[R18] 夫人你馬甲又掉了 – “Madam, Your Vest Has Fallen Off Again” Chapter 131 [English]

131 she Meng Xinran’s books are thrown down one by one (second update)

Meng Xinran looked at the admission ticket that fell from the book and did not reach out to take it.

He just glanced at the people around him, sneered, and said nothing, just looking at the mockery with a smile on his face.

Qin Ran rarely studies in the classroom at noon recently.

Lin Siran arrived earlier than Qin Ran.

When she arrived, she pressed the button and saw a mess.

She’s desk was pushed aside, and Qinran’s desk fell to the ground. There were a bunch of love letters and extracurricular books scattered on the ground, and then there was a mess of review materials.

“Why did Ran Ran’s desk become like this?” Lin Siran squatted down, reached out and started picking up books, then raised his head, looked at the front table, and squinted: “Did you two fight?”

“No, how dare we fight in her place?” The boy at the front table shrank his head, lowered his eyes again, and said in a low voice: “Hurry up and put away Sister Ran’s things, we don’t dare to touch her things.”

Qin Ran usually looks like a fool, but she never gets angry in the class, but she is a boss-level figure.

Even Wei Zihang became her little brother.

I went through the entire No. 1 Middle School several times and couldn’t find anyone who really dared to mess with her.

Lin Siran was arranging her books, but when she saw the reaction on the front desk, she slowly put down her books.

He stood up and glanced at Class Nine.

Almost all the people from Class 9 have arrived, but the ones who are missing are actually very obvious.

Qiao Sheng, Xu Yaoguang, Qin Ran, and the new student Meng Xinran.

“Tell me, what’s going on?” Lin Siran moved his desk to its original place and spoke calmly.

The other people looked at each other, and then swallowed what happened to Meng Xinran before.

“You should put away Sister Ran’s things first, otherwise she will be angry when she comes.” The front desk spoke again.

Then it will be the Shura field.

Lin Siran straightened her crooked book and listened to the words at the front desk, her eyes getting colder little by little, “I won’t accept it.”

The hearts of everyone else in the class trembled for a while.

“I didn’t have the guts to face Sister Ran. Why didn’t anyone stop her?” Lin Siran stood there and saw a faint footprint on the page of Qin Ran’s treasured original book. She smiled and glanced at the whole class with cold eyes: “Put these books here, no one can touch them.”

Others in Class 9 dare not speak, and the atmosphere in Class 9 is particularly depressing today.

**

On this side, Qiao Sheng and Xu Yaoguang were still eating outside.

The two of them are very particular about food.

Tomorrow he was going to watch the OST team’s exhibition match. Qiao Sheng decided to celebrate by having hot pot for lunch. He originally planned to call Meng Xinran, but Meng Xinran’s diet was on the sweet side.

The spicy pot is steaming hot, with a layer of red oil rolling on top.

Qiao Sheng took a bite of the fat beef, which was so spicy that he looked around for a cold drink.

The cell phone placed on the seat rang several times. Finally, the waiter reminded him that Qiao Sheng saw it.

He reheated the vegetables and pressed the answer button, “He Wen, why are you looking for me?”

The voice is slow and pleasant.

He Wen’s voice was stuck in his throat, and he said, “Qiao Sheng, something bad has happened. There’s been an earthquake in our class!”

“Why are you shaking? Talk nicely.” Qiao Sheng was fishing for vegetables again.

“That Meng Xinran pushed Sister Ran’s desk!” He Wen took a deep breath and spoke seriously.

Qiao raised his hands and narrowed his eyes: “What’s going on? Speak slowly.”

“Meng Xinran lost her ticket. She found it in Sister Ran’s book. You should go back to class quickly. If you don’t come back, there will be an earthquake.”

Qiao Sheng put down his chopsticks, took out a tissue and wiped his mouth. He narrowed his eyes and said, “Wait until I come back.”

Xu Yaoguang sat in the seat opposite he, and squinted slightly when he heard he’s voice.

**

Qiao Sheng and Xu Yaoguang returned quickly.

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

The two parties involved, Qin Ran and Meng Xinran, were not here.

Only Lin Siran was sitting in his seat, writing an exercise book.

Qiao Sheng took a look and saw that the exercise book was given to Lin Siran by Qin Ran.

Lin Siran’s progress during this period is obvious to all. Although they don’t say it, these people all know that Lin Siran’s progress has a lot to do with Qin Ran.

Qiao Sheng frowned and looked at the books scattered on the ground and a few lollipops rolled aside.

The tables in front and behind Qin Ran were far apart. He walked directly in, bent down and started picking up books, “Li Siran, why don’t you pick up Sister Ran’s books?”

Before he could pick up a copy, he was stopped by Lin Siran, “Qiao Sheng, you’d better not move.”

There was no wave in her voice.

“Sister Ran has a good memory. She remembers how the book was when she left. Even if you set it up, she will know it.” Lin Siran wrote a word, but couldn’t calm down, so she simply put down the pen again.

“Fuck!” Qiao Sheng kicked the table in front of him.

There was a “clang” sound.

No one else in the class dared to raise their heads.

Lin Siran’s face was still expressionless.

Qiao Sheng simply took out his cell phone and called Meng Xinran. Meng Xinran hung up the phone the first time, but Meng Xinran picked up the phone the second time.

“Have you seen that ticket?” Meng Xinran said in a mocking tone.

Qiao Sheng scanned the ground and saw a ticket floating on the ground, with a corner of the original book still stuck in it.

“You are too impulsive. Sister Ran would not do such a thing.” Qiao Sheng leaned against Lin Siran’s table and spoke in a deep voice.

“No? Then let me ask you, how come my ticket is in her book?” Meng Xinran sat in the coffee shop and sneered, “She is the last one to leave in the class, who else could she be?”

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

Smiling sarcastically, “So, Qiao Sheng, what do you mean by making this call? To protect her?”

Meng Xinran didn’t know who else could get her vote besides Qin Ran?

This kind of arrogant and unconcealed behavior is really similar to Qin Ran.

“It’s better to make this matter clear in public. I’m not defending her, but I trust her as a person. You come back first, and I will help you find out about this matter.” Qiao Sheng took a deep breath.

“How else to check? The ticket in her book is the best explanation. Do you want to say that the ticket is her own?” Meng Xinran found it ridiculous, “Qiao Sheng, do you believe this?”

Qin Ran’s vote is indeed difficult to explain.

Qiao Sheng knelt down and looked at the ticket on the ground.

He raised his eyes again and looked at the books on the floor. He still had a headache.

“Has anyone informed Sister Ran?” Qiao Sheng glanced at the people in the class.

The he people shook their heads.

Who dares to poke Qin Ran?

I’m afraid I don’t even know how to write the word “die”.

Qiao Sheng took a deep breath, took out her cell phone, looked at Qinran’s phone number for a long time, and finally rang the call.

**

At this time, Qin Ran was lying on the table in the school doctor’s office practicing calligraphy.

Holding the pen in his left hand, he was writing stroke by stroke, quite irritated.

“Qin Xiaoran, your handwriting is a person’s face. If you write well, it’s worth it. I’ll ask Master Juan to give you a specially customized copybook.” Lu Zhaoying held the pen and looked at Qin Ran who seemed to be irritable and spoke quickly.

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

Qin Ran lay half-lying on the table and said feebly, “Who?”

The tone was indifferent, without the slightest interest.

“Jiang Jinyuan, Master Jiang, his calligraphy and paintings are the most valuable in contemporary collections. Do you know how many collectors are willing to spend a lot of money to buy his calligraphy and paintings? It’s a pity that he lives in a simple way, and no one can buy him.” Lu Zhaoying said, and sighed again.

“Oh.” Qin Ran was not familiar with Jiang Jinyuan and had no database in his mind.

So he seemed to be lacking in interest.

“If you act like this, you will be beaten to death in the capital.” Lu Zhaoying saw that the expression on Qin Ran’s face did not change at all, and she was completely convinced.

Jiang Jinyuan is an idle scholar, but he has a deep social network in the capital, and there are really few people who can hire him.

Not to mention asking him to write a special copybook for Qinran to practice calligraphy.

After thinking about it, Lu Zhaoying went to look in the box containing the copybooks. There were several copybooks copied by Master Jiang himself.

Not to mention that these copybooks are hard to find, but just how shameless Master Jiang must be to do this.

Seeing Qin Ran practicing calligraphy, Lu Zhaoying couldn’t help but wonder, if Mr. Cheng came forward, could he ask Master Jiang to write a special calligraphy book for one person?

When I think about it deeply, it seems that there is really not much hope.

Thinking of this, Lu Zhaoying looked at Qin Ran again, did you know that you spent eight figures in RMB to practice writing a calligraphy book?

It was rumored among the upper class in the capital that the Cheng family was rich, but Lu Zhaoying never expected that Cheng Juan would have so much money…

No wonder some people hate the rich.

Lu Zhaoying herself was a little sour.

Qin Ran was very irritable while practicing calligraphy at noon today.

Practicing calligraphy requires determination. For Qinran, the word “determination” basically does not exist.

When Qiao Sheng called, she sounded impatient and lowered her voice: “Tell me.”

Cold and dry.

Just one word is enough to dissuade Qiao Sheng.

Qiao Sheng paused again before speaking cautiously: “Something happened in the class. Sister Ran, are you free to come to the class?”

With his own tone, Qiao Sheng still dared to say such things.

Thinking that something had happened, Qin Ran hung up the phone and threw the pen on the table. “If you have any questions in class, come to me. I’ll go back first.”

Lu Zhaoying looked at the pen thrown by Qin Ran, and her heart trembled.

That sum belonged to Cheng Juan. Everything about Cheng Juan, even a nail clipper, was priced at an unimaginable price.

**

Qin Ran casually took a peaked cap and put it on her head, and walked to Class 9.

Class 9 was originally very quiet, especially after Qiao Sheng made that phone call, the others didn’t even dare to express their anger.

The back door was slowly pushed open.

Some time ago, Class 9 was very self-disciplined, but there were still people discussing topics in low voices. Now it was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Qin Ran raised her eyebrows and walked inside.

Xu Yaoguang was sitting in the penultimate seat at the back and looked up at her.

Qiao Sheng and He Wen both stood by Lin Siran.

Qin Ran passed another group and saw the victory next to Lin Siran.

Her books fell scattered on the floor. Several foreign books had clear footprints on them, and a few were torn apart due to excessive inertia.

Qin Ran raised his hand and took off the peaked cap on his head.

The air in the class almost condensed, as if it were a balloon that reached its limit. As long as someone moved a little bit, it would explode with a bang.

Everyone else wants to bury their heads in the book.

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

Just when everyone else was frightened, there was a sudden low chuckle in the classroom, which was not pleasant at all.

Qiao Sheng and the others couldn’t help but look at Qin Ran, but they saw her dark eyes and the whites of her eyes that were slightly dyed red.

Even laughter seemed extremely dangerous.

“Lin Siran, tell me.” Qin Ran leaned to the side, her tone was calm and indifferent, and there was no hint of happiness or anger, and there was a trace of laziness in her words and movements.

Lin Siran closed the book and explained everything she knew.

“Sister Ran,” Qiao Sheng coughed, “Don’t worry, I will handle this matter properly for you.”

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

It must be easy for he to handle this.

“No,” Qin Ran refused. She reached for her phone and dialed a number, “Do you have twenty people there?”

I don’t know what the answer was.

Qin Ran nodded and hung up the phone.

He didn’t say anything or put away his books. He just leaned to the side, lowered his eyes, and turned his cell phone in his hand.

Within five minutes, Wei Zihang had a cold look on his face.

Everyone in Class Nine has heard the legend of Wei Zihang, and they feel even more uneasy.

Wei Zihang still had a cigarette in his mouth. He glanced around and saw Qin Ran’s desk, smiling evilly: “How brave.”

“This.” Qinran raised her chin and pointed at Meng Xinran’s position.

Wei Zihang didn’t say anything, and directly carried Meng Xinran’s desk to the corridor.

People in Class 9 still don’t know what Qin Ran is going to do.

Qiao Sheng glanced at Wei Zihang, fearing that Qin Ran would alert the school, so he followed Qin Ran out directly, “Sister Ran, what are you doing now?”

The others looked at each other and followed him out.

When she went out, she saw Qin Ran leaning on the corridor, her head tilted to one side, her slightly sideways eyebrows showing her willfulness, still showing the scorn of a young man.

She was leisurely throwing Meng Xinran’s books down from the fifth floor one by one.

Downstairs, twenty people cleared an open space to avoid hitting anyone.