Meng Xinran looked at the entrance ticket that fell from the book and did not reach out to get it.

He just glanced at the people around him, sneered, and said nothing, just a smile on his face and mocked him.

Qin Ran rarely studies in the classroom at noon recently.

Lin Siran came earlier than Qin Ran.

She pressed when she arrived and saw a mess.

Her table was pushed aside, Qin Ran's table fell to the ground, and there were a bunch of love and extracurricular books scattered on the ground, and then a bunch of review materials in a mess.

"How did Ranran's desk become like this?" Lin Siran squatted down, reached out to pick up books, raised her head again, looked at the front table, and squinted her eyes: "Are you two fighting?"

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

Qin Ran usually looks at being lazy, but she never gets angry in class, but she is just a big shot.

Even Wei Zihang was her younger brother.

After several times, I couldn't find anyone who really dared to mess with her.

Lin Siran was already sorting out the book, but when she saw the reaction in front of the table, she slowly put down the book.

Stand up and glanced at Class 9.

The people from Class 9 have almost arrived, but the people who are short of them are actually very eye-catching.

Qiao Sheng, Xu Yaoguang and Qin Ran, and new students, Meng Xinran.

"Tell me, what's going on?" Lin Siran moved his desk to its original place and spoke calmly.

The others looked at each other, and then hesitated to tell what Meng Xinran had done before.

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

Then it will be the Shura Field.

Lin Siran straightened his crooked book, listened to the words in front of the table, his eyes became colder little by little, "No."

The rest of the class felt a sudden sensation.

"I don't have the courage to face Sister Ran, why didn't anyone stop her at that time?" Lin Siran stood there and saw a very light footprint on the original text page of Qin Ran's treasured book. She smiled and glanced at the whole class with a cold look: "These books are here, so no one can move."

Others in Class 9 dared not speak, and the atmosphere in Class 9 is particularly depressing today.

**

On this side, Qiao Sheng and Xu Yaoguang were still having dinner outside.

The two of them are still very particular about food.

I will go to the OST team show match tomorrow, so Qiao Sheng decided to eat hot pot for lunch to celebrate. He originally planned to call Meng Xinran, but Meng Xinran's diet was sweet.

The spicy pan is steaming hot, with a layer of red oil tumbling on it.

Qiao Sheng took a bite of the fat beef and looked for cold drinks everywhere.

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

While hotting the dishes again, he pressed the answer button, "He Wen, why are you looking for me?"

The sound is slow and you can still hear pleasure.

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

"What's the shock? Talk well." Qiao Sheng was fetching vegetables again.

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

Qiao paused, and he narrowed his eyes: "What's going on? Tell me slowly."

"Meng Xinran's ticket was lost. She found it in Sister Ran's book. You should go back to the class quickly. If you don't come back, it will be a big earthquake."

Qiao Sheng put down the chopsticks, took out a tissue and wiped his mouth, narrowing his eyes: "Wait for me to come back."

Xu Yaoguang sat in the seat opposite him, and narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard his voice.

**

Qiao Sheng and Xu Yaoguang went back very quickly.

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

Qin Ran and Meng Xinran are neither involved.

Only Lin Siran was sitting in her seat and was writing 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 is obvious to all. Although not mentioned, 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 floor and a few lollipops rolling on the side.

Qin Ran was far apart from the two tables in front and behind. He walked in directly, bent down and started picking up books, "Li Siran, why don't you pick up Sister Ran's books?"

Before I could pick up a book, Lin Siran stopped me, "Jiu Sheng, you'd better not move."

Her voice could not hear any turbulence.

"Sister Ran has a good memory. She remembers the book when she left. Even if you put it in place, she will know." Lin Siran wrote a word, but she couldn't calm down, so she simply put down her pen again.

"Fuck!" Qiao Sheng kicked the table in front.

There was a "clang" sound.

No one in the class dared to look up.

Lin Siran still had no expression on her face.

Qiao Sheng simply took out his cell phone and called Meng Xinran. The first time Meng Xinran hung up, and the second time Meng Xinran picked up.

"Did you see that ticket?" Meng Xinran mocked her tone.

Qiao Sheng swept the ground and saw a corner falling on the ground, and a ticket to the original document was sandwiched.

"You are too impulsive. Sister Ran won't do such a thing." Qiao Sheng leaned against Lin Siran's table, his voice very heavy.

"No? Then I ask you, why is my ticket in her book?" Meng Xinran sat in the coffee shop and sneered, "The only one in the class is the last one. Who else can she be if she is not?"

Meng Xinran leaned on the back of the chair and stirred the coffee slowly with a spoon.

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

Meng Xinran didn’t know who else could get her ticket except Qin Ran?

This kind of arrogant and uncovered behavior is really similar to Qin Ran's personality.

"I'm going to make this clear in public. I'm not protecting her, but I trust her. You come back first. I'll help you find out about this." Qiao Sheng took a deep breath.

"How else do you need to check? The tickets in her book are the best explanation. Do you want to say that the ticket is her own?" Meng Xinran found it ridiculous, "Qiao Sheng, do you believe this sentence?"

Qin Ran’s vote is indeed difficult to explain.

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

Gu raised his eyes and looked at the books all over the floor, but he still had a headache.

"Have anyone informed Sister Ran?" Qiao Sheng glanced at the people in the class.

Everyone else shook their heads.

Who dares to poke Qin Ran?

I'm afraid I don't 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 while, and finally pressed it.

**

At this time, Qin Ran was lying on the desk in the school medical room to practice calligraphy.

He held a pen in his left hand and wrote it in strokes, which was quite irritable.

"Qin Xiaoran, the handwriting is just a person's face. Writing it well will make it worth it. I will ask Master Jun to customize the copybook for you." Lu Zhaoying held the pen and looked at Qin Ran, and seemed to be furious, and quickly spoke.

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

Qin Ran half lay on the table and spoke weakly, "Who?"

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

"Jiang Jinyuan, Master Jiang, his calligraphy and paintings are of the highest collection value in contemporary times. Do you know how many collectors are willing to spend a lot of money to buy his calligraphy and paintings? Unfortunately, he is easy to understand and no one can invite him." Lu Zhaoying said, sighing again.

"Oh." Qin Ran was not familiar with this Jiang Jinyuan, and there was no database in her mind.

So it seems that the interest is lacking.

"If you do this, you will be beaten to death in the capital." Lu Zhaoying looked at Qin Ran's expression without any change, and she was completely convinced.

Jiang Jinyuan was a idle scholar, but he had a deep social relationship in the capital, so few people could invite him.

Not to mention that he had to write a copybook to practice calligraphy for Qin Ran.

After thinking about it, Lu Zhaoying went to the box where she packed the copybook and looked at it. There were several copybooks that Master Jiang personally copied.
To be continued...