Madam, Your Sockpuppet is Lost Again!

Cheng Juan half-squinted his eyes, his eyelashes lowered slightly.

At the intersection, the teenagers who were blocking people were 18 or 19 years old, biting cigarettes fluently, their eyes swept across her long and straight legs, and finally stopped at her face.

Cheng Juan said expressionlessly, "You go over there."

Lu Zhaoying likes to be a hero to save beauty.

He rolled up his sleeves and brushed his hair with his hands. Before he was done, he was kicked.

Turning his head, he saw Cheng Juan put his hands in his pockets and his eyes were thick and black. He yawned, "Hurry up, what are you talking about?"

Lu Zhaoying quickly walked in the direction of the somewhat wild girl.

"Little sister, a good student from No. 1 Middle School? This one who skipped class?" The boy in the lead deliberately blew out a smoke ring. He looked at Qin Ran, her highlighted hair shining in the sun, and laughed out loud.

Not very serious, and his eyes are not honest.

Qin Ran was very serious and said calmly, "No, I'm on leave."

Several teenagers were in a daze, probably because this reaction did not fit any of the routines in his script.

Qin Ran took a step back.

She put the backpack in her hand on the steps of the intersection.

Lu Zhaoying hasn't arrived yet.

Qin Ran took off her school uniform jacket again. Inside was the short-sleeved white T-shirt, revealing a thin arm, and then her slender and clean fingers, which were white with cool tones in the sun.

Cheng Juan stood there watching her movements.

When putting the backpack, she seemed to tilt her head and glance at him.

Looking at each other for a short time, Cheng Juan could only see her slightly bloodshot eyes, which were delicate and beautiful, and carried the ruthlessness of a young man.

He frowned subconsciously, just in time to hear the girl whose writing was a little unsightly speaking, quite reasonable: "I'm in a hurry."

The young man with a cigarette slid his eyes on her exposed arm, and reached out to grab Qin Ran's arm, "The relationship is good, and I'm in a hurry. Why don't you accompany your brothers..."

Qin Ran took a step back, then raised her foot sharply and kicked the boy's stomach.

Hard and fast.

The boy staggered back several steps, but was still supported by his younger brother, and he bent down in pain.

When the younger brother saw that the boy was beaten, he immediately stepped forward like a swarm.

I wanted to catch Qin Ran first.

Qin Ran turned sideways to avoid one hand. Before the other party could react, she grabbed the collar of another strong social brother with one hand and pulled it forward. When the person was pulled in front of her, she punched him. to his face.

Brother Societe was stunned by the smashing, and took a few steps back, his eyes were dizzy, and when he touched his nose, it was full of blood.

Qin Ran didn't stop.

The last chicken-feather boy punched her lower abdomen, she took a step forward, fist-turned palm grabbed the opponent's wrist, leaned forward slightly, leaned slightly closer to the opponent, and threw the man with the shoulders as a support point.

The place was pretty quiet.

Even Cheng Jun didn't react much.

The four menacing social buddies who were more than half a head taller than Qin Ran were lingering on the side.

Lie down, bleed blood, bend over to spit acid water.

Qin Ran clapped her hands, turned back to pick up her jacket, put it on loosely, and picked up her backpack.

Passing by the group of teenagers, she frowned and thought for a while.

She whistled at the young boy at the head, very handsome, with a very bright smile, and then said eloquently: "Don't love me, it will be fruitless."

**

"Thank you." Cheng Juan left two words when he heard the girl with the badly written word pass by him.

Lu Zhaoying took it back, walked back, and looked at Qin Ran's back as she went to the school gate.

Cheng Juan glanced at him slowly, and said lazily, with a nasal voice, "Let's go."

Lu Zhaoying withdrew his gaze still, and led the way in front, "Her skills don't seem to be wild, but she doesn't see anything."

One-on-four, relaxed, simple and neat.

Passing by the four people, Lu Zhaoying stopped, and said rather cheaply, "Brothers, you can't do it."

Cheng Juan glanced over at Qin Ran, who seemed to have entered the delivery room.

Looking back, not long after walking, he arrived at an old restaurant deep in the alley.

"Elder Xu." Seeing the old man who had already ordered food, Lu Zhaoying was rarely serious.

Principal Xu smiled at him, said a few words and then turned his eyes to Cheng Jun, "Young Master Cheng, why are you here?"

When he was asked to come to his school to be a school doctor earlier, Principal Xu also had a headache, and this master was not easy to serve.

Cheng Juan was holding a teacup. The teacup contained the very low-quality brownish tea that came from the restaurant. He didn't dislike it, and drank it slowly, as if he was drinking tens of thousands of pieces of top-quality tea.

Lazy smile: "Come and see."

At the end, he changed the subject again, "I heard that Mr. Xu refused to leave in the past three years, and even became the principal of a high school, and also wanted to come and see."

"What's this?" Principal Xu smiled, without concealing it, with a melancholy tone, "I've found a successor."

Not to mention Lu Zhaoying, even Cheng Jun was surprised. With the identity of Mr. Xu, if the group of people in Beijing knew about finding a successor, it would be a big news that alarmed the Quartet.

"Who?" Lu Zhaoying couldn't hide his curiosity.

"She doesn't want to take over." Principal Xu shook his head and refused to say more.

Lu Zhaoying's eyes widened in disbelief.

Cheng Jun leaned on his long legs slightly, lowered his head and drank tea without asking any further questions.

Lu Zhaoying couldn't hold back alone.

**

Qin Ran went to the reception room to get her luggage.

The day before she and Ning Qing came to Yuncheng, their luggage was sent to No. 1 Middle School.

There was a lot of luggage, two large boxes, which were very heavy. The uncle of the doorman in the reception room saw her alone and sent Qin Ran's luggage back to the dormitory with great enthusiasm.

The dormitory Qin Ran applied for was on the second floor, near the end of the corridor, dormitory 216.

There were only three people living in the dormitory of the six-person room, and there were three beds left. The empty beds were piled with other people's stuff, and the bed by the window was filled with people. Qin Ran chose a bed that didn't have too many things.

Then went to pick up the sheets and quilts.

She opened a box to organize her luggage, and hung up all her clothes and daily necessities.

She didn't even remove the other suitcase, but stuffed it directly under the bed.

After packing up and having dinner, there is still half an hour for the first class in the afternoon.

She passed the art building on her way to the classroom.

The window on the second floor is open, and you can see the musical instruments inside.

Qin Ran walked up to the second floor. The art building was quiet and no one was there. She pushed open the door of the musical instrument room and saw the violin in the middle at a glance.

She likes the violin, and the violin can make her quiet.

She bowed her head slightly.

Almost every once in a while, she finds a place to play the violin.

"Xu Shao, I'm serious, those transfer students are really pretty, you don't know, they're all stunned..." Qiao Sheng took a can of Coke, vividly.

Outside, they didn't mention that it was Qin Yu's sister.

Xu Yaoguang ignored Qiao Sheng, he was carrying a cup of vanilla milk tea, which he bought for Qin Yu.

His handsome brows are rather cold, and he has no interest in the transfer students depicted by Qiao Sheng.

Pass by the Art Building.

Xu Yaoguang suddenly stopped.

A low, slightly gloomy violin sound came from afar.

He suddenly raised his head and looked towards the second floor, his eyes were like torches.

Qiao Sheng doesn't understand music, and usually sees Qin Yu going for the name of the school flower, but now the voice makes him uncomfortable, not sensory discomfort, but depressed mood, as if he was moved by something.

Just as he was about to say that the music sounded good, he lifted his eyelids and saw Xu Yaoguang turn around and walked towards the art building.