After more than two months in Class 9, some people did regard her as their friend.

Qin Ran has always been unsilent to her friends.

Qiao Sheng and others tried their best to enter this exhibition match.

And this ticket is just a matter of one word for Qin Ran.

In addition to this stack for Qiao Sheng, she also left a private ticket for the meeting for Lu Zhaoying.

The expressions on the faces of the three boys who helped Meng Xinran move the table gradually disappeared.

The students in Class 9, who saw clearly what was on the table, didn't say a word.

These days, we have been focusing on the performance competition tickets. The performance competition tickets are very limited, and they are only available among the ashes fans, and each person is limited to one.

That's why the ticket in Meng Xinran's hands caused a sensation in No. 1 Middle School.

You can see from Qiao Sheng’s use of almost everything to Meng Xinran for these tickets.

There are only four tickets.

Now, a stack?

Qiao Sheng was also shocked. He carefully collected all the scattered tickets and stacked them together, which was even more impressive.

"Damn it?" He Wen was shocked.

Qiao Sheng was also shocked when he felt the thickness. He flipped it one by one. It was full of tickets to the OST show tournament from different OST games, and even private tickets for meetings, a whole stack!

If it were other tickets, the people at the scene would not have had such a big reaction.

But in the past few days, the four tickets in Meng Xinran's hands have reached a white-hot level, and Meng Xinran himself is also very satisfied with the tickets in his hands.

However, now there is no comparison with the stack in Qiao Sheng's hands.

Everyone subconsciously turned their heads towards Qin Ran.

Feeling the deviated vision, Qin Ran frowned and said casually: "Their three performance match tickets and private meetings should be seven or eight of them, and they have never counted them."

Qiao Sheng was confused. He looked down at the tickets in his hand, "Seven, seven or eight?"

Seven or eight pictures of each type?

"Because I was talking late, I didn't leave many tickets." Qin Ran continued to pick up the headphones, put them on slowly, and spoke indifferently: "I don't know if it's enough."

The others looked at the stack of tickets in Qiao Sheng's hand and completely silent about Qin Ran.

The pride and arrogance on the faces of the three students in Class 1 disappeared.

Show off to others, how to show off?

There are stacks of people!

Even private meeting tickets are available!

Back to class one in shame.

When Meng Xinran and the group of people all left, the talent in Class 9 seemed to be a balloon pierced by a needle.

"Qiao Sheng, give me some gifts!"

"Qiao Sheng, from today on, you will be my father who has been separated for many years!"

"You dogs are doing everything they can to vote. Brother, do you still remember your younger brother who has been wandering away since childhood?"

“…”

Qiao Sheng immediately raised his hand, "In this way, except for the four of us, there are three tickets left for each one. Can each get one?"

"dad!"

"One picture is enough, one picture is enough!"

There are many fans of OST in the class and many people want to vote. There are still 16 more votes left in total. If there is not enough score, Qiao Sheng asked them to make rock-scissors.

His place is so lively, but no one dares to approach Qin Ran.

She was wearing headphones, lowering her head and writing very slowly, her eyebrows and eyes were quite impatient.

The person who received the ticket was cheering, but Qiao Sheng raised his hand to calm them down, and then signaled Qin Ran's direction.

The noisy sound disappeared instantly, and everyone put a chain on their mouths. After the popularity of the ticket passed, everyone subconsciously looked at Qin Ran's direction.

Qin Ran changed her posture with a very cold expression.

Everyone immediately withdrew their eyes.

"Have you seen the expressions of those three people in Class I just now?" Beside Qiao Sheng's seat, He Wen and others were learning from the three boys who came to show off in Class I. "The first time I saw someone's expressions change so quickly."

After saying this, he fell silent again.

"Well," In the end, He Wen broke the silence first. He glanced at Qin Ran's direction, "Where do you think Sister Ran got the ticket? Meng Xinran only has four tickets."

This is because Meng Xinran was a substitute for OST before and even played on the court once.

Others didn't speak.

Xu Yaoguang raised his eyes, and he looked at Qin Ran thoughtfully, narrowing his beautiful eyes slightly: "She must not be able to get it herself, it should be someone who gave it to her."

Qiao Sheng knew that Xu Yaoguang must have thought of the people from the school clinic.

Thinking of it, he couldn't help but look down.

The seat number is the second row of the inner field area a.

Qiao Sheng had seen the ticket given to Qin Ran by Lu Zhaoying, which was from the fifth row.

For some reason, he always had the illusion that this was not given to Qin Ran by people from the school clinic.

But if not... where did Qin Ran's ticket come from?

**

The people in Class 9 hardly wrote very seriously that night.

The calmest person in the whole class, besides Qin Ran, is Lin Siran, who has been stimulated by Yan Xi's albums.

She calmly took out a set of questions and was working on them.

I waited until the evening self-study get out of class was over before I looked up at Qin Ran.

Qin Ran was still holding headphones, holding a pen in her hand, and was practicing writing slowly.

The pen was pure black and looked nice. The pen cap was also inlaid with a piece of crystal similar to a broken diamond.

It looks mysterious.

Xia Fei, who came to wait for the two, thought it was very beautiful, "Sister Ran, where did you buy this money? I want to buy it too."

She has no hobbies, she just likes to collect good-looking pens, notebooks, and erasers. She is reluctant to throw away even the refills she has finished looking.

Everyone in the class returned to the dormitory one after another.

Qin Ran was taking off her headphones. When she heard Xia Fei's words, she looked down at the pen and turned around. She couldn't find the trademark. "I don't know, I don't know, I'll take a picture for me, and go search online."

She handed Xia Fei the pen.

Just put the copybook away and put it in the hole of the table.

Lin Siran took a look and found that the copybook had no cover.

Xia Fei flipped through the pen, but couldn't find the logo. The pen felt better when holding it in her hand. It was small and exquisite. She immediately took out her phone and took a high-definition picture.

Qiao Sheng was still waiting for Qin Ran at the door. When he saw three girls whining, he raised his legs and walked over, holding a box in his arms.

He risked his life to take the box that Xu Yaoguang used to hold the medals and pack the tickets.

"Sister Ran, why haven't you left yet?" He walked over and spoke in a bad manner.

"It's about to leave." Xia Fei took the picture before putting away his phone.

He handed Qin Ran's pen to her again.

Qin Ran put the pen in the pencil case casually and then said: "It looks good, but it is easy to make scratches."

Especially collisions with compass.

"Then I will buy it and I will take a pencil case to put it separately." Xia Fei nodded.

When the evening self-study was just over, the entire teaching building was very noisy, and almost all the people were exposed before they became quiet.

Qiao Sheng followed Qin Ran downstairs with the box in his arms.

**

Xu Yaoguang was sending physical papers to the office.
Chapter completed!