Madam, Your Sockpuppet is Lost Again!

Qin Ran was very popular at school.

A maverick, she squeezed her out to become a Lieutenant Colonel as soon as she arrived.

Qin Ran was good-looking. Not only Hengchuan No. 1 Middle School, but also people from surrounding schools, experimental middle schools, sixth middle schools, and vocational high schools would skip class to see her.

The school's post bar was full of high-definition photos of Qin Ran secretly taken.

Qin Yu used to say that she didn't like people paying too much attention to her, but now those people were discussing Qin Ran one by one, and even the school girl's name was taken out, but she was in a bad mood.

You say, Qin Ran, why is she?

She doesn't study well, she likes to fight, and she has a bad style. She doesn't let any of these bad students fall.

Qin Yu was very clear about the progress of the board report in Class 9. She only found Nie Fei last night, and Nie Fei didn't have time to draw anything at all.

Almost everyone in the ninth class turned their heads, or leaned on the desk and looked back.

The smile on Qin Yu's mouth had not had time to expand, but when she saw the contents of the report on the back panel, she was horrified and her feet were pinned in place.

The people behind her laughed and wanted to ask her why she didn't leave, but when their eyes touched the screen of the board newspaper, their eyes widened.

Xu Yaoguang went to the student union early in the morning to convene the ministers of various departments for a meeting, and then went to each class to inspect.

Yesterday, he left in a hurry. He didn't watch the whole process. He only saw that Qin Ran had drawn two very vivid Q-version characters, one of which was colored.

Only now has he seen the full version.

Lin Siran divided the board newspaper into four parts, copied two poems, and a few high school inspirational quotes. There was a blank space in the middle, which was the countdown to the college entrance examination.

In the remaining four blank spaces, Q-version characters are drawn in each place.

There are four in total, looking from right to left.

The first is a white shirt and black slacks, with finely chopped hair and a pair of beautiful and expressive eyes, a little green.

The second was wearing a T-shirt, holding a microphone and looking into the distance.

The third was in a padded jacket and had a bandage on his arm.

The fourth is a punk outfit with a sky-high spotlight overhead.

like growing up.

The most shocking thing is that the entire blackboard has been painted into a stage effect, and all kinds of chalks just describe the spotlight, and all the famous poems and characters are perfectly embedded in it.

In the bottom row, there are countless little figures in white shadows, only about one finger high, holding light signs.

Even though he had a glimpse yesterday, Xu Yaoguang's mind was still shocked by this grand scene.

The student union was collectively silent, and no one said a word.

"Ahhhh, it's Yanxi! In the process of his debut, the last one is the costume for the latest concert!"

"Blow up my words! Baby is too! Handsome!!"

"Crazy, crazy! I'm going to transfer to class nine, I'm going to transfer to class nine!"

Yan Xi's current nationality is definitely the top three in the entertainment industry.

There are endless sounds from outside.

Almost all of them came out with their mobile phones to take pictures, and then posted on Weibo and school posts.

"Nie Fei, you turned out to be a hidden boss! Disrespectful! I didn't find out before, but from today you are my goddess!" Nie Fei from Class 9 was also surrounded.

Nie Fei was working on the board newspaper in the student union last night, and she had just entered the class. She was dumbfounded: "No, no, it's not me. I was in the student union last night. You...you ask Siran and Qin Ran..."

These people went to surround Qin Ran and Lin Siran again.

Qin Ran was lying lazily on the table, flipping through a book, and she was always in a bad mood when she woke up in the morning.

The expression on his handsome face was cold.

The ninth class knew her temper, and no one dared to ask her anything, but it didn't prevent them from mentioning Qin Ran word by word.

Qin Yu saw Qiao Sheng kick the chair away and sit on the seat in front of Qin Ran with his head turned, as if he was asking Qin Ran something.

"I don't have to pick, I can't pick any faults at all." The Minister of Life waved his hand, and the first one was very fresh.

Qin Yu glanced at Xu Yaoguang again, and when he saw that he also lowered his head and wrote ten minutes seriously, her hand gripping the pen tightened.

"Qin Yu, you're too good," the head of the life department gave Qin Yu a thumbs up, "How do you know that Class 9's board newspapers are well drawn, and you have to come to see Class 9 first?"

Qin Yu: "..." His face turned completely green.

**

Class 9 is really noisy.

Qin Ran put on her earphones expressionlessly, her brows furrowed.

What's going on with these students.

She was wearing a school uniform, her clean and clear face was slightly raised, she seemed to be looking out the window, the irritability in the bottom of her eyes came out, and she was determined to the sky.

"Ran Ran," Lin Siran didn't cover her heart until the dean came to manage the order, and reluctantly pulled her eyes out of the poster at the back, she looked at Qin Ran, "Who is this, who painted this? , who is it?!"

Lin Siran regained her sanity. She looked at Qin Ran and hesitated.

"I don't know." Qin Ran lay on the table impatiently.

Lin Siran whispered "Oh", and then said again, "Ran Ran, you still have a paperwork to do last night."

She was very attentive and took the paper for Qin Ran to copy.

Qin Ran got up again, holding a pen in her left hand, copying the papers, her eyes narrowed slightly, her eyes cold, and her expression irritable.

Class 9 became famous because of this.

Almost no one endorsed it seriously, and they all looked at the direction of Lin Siran and Qin Ran, and whispered.

Xu Yaoguang was flipping through the English book, and everyone around him was discussing who drew it. He couldn't help but look in Qin Ran's direction. The other party was silent and indifferent.

But……

Xu Yaoguang paused, he remembered clearly that she used her right hand last night.

Early reading classes are short.

There were many people in Class 9, Xu Yaoguang went out to buy breakfast, and Qiao Sheng looked at Qin Ran lying on the table, she seemed to be too noisy, and covered her head with her school uniform.

He touched his nose and went out with Xu Yaoguang.

After the morning reading, more people came to Class 9, and the corridor was too crowded.

It's not about the board newspaper in Class 9, or about who drew it.

Downstairs Qin Yu was waiting for them. She glanced at Qiao Sheng who was walking beside Xu Yaoguang, but Qiao Sheng didn't look at her and was just talking to Xu Yaoguang.

"I don't know who it is," Qiao Sheng tutted, put his hands in his pockets, and scolded with a smile, "Qin Ran has been sleeping and ignored me, so she lost the jar of candy I gave her."

Xu Yaoguang was silent, he had always been indifferent, almost no one knew what his family was doing, and he didn't look down on anything.

At this moment, Qiao Sheng mentioned Qin Ran, but he raised his eyebrows.

Qin Yu stood aside and pursed her lips, she saw the reactions of the two of them.

She pretended to be relaxed: "This person is very powerful. It should not be from our school, otherwise no one will come out to claim it."

That board newspaper really didn't have to be picked, Qin Yu couldn't say that it was not good-looking.

"The people who draw are students of our school." Xu Yaoguang suddenly said.

Qiao Sheng and Qin Yu were startled and both looked at him: "...?"

Xu Yaoguang's eyes were complicated: "She is Qin Ran."