Madam, Your Sockpuppet is Lost Again!

Concise remarks.

Lu Zhaoying stared at this page for a while, but he politely didn't pry into other people's privacy. He only asked curiously when Qin Ran came out, "Qin Xiaoran, your friend?"

Having been with Qin Ran for so long, Lu Zhaoying knew Qin Ran well, and it was not easy for her to be her friend.

Qin Ran came out from inside and took the phone casually, glanced at it, the expression on his face remained unchanged: "It's sort of."

She took it outside to pick it up.

Seeing her calm expression, Lu Zhaoying didn't ask any more questions. She shouldn't be such an important person.

Lu Zhaoying sat back in his chair and watched the group with his mobile phone.

【Jiang Dongye】: There is nothing to love in life·JPG

[Jiang Dongye]: @cheng jun, say something

When Lu Zhaoying saw it, he knew that Jiang Dongye had experienced twists and turns on the way to find Gu Xichi.

He crossed his legs to the side and laughed muffledly: "Master Juan, Young Master Jiang is looking for you."

Cheng Juan was in the back room, still fiddling with his mannequin unhurriedly. He didn't lift his head when he heard this sentence: "Gu Xichi?"

"Bingo!" Lu Zhaoying snapped his fingers, "Entered a dead end!"

Cheng Juan put the scalpel aside, his voice still casual, put his hand to his lips, and coughed again: "It's no use looking for me, I'm just a doctor, what can I do for him."

Lu Zhaoying: "..."

Cheng Juan slowly observed his mannequin, ignoring Lu Zhaoying.

The phone in his pocket rang, and he took it out casually and picked it up.

"dad."

"Old Jiang Dashou, it's the end of this month, when will you come back?" The voice over there could be heard a little thick.

Cheng Juan stood leaning against the table, his legs were very long from the side, "It will depend on the situation."

Mr. Cheng has never asked for anything from his youngest son, "Okay."

the capital.

hang up the phone.

The middle-aged man sitting in the room couldn't help but said to Mr. Cheng: "Dad, you are too indulgent to the third brother, aren't you? After so many years, you see what a decent thing he dared to do. The troops don't treat you well. , The research institute took half a month to come out, and the family paid for him to start a company, and it took less than a year. If his second sister didn't help run that company, it would have closed down a long time ago."

"Young people, it's normal to have an impetuous mind." Mr. Cheng stood in front of the bookshelf. His hair was gray and his face was deeply grooved, but he was full of energy.

The middle-aged man opened his mouth and looked at Mr. Cheng.

This old man has been rigorous for most of his life, but when he met his old man, he discounted it, and it was almost a bottomless connivance.

Who in the capital doesn't know Master Juan of the Cheng family? A person who no one in the capital would dare to provoke.

He is more stylish than anyone in the Cheng family.

**

at the same time.

Lin.

"Xinran, how is the new environment with the new classmates?" Lin Qi asked while picking up the food.

Meng Xinran took a bite of the food, and said in a flat tone, "It's okay, but the students in Hengchuan No. 1 Middle School like to make a fuss."

Those people frequently asked her about the inside of the OST, or about the Yunguang Consortium, all of them seemed to have never seen the world.

"You're a starlet, isn't it normal for them to ask you?" Lin Qi smiled again, "How can this small place compare with your capital city."

The biggest leader I've ever seen is just Fengloucheng on the news.

Ning Qing was sitting on the other side eating, listening to the conversation between the two, she wanted to know why Meng Xinran was a starlet, but she didn't ask.

"You're in Class Nine, right? I remember Ran Ran is also in Class Nine. Have you met?" Lin Jinxuan held the chopsticks, thought for a while, and asked Meng Xinran.

"Who is Ran Ran?" Meng Xinran raised her head.

"Qin Ran is Yu'er's older sister, and she's in Class 9." Lin Qi pushed down his gold-rimmed glasses and spoke softly.

Qin Yu and Meng Xinran had also heard of it. As for Qinran, Meng Xinran had never heard of it from the Lin family before.

At this time, Lin Qi said this to Lin Jinxuan, so she matched Qin Ran with the Lin family.

Qin Ran left a deep impression on her, but she never connected Qin Ran's appearance with Ning Qing.

"I've heard it," Meng Xinran replied flatly, "but I haven't said anything."

after dinner.

Mrs. Zhang went upstairs to deliver milk to Meng Xinran, with a respectful and cautious attitude.

"Sister-in-law Zhang, why haven't I met Qin Ran at the Lin family? Isn't she Qin Yu's sister?" Meng Xinran took the milk, but didn't drink it right away.

"She doesn't live in the Lin family." Speaking of Qin Ran, Mrs. Zhang frowned, obviously not wanting to mention it.

I thought who that cruel girl was, but I didn't expect that she was just Qin Yu's older sister, not even the Lin family's stepdaughter.

Meng Xinran looked at Mrs. Zhang's disdainful attitude, nodded her head to express her understanding, and didn't ask any more questions.

Mrs. Zhang went downstairs.

At the corner, I saw Ning Qing who was holding the phone in a daze.

"Sister-in-law Zhang." Ning Qing took back her phone and went downstairs with Mrs. Zhang, typing a few words along the way.

"Miss Biao is a member of the OST team. She is a professional player of Kyushu Tour. She has more than one million followers on Weibo and is very famous on the Internet." Mrs. Zhang said slowly.

Ning Qing didn't know what the OST team was. When she heard about the professional players, she didn't care. They were just playing online games.

However, when Aunt Zhang said that she had more than one million fans on Weibo, Ning Qing opened her mouth and was taken aback: "More than one million fans?"

so much?

Seeing Ning Qing's expression, Mrs. Zhang knew that she looked down on gamers.

Pursing her lips, she smiled: "Madam, you may not know that the OST team belongs to the Yunguang Consortium, and everyone in the team will be a member of the Yunguang Consortium from now on."

Hearing the name Yunguang Consortium again, Ning Qing just laughed and couldn't answer anything.

It's a very powerless feeling.

She knew that no matter how hard she climbed in this circle, what she saw was just the tip of the iceberg.

She picked up her phone and went to her room to call Qin Yu.

**

Friday.

Qinran came early in the morning, and she was lying on the table.

Another group of people surrounded Meng Xinran's table.

"That Meng Xinran, I checked her Weibo and found that she has more than one million fans." The boy sitting at Qin Ran's front desk turned around and showed the two people behind him the Weibo interface he found.

But he could only see the back of Qinran's head.

Qin Ran lay prone on the table.

The school uniform was under his hands, and he seemed to be sleeping.

Even if it's lying down, it's not easy to mess with.

Lin Siran glanced at the boy, lowered his voice, "Don't disturb her."

"This Meng Xinran's family is really rich, and that watch costs more than one million." Another boy also suppressed his voice, and turned his head to talk to Lin Siran and the others: "My tribulation game finally passed under her guidance. Well, good-looking, with money at home, a winner in life."

The people in the class really like to watch Meng Xinran play games. She has quick hands, good operation, and good consciousness.

Every day she helps people play games, and many people record their screens.

The second class in the morning is over.

Twenty minutes between classes.

Seeing Qin Ran get up from the table, Qiao Sheng came over to find Qin Ran, leaned on her table and said, "Sister Ran, Meng Xinran has internal tickets, do you want to go to the exhibition match with us tomorrow?"

Qin Ran took out the book, turned a page, and raised her eyebrows: "No."

He Wen followed Qiao Sheng with a mobile phone, and the voice seemed to be playing a game: "Ah, I'm dead, I'm dying! I don't want to lose in the promotion competition!"

Noisy, brain pain.

Qin Ran remembered him, when she was rejected by Li Airong, he was the first to come out with Qiao Sheng.

"Give it to me." Qin Ran leaned against the wall, squeezed her wrist again, and asked He Wen to give her the phone.

"Sister Ran, what are you doing?" He Wen took the time to look at Qin Ran.

Qin Ran glanced at the interface of his phone: "Help you advance."

"No, sister Ran, don't be joking, I'd better go find Miss Meng." He Wen said quickly, "Sister Ran, don't bother me, I'm very short on time now, if this attack card dies, it won't save me Already!"

After He Wen finished speaking, he turned to look for Meng Xinran.

Qin Ran rubbed her nose, then continued to read slowly, okay.

***

At noon, after self-study and lunch.

Qinran usually does not come to the class for self-study in the afternoon, and everyone in Class Nine knows it.

Meng Xinran came out after eating, took out the bag in the table hole, and wanted to take out the admission ticket.

Another group of people surrounded him, "Student Meng, if you don't have a ticket, let's pay our respects!"

Meng Xinran unzipped the chain and touched it.

Did not touch the ticket.

Meng Xinran's calm expression changed, she forgot the things in her bag and dumped them on the table.

There are only a bunch of expensive bottles and lipsticks, not to mention a few tickets, and I haven't seen half of them.

The people around looked at each other in blank dismay.

Meng Xinran clenched her fists, her face livid, "Who comes to class first at noon?"

The other people around looked at each other and held back their smiles.

"Student Meng..."

Meng Xinran lost her ticket.

"The study committee member and I came first at noon today, but neither of us took it." The two classmates changed.

Meng Xinran didn't know what to think of.

She strode to Qin Ran's desk.

After coming to this class for so long, she also knew that Qin Ran was always the last one to leave.

Her face was cold, and her eyes were full of cold light. Without thinking, she stretched out her hand and pushed Qin Ran's table down.

clatter——

The information books on the table, the love letters in the table hole, and a pile of foreign language documents all fell to the ground.

The whole class fell silent.

Xia Fei quickly said, "Don't touch Sister Ran's things, she won't..."

Meng Xinran didn't speak, she didn't even bother to use her hands, she just kicked a pile of things on the ground with her feet.

very light—

A ticket fell out of a foreign novel.