qin Ran used her free hand to pick at her ears.
Three minutes later, he left the school infirmary with Yang Fei with an expressionless face.
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"Meng Xinran was recruited by Yi Jiming at the time," Yang Fei lowered his head in the yard, "He said he could see a bit of your style, but who knew she could cause such trouble."
Qin Ran lowered her head, looked at the grass under her feet nonchalantly, and said "hmm" perfunctorily.
Yang Fei understood her well, so he didn't say anything more. Instead, he asked another question, "Yi Jiming really wants to see you."
“No,” Qin Ran was a little distracted and didn’t pay attention to what he said. “It’s okay, I’m going back to eat.”
He walked into the school infirmary very decisively and closed the door.
Yang Fei stood there, put on a mask, pulled the hood of his sweatshirt, and then turned around and left the yard.
Qin Ran returned to the school infirmary and placed the pen that Cheng Juan had asked her to give to Xia Fei on the table. She looked at Lu Zhaoying who was still stiff in the middle of the room, cleared her throat, and said, "It's time to eat."
Lu Zhaoying had turned into a statue. Hearing the voice, he turned his head stiffly.
Have a meal? Now is the time to eat! Wait! ? !
He is crazy.
Cheng Mu brought over a few empty bowls and placed them on the table. He saw Qin Ran's pen casually placed on the table.
Recognized that this was what he got today.
Cheng Mu's face was stiff. "Miss Qin, do you use the two pens alternately?"
“Ah, no,” Qin Ran realized. She slowly picked up the chopsticks and said vaguely, “Your Master Juan gave this to my classmate.”
After thinking for a while, Qin Ran said, "It feels good, but it's easy to scratch."
Cheng Mu: “…”
**
After evening self-study, Qin Ran continued to return to class.
The whole class gathered together to discuss Meng Xinran's matter.
There were bursts of laughter from time to time.
Led by Qiao Sheng.
Both Meng Xinran and the other group had grudges against Class Nine.
Normally, people from the two classes would look at each other with anger.
Especially in the past two days, a group of people have been so arrogant and conceited.
Meng Xinran didn't even glance at him.
Who knew that the slap in the face would come so quickly.
"Did you see the post Qiao Sheng posted on our school forum?" In the back row, a group of boys gathered together to chat about the post on the forum, laughing loudly: "It directly released the record of the Meng family's hiring of Internet trolls and marketing accounts. Our eldest master Qiao is still the most ruthless one."
Qin Ran sat in her seat and began to practice calligraphy slowly.
Xia Fei and Lin Siran came in together from the back door.
Qin Ran held a pen in one hand and supported her chin with the other. Then she raised her eyes and tapped the table with the pen, motioning Xia Fei to come over.
"Sister Ran, what do you want to talk to me about?" Xia Fei sat at the table in front of Qin Ran.
Qin Ran raised her hand and threw the pen aside to Xia Fei: "Here you go."
Xia Fei took it subconsciously. When she saw what was in her hand, she suddenly felt as if her hand weighed a thousand pounds. "Sister Ran, what did you give me?"
“It’s the pen I used last time.” Qin Ran leaned lazily against the wall, picked up her pen again, and slowly practiced calligraphy again. “The person who gave me the pen saw that you liked it, so he bought you one too.”
It would have been fine if he didn't know the price of this pen. After knowing it, Xia Fei felt that the pen in her hand weighed a thousand pounds.
"Sister Ran, please take it back quickly. I dare not move my hands, I dare not move at all." Xia Fei was afraid that if she moved, the pen would fall, and she could not afford to compensate for ten of them.
Qin Ran raised her eyebrows. "What do you mean?"
"What about this three hundred thousand?"
“Ah,” Qin Ran paused and narrowed her eyes. “No, this is a high-quality imitation. It costs 500 yuan. If you mind, please transfer 500 yuan to me.”
High imitation?
Xia Fei was surprised at the level of simulation of the imitation, and she also breathed a sigh of relief.
500 yuan is still a bit expensive for a fountain pen.
But it is acceptable to most people.
She happily transferred 500 yuan to Qin Ran.
Qin Ran transferred another 500 yuan to Cheng Juan.
**
The people in Class Nine were still discussing frantically.
Suddenly, the back door was kicked open with a bang.
Class 9 was silent for a moment, all eyes focused on the back door.
Meng Xinran stood at the back door with a bad look on his face. He didn't look at the other people in Class 9, but directly looked at Qiao Sheng who was sitting in the back row. His expression was as cold as ever: "Qiao Sheng, did you post the forum post?"
There were a few boys from Class 1 following behind her.
Mobilize a large number of troops.
Qiao Sheng sat on his desk without any fear, smiling nonchalantly, "Yes, what? Fighting?"
Of course they didn't dare to fight with Class Nine. Everyone knew that the boss of Class Nine knew Wei Zihang.
"Deleted." There was a hint of sarcasm on Meng Xinran's expressionless face.
His eyes turned to Qin Ran, who was still sitting in her seat, practicing calligraphy as if nothing had happened.
Everyone knew that Qiao Sheng was defending Qin Ran because of her problem, but the person involved was calm and indifferent, as if she didn't care about anything.
Qiao Sheng refused to delete it, and no one could do anything about it.
"Do you dare to come to Jiuzhou Arena? PK, three games to decide the winner. If you lose, delete the post and apologize! If we lose, we will call you daddy!" The monitor of Class 1 glanced at the people in Class 9.
The boys in Class 9 ignored the monitor of Class 1. They were not stupid. Would they go to the arena to compete with professional players?
"You don't dare anymore? Then just call us dad." A group of people stood outside the door of Class 9, laughing wildly.
They definitely don’t dare to fight with Class Nine.
We have to use other methods.
All the boys in Class Nine knew that Class One was trying to provoke them, so they endured it and didn't respond.
But they didn't expect to lose to the girls in their own class.
Sometimes the passion and team spirit of young people are inexplicably strong. The girls usually dislike these straight men, but at this moment, they are united in hatred of the enemy. They slam the table and speak angrily: "Who said they don't dare? Qiao Sheng, Master Xu, come on!"
Boys from Class 9: “…”
"Since you agree, I'll go get the computer!" Group 1 was also confused, and then, as if afraid that Group 9 would regret it, they immediately went back to the dormitory to get the computer.
The girls in Class 9 noticed that the boys looked strange and asked them what was wrong.
The boys looked at the little ancestors in the class expressionlessly, and said with great exhaustion, "Do you know who Meng Xinran is? She was the substitute before OST. Her hand speed is 500+. Most importantly, as an internal member, her account is a professional account of OST, and there must be a magic card in the account! Not to mention that her heavenly cards must be countless. We only have Xu Shao with two heavenly cards, Qiao Sheng with one heavenly card, and the others are human cards. If the magic card in Meng Xinran's hand is Nuwa, then we are done. How can we play against them?"
Jiuzhouyou divides the cards into god cards, heaven cards, human cards, and earth cards from top to bottom. Five earth cards are given at the beginning of the game, and human cards will be dropped in system tasks or copies.
As for the heavenly cards, they require fragments of top-level copies to synthesize. How can a group of students have the time to synthesize fragments?
Compare character cards with professional team accounts? Are you crazy?
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It’s like this. I ate a bowl of spicy hot pot after writing last night. At five o’clock this morning, I had acid reflux in my sleep, and then I had diarrhea... I was still at my godmother’s house, and I didn’t bring medicine, so it affected my performance... I could have written more...
Continued in the next chapter...
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