As a fan of the ashes, why did Lu Zhaoying not know Yang Fei?

Even if Yang Fei wore a mask and didn't show his face, he could recognize him.

Not to mention that Yang Fei took off his mask.

Lu Zhaoying's reaction made Cheng Mu jump.

However, I realized that the boy in front of me was Yang Fei.

He also looked at Yang Fei in surprise, and then looked at Qin Ran's direction again.

Qin Ran was playing with the pen that Cheng Jun gave her in the house. She sat on the chair with the back of her head on the back of the chair. When she heard the sound, she tilted her head slightly.

At first glance, she saw Yang Fei standing in front of Lu Zhaoying. She turned around without any expression, "I don't know him."

The sound sounds unrest.

Yang Fei couldn't help but touch his nose and coughed again, "Class Qin Ran, I'm here to talk to you about the matter."

"Yang Shen, you sit first," Lu Zhaoying took three minutes to find her voice, and then she drew out the bench she had treated with diligently for Yang Fei to sit on: "Are you here for Qin Xiaoran? That's how she is, it's very cool. Why are you looking for Qin Xiaoran? You two know each other?"

Lu Zhaoying had been wondering before how Qin Ran got the ticket to the meeting.

Now that he saw Yang Fei himself, he felt vaguely.

These two people know each other, so what is the ticket in Qin Ran’s hand given by him?

Lu Zhaoying looked at Qin Ran in shock.

"Just..." Yang Fei didn't sit down. He took off his sweatshirt hat, his mask was hooked on his little finger, and he spoke politely, "I want to play games with her."

"Let her play games? Yangshen, why do you want her to play games?" Lu Shao is now a gyro, completely following Yang Fei. "Don't your team have a Meng Xinran? It's also in this school, Qin Xiaoran doesn't have enough speed."

Lu Zhaoying played games with Qin Ran and knew that Qin Ran was good at operating and moving, but the only flaw was that her hand speed was too slow.

Now, even the Grandmaster level has not reached it.

I don’t know if it was shocked by Lu Zhaoying’s words, Yang Fei paused for a long time before raising his head, “Just call me my name.”

The person who can call Qin Ran the name Yang Shen was called him, Yang Fei was frightened.

Cheng Jun held his hand on the table and looked at Yang Fei with no expression, with a weak tone, "Is that your friend? Go and ask him what he is doing."

Qin Ran took out her ears with one empty hand.

Three minutes later, he went out of the school clinic with Yang Fei expressionless.

**

"Then Meng Xinran was asked by Yi Jiming at that time," Yang Fei lowered his head in the yard, "He said he could see a little of your style, but who knew she could make trouble so much."

Qin Ran lowered her head, looked at the grass under her feet casually, and said "hmm".

Yang Fei knew her well, so he didn't say anything more, but instead asked another question, "Yi Jiming really wants to see you."

"No," Qin Ran was a little distracted and didn't care what he said, "It's okay, I'll go back to have a meal."

He entered the school clinic very simply and closed the door.

Yang Fei stood there, put on a mask, then pulled out the hat of the sweatshirt before turning around and leaving the yard.

Qin Ran returned to the school clinic and put Cheng Jun's pen that she gave Xia Fei on the table. Looking at Lu Zhaoying who was still stiff in the middle of the room, she cleared her throat and said, "It's time to eat."

Lu Zhaoying had turned into a statue. He turned his head stiffly when he heard the sound.

Eat? Is it time to eat now!!

He was crazy.

Cheng Mu brought a few empty bowls and placed them on the table. He saw Qin Ran's pen casually placing his hands on the table.

I recognized that this was what he got today.

Cheng Mu had a stiff face, "Miss Qin, are you using two pens instead?"

"Ah, no," Qin Ran reacted. She slowly picked up the chopsticks and spoke vaguely, "Your Master Jun gave it to my classmate."

After thinking about it, Qin Ran said again: "The feel is OK, but it is easy to scratch."

Cheng Mu: “…”

**

During evening self-study, Qin Ran continued to return to the class.

Everyone in the class gathered to discuss Meng Xinran's affairs.

There was a burst of laughter from time to time.

Headed by Qiao Sheng.

Whether it was Meng Xinran or the group of people, they all had a grudge against Class 9.

On weekdays, people in the two classes always have sparks of sight when they see them.

Especially in the past two days, a group of people have nostrils facing the sky, which is so awesome.

Meng Xinran's eyes were not squinting.

Who knew that the slap came so quickly?

"Did you see that post Qiao Sheng posted on our school forum?" In the back row, a group of boys gathered together to talk about the posts on the forum, and said with a muffled smile: "Is it just released the records of the Meng family buying water army and marketing accounts? Is it still our eldest son Qiao ruthless?"

Qin Ran sat in her seat and began to practice writing slowly with her pen.

Xia Fei and Lin Siran came in through the back door together.

Qin Ran held a pen in one hand and a chin in the other, then raised her eyes and tapped the table with the pen, signaling Xia Fei to come over.

"Sister Ran, what are you asking for me?" Xia Fei sat on the seat in front of Qin Ran.

Qin Ran raised her hand and threw the pen on the side to Xia Fei: "For you."

Xia Fei subconsciously answered it and saw clearly what was in her hand. She immediately felt a thousand pounds weighing in her hand, "Sister Ran, what did you give me?"

"Just last time's pen," Qin Ran leaned against the wall lazily, picked up her pen again, and slowly practiced writing again. "The person who gave me the pen to see that you like it, and also bought you one."

If I didn't know the price of this one, Xia Fei felt that the pen in his hand weighed a thousand pounds.

"Sister Ran, please take it back quickly. I dare not move my hand, I dare not move at all." Xia Fei was afraid that she would move, so the pen fell down, and she couldn't afford to pay for ten.

Qin Ran raised her eyebrows, "What do you say?"

"This is 300,000."

"Ah," Qin Ran paused, narrowing her eyes slightly, "No, this is a high-quality imitation, 500 yuan, you have to mind, you can transfer it to me 500 yuan."

High imitation?

Xia Fei was surprised by the degree of simulation of high imitation, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

500 yuan is still a bit expensive for a pen.

But it is acceptable to ordinary people.

She transferred 500 yuan to Qin Ran very happily.

Qin Ran transferred another 500 yuan to Cheng Jun.

**

The people from Class 9 were still discussing wildly.

Suddenly, the back door was kicked open with a "bang".

Class 9 was quiet for a moment, and all his eyes were gathered at the back door.

Meng Xinran stood at the back door with a bad face. She didn't look at the others in Class 9 and looked directly at Qiao Sheng sitting in the back row. Her expression on her face was as cold as ever: "Qiao Sheng, did you post the forum?"

There were also a few boys from a group following her.

Mobilize many troops.

Qiao Sheng sat on his desk without fear, smiling carelessly, "Yes, why, fight?"

Of course, I don’t dare to fight with Class 9 when fighting. Who doesn’t know that the boss of Class 9 knows Wei Zihang?

"Deleted." Meng Xinran's expressionless face was a little cold and sarcastic.

His eyes turned to Qin Ran, who was still sitting in his seat and practicing calligraphy as if nothing had happened.

Everyone knows that Qiao Sheng is protecting her because of Qin Ran’s affairs, but the person involved is calm and seems to care about nothing.

Qiao Sheng won't delete it if he beats him to death, no one can do anything about it.

"Do you dare to come to Jiuzhou You Arena? PK, three games determine the outcome, delete the post and apologize if you lose! If we lose, we call you dad!" The squad leader of the squad looked at the people in Class 9.

The boys in Class 9 ignored the squad leader of Class 1. They weren’t stupid, so they went to the arena with professional players to pk?

"Don't you dare? Then call us dad." A group of people stood outside the door of Class 9, mocking wildly.

They definitely don't dare to fight with Class 9.

Only other methods can be used.
To be continued...