The game Jiuzhouyou has been out for five years.
Qin Ran used to be much more impetuous than she is now. Since junior high school, she often took out a backpack and played in the Internet cafe for an entire afternoon.
The teacher went to find Chen Shulan, but she didn't care much.
Qin Ran collected all the three types of character cards, Earth, Man, and Heaven, in the Internet cafe, and then went to the competition list alone.
At that time, the game was not popular, and few people played it. It was in the earliest district, and there was no distinction between countries. There were people from all countries in one district.
But at that time her ID was not QR, it was just a Q.
If there are still old players in Area 1, they will definitely remember that the name Q started to dominate various arenas from that time.
Stand out from the crowd.
Although Meng Xinran has fast hands, 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 that she was so proud of was just a piece of paper in front of Qin Ran, full of loopholes.
...
...
Still no one in Class Nine spoke.
Qin Ran stood up with one hand on the computer desk, holding the mouse with the other hand and closing the game page.
Turn around.
There was a row of people standing behind him, all frozen in place.
Qin Ran narrowed her eyes slightly and said, "Let me go. I'm in a hurry to finish my homework."
After thinking for a while, he said politely, "Thank you."
The crowd stiffly made way.
Qin Ran returned to her seat, took out a candy from the table, and lowered her eyes, not knowing what she was thinking.
Peel it open and bite it into your mouth.
There was no more noisy sound around.
Qin Ran crossed her legs and held the pen. She felt a little better. She continued to practice calligraphy slowly with her head down.
No one knew Qin Ran's terrifying power better than Meng Xinran, who had competed with her.
When the competition started, she had almost no time to react. Qin Ran's hand speed was obviously not fast, but she suppressed Meng Xinran from beginning to end.
Even someone as proud as Meng Xinran had to admit that she couldn't find any loopholes in Qin Ran's plan.
But why is Qin Ran so powerful?
Supreme Twenty Stars?
Why has she never seen the name ID QR in the national server?
There is an inexplicable familiarity in my mind.
Meng Xinran put aside this thought
She looked up in the direction of Qin Ran, who was still practicing calligraphy slowly, as still as a mountain.
Meng Xinran found it hard to accept that she had been defeated by an unknown person. Her face turned gloomy and she turned around and left Class Nine in silence.
The fingertips pinched the palm.
The squad leader turned around and tried to catch up with Meng Xinran.
But he was stopped by He Wen and the others. Qiao Sheng leaned against the blackboard at the back of the classroom, crossed his arms, and looked at the monitor of Class 1 with a raised eyebrow, "Did you forget something?"
What I am talking about is naturally calling dad.
The faces of the people in 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?
The group of people looked at each other, then lowered their heads, spoke reluctantly, called out "Dad", and left Class Nine without even raising their heads.
He trotted to catch up with Meng Xinran.
“That Qin Ran is really powerful…” someone said.
The squad leader glanced at him immediately.
The man immediately changed his words: "Qin Ran is just better than you in awareness, positioning, and overall view, but these can all be trained, but hand speed cannot be trained. Her hand speed is a fatal flaw."
**
At this time, Class 9.
After the group left, silence fell again and everyone looked at each other.
He Wen cleared his throat and forcibly withdrew his gaze from Qin Ran. "Lin Siran, your account is..."
Lin Siran pulled out a chair and sat down, then said patiently, "Ranran practiced it for me."
Xu Yaoguang also looked at Qin Ran's back. His eyes were always cold, but now they were slightly narrowed, as if he could see the light.
He leaned sideways on the table and looked at Lin Siran: "Your three god cards were also given by her, right?"
"Ah?" Lin Siran looked up blankly, pretending to be innocent.
Qin Ran deliberately didn't open her card page just now, so Lin Siran naturally knew what she meant.
Xu Yaoguang leaned to one side, his lips tightly pursed, his eyes deep.
He looked at Lin Siran for a while, then silently withdrew his gaze.
He sat back in his seat without a word.
The others also reacted at this time.
"So," the Physics Representative of Class 8, who knew what he had missed, swallowed hard. He looked at Lin Siran blankly, "You asked Sister Ran to play in the arena for me last time. Were you serious?"
Lin Siran put his hands on the table and said as a matter of course, "Nonsense, when did I ever joke with you?"
He Wen, who had rejected Qin Ran before, looked up, feeling hopeless. "Is it too late for me to ask her to help me play games now?"
Lin Siran raised her chin towards Qin Ran and said, "Go find her yourself."
He Wen and the Physics representative of Class 8 both glanced in Qin Ran's direction.
The other person was half lying on the table, holding a lollipop in his mouth and a pen, seemingly practicing calligraphy seriously.
In short, no matter what she is doing, even her back is not easy to deal with.
"I dare not ask, Lin Siran, Sister Lin, from today on, you are also my sister," He Wen and others looked at Lin Siran seriously, "Can you lend me your account to play with?"
Three God Cards...
**
People in the class must be more curious about Qin Ran than Lin Siran.
But Qin Ran was wearing headphones, half leaning against the wall to practice calligraphy. She seemed very obedient, but... In short, for various reasons, no one in Class 9 dared to mess with Boss Qin, so they could only bother Lin Siran.
Lin Siran was annoyed by these people all night. She finally returned to her seat. She propped her chin on her hand and tilted her head to look at Qin Ran.
Qin Ran held the pen and wrote slower than before.
"Ranran, is your grass going to wither?" Suddenly remembering something, Lin Siran straightened up and was alert.
Qin Ran coughed, then casually pulled out the red rope around her neck.
The grass in the glass bottle was indeed wilted and a little yellow.
This thing has a time limit, and adding water won't work.
She put it back and continued practicing calligraphy, saying nonchalantly, "It's dry, it's okay."
"It may not arrive tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow. I'll give you a new grass the day after tomorrow." Lin Siran took out a piece of paper and a pen and drew on the paper for a while.
She bit the tip of her pen.
After a long while, the time was decided.
Qin Ran crossed her legs and didn’t pay much attention. She just said “hmm” drowsily.
later.
There was a thick book of physics materials on Xu Yaoguang's desk. He flipped through a few pages and after doing a big physics problem, he felt a little impatient.
Put down the pen.
Leaning back in the chair.
In the back, 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 Lin Siran's three magic cards, so what Sister Ran has is nothing." Qiao Sheng put down his pen and laughed softly.
Xu Yaoguang pursed his lips, feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
He turned his head.
Take out a fresh piece of scratch paper.
I wrote three words with a gel pen.
First line - QR.
Second row - Q.
He stared at the two lines of words for a long while, and finally murmured, "One word is missing..."
"What?" My deskmate turned his head.
Xu Yaoguang shook his head, "Nothing."
He reached out, crumpled the paper into a ball, and threw it behind him.
It happened to be thrown into the trash can.
**
The next day, morning.
Qin Ran did not go to the cafeteria to eat, but went to the school clinic.
Lu Zhaoying sat drowsily in his office chair.
Qin Ran knew that he must be practicing Taoism or playing games again, so she walked past him and went inside to find Cheng Juan.
Cheng Juan was leaning on the sofa reading a book. When he saw her coming, he yawned lazily, as if he hadn't slept well. There was a little nasal sound in his voice. "Wait a moment, Cheng Mu will be back soon."
“I’m not in a hurry.” Except for the physics teacher, other teachers were very tolerant of her. Qin Ran sat opposite him, supporting herself on the side of the sofa. “Can you make specimens?”
"What type?" Cheng Juan raised his eyes, pulled the blanket around him, and put it aside.
Qin Ran took out the grass that Lin Siran gave her from her sweater.
I'm almost wilting. I don't think I'll make it through the day.
Her sweater seemed to be the one she brought back from Cheng Juan last time.
The same goes for the white coat on the outside.
The sweater was black, casual and loose. She entangled her fingers with the red thread and pulled out the small glass bottle. The collar moved, revealing the collarbone that had been covered before.
The clothes were too loose, making her collarbone look even thinner.
The contrast between black and white is also striking.
Cold and gentle tenderness.
My gaze was looking downwards uncontrollably.
Cheng Juan raised his head.
Qin Ran pulled it off and handed it to Cheng Juan, "Take a look."
Cheng Juan said "yeah" nonchalantly, took it and took a look, then lowered his voice, "Almost done, let Cheng Mu bring some things back later, it will be ready in two days."
Qin Ran propped up her chin and tilted her head to look at Cheng Juan.
In her life, she admires two types of people. One is the researcher who sticks to his profession despite a salary of 3,000 yuan.
The second is someone who can be patient no matter what he does.
She can't do that. She can't sit still if it's not something she's interested in. It's still okay now.
In the past, she often went around causing trouble with Pan Mingyue.
Perhaps their elementary school teacher never expected that she and Pan Mingyue, the last and second to last students, would one day become the dark horses of Hengchuan No. 1 Middle School.
Cheng Mu came back from outside soon and brought breakfast.
Qin Ran sat on the chair, leaning back, drinking porridge with a spoon in one hand and sending a message to Chang Ning with her phone in the other.
[Are there any orders recently?] 】
It was rare to see Qin Ran so motivated. Chang Ning was afraid that she would regret it, so he sent out a two-page list in one second.
Qin Ran clicked on the large picture and flipped through it.
Cheng Mu brought her a glass of milk and saw Qin Ran reading a bunch of Martian language.
He was quite curious, "Miss Qin, what is this?"
"Sherlock Holmes Code." Qin Ran took a sip of porridge and said nonsense.
This is the special translation code for 129, and only those who have memorized the code can understand it.
Qin Ran was not afraid of being recognized by Cheng Mu.
Cheng Mu glanced at Qin Ran dimly.
Qin Ran flipped through two pages of paper, but didn’t find the list she wanted, so she deleted it and replied again:
Anything else? 】
Chang Ning didn't say a word and just called the voicemail.
Qin Ran wrote a "c" in his note so that no one would recognize it.
Qin Ran hung up the phone expressionlessly and didn't answer.
Lu Zhaoying came over yawning. When he saw Qin Ran, he paused with his hand covering his mouth and stopped yawning in the middle of the yawn.
I remembered Qin Ran's acquaintance with Yang Fei.
He wanted to catch Qin Ran and interrogate her, but Cheng Juan was present, so he didn't dare.
After breakfast, Qin Ran returned to Class 9.
Cheng Juan also went back inside, half lying on the sofa and asking Cheng Mu to go buy some things.
Mr. Jun has many more interests.
From elementary school to now, I have changed at least a hundred jobs.
Cheng Mu turned around to leave, and saw the glass bottle in Cheng Juan's hand from the corner of his eye. He paused, "Master Juan, this is..."
Cheng Juan clenched his hands and blocked Cheng Mu's gaze.
He looked at Cheng Mu expressionlessly and spoke slowly: "What are you looking at?"
Cheng Mu: “…”
Oh, I see, Miss Qin’s.
**
On this side, Qin Ran had already arrived at Class 9.
Class nine is still very lively.
A group of people surrounded He Wen and watched him play games. He Wen used Lin Siran's account.
If Li Airong passed by at this moment, she would definitely frown and feel that the learning atmosphere in Class 9 was not good enough.
Qiao Sheng half-lay on the table, his phone showing a Weibo page. After looking at it for a long while, he looked in Qin Ran's direction and posted a message on WeChat:
[You don’t even take me with you when you play, I’m jealous.] 】
Illustration, lemon essence.
After posting it, it immediately received more than a dozen likes and comments.
Qiao Sheng was too lazy to flip through the pages and returned to the Weibo interface.
He sat sideways in his seat, with his long legs in the aisle and his head supported by one hand.
During the break, Xu Yaoguang took another set of papers from the physics teacher.
When the message was sent to Qin Ran, she was lying on the table, covering her head with her school uniform that she hadn't worn for a long time. She could barely see through it, and the headphone wire was sticking out. I didn't know if she was sleeping.
Her cell phone was on the table.
It seemed like someone was sending her a video, which kept flashing on, but she didn't care.
Everyone around her automatically kept one meter away from her.
Xu Yaoguang paused. In the past, he would have put Qin Ran's paper on her head. He was not the kind of person who cared about other people's thoughts.
Qiao Sheng was right. The only person in this school that he was a little concerned about was Qin Yu.
He lowered his eyes, thought for a while, and placed the two papers on Lin Siran's desk.
After handing out the papers and returning to his seat, Qiao Sheng was still checking Weibo.
Xu Yaoguang nonchalantly pulled open his stool, glanced at it casually, and tightened his hand on the stool.
He directly snatched Qiao Sheng's phone.
Qiao Sheng remained on the Weibo page.
The above is the @qr Weibo post that Yang Fei posted.
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Many stories can only be developed in Beijing, I feel so uncomfortable with it, babies...
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