Madam, Your Sockpuppet is Lost Again!

Chapter 131 Thousands of Her Meng Xinran's Books Throw One by One

Meng Xinran looked at the admission ticket falling from the book and did not reach for it.

I just glanced at the people around me, sneered, and didn't speak, just the smile on my face looked at taunt.

Qin Yue rarely studied in the classroom at noon recently.

Lin Siran came earlier than Qin Yue.

When she arrived, she pressed and saw a mess.

Her desk was pushed to the side, Qin Yue's desk fell to the ground, and there were a pile of love letters and extracurricular letters scattered on the ground, and then a mess of review materials.

"How did your uncle's desk turn into this?" Lin Siran squatted down, reached out to pick up the book, raised his head, looked at the forward table, and squinted: "You two fighting?"

"No, how dare we fight with her?" The boy at the front desk shrank his head, lowered his eyes, and whispered, "You put away your sister's things, we dare not touch her things. "

Qin Wei looked at Dang Erlang as an ordinary person, but she didn't use her hand to lose her temper in the class, but she was a big-class figure.

Even Wei Zihang treated her as a younger brother.

I couldn't find anyone who really dared to mess with her throughout the whole episode.

Lin Siran was sorting out the book, seeing the reaction from the front desk, she put down the book slowly.

Stand up and glance at class nine.

People from Class 9 are almost here, but those who are missing are actually very visible.

Qiao Sheng, Xu Yaoguang, Qin Yun, and new students went to Meng Xinran.

"Say, what the **** is going on?" Lin Siran moved his desk to the original place, and said quietly.

The others looked at each other, and then they talked about what happened to Meng Xinran.

"Take your sister-in-law's stuff first, or she'll be angry after a while." The front table spoke again.

By that time it is Shura field.

Lin Siran straightened his crooked book, listening to the words at the front table, his eyes became cold little by little, "No."

The others in the class were in a panic.

"I didn't have the courage to face my sister-in-law, why didn't anyone stop her at the time?" Lin Siran stood in place, and saw a very light footprint on the page of the original book of Qin Yingting's baby. She smiled and looked at the class Glancing again, his eyes were indifferent: "These books are here, and no one should move."

The others in Class 9 did not dare to speak, and the atmosphere in Class 9 was extremely depressed today.

**

On this side, Qiao Sheng and Xu Yaoguang are still eating out.

Two people are very particular about eating.

Tomorrow is going to watch the OST team show game, Qiao Sheng decided to eat hot pot at noon to celebrate, originally intended to call Meng Xinran, but Meng Xinran diet is sweet.

The hot pot was steaming and the top layer of red oil tumbled.

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

The cell phone on the seat rang several times, and was finally reminded by the waiter, and Qiao heard it.

He pressed the answer button while reheating, "He Wen, why are you looking for me?"

The sound is slow and long, and it is pleasant to hear.

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

"What shock? Shock up." Qiao Sheng was picking vegetables again.

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

Joe gave a hand, and squinted. "What's going on? You speak slowly."

"Meng Xinran's ticket was lost. She found it in the sister-in-law's book. Come back to your class. If you don't come back, it will be a big earthquake."

Qiao Sheng lowered his chopsticks, took out a paper towel and wiped his mouth, his eyes narrowed: "You wait for me to come back."

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

**

Qiao Sheng and Xu Yaoguang returned quickly.

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

Neither Qin Yue nor Meng Xinran were present.

Only Lin Siran was sitting on his seat and was writing an exercise book.

Qiao Sheng glanced at it, that exercise book was given to Lin Siran by Qin Yue.

Lin Siran's progress during this period is obvious to all. Although not to say, these people know that Lin Siran's progress has a lot to do with Qin Yue.

Joe frowned and looked at the books scattered on the ground, and a few lollipops rolled to the side.

Qin Yue was so far apart from the two tables before and after that, he went straight in and bent over to start picking up books. "Why don't you, Li Siran, pick up Sister Xuan's books?"

Lin Siran stopped him before even picking up a copy, "Qiao Sheng, you better not move."

She couldn't hear any waves.

"My sister-in-law has a good memory. She remembers everything she did when she left. Even if you arrange it, she knows it." Lin Siran wrote a word, but he couldn't calm down. He simply put down his pen again.

"Well!" Joe struck the table in front of him.

"Dangdang" sounded.

The others in the class were afraid to look up.

Lin Siran still had no expression on his face.

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

"Did you see that ticket?" Meng Xinran taunted.

Qiao Sheng swept across the floor, and saw the ticket falling to the ground with a corner clipped to the original book.

"You're so impulsive, sister-in-law won't do such a thing." Qiao Sheng leaned against Lin Siran's table, his voice was deep.

"No? Then I ask you, how could my ticket be in her book?" Meng Xinran sat in the coffee shop and sneered. "She will be the last one in the class. Who else is she?"

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

The smile was sarcastic, "So, Joe, what do you mean by making this call? Maintain her?"

Meng Xinran doesn't know who can get her ticket besides Qin Yuan?

This arrogant behavior without any concealment really looks like Qin Yue's.

"This matter is still clearly stated in public, and I am not defending her, but I trust her, and you come back first, and I will help you find out." Qiao Sheng took a deep breath.

"How to check? The ticket in her book is the best explanation. Do you want to say that the ticket belongs to her?" Meng Xinran felt ridiculous.

Qin Wei's ticket is really hard to explain.

Joe squatted and looked at the ticket on the ground.

Hanging up and looking at the books all over the floor, still a headache.

"Did someone inform you?" Qiao Sheng glanced at the class.

Everyone else shook his head.

Who dares to poke Qin Yue?

I'm afraid I don't know how to write it.

Qiao Sheng took a deep breath, took out his mobile phone, looked at Qin Yuan's phone number for a while, and finally pressed through.

**

At this time, Qin Yun was lying on the desk in the school medical office to practice copybooks.

Holding a pen in his left hand, writing stroke by stroke, was quite irritating.

"Qin Xiaozhang, the word is the facade of a person, write well, don't hesitate to ask my grandfather to give you a customized copybook." Lu Zhaoying took the pen, looked at Qin Yun, could not help being irritable, and quickly spoke.

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

Qin Yue was half-lying on the table, and said weakly, "Who?"

The tone was light and there was no interest at all.

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

"Oh." Qin Hui was not familiar with Jiang Jinyuan, and there was no database in his head.

So it seems lack of interest.

"You are like this, you are going to be killed in Beijing." Lu Zhaoying looked at Qin Mao's expression without any change, and was completely convinced.

Jiang Jinyuan is a casual great Confucian, but he has a deep social life in Beijing, and there are really few people who can invite him.

Not to mention let him write a copybook to practice writing for Qin Yue.

After thinking about it, Lu Zhaoying went to the copybook box and looked at it. There were several copybooks copied by Master Jiang himself.

Not to mention that these copybooks are hard to find, just how much face Master Master Jiang needs to do it.

Watching Qin Ying practicing the word, Lu Zhaoying couldn't help thinking. If Cheng Lao came forward, could you please invite Master Jiang to write a post for someone?

Looking deeper, the hope seems really small.

Thinking of this, Lu Zhaoying glanced at Qin Yun again. Do you know that you practiced a copybook and spent eight-digit RMB?

The high society in Beijing has rumors that the Cheng family is rich, but Lu Zhaoying didn't expect that Cheng Yan will have so much money ...

No wonder someone is rich.

Lu Zhaoying himself was a little bit sour.

Qin Yun was very irritable at noon today.

Character training requires qualitative character. For Qin Hui, the two characters "qualitative character" basically do not exist.

When Qiao Sheng called, she was impatient and pressed her throat. "Say."

Cold and dry.

One word is enough to dissuade Joe.

Qiao Sheng paused for a moment before he cautiously said, "There is something in the class, sister, do you have time to drive to the class?"

In his own tone, Qiao Sheng dare to say such a thing.

What happened was that Qin Yue hung up the phone and threw his pen on the table. "I have something to look for in the class. I'll go back first."

Lu Zhaoying looked at the pen lost by Qin Yun, his heart trembling.

That pen is Cheng Ye's. Regarding Cheng Ye's stuff, even a nail clipper is a price unimaginable to others.

**

Qin Yue took a peaked cap on his head and walked to class nine.

Class Nine was already very quiet, especially after Qiao Sheng called the phone, others didn't even dare to come out.

The back door was slowly pushed open.

Class 9 was very self-disciplined some time ago, but there were still some people discussing the topic in a whisper. At this moment, even a needle could be heard quietly.

Qin Yue raised an eyebrow and walked inside.

Xu Yaoguang sat in the penultimate position behind and looked up at her.

Qiao Sheng and He Wen both stood by Lin Siran.

Qin Yue went through another group, only to see Lin Siran's victory.

Her books strayed to the ground, several foreign papers had clear footprints, and several were torn due to excessive inertia.

Qin Hui raised his hand and took off the peak cap above his head.

The air in the class almost condensed, as if it were a balloon to the limit. As long as someone moved a little, it could explode.

Everyone else wanted to be buried in the book.

Qiao Sheng also opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

Just as everyone else was frightened, there was a low chuckle in the classroom, and there was no joy.

Qiao Sheng and the others couldn't help looking at Qin Yue, but they saw her black eyes, and the white eyes that were slightly red.

Even laughing seemed extremely dangerous.

"Lin Siran, you tell me." Qin Yue leaned aside, his tone was light and light, he couldn't hear the mood, and there was a slackness in his speech.

Lin Siran closed the book and explained everything he knew.

"My sister," Qiao coughed. "You can rest assured that I will handle this properly."

Qiao Sheng is the master of the Qiao family, and everyone in the school knows it.

It must be simple for him to deal with it.

"No," Qin Yue refused. She reached out and took out her cell phone, and then dialed out. "Do you have twenty people?"

I don't know what was answered there.

Qin Yue nodded and hung up the phone directly.

He didn't say a word, didn't pack his books, leaned on his side, his eyes down, and turned his mobile phone.

Within five minutes, Wei Zihang came cold with a face.

Everyone in the ninth class has heard the legend of Wei Zihang, and his heart is even more embarrassed.

Wei Zihang was still holding a cigarette in his mouth, and when he swept his eyes, he saw Qin Yun's desk and smiled evilly: "The courage is so great."

"This." Qin Yue raised his chin and pointed to Meng Xinran.

Wei Zihang didn't say anything, and started to lift Meng Xinran's desk to the corridor.

People in Class 9 don't know what Qin Yue is going to do.

Qiao Sheng glanced at Wei Zihang, afraid that Qin Yue would shock the school, and followed directly behind Qin Yue, "Sister, what are you doing now?"

The others looked at each other and followed.

When I went out, I saw Qin Yun leaning on the corridor, leaning her head, and slightly frowning on her side, still the young man's lightness.

She was unhurried, throwing Meng Xinran's books, one by one, down the fifth floor.

And downstairs, in order to be afraid of hitting people, twenty people cleared an open space.

Grandpa is grandpa after all ~

The **** event ends at 24:00 in the evening, and finally ask for a wave of tickets, babies!

Then dogs, Huahua's computer was not repaired. I took out my sister's grandfather machine and it took ten minutes to boot up. Typing and line feed is slow ... thieves are not used to it, so the update time will be a little late. I hope tomorrow will be better ...

(End of this chapter)