As a die-hard fan, how could Lu Zhaoying possibly not recognize Yang Fei?
He had recognized Yang Fei even when he was wearing a mask.
Yang Fei had even taken off his mask.
Lu Zhaoying’s reaction also shocked Cheng Mu.
But he later discovered that the boy in front was Yang Fei.
He also stared at Yang Fei in shock, then turned to glance in Qin Ran’s direction.
Qin Ran was playing with the pen Cheng Juan had given her. She was leaning on the chair when she heard the voices and turned over slightly.
She saw Yang Fei standing in front of Lu Zhaoying and turned away expressionlessly. “I don’t know him.”
Her voice sounded undulated.
Yang Fei touched his nose subconsciously and coughed. “Student Qin Ran, I came to discuss something with you.”
“Sun God, sit down first.” Lu Zhaoying took three minutes to find his voice. He diligently dragged a bench for Yang Fei to sit on. “You’re here to find Qin Ran? She’s like this, especially cold. Why are you here to find her? Do you know each other?”
Lu Zhaoying had wondered how Qin Ran had gotten the tickets for the meeting.
Now that he saw Yang Fei personally, he came to a realization.
If they knew each other, then the ticket in Qin Ran’s hands had been given to her by him?
Lu Zhaoying glanced at Qin Ran in shock.
“Erm…” Yang Fei didn’t sit down and just took off his sweater hat. He hooked his mask with his pinkie finger and said politely, “I want to play a game with her.”
“Play a game with her? Sun God, why do you want to play a game with her?” Young Master Lu was now a spinning top and basically followed Yang Fei around. “Don’t you have Meng Xinran in your team? She’s in this school too. Qin Ran’s hand speed isn’t enough.”
Lu Zhaoying had played with Qin Ran before, so he knew that even though Qin Ran’s conscious operation was good, her only flaw was her slow hand speed.
And she hadn’t even reached the Master level yet.
Yang Fei seemed shocked by his words and paused for a while before lifting his head. “You can call me by my name.”
Hearing a person who could call Qin Ran’s name call him Sun God made Yang Fei feel frightened.
Cheng Juan put his hands on the table and glanced at Yang Fei expressionlessly before saying faintly, “Is that your friend? Go and ask him what he wants.”
Qin Ran dug her ear with her empty hand.
Three minutes later, she walked out with Yang Fei expressionlessly.
**
“Yi Jiming was the one who recruited Meng Xinran,” Yang Fei said, his head lowered. “He said he could see a little of your brilliance in her, but who knew she would be so troublesome.”
Qin Ran lowered her head, casually staring at the grass under her feet and responded perfunctorily.
Yang Fei knew her well and didn’t say more. He just said, “Yi Jiming wants to see you.”
“No.” Qin Ran was a little distracted and didn’t really listen to him. “If there’s nothing else, I’ll go back for lunch.”
She entered the school doctor’s office simply and closed the gate behind her.
Yang Fei stood on the spot and put on his mask before pulling up his sweater and leaving.
Qin Ran returned to the school doctor’s office and placed the pen that Cheng Juan had wanted her to give Xia Fei on the table. She looked at Lu Zhaoying, who was still frozen in the middle of the room, cleared her throat, and said, “It’s time to eat.”
Lu Zhaoying had turned into a statue. Upon hearing her, he turned his head stiffly.
1Eat? How was it time to eat! What?!
He was crazy.
Cheng Mu took a few empty bowls and laid them on the table, where he saw the fountain pen that Qin Ran had casually placed.
He recognized that it was the one he got today.
Cheng Mu asked with a stiff face, “Miss Qin, are you using two pens?”
“Oh, no.” Qin Ran reacted and picked up her chopsticks slowly. She said vaguely, “Your Master Juan told me to give it to my friend.”
After thinking for a while, Qin Ran added, “It feels okay, but it’s easy to scratch.”
Cheng Mu was speechless.
**
Later in the evening, Qin Ran returned to class.
The class had gathered around and was discussing Meng Xinran.
There was a burst of laughter from time to time.
It was headed by Qiao Sheng.
Be it Meng Xinran or class 3.1, class 3.9 had enmities with them.
These two classes usually couldn’t see eye to eye.
Especially in these two days, class 3.1 basically had their noses in the air and were extremely haughty.
Meng Xinran never even glanced at them.
Who knew that she would get a slap in the face so quickly.
“Did you see Qiao Sheng’s post on our school forum?” In the back row, a group of boys gathered to chat about the post and chuckled loudly. “He published the record of the Meng family’s marketing purchase directly. Our Young Master Qiao is indeed vicious.”
1Qin Ran sat on her seat and began practicing her writing slowly.
Xia Fei and Lin Siran came in from the back door together.
Qin Ran held the pen in one hand and used her other hand to support her chin. She looked up, knocked on the table with the pen, and gestured for Xia Fei to come over.
“Sister Ran, what’s the matter?” Xia Fei sat down in front of Qin Ran.
Qin Ran raised her hand and threw the fountain pen to Xia Fei. “For you.”
Xia Fei caught it in reflex and looked at it. She suddenly felt a heavy weight in her hand. “Sister Ran, what did you give me?”
“The pen from last time.” Qin Ran leaned lazily against the wall, picked up her own pen, and started practicing slowly again. “The person who gave it to me knew that you liked it, so he bought one for you too.”
It would have been fine if she didn’t know the price of the pen, but now that she knew, the pen in her hand felt like a thousand pounds.
“Sister Ran, please bring it back quickly. I don’t dare to move my hand and I don’t even dare to touch it.” Xia Fei was afraid that she would drop it if she moved and she couldn’t afford to pay it.
Qin Ran raised an eyebrow. “Why?”
“This pen is worth 300,000 yuan.”
1“Oh.” Qin Ran paused and squinted. “No, this pen is an imitation and is 500 yuan. If you mind it, you can give me 500 yuan.”
An imitation?
Xia Fei was surprised by the degree of imitation and sighed in relief.
500 yuan was still a little expensive for a fountain pen.
But it was still acceptable for the average person.
1She happily gave Qin Ran 500 yuan.
Qin Ran transferred Cheng Juan another 500 yuan.
**
The people in class 3.9 were still discussing frantically.
Suddenly, the back door was kicked open.
Class 3.9 fell into silence and glanced over at the back door.
Meng Xinran stood with an unhappy expression at the back door. She didn’t look at any other student and just stared at Qiao Sheng, her expression as cold as ever. “Qiao Sheng, were you the one who posted on the school forum?”
There were several boys in class 3.1 behind her.
She was mustering her forces.
Qiao Sheng sat on his seat without fear and smiled casually. “Yeah, why? Are you here to fight?”
They naturally wouldn’t fight with class 3.9. Who didn’t know that the big boss in class 3.9 knew Wei Zihang?
“Delete it.” Meng Xinran sneered lightly.
Her eyes turned to stare at Qin Ran, who was sitting on her seat and writing as if nothing had happened.
Everyone knew that Qiao Sheng was defending Qin Ran, but the main person involved was calm instead and seemed completely unaffected.
Qiao Sheng refused to delete it.
“Do you dare to compete in the Kyushu Tour Arena? We’ll determine the winner after three rounds. You’ll delete it if you lose and apologize! If we lose, we’ll call you respectfully!” Class 3.1 glanced at class 3.9.
The boys in class 3.9 ignored the class monitor of class 3.1. They weren’t stupid, why would they compete with a professional player?
“You don’t dare? Then you will all have to call us your father.” Class 3.1 stood outside and mocked wildly.
1They didn’t dare to fight with class 3.9.
So they could only use other methods.
Class 3.9 knew their tactics and endured it without answering.
But they didn’t expect to lose to the girls in their class.
Sometimes, the hot blood in youths was a soul-stirring thing and was inexplicably strange. The girls usually disliked these stubborn men, and now that they were in a face-off with their enemy, they slammed the table and said fiercely, “Who said that? Qiao Sheng, Young Master Xu, go!”
The boys in class 3.9 were speechless.
“Since you have agreed, I’ll get the computer!” Class 3.1 was dumbfounded. Then, they feared that class 3.9 would regret it and immediately returned to get their computer.
The girls in class 3.9 saw that their expressions were strange and asked them what was wrong.
The boys looked at the girls expressionlessly and were exhausted. “Do you guys know who Meng Xinran is? She’s the substitute player in OST. Her hand speed is 500+. And most importantly, she’s an internal level and her account in OST is the professional account, so she must have one God card! Furthermore, she definitely has innumerable God cards! The few of us and Young Master Xu only have two Sky cards, and Qiao Sheng has one. The rest of us only have Human cards. If the God card in Meng Xinran’s hand is the Nüwa card, we’ll lose. How could we compete against her?”
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Kyushu Tour was divided into different levels, ranging from the God cards, Sky cards, Human cards, and Land cards. The game initially gave five Land cards, and they would have to upgrade them with tasks.
As for the Sky cards, they could only be upgraded by duplicating fragments of top-notch cards. But how could a bunch of students have the time to do that?
Compete with the character cards of a professional account? That was simply crazy.
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