[R18] 夫人你馬甲又掉了 – “Madam, Your Vest Has Fallen Off Again” Chapter 139 [English]

Who has the first hand speed of 139 (first update)

This toilet is at the end of the passage. The entire passage is very long and only has a yellow light on.

It was so quiet that you could almost hear the slight dripping sound.

The light is a bit dim, but the figures can be clearly seen.

As Yang Fei’s biggest fan, how could Qiao Sheng not know Yang Fei?

Especially he hasn’t changed his clothes, he’s still wearing the same OST team uniform.

And the opposite side of he——

The girl lowered her head slightly and leaned against the wall lazily, with her hands folded across her chest. Her posture was a bit careless and cynical.

There was still the peaked cap on the top of her head, the brim of the hat was pushed down low. From this angle, her eyes could not be seen, only her white lower jaw could be seen.

Qiao Sheng took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and then opened them again.

The figure opposite Yang Fei is still there, he read it right.

The two people seemed to be thinking about something, and did not notice that someone would come to this remote toilet.

Qiao Sheng heard her own very erratic voice: “Ran…Sister Ran.”

The sound appeared suddenly.

Yang Fei’s delicate eyebrows were raised slightly, and he turned sideways and looked in the direction of Qiao Sheng. When he saw the person’s brows furrowed, he looked at Qin Ran questioningly.

Qin Ran turned her head and looked at Qiao Sheng calmly.

He raised his chin towards him again, signaling him to stay where he was.

“Not for now,” Qin Ran stood up straight, “I don’t want to see anyone.”

Yang Fei nodded. Although he was regretful and disappointed, he didn’t say anything because of Qiao Sheng’s appearance. “Then you go back first.”

As he spoke, he glanced at Qiao Sheng and nodded, “Hello, I’m Yang Fei.”

Qiao Sheng didn’t react.

Yang Fei went to the toilet.

Qin Ran took two steps forward, raised her hand slightly, took off Qiao Sheng’s hat, and knocked on his head, “You can wake up, young man.”

Qiao Sheng glanced at her faintly.

He opened his mouth, full of words he had just brewed.

Qin Ran threw the hat to He, put one hand in his pocket and walked out, interrupting He, and said with some cynical casualness: “You are allowed to ask three questions.”

After holding back his full words, Qiao Sheng put on his hat and chased after him, “Are you familiar with Yang Shen and Yi Jiming?”

Qin Ran turned sideways and glanced at Qiao Sheng. The smile on her lips was quite lazy, as if Qiao Sheng had asked a mentally retarded question, “Of course, next one.”

“Just now…” Qiao Sheng was used to being looked down upon. He kept up with Qin Ran and turned his head again, “The female player Yang Fei was talking about on stage just now was you, not Meng Xinran, right?”

“Yeah.” Qin Ran didn’t hide it at all. She nodded very generously, “The last one.”

Asked the last question, Qiao Sheng slowed down.

Qin Ran looked sideways at he and raised her eyebrows: “You tell me.”

“That’s it…” Qiao Sheng pursed his lips and walked through more than half of the passage. The echo was still obvious. He could hear his own voice clearly: “Did you create the three magic cards of the OST team?”

Qin Ran paused and smiled lazily, “You are so sharp, young man.”

Even though he had expected it, Qiao Sheng still couldn’t recover.

Anyone can create character cards in Kyushu Travel, but only a few can create divine cards.

Those who can possess the magic card are the ace teams from various countries.

Because the magic card is about character design and combo arrangement. The most important thing is that the magic card you create must be traceable and traceable, rather than just sketching out a character and giving him a random skill.

Before this, everyone including Qiao Sheng felt that OST’s magic card was created by a team.

It wasn’t until last night that Qiao Sheng found out that it was created by the first generation members of the previous OST.

In fact, there are three things that fans of OST love: Yang Fei’s undefeated myth, OST’s unflinching momentum, and the three major magic cards.

In particular, all fans know that the first two points are based on the three magic cards.

If they knew that these three divine cards were all created by the same person…

That person was Qin Ran, and Qiao Sheng somewhat expected that everyone would go crazy.

“After asking, let’s go back.” Qin Ran turned around and continued walking forward.

“Then you still play games?” Qiao Sheng continued to catch up and asked in a low voice, his voice clearly excited, “Will you still share the stage with Yang Shen?”

“Whatever you do, you’re going to have to take the college entrance examination.” Qin Ran said casually, “Besides, my hand speed is not very high, about 200 left and right. Do you want me to be sprayed?”

Qiao Sheng: “…”

**

The two returned to Lu Zhaoying and Xu Yaoguang’s place.

When he returned, Lu Zhaoying was chatting with one of Yang Fei’s fans, and even took a support hat from her.

They stood beside the railing of the passage, and there was a place under the railing. Meng Xinran stood there, and the three boys beside her stood with their heads held high.

Because the director just gave Meng Xinran a shot, someone recognized her and was waiting aside.

It was a bit noisy, so Qin Ran put on her headphones and put her phone in her coat pocket.

“Let’s go.” She held one hand on the railing and looked at Lu Zhaoying.

The boys from Class 9 were scratching the railing, trying to get Yang Feng out, but they shook their heads and didn’t intend to leave.

Qiao Sheng put his hands on the railing and smiled enigmatically, “No need to wait, Yang Shen will not go to Meng Xinran.”

The boy paused for a moment, then raised his head: “Qiao Sheng, I know you are jealous of Meng Xinran. Needless to say, I understand.”

Lu Zhaoying glanced hesitantly in Meng Xinran’s direction, thought about it, and decided to leave with Qin Ran first.

“Here you go,” he handed Qinran the cheering hat he got from a fan, and pointed at the one on her head, “The one on your head is too old, change it to a new one.”

“I won’t change it anymore,” Qin Ran pressed the hat on her head with her hand and said very calmly, “I miss the old days.”

“Okay.” Lu Zhaoying didn’t care too much and kept the hat.

Xu Yaoguang was not interested in any of this.

He didn’t wear a support hat, he just took out his mobile phone and talked to Qiao Sheng, “The tickets are here, I’m going home first.”

His tone was as calm as ever.

Qiao Sheng knew that he was talking about the tickets Qin Yu sent to him, so he nodded and waved for him to leave.

Xu Yaoguang thought for a while and said to Lu Zhaoying again.

Lu Zhaoying waved her hand casually.

Qiao Sheng knew about Lu Zhaoying, but the rest of Team Nine did not. Seeing Xu Yaoguang, he went out of his way to say hello to Lu Zhaoying, which was quite curious.

Qin Ran passed by without squinting.

Qiao Sheng saw this scene and paused for a moment: Mr. Xu, do you know that the person in front of you is the creator of the magic card that you are a fan of!

**

It was already seven o’clock when we came out.

It was Cheng Juan who still came to pick them up.

Back at the villa, Butler Cheng had already made time to bring out all the dishes.

Cheng Juan put his hands on the table, turned his body half sideways, and asked casually: “Do you have any plans to go to the capital in the near future?”

Lu Zhaoying was scrolling through Weibo and eating her meal. When she heard this sentence, her hands froze.

He looked up at Cheng Juan in disbelief.

Master Juan, are you crazy?!

They are still in high school, and you are blatantly asking them to skip class?!

Cheng Juan raised his head and looked at he.

Butler Cheng, who was standing aside and on call, also looked at Cheng Juan with some words.

Then he frowned slightly and looked at Qin Ran.

Finally sigh.

“There is indeed something that I haven’t thought about yet.” Qin Ran became very irritable thinking about the tickets Chen Shulan gave her.

She lowered her eyebrows, and her eyebrows were cold and dry. Lu Zhaoying was scared when she saw her and didn’t dare to mention this matter.

After eating, Qin Ran continued to go back to Class 9, saying that she wanted to study by herself.

On Saturday, everyone from Class 9 came together. They basically didn’t have any homework to do and they all gathered together to discuss watching the exhibition game today.

Qin Ran sat on her stool and leaned against the wall lazily. She impatiently put on her headphones, took out her copybook and started practicing calligraphy.

“Ran Ran, can you register a Weibo?” Lin Siran leaned over and said, “Let’s follow each other. I heard that Meng Xinran has two million fans.”

Because Meng Xinran was cueed by Yang Fei today, Yang Fei’s fans were comparable to the second-tier peak traffic, and they directly touched Meng Xinran’s Weibo.

“I have” was swallowed hard by her, and she remembered whether she told Lin Siran.

“Trouble.” She said casually, and then wrote slowly.

Lin Siran held her chin and looked at her, “I’ll help you register, and you’ll live like an old man!”

This mobile phone number had not been registered yet, so Qin Ran threw the phone to Lin Siran, and kept practicing the words on her hand: “Make it yourself.”

Lin Siran happily took Qin Ran’s phone and found that it automatically unlocked as soon as she touched it.

She was in a hurry for Weibo. Without thinking too much, she happily downloaded a Weibo and registered it.

When thinking of a name, Lin Siran bit her finger before registering a Weibo account – qr.

Qin Ran seemed to like this style quite a bit and looked at it for a long time.

In less than one night, less than ten fans had gained. Apart from the zombie fans, it was Lin Siran. Compared to Meng Xinran’s army of two million, he was just like Mosquito Legs.

**

In the evening, study by yourself in the next evening.

Qin Ran took a shower and put on a long dress. While wiping her hair, she came out. She remembered something again and said to Lin Siran, “The game character was sent to you.”

Lin Siran immediately logged into the game and received three emails in the game mailbox.

Qin Ran gave her three characters, an old man, an old man with the head of a human and the body of a snake, and a female character she saw last time.

The two figures in the front are not good-looking, but the woman in the back is wearing fairy-like clothes. Lin Siran likes them very much.

I also took this character card to play a copy of the game.

After playing a game, the people in the game copy just started adding her as friends like crazy.

Also sends voice.

This game is voice enabled.

“Ran Ran, there are so many AIs in this game. I’m just a newbie. How could there be so many people adding me as friends and sending me voice messages.” Lin Siran didn’t add anyone, didn’t even listen to the message, and downloaded another basic copy in succession.

The momentum is overwhelming.

Qin Ran wiped her hair unhurriedly, and when Lin Siran spoke, she just said “carelessly”.

She touched the pocket of the clothes she had changed out today and took out two tickets, which she casually tucked into the original document.

**

In Qiao Sheng’s dormitory, he was looking at the class group and followed Qin Ran’s Weibo.

[He Wen]: Today is a lemon.JPG

[Xia Fei]: Meng Xinran has 2.1 million fans!

Others felt terrible. The people in Class Nine didn’t have a good impression of Meng Xinran, but now they were really sour.

Before, Meng Xinranfei only had 1.2 million fans, and more than half of them were zombie fans.

He gained 900,000 followers in one night.

Qiao Sheng clicked on the link and saw the Weibo headline at a glance——

[E-sports star Yang Shen said at this afternoon’s Open Championship that he likes a teammate very much and enjoys playing games with him, with an ambiguous tone.

There are few female e-sports players, only OST has one. The editor found her Weibo. She is the talented hand speed player @OST Meng Xinran who came on as a substitute last time!

Meng Xinran, who joined the OST team a year ago, is a terrifying player with great potential, and her hand speed exceeds that of Yi Jiming…]

Qiao threw the phone angrily.

In addition to the fans themselves, there must be people who buy the popularity.

Qiao Sheng knew that what Yang Fei was talking about today was not Meng Xinran. The Yunguang Consortium must know about Qin Ran. OST and the Yunguang Consortium would not buy this popularity.

The one who bought this popularity was definitely Meng Xinran.

Qiao Sheng was angry, but there was nothing he could do. What should he do? Post a Weibo post saying that Yang Fei was not talking about Meng Xin but Qin Ran?

There are so many trolls on Weibo, and I don’t know how many people will come to troll Qinran because of this.

**

In the Lin family, Meng Xinran didn’t wait for Yang Fei in the exhibition match.

She probably thought that Yang Fei was jealous of his fans and didn’t care.

Mrs. Zhang brought tea to several people sitting in the living room.

Ning Qing was holding two tickets and was talking to Lin Qi about going to the capital.

“Miss Biao has gained 900,000 followers on Weibo today and hundreds of thousands of comments.” Sister-in-law Zhang has been following Meng Xinran’s Weibo, pursed her lips and spoke with a smile.

Meng Xinran smiled calmly, “It’s all about taking advantage of the sun. Uncle, I went upstairs to sleep.”

Lin Qi nodded.

When Meng Xinran went upstairs, he asked Mrs. Zhang what happened on Meng Xinran’s Weibo.

The family watched for a while before Lin Qi sighed.

This popularity is comparable to that of third-tier stars.

“Yes, my cousin is famous now.” Mrs. Zhang laughed.

Ning Qing looked at Qin Yu’s ticket in her hand and breathed a sigh of relief.

The popularity of Weibo has always been high.

Until someone uncovered a post on the official website on Sunday night——

Screenshot the post and leave a message——

[OST has never announced hand speed rankings, but I remember Yangshen himself said that he was only second, so could this number one be…]

With this rhythm, on Sunday night, the hot search ranked first.

Monday, early morning.

Meng Xinran arrived at the school.

Wearing wide sunglasses on the bridge of her nose, people were looking at her all the way from her to the first class, and some of them were brave enough to go up to her and ask her about “Yangshen”.

Meng Xinran was as aloof as ever and didn’t say a word.

**

Class nine.

Qinran didn’t sleep well the night before. She leaned lazily on the table, took out her Chinese book and read it, her movements were quite irritable.

When the phone rang, it was Yang Fei’s WeChat message, asking if she had a Weibo account.

Qin Ran squinted her eyes, was too lazy to talk nonsense, and just threw the trumpet over.