Meng Xinran looked at the admission ticket that fell from the book but did not reach out to take it.
He just glanced at the people around him, sneered, and didn't say anything, but looked mocking with a smile on his face.
Qin Ran seldom studies in the classroom at noon recently.
Lin Siran arrived earlier than Qin Ran.
When she arrived and pressed the button, she saw a mess.
Her desk was pushed aside, and Qin Ran's desk fell to the ground. There were a pile of love letters and extracurricular books scattered on the ground, and then there was a mess of review materials.
"Why has Ranran's desk become like this?" Lin Siran squatted down, stretched out his hand to pick up the books, raised his head again, looked at the table in front of him, and narrowed his eyes: "Did you two have a fight?"
"No, how dare we fight here?" The boy at the front desk shrank his head, lowered his eyes, and whispered: "Put away Sister Ran's things quickly, we dare not touch her things."
Qin Ran usually looked carefree, but she had never fought or lost her temper in class. However, she was a big shot.
Even Wei Zihang treats her as his younger brother.
...
...
After searching all over No. 1 Middle School, I couldn't find anyone who really dared to mess with her.
Lin Siran was originally arranging books, but when she saw the reaction of the person sitting in front of her, she slowly put the books down.
He stood up and glanced at Class Nine.
Almost all the people from Class Nine have arrived, and the shortage of people is actually quite noticeable.
Qiao Sheng, Xu Yaoguang, Qin Ran, and the new student Meng Xinran.
"Tell me, what's going on?" Lin Siran moved his desk back to its original place and spoke calmly.
The others looked at each other, then hesitantly told the story of Meng Xinran.
"You should put Sister Ran's things away first, otherwise she will definitely be angry when she comes later." The person at the front desk spoke again.
By then it will be a Shura field.
Lin Siran straightened her tilted book and listened to the words of the person in front of her. Her eyes gradually turned colder. "I won't accept it."
The other people in the class felt a pang of fear.
“If she didn’t have the courage to face Sister Ran, why didn’t anyone stop her?” Lin Siran stood there and saw a faint footprint on the page of Qin Ran’s precious book. She smiled and glanced at the whole class with a cold look: “Put these books here, no one is allowed to move.”
The other students in Class 9 didn't dare to speak. The atmosphere in Class 9 was particularly depressing today.
**
On this side, Qiao Sheng and Xu Yaoguang were still eating outside.
The two of them are very particular about food.
Tomorrow Qiao Sheng will go to watch the OST team's exhibition match, so he decided to have hotpot at noon to celebrate. He originally planned to invite Meng Xinran, but Meng Xinran prefers sweet food.
The spicy hot pot is steaming, with a layer of red oil rolling on top.
Qiao Sheng took a bite of the beef and looked for a cold drink because it was too spicy.
The phone placed on the seat rang several times. Finally, the waiter reminded him and Qiao Sheng saw it.
While re-scalding the food, he pressed the answer button, "He Wen, what do you want to talk to me about?"
The voice is slow and pleasant.
He Wen's voice was stuck in his throat, tense, "Qiao Sheng, something terrible has happened, there's an earthquake in our class!"
"Why are you shaking? Speak properly." Qiao Sheng was picking up some vegetables again.
"That Meng Xinran pushed Sister Ran's desk!" He Wen took a deep breath and spoke seriously.
Qiao Sheng paused and narrowed his eyes: "What's going on? Tell me slowly."
"Meng Xinran lost her ticket. She found it in Sister Ran's book. You should return to class soon. If you don't come back, there will be a big earthquake."
Qiao Sheng put down his chopsticks, took out a tissue and wiped his mouth, his eyes narrowed slightly: "Wait for me to come back."
Xu Yaoguang was sitting opposite him. He narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard his voice.
**
Qiao Sheng and Xu Yaoguang returned quickly.
When he returned to Class 9, the class was unusually silent.
Qin Ran and Meng Xinran were both not there.
Only Lin Siran was sitting in her seat, working in an exercise book.
Qiao Sheng took a look and found that the exercise book was given to Lin Siran by Qin Ran.
Lin Siran's progress during this period of time was obvious to all. Although they didn't say it, they all knew that Lin Siran's progress had a lot to do with Qin Ran.
Qiao Sheng frowned as he looked at the books scattered on the floor and a few lollipops that had rolled to the side.
The two tables in front and behind Qin Ran were far apart, so he walked in directly, bent down and started picking up the books. "Li Siran, why don't you pick up Sister Ran's books?"
Before he could pick up a book, Lin Siran stopped him, "Qiao Sheng, you'd better not move."
There was no trace of emotion in her voice.
"Sister Ran has a good memory. She remembers everything about the books when she left. She will know even if you put them in order." Lin Siran wrote a word, but couldn't calm down, so she simply put down the pen.
"Fuck!" Qiao Sheng kicked the table in front of him.
There was a loud "clang" sound.
No one else in the class dared to look up.
Lin Siran's face still showed no expression.
Qiao Sheng simply took out his cell phone and called Meng Xinran. Meng Xinran hung up the first time, but she picked up the second time.
"Have you seen the ticket?" Meng Xinran asked sarcastically.
Qiao Sheng glanced at the ground and saw a ticket that had fallen to the ground, with a corner of it still stuck in an original book.
"You are too impulsive. Sister Ran would not do such a thing." Qiao Sheng leaned against Lin Siran's desk, his voice was very deep.
"No? Then let me ask you, how come my ticket is in her book?" Meng Xinran sat in the coffee shop and sneered, "She was the last one to leave in the class. Who else could it be but her?"
Meng Xinran leaned back in her chair, stirring the coffee slowly with a spoon.
The smile was sarcastic. "So, Qiao Sheng, what do you mean by making this call? To protect her?"
Meng Xinran didn't know who else could get her ticket besides Qin Ran?
This kind of arrogant and unconcealed behavior is really similar to Qin Ran's personality.
"This matter should be made clear in public. I am not defending her, but I trust her. Come back first and I will help you investigate this matter." Qiao Sheng took a deep breath.
"How else can we check? The ticket in her book is the best explanation. Are you going to say that the ticket is hers?" Meng Xinran thought it was ridiculous. "Qiao Sheng, do you believe this?"
Qin Ran’s vote was indeed difficult to explain.
Qiao Sheng squatted down and looked at the ticket on the ground.
He raised his eyes again and looked at the books on the floor, but he still had a headache.
"Has anyone informed Sister Ran?" Qiao Sheng glanced at everyone in the class.
The others shook their heads.
Who dares to poke Qin Ran?
I’m afraid I don’t even know how to write the word death.
Qiao Sheng took a deep breath, took out his cell phone, looked at Qin Ran's phone number for a long time, and finally dialed it.
**
At this time, Qin Ran was lying on the table in the school clinic practicing calligraphy.
He held the pen in his left hand and wrote stroke by stroke, looking quite impatient.
“Qin Xiaoran, handwriting is a person’s face. Write well, and it will be worth it for me to ask Master Juan to customize the calligraphy for you.” Lu Zhaoying held the pen and saw that Qin Ran seemed to be getting angry, so he spoke quickly.
"Do you know who this is?" Lu Zhaoying looked mysterious.
Qin Ran half-lay on the table and spoke weakly, "Who?"
His tone was indifferent, showing no interest at all.
"Jiang Jinyuan, Master Jiang, his calligraphy and paintings are the most valuable in contemporary collections. Do you know how many collectors are willing to spend a fortune to buy his calligraphy and paintings? It's a pity that he lives in seclusion and few people can invite him." Lu Zhaoying said, and sighed again.
“Oh.” Qin Ran was not familiar with Jiang Jinyuan, and she didn’t have any information about him in her mind.
So he seemed to lack interest.
“If you do this, you’ll be beaten to death in the capital.” Lu Zhaoying looked at Qin Ran’s expression, which didn’t change at all, and was completely convinced.
Jiang Jinyuan is just an idle scholar, but he has a deep social circle in the capital, and there are very few people who can invite him.
Not to mention that he was asked to write a calligraphy copybook for Qin Ran to practice calligraphy.
After thinking about it, Lu Zhaoying went to look in the box containing the calligraphy copies. There were several calligraphy copies copied by Master Jiang himself.
Not to mention that these calligraphy works are priceless, just asking Master Jiang to do this is an honor.
Watching Qin Ran practicing calligraphy, Lu Zhaoying couldn't help but wonder, if Elder Cheng came forward, could he ask Master Jiang to write calligraphy specifically for one person?
If you think about it more deeply, it seems that there is not much hope.
Thinking of this, Lu Zhaoying glanced at Qin Ran again. Did you know that you spent eight figures of RMB on practicing calligraphy?
It was rumored in the upper class of Beijing that the Cheng family was rich, but Lu Zhaoying had never expected that Cheng Juan would have so much money...
No wonder some people hate the rich.
Lu Zhaoying himself felt a little jealous.
Qin Ran was very annoyed while practicing calligraphy at noon today.
Practicing calligraphy requires qualitative analysis, but for Qin Ran, the word "qualitative analysis" basically does not exist.
When Qiao Sheng called, she spoke in an impatient tone, lowering her voice, "Go ahead."
Cold and dry.
Just one word was enough to dissuade Qiao Sheng from his decision.
Qiao Sheng paused for a moment before speaking cautiously, "Something happened in the class. Sister Ran, are you free to come to the class?"
With this tone, Qiao Sheng dared to say such words.
Thinking that something had happened, Qin Ran hung up the phone and threw the pen on the table. "My class needs me for something. I'll go back first."
Lu Zhaoying looked at the pen that Qin Ran had thrown away, and his heart trembled.
That pen belonged to Cheng Juan. Anything related to Cheng Juan, even a pair of nail clippers, would cost an unimaginable price for others.
**
Qin Ran casually put on a baseball cap and walked towards Class 9.
Class 9 was already very quiet, especially after Qiao Sheng made that phone call, no one dared to even breathe.
The back door was slowly pushed open.
Class 9 was very self-disciplined some time ago, but there were still people discussing questions in a low voice. Now it is so quiet that you can hear a pin drop.
Qin Ran raised her eyebrows and walked inside.
Xu Yaoguang, who was sitting in the second to last seat at the back, looked up at her.
Qiao Sheng and He Wen both stood on Lin Siran's side.
Qin Ran walked past another group before she saw the victory next to Lin Siran.
Her books were scattered all over the floor. Several foreign books had clear footprints on them, and a few were torn apart due to excessive inertia.
Qin Ran raised her hand and took off the baseball cap on her head.
The air in the class was almost frozen, as if it was a balloon that had reached its limit and would explode with a "bang" if someone moved the slightest bit.
Others just wanted to bury their heads in books.
Qiao Sheng also opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.
Just when everyone else was trembling with fear, a low chuckle suddenly broke out in the classroom, but it did not sound joyful.
Qiao Sheng and the others couldn't help but look at Qin Ran, only to see her dark eyes and slightly red eye whites.
Even smiling seemed extremely dangerous.
“Lin Siran, tell me.” Qin Ran leaned to the side, her tone calm and indifferent, with no sense of joy or anger, and a hint of laziness between her words and actions.
Lin Siran closed the book and explained everything he knew.
"Sister Ran," Qiao Sheng coughed, "Don't worry, I will 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 be easy for him to handle this.
“No need,” Qin Ran refused. She reached out and took out her cell phone and made a call. “Do you have 20 people there?”
I don't know what the answer was.
Qin Ran nodded and hung up the phone.
He didn't say anything, didn't put away his books, just leaned aside, with his eyes downcast, twirling his phone in his hand.
In less than five minutes, Wei Zihang came up with a sullen face.
Everyone in Class Nine had heard the legend about Wei Zihang, and they felt even more uneasy.
Wei Zihang still had a cigarette in his mouth. He glanced at Qin Ran's desk and smiled wickedly: "You are so brave."
“This.” Qin Ran raised her chin and pointed to Meng Xinran’s position.
Wei Zihang didn't say anything, he just carried Meng Xinran's desk to the corridor.
The people in Class 9 still didn’t know what Qin Ran was going to do.
Qiao Sheng glanced at Wei Zihang. Fearing that Qin Ran might alert the school, he followed her out and asked, "Sister Ran, what are you doing now?"
The others looked at each other and followed him out.
When he went out, he saw Qin Ran leaning on the corridor, with his head tilted. His slightly tilted eyebrows revealed a sense of self-indulgence, still with the nonchalance of a young man.
She was slowly throwing Meng Xinran's books one by one down from the fifth floor.
Downstairs, twenty people cleared a space to avoid hitting anyone.
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After all, Ran Ye is Ran Ye~
The xx event ends at 24:00 in the evening. Finally, please give me some tickets, babies!
Then guys, Huahua’s computer is not fixed yet, so I took out my sister’s grandpa’s computer. It takes ten minutes to boot up, and typing and line switching are also slow... I’m not used to it, so the recent updates will be a little late, I hope it will be better tomorrow...
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