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nQin Ran was very popular in school.

nShe was individualistic and replaced Qin Yu as the campus belle the moment she arrived at First Middle School.

nQin Ran was pretty and news of her looks didn’t just travel across First Middle School. Even students from the surrounding schools nearby, Experimental Middle School, Sixth Middle School, and Zi High School all skipped lessons to come and see her.

nHD pictures of Qin Ran were sneakily posted everywhere in school. Even so, there were still praises about her outstanding beauty.

nQin Yu used to say that she didn’t like anyone paying too much attention to her, but now that all of them were discussing Qin Ran, and even her status as the campus belle had been taken away, she was in a bad mood.

nWhat did Qin Ran do to deserve this?

nShe didn’t study well and loved to fight. She had a bad attitude and exhibited everything that bad students had.

nQin Yu was very clear about the progress report of class 3.9’s poster. She had come to find Nie Fie yesterday night, so Nie Fei didn’t have time to draw anything.

nAlmost everyone in Class 3.9 had their heads tilted or were leaning against their chairs, looking back.

nThe smile on Qin Yu’s mouth didn’t have time to expand. She saw the contents on the rear board and was dismayed.

nThe people behind laughed and wanted to ask her why she didn’t continue walking when they saw the bulletin board and their eyes widened as well.

nXu Yaoguang went to the student council early in the morning and convened the representatives of various departments for a meeting, and then inspected each class.

nYesterday, he was in a hurry and had left without seeing the complete process. Qin Ran had painted two very alive cartoon characters, one of which was colored.

nHe didn’t see the full version until now.

nLin Siran divided the poster into four parts. She copied two poems and wrote a few high school senior inspirational quotes, leaving a blank space in the middle, which was the countdown to the college entrance examination.

nThe remaining four blank spaces each had a cartoon character.

nThere were four in total, from right to left.

nThe first was in a white shirt and black slacks. Her hair was shredded, her face blushed, and she had a pair of beautiful and expressive eyes.

nThe second was wearing a T-shirt, holding a microphone and looking far away.

nThe third was wearing a cotton jacket with a bandage on his arm.

nThe fourth was a punk outfit, with overhead sky spotlights.

nIt was like a growth history.

nThe most shocking thing was that the entire blackboard was painted like a stage effect. The various chalks exactly depicted the spotlight and all the famous poems and characters were perfectly embedded in it.

nIn the bottom row, there were countless little white figures, probably only one finger high, holding light boards.

nEven though he had taken a glimpse yesterday, Xu Yaoguang was still shocked by this grand scene.

nThe student union was silent collectively, and no one spoke.

n“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! It’s Yan Xi! It’s the process of his debut, and the last one is the costume he wore during the latest concert!”

n“My Yan Xi! He’s so! Handsome!”

n“Oh my God! I’m transferring to class 3.9!”

nYan Xi was the craze now and was absolutely the top three in the entertainment industry.

nThe sound outside was endless.

nAlmost all of them came out to take photos with their mobile phones, tweeted them, and posted them in school.

n“Nie Fei, you turned out to be a hidden fangirl! Impressive! I didn’t realize it before, but you are my goddess from today!” Nie Fei of Class 3.9 was also surrounded.

nNie Fei had made a poster for the Student Union last night, and she just entered the class. She was dumbfounded. “No, no, no… I was in the student union last night, you… you can ask Siran and Qin Ran…”

nThose people went to find Qin Ran and Lin Siran instead.

nQin Ran was lazily crouching on the table, flipping through a book. She was always in a bad mood when she got up in the morning.

nThe look on her pretty face was cold.

nClass 3.9 knew her temper, so no one dared to ask her anything. But that didn’t prevent them from mentioning Qin Ran.

nQin Yu saw Qiao Sheng kick off his chair and sit in Qin Ran’s front table. He tilted his head and seemed to want to ask her something.

n“No fault, no fault at all.” The Head of Functions waved his hand and was the first to announce this.

nQin Yu glanced at Xu Yaoguang again and saw that he had his head lowered and was writing very seriously. She gripped her pen tighter.

n“Qin Yu, you are too impressive.” The head of functions gave Qin Yu a thumbs up. “How did you know that the board of class 3.9 was this good, and you even wanted to come here first?”

nQin Yu: “…” Her face was completely ashen.

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nClass 3.9 was really noisy.

nQin Ran put on her headphones expressionlessly, her eyebrows furrowed.

nWhat was going on with this group of students?

nShe was wearing her school uniform, and her pure white face lifted slightly as if looking out the window. The irritability at the bottom of her eyes burst out, determined to soar into the sky.

n“Ran Ran.” Lin Siran didn’t cover her heart and reluctantly pulled her eyes from the poster on the back until the teaching director came to maintain order. She looked at Qin Ran. “Who was this, who could have drawn this? Who was it?!”

nLin Siran regained her senses and looked at Qin Ran, unable to contain her excitement.

n“I don’t know.” Qin Ran laid down on the table impatiently.

nLin Siran whispered “Oh” and then said again, “Ran Ran, you didn’t do any paper last night.”

nShe was very attentive and took her papers to Qin Ran to copy.

nQin Ran got up again and held a pen with her left hand. She copied the paper, her eyes narrowed and cold and her expression irritable.

nClass 3.9 became famous for this matter.

nFew people studied seriously and all looked in the direction of Lin Siran and Qin Ran, whispering.

nXu Yaoguang was flipping through his English books, and everyone around was discussing who painted it. He couldn’t help looking at Qin Ran. She was silent and indifferent. He wrote with his pen in his left hand very slowly.

nBut…

nXu Yaoguang’s hand paused. He remembered very clearly that she had used her right hand last night.

nEarly morning classes were short.

nThere were many people in class 3.9. Xu Yaoguang went out to buy breakfast. Qiao Sheng looked at Qin Ran lying on the table. She seemed to think it was noisy and covered her head with her school uniform.

nHe touched his nose and went out with Xu Yaoguang.

nAfter early reading, more people came to Class 3.9, and there was no crowding in the corridor.

nThey were either discussing the bulletin board or who painted it.

nQin Yu was waiting for them downstairs. She glanced at Qiao Sheng walking beside Xu Yaoguang, but Qiao Sheng didn’t look at her and continued talking to Xu Yaoguang.

n“I don’t know who it is,” Qiao Sheng whispered. He put his hands in his pockets and cursed with a smile. “Qin Ran is always sleeping and ignoring me. I gave her a can of candies for nothing.”

nXu Yaoguang was silent. He had always been indifferent. Few people knew what he was doing at home, and nothing seemed to attract him.

nAt the mention of Qin Ran, he raised an eyebrow.

nQin Yu stood aside and pursed her lips. Both of their reactions bothered her.

nShe pretended to be relaxed. “This person is very impressive and probably isn’t from our school. Otherwise, someone would have come out to claim it.”

nThat poster had indeed not been claimed, and Qin Yu couldn’t go against her conscience and say that it wasn’t nice.

n“The person who painted is a student in our school,” Xu Yaoguang suddenly said.

nQiao Sheng and Qin Yu were both surprised. They stared at him: “…”

nXu Yaoguang’s eyes were complicated. “She is Qin Ran.”

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