Madam, Your Sockpuppet is Lost Again!

Qiao Sheng took the Coke, stunned, and chased after him, "Xu Shao, why are you going?"

Xu Yaoguang didn't answer, he just walked very fast.

In the musical instrument room on the second floor, he pushed open the door.

The violin stopped abruptly, the instrument room was empty, the windows were open, the wind was blowing, and the sky-blue curtains swayed slightly.

Xu Yaoguang paused.

"Where are the people?" Qiao Sheng was also surprised, as if the piano sound was Nan Ke Yimeng. As he walked to the window, he laughed in a low voice, "Shouldn't he jump off the second floor?"

Xu Yaoguang didn't speak, he looked at the open window, and then put his eyes on the violin in the middle.

Xu Yaoguang didn't move until someone from the art building came up to practice.

Xu Yaoguang leaned on the piano, elegant and casual, his eyes were cold, and he looked at the girl who pushed in the door: "Is anyone coming up to practice at noon today?"

The girl didn't react, and stared blankly at Xu Yaoguang.

Xu Yaoguang repeated it.

"Teacher didn't arrange for practice at noon," the girl stammered while glancing at Xu Yaoguang cautiously, "but only Qin Yu knows how to play the violin."

Xu Yaoguang was stunned for a while, but he didn't answer. His eyebrows were handsome and gentle, but those eyes were clear and cold, making it difficult to approach.

He didn't speak, went downstairs in silence, and went to the first class to deliver milk tea to Qin Yu.

Qin Yu was not in the class at this time.

Xu Yaoguang squinted, his eyes drooped, and after thinking for a while, he put the milk tea directly on Qin Yu's table.

The students in the first class were obviously used to him, but most of their eyes were still on him.

Qiao Sheng was outside, resting his hands on the door frame casually, talking to the girls sitting in the first row.

Seeing Xu Yaoguang come out, he withdrew his hand, tilted his head and smiled, "Did you say Qin Xiaohua was in the piano room just now?"

Xu Yaoguang didn't answer.

**

Class nine.

Qin Ran took her seat.

Get your books sorted, get a pen and write your name.

She propped her cheek in her right hand, and held a pen in her left hand, and the fingers holding the pen were slender and beautiful.

The slightly sideways face became more delicate.

Almost everyone in the class was peeking at her.

Lin Siran, who was sitting outside, did some psychological construction for a long time, and said, "Qin Ran, hello, I'm Lin Siran, the study committee member. You can come to me if you have any difficulties."

Qin Ran turned her eyes to the side, looked at her tablemate, squinted a little, and suddenly smiled, still so cynical, "Hello."

Lin Siran's face was slightly red, and he turned left and right, "Are you left-handed?"

"Almost." Qin Ran's left hand was a little slow to write, but she was not in a hurry, so she wrote casually.

"The math teacher sent a paper in the morning, I have to put it away before class and hand it in." Lin Siran whispered.

Qin Ran swiped and pulled, and really found a math paper. She glanced up and down, and then stuffed it into the desk.

Just after playing the violin, she was in a better mood than the previous days, not as cold and irritable as before.

She tilted her head, half-squinted her beautiful almond eyes, propped her chin up, and dragged her tail, "Can you not?"

Lin Siran blushed, and immediately ran to the office with a pile of papers.

Qin Ran let out a low smile, then pulled out another book, crossed Erlang's legs, and wrote her name lazily, stroke by stroke.

There were too many people looking at Qin Ran from time to time in the classroom, even more than in the morning.

You can also see the boys from the outside class dangling by the gate of Class 9, leaning over to look here.

Qin Ran was accustomed to this kind of gaze and ignored it. She sat inside, putting on her earphones and opening a recently popular competitive game on her mobile phone.

The boys around were pushing and giving way to each other, but in the end they stopped at her gangster aura and didn't dare to step forward.

Not long after, Qiao Sheng and Xu Yaoguang came back.

Qiao Sheng sat on the seat with his long legs bent, then poked Xu Yaoguang's shoulder, raised his chin in one place, and said excitedly, "Look, that's Qin Ran!"

Xu Yaoguang took out the textbook to be used in the next class, his eyebrows were downcast, and there was a kind of indifference that rejected people thousands of miles away.

He didn't even lift his head.

The inch-headed boy beside him lowered his head and held his mobile phone, laughing sullenly, "Qiao Sheng, when did you see us let off other people in Xu Shao's eyes?"

"Damn, shut up the fuck." Qiao Sheng kicked his stool, feeling bored, and finally asked, "Why are there so many people outside the door?"

"Look at the new student." The inch-headed boy didn't raise his eyes and continued to flip through his phone.

I don't know what I saw, I was stunned for a while, then raised my phone, "I... I seem to know why!"

Qiao Sheng looked at the phone screen.

It is a high school campus forum.

Highlight the title on the top - [Do we have such a beautiful young lady in the first place! Is it the school flower Qin Yu? How come I haven't seen it! 】

Below is a picture.

At the corner of the street were the gang of scoundrels from vocational high school, quite dejected and dejected, and there was a lot of blood on the ground, and girls in school uniforms stood lazily stepping on the blood.

She has a thin figure, her eyes are lowered slightly, and the smile on her mouth is very bright, revealing a cynical casualness, black hair crossing her browbones, even if it is an unedited and not very high-definition picture, that delicate face Arbitrary will almost break the camera.

Below, there are more than 500 replies.

2l: Give me all the information about this young lady in one minute!

3l: Qin Yu doesn't look like this... She's wearing the school uniform of No. 1 Middle School, what the hell is this year's freshman? !

Before reaching the 100th floor, people from Class 9 immediately responded in person.

The inch-headed boy lowered his voice, leaned over, and suppressed his excitement, "You know that the first lieutenant has been replaced!"

Qin Ran knew nothing of all this.

She was playing games with headphones on, sitting sideways, her school uniform was loose and open, with a white shirt inside, and she could vaguely see her collarbone, very white.

Gu Xichi's phone number was displayed above, and she hung up without changing her face.

Reluctant to give up, the other party hit another.

Qin Ran accelerated to finish the game.

She propped up the table, stood up unhurriedly, and walked out.

Following her movements, everyone outside the class was watching her direction.

The whispering class suddenly became silent.

A group of people gathered around the back door.

Qin Ran held the phone, took off the earphone with one hand, and said calmly, "Trouble, let it go."

"Whoa--" With a sound, the crowd moved away.

Qin Ran walked through the crowd and went directly to the bathroom at the end of the corridor.

Gu Xichi called again.

She found a cubicle, sat on the toilet, and pressed the call button.

middle East.

Gu Xichi had just finished bandaging a child, touched his head gently, and walked aside with his mobile phone, his face was beautiful.

He lit a cigarette for himself, smiled, "I didn't answer text messages in the morning, and I'm still hanging up now."

"I'm at school," Qin Ran said casually, playing with the earphone cable. "If you have something to say, I'm going to class."

"There's something," Gu Xichi breathed out a smoke ring, took the medicine box that was handed to him, said thank you, and continued: "I checked the information you gave me."

"What did you find?" Qin Ran glanced outside the door.

Gu Xi paused for a while, then said in a low voice, "Baby, I asked the Interpol to check, but why did I see your name at the Interpol? Did I look wrong?"