[R18] 夫人你馬甲又掉了 – “Madam, Your Vest Has Fallen Off Again” Chapter 146 [English]

146 It’s you (second update)

Xu Yaoguang didn’t care who Qin Ran was before.

I don’t care if she is left-handed.

So I was surprised when I saw her using her right hand to draw the board, but I ignored it and put it in the back of my head.

Think about it now.

Qin Ran is not left-handed at all!

Xu Yaoguang closed his eyes. All the details seemed to be easy to understand. Qin Ran wrote very slowly with his left hand, like a beginner.

he put down his chopsticks.

Cross out QR280+ on the paper and write a question mark again.

The left hand is 280, what about the right hand?

Qiao Sheng played a small game, and when he saw Xu Yaoguang put down his chopsticks again, his expression seemed to be loose, he couldn’t help but lean over.

Can’t see any clue.

The lines drawn by Xu Yaoguang are so strange.

Qiao Sheng is not a professional player and has no idea about hand speed. Even if Meng Xinran is put together with others, he can’t see the difference between a hand speed of 500+ and a hand speed of 200+.

“Qiao Sheng, Master Xu, are you still not leaving?” The door of Xu Yaoguang’s dormitory was not closed. He Wen, who was opposite, leaned against the door frame, knocked on the door, and called them to go to class.

“Wait a minute,” Qiao Sheng raised his head and pointed at Xu Yaoguang, “Young Master Xu hasn’t eaten yet…”

“I won’t eat.” Xu Yaoguang stood up directly, threw the rest of the meal into the trash can, and went to the classroom with the others with the piece of paper.

**

School doctor’s office.

When Cheng Juan came back with Lu Zhaoying, who was carrying milk tea, Qin Ran was leaning on the table, observing the almost dehydrated grass on the glass dish.

“Miss Qin,” Cheng Mu brought a cup of tea to Qinran, pointed to the grass on the glass dish, and lowered his voice, “Is this Wangyou yours?”

Qin Ran stood with his back to the window. The sun was bright today and the light was cold.

He tilted his head against the light and raised his eyebrows, “What do you think it’s called?”

“Wangyou, they are only found in auction houses.” Cheng Mu thought for a while and then said, “Did Master Juan give it to you?”

“Oh,” Qin Ran nodded casually and said lazily, “My deskmate gave it to me. It smells good.”

Sleep peacefully.

“Your deskmate?” Cheng Mu immediately thought of Lin Siran who looked like he had never seen the world last time, and was a little confused, “How could that be?”

He took two steps and picked up the glass bottle Cheng Juan put on the table to look at it.

I looked around and couldn’t find the code number.

It must be fake…

Cheng Mu originally thought that Cheng Juan gave it to Qinran, but now that he knew it was a fake, he treated it casually.

Lu Zhaoying kicked open the door and came in, sat down at the dining table, tapped Erlang’s legs, and handed the milk tea to Qin Ran, “Qin Xiaoran, are you and Pan Mingyue really friends?”

A cold, evil, cynical and bohemian boss.

He is well-behaved and quiet, and he looks like a good student at first sight.

No matter how we look at it, we can’t get together.

Qin Ran stuck the straw in and held it in her mouth carelessly: “Yes.”

“She must have pretty eyes.” Lu Zhaoying held the chopsticks and smiled.

Qin Ran, who had been drinking milk tea, suddenly raised her head when she heard this sentence. Her eyes were extremely cold, and her brows were full of frivolity, “Don’t provoke her.”

The tone was serious.

Lu Zhaoying remembered that after knowing Qin Ran for such a long time, she was so good at reaching out, and the only injury she got was because of Pan Mingyue, “Are you covering her like this?”

Qin Ran continued to drink milk tea. No matter what Lu Zhaoying asked next, she would not speak.

After a long while, Lu Zhaoying seemed to hear a clear and unsmoking sentence——

The voice was too low. He probably only heard the word “sin”, but it was not clear.

After washing his hands, Cheng Juan paused as he walked this way with a slight smell of disinfectant.

Lu Zhaoying opened his mouth, wanting to ask more clearly.

Cheng Juan put his hands on the ebony chair, pulled it away, and looked at him lightly, “Go and wash your hands.”

After eating, Qin Ran continued to practice calligraphy while lying on the table, writing with her left hand and half supporting her chin with her right hand. Her beautiful face was full of impatience, wantonness and unruliness.

Taking another sip of the unfinished milk tea, Qin Ran bit the straw and tilted her head.

Cheng Juan was polishing glass pieces inside, but he was not that professional, so he sat half-sitting on the table, holding the glass piece with his long and clean fingers.

His eyebrows were lowered, seeming a little slack.

Cheng Mu saw Qin Ran stop writing halfway through, and felt that she was not very interested today.

“Looking at how meticulous Master Juan is, it’s as if he’s really treating Wangyou.” Cheng Mu moved a stool and sat next to Lu Zhaoying, holding his cell phone to give Cheng Jinfa a message.

Lu Zhaoying was looking at the tickets for this Saturday’s exhibition game and calculating the time to go to the capital, “What Wangyou?”

“Oh, it’s something that the old man wears all year round. I don’t know the details. I accompanied Mr. Cheng to the auction house last year. It was not expensive. It cost 4.7 million at the time and only lasted less than a month.” Cheng Mufeng said calmly.

Lu Zhaoying’s hand paused for a moment. Cheng Mu was probably distracted. 470w could be said to be inexpensive.

Generally, it is difficult for a large company to have a turnover of 4.7 million in a month.

“But Miss Qin, that’s probably a fake,” Cheng Mu thought for a moment, then lowered his voice, “I didn’t see any coding on it.”

He has always bought it with Cheng, so he naturally knows that such products sold to the outside world usually have clear codes to prevent counterfeiting.

Qin Ran slowly finished practicing another copybook, then pulled up her hat and went out to Class Nine.

Cheng Juan polished the glass piece, put it aside, opened the glass door and walked out.

Leaning on the chair she was sitting on before, she reached out and flipped through the copybook she had practiced.

My handwriting has indeed improved a lot.

After a long while, he flexed his fingers, knocked on the table, and said in a neutral tone: “Cheng Mu, I want to read the 712 information again.”

Cheng Mu went to get the information.

Cheng Juan turned it over and looked at it for a long time.

This is the page of information that had Qin Ran’s name on it.

“I can’t find Lao Yao’s daughter. She appeared at the scene, but the last information is here.” Cheng Mu took a look and said silently, “I guess she was retaliated by Poison Wolf. Poison Wolf and his group are not good people. Or she was well protected, but… the latter is unlikely.”

No one would do this for the daughter of a drug detective, right?

Not a big shot.

Poison Wolf’s group has always been ruthless, and He and Captain Hao have only taken down a stronghold in Yuncheng until now.

Yao Weilin (buried alive and suffocated)

Yao Weilin’s wife (buried alive and died of suffocation)

Yao Weilin’s daughter (unknown)

There are three pits at the scene, one of which is not buried. Some people speculate that Yao Weilin’s daughter was there before.

From beginning to end, Yao Weilin’s daughter didn’t even appear in name, and the Information Bureau didn’t have any news about her.

Cheng Juan leaned back, stretched out his hand, covered his eyes, and said softly: “Cheng Mu, have you ever heard of the train track multiple-choice question?”

“Suppose there is a speeding train in the distance. There are two tracks in front of it. One track has a person tied to it, and the other track has two people. Two of these three people you respect very much, and one of them is your friend. If you are given ten seconds, you can only choose to use remote control to save one side. What will you choose?”

Cheng Mu was stunned, “You probably want me to choose between you, Mr. Lu, and Cheng Jin?”

Then he frowned again, “Then I choose not to do anything.”

“If you don’t do anything, three of us will die together.” Cheng Juan looked out the window and spoke in a low voice.

“In the final analysis, should I choose to kill two people or one person?” Cheng Mu paused and then said quietly: “Master Juan, you are so cruel.”

Even if he does choose, he will go crazy.

Cheng Juan slowly closed his eyes, tightened his fingers on the table slightly, leaned back on the chair, and stopped talking.

**

When Qin Ran arrived at Class 9, the afternoon self-study get out of class was about to end.

Lin Siran was writing the physics paper and was almost done. When he saw Qin Ran, he immediately handed over his physics paper and said, “Quickly copy, Mr. Xu will be here to collect the papers later.”

Qin Ran didn’t really want to write.

But when Lin Siran said this, she took a pen and slowly copied Lin Siran’s answers onto the physics paper intact.

When Xu Yaoguang collected the papers and received them here, Lin Siran raised his head and explained to Xu Yaoguang.

In the past, when he saw Qin Ran copying papers, Xu Yaoguang would leave without saying a word, regardless of whether she wanted to hand in the papers or not.

Today he rarely stopped. When he finished copying, there was no trace of impatience in his eyebrows.

Lin Siran was a little surprised, but she didn’t say anything. She turned sideways and held her chin with one hand to watch Qin Ran write the paper. She was quite surprised and said, “Ranran, your handwriting has really improved a lot, and your handwriting is a bit better.”

Qin Ran’s left hand writing has always been very slow and not very good.

In recent days, Lin Siran found that she was getting better and better in writing, with one horizontal stroke and one stroke, penetrating and penetrating. It also had a bit of character, and it didn’t look like a primary school student’s handwriting.

After Qin Ran finished writing, he handed the paper to Xu Yaoguang.

Xu Yaoguang looked down and saw that his handwriting had improved more than a little.

The handwriting has not changed for more than ten years, but it has only been two months now. How can it change so fast?

Xu Yaoguang put the paper on the top and pursed her lips because she rarely wrote with her left hand before.

He sent the paper to the physics teacher.

He returned to his seat, took out his phone, opened Weibo, searched for Yang Fei’s, and then followed he’s Weibo to click on qr’s homepage.

Xu Yaoguang couldn’t think of anyone other than that person who could make Yang Fei say “better than me.”

Qin Ran met almost all of them.

Except for one thing, she’s hand speed. During the PK with Meng Xinran last night, Xu Yaoguang noticed that Qin Ran’s hand speed was only 280+.

It can cover anything, but not hand speed.

But now…

Xu Yaoguang took a pen and drew equal lines between Q, QR, and qr.

He lowered his head, his eyes flickered, and his slightly pinched fingers were trembling.

**

“Ran Ran, where’s the grass on your neck?” Lin Siran pulled out the math materials he would use later and tilted his head.

Qin Ran leaned against the wall slightly, her beautiful eyebrows lowered, and she was not very interested, “I’m going to let someone make a specimen.”

“Just throw away the bad ones. We still have many at home,” Lin Siran thought for a while, then said in a low voice, a little embarrassed, “My dad is a flower farmer.”

“Oh.” Qin Ran nodded, “You’ve seen my dad, he’s a construction worker.”

Gao Yang walked in from the corridor holding this information.

After finishing a class, he knocked on Qinran’s desk and motioned for her to follow him out.

“This is the three days of leave you asked for,” Gao Yang handed the leave request note in his hand to Qin Ran.

“Thank you, teacher.” Qin Ran took it and looked down to see that the leave note had been approved.

Qin Ran put away the leave note and walked to his seat.

Xu Yaoguang also came out with a piece of paper at this time, “Teacher Gao, I want to ask for leave.”

This is strange. Recently, one or two people have asked for leave. Gao Yang put the information book under his armpit and asked, “How many days?”

“Next Monday to Wednesday, three days.” Xu Yaoguang handed Gao Yang the reason for applying for leave.

Gao Yang took it and said casually: “Monday to Wednesday?”

It was the same time as Qin Ran asked for leave.

Lowering his head, Xu Yaoguang wrote a very detailed reason for asking for leave. He said he wanted to return to the capital.

Qin Ran was more casual, using two very arrogant words – [Private Matters].

He didn’t even want to deal with Gao Yang.

Xu Yaoguang said “hmm” without explaining much.

Gao Yang reached out and approved a leave note for him.

**

After school in the afternoon, Qiao Sheng took a basketball and beat it several times, waiting for Xu Yaoguang to come out.

Xu Yaoguang looked at it with his mobile phone and did not leave immediately.

He raised his head. Qin Ran was still sitting in his seat. She was supporting her chin with her hand, flipping through the book. From behind, she could see that she was very impatient.

After thinking for a long time, Xu Yaoguang pulled out his chair and stood up.

Qiao Sheng originally thought that Xu Yaoguang was coming out, but he didn’t expect that he would take the phone and walk directly towards Qin Ran.

“Hey——Master Xu!” Qiao Sheng stood up straight and immediately chased after him.

Xu Yaoguang ignored him. He enlarged a photo he had saved on his phone and put it in front of Qin Ran.

“What’s the matter? Tell me.” Qin Ran held the book in her hand and tilted her head impatiently.

Qiao Sheng frowned and took a look. The enlarged photo on Xu Yaoguang’s phone seemed unclear and had poor pixels. It should have been from a few years ago.

Above it is the back of a person, wearing black clothes, which looks like an OST battle uniform, with a peaked cap on his head.

I didn’t see his face, but just from his back, I could tell that he was casual and carefree.

“Is that you?” Xu Yaoguang supported the table with both hands, lowered his head slightly, and his eyes showed no emotion, “Q.”