[R18] 夫人你馬甲又掉了 – “Madam, Your Vest Has Fallen Off Again” Chapter 97 [English]

097Do you know what a violin is?

Xu Yaoguang didn’t say anything and put the test paper directly on Lin Siran’s desk.

He glanced at Lin Siran, his eyes were still cold, and his voice was soft: “Your physics score is 93.”

He and Qin Yu are both in their early 80s.

Upon hearing what Xu Yaoguang said, everyone else in the class gathered around.

The physics questions this time were extremely difficult, with several Olympiad questions interspersed in between. Those who could score 80 points were all immortal figures who had participated in physics competitions in previous years, let alone 90 points.

It’s just that Lin Siran is not included among these people.

As we all know, Lin Siran is very good in Chinese, Biochemistry, but she is partial to subjects, especially mathematics and physics, so she is not among the top five in the class every time.

Now she has scored ten points more than Xu Yaoguang in physics?

Even Qiao Sheng, a person with very poor grades, couldn’t help but look at Lin Siran, which was incredible.

Lin Siran herself was a little confused. She looked down and flipped through her paper: “I don’t know…” She really felt comfortable doing the paper, but she didn’t expect that she only made a mistake in the last big question.

Xu Yaoguang glanced at her, thought for a moment, and asked politely: “How did you do the last question? Can you lend me the paper?”

“Of course.”

When handing the paper to Xu Yaoguang, Lin Siran suddenly thought of something and glanced at Qin Ran.

The other party was sitting lazily in his seat, flipping through extracurricular books carelessly, with a lollipop in his mouth.

Lin Siran blinked and suddenly remembered something, “I read the last question in my notebook.”

She took out the notebook Qin Ran gave her and handed it to Xu Yaoguang.

Xu Yaoguang stretched out his hand to take it. He turned the page first and saw the three characters written on it. Although it was scrawled, Xu Yaoguang still dug out these three characters——

“Song Luting.” Xu Yaoguang read out each word in a low voice.

Qiao Sheng also leaned over to look, and then looked at Lin Siran, “Have you never heard of this guy? Is he from our school?”

“No,” Xu Yaoguang turned the page, his eyebrows drooped, not knowing what he was thinking, “he is one year older than us.”

He raised his head again and looked at Lin Siran with piercing eyes, “Do you know Song Luting?”

“I don’t know.” Lin Siran shook his head, glanced at Qin Ran subconsciously, and bit his lip.

She didn’t dare to say anything to Xu Yaoguang without Qinran’s consent.

Xu Yaoguang’s gaze shifted from Lin Siran to Qin Ran. A light flashed across his eyes, and then disappeared after a moment.

He borrowed the physics paper from Lin Siran and returned to his seat.

Qiao Sheng didn’t notice this. He returned the paper to Qin Ran, sat back on his chair, stretched his long legs in the aisle, and asked gossiping: “Master Xu, who is Song Luting?”

“The IPHO champion last July was from Yuncheng.” Xu Yaoguang said softly.

IPHO, International Physics Olympiad.

Xu Yaoguang had thought about whether they had the same name, but when he opened this notebook, he felt that the probability of the same name was small.

“How can Lin Siran know such a magical person?” Qiao Sheng crossed her legs slightly, very surprised.

Xu Yaoguang didn’t say much, but his eyes couldn’t help but glance towards Qin Ran.

**

Friday, noon.

The scars on Qinran’s hands gradually disappeared, and she was sitting in the school doctor’s office doing her homework.

Cheng Mu silently poured a glass of water for Qin Ran, and then asked carefully: “Miss Qin, do you want to eat?”

The demeanor was respectful.

In the past, although Li Chengmu didn’t speak and wouldn’t show anything when facing Qin Ran, he was extremely dissatisfied with Qin Ran in his heart.

There was a clear difference in attitude now.

Qin Ran crossed her legs, turned a page, picked up a brush and wrote, and replied casually: “No.”

Cheng Mu immediately stepped aside so as not to disturb her.

The whole school was on holiday in the afternoon because of the rehearsal program. Qin Ran wrote exercises for two hours and then started packing.

Cheng Juan was half leaning on the sofa and talking in a low voice to Lu Zhaoying. Both of them looked bad.

Qin Ran is sitting on a table not far from he, writing exercises. She is wearing a school uniform jacket today, with a red and black plaid T-shirt underneath. She occasionally frowns and feels a little dry, but her whole aura is very lively.

It’s very pleasant to take a look at it occasionally.

Subconsciously, the atmosphere in the entire school doctor’s office relaxed a lot.

Cheng Juan, who had been paying close attention to this side, turned his head and glanced at her with half-squinted eyes: “Aren’t you on vacation this afternoon?”

“There is a rehearsal. Lin Siran asked me to watch her show.” Qin Ran packed up her things and stood up. “It won’t take long. I think I’ll be back in half an hour.”

“Well,” Cheng Juan nodded and responded slowly. He leaned back and his eyes fell on her right hand again, “Don’t do hard work for them. Even if your hand is healed, you still need two weeks to recuperate.”

Qinran didn’t even look back, and only waved perfunctorily behind her.

Lu Zhaoying couldn’t help but laugh out loud, “What a cold woman!”

After a pause, Lu Zhaoying looked at Cheng Juan again with the pen, thought for a while, and asked: “Master Juan, Qin Xiaoran’s hands have been able to move for a long time, why are you so nervous?”

Cheng Mu nodded crazily in his mind.

Not to mention that she is left-handed, even if she is not left-handed, the scars have almost disappeared, so she is recuperating.

Cheng Juan glanced at the two of them, his expression was quite calm, and even his tone was relaxed, “You know why I am Master Juan, don’t you?”

“Why?” the two asked subconsciously.

“Because you have low IQ.” Cheng Juan held the document bag and spoke very politely with his long fingertips.

Two people: “…”

**

No. 1 Middle School Auditorium.

The auditorium is large and can accommodate more than a thousand people at the same time.

It was noisy, as if there was an honor guard buzzing in my head.

As soon as Qin Ran entered the door, her eyebrows were tightly knitted, and her whole body was filled with a sense of low pressure.

Just as he was about to take out his cell phone to find Lin Siran, Qiao Sheng patted her on the shoulder with his cell phone. The auditorium was very noisy, and he subconsciously raised his voice: “Lin Siran, we are still queuing over there, she asked me to take you to the small auditorium.”

After getting along for a long time, both he and Lin Siran knew that Qinran was quite afraid of noise, and her whole face would become cold when there were many people.

The chapel is separated by a door.

Normally there would be no one here, but at this time, the school allowed Qin Yu to practice violin.

When Qin Ran entered, Qin Yu was not practicing new songs, but practicing repertoire.

After listening to too many new songs, Qin Yu’s performance repertoire was dull and boring.

Xu Yaoguang listened very seriously. When Qin Ran came in, he subconsciously turned his eyes to the side and glanced at Qin Ran.

Qiao Sheng spoke to Xu Yaoguang in a low voice, and Xu Yaoguang responded slightly. He was distracted and listened to the violin less seriously than before.

Qin Yu, who had been paying close attention to Xu Yaoguang’s reaction, his eyes darkened.

Qin Yu’s violin playing was pretty good, much better than the average person’s.

“Qin Yu is not that good, but he can play well.” Qiao Sheng whispered in her ear.

Qin Ran said “Yeah” and said, “As an amateur, I’m really good at it.”

Xu Yaoguang saw that both Qin Ran and Qiao Sheng seemed to be paying close attention to him, so he couldn’t help but explain in a low voice, “She has double overtones. Not many people at her age can do this…”

Qiao Sheng didn’t listen very seriously. He scratched his head and said, “It sounds no different to others.”

Qin Ran also said perfunctorily, “It’s just so-so, not smooth.”

Qin Yu, who had just stopped, heard what Qin Ran and Qiao Sheng said, pursed her lips, and finally couldn’t bear it anymore, “Do you know what double overtones and left-hand plucking are? Wait until you know this before commenting on my violin. I don’t need unprofessional people to conduct and evaluate my violin playing. Mr. Xu, I can’t concentrate when they are so noisy. Please ask them to leave immediately.”