Not to mention that these copybooks are hard to find, just how good it is to let Master Jiang do this.

Seeing Qin Ran practicing calligraphy, Lu Zhaoying couldn't help but think, if Mr. Cheng came forward, could he ask Master Jiang to write a copybook for someone?

Thinking deeper, hope seems to be really small.

Thinking of this, Lu Zhaoying looked at Qin Ran again. Do you know that it took eight-digit rmb for practicing copybooks?

It is rumored that the Cheng family is rich, but Lu Zhaoying did not expect that Cheng Jun would be so much money...

No wonder someone hates the rich.

Lu Zhaoying herself was also a little sour.

Qin Ran was very irritable when practicing calligraphy at noon this day.

Practicing calligraphy requires qualitativeness, but for Qin Ran, the word "qualitativeness" basically does not exist.

When Qiao Sheng called, she was quite impatient and kept her voice down: "Say."

Cold and dry.

Just one word is enough to persuade Qiao Sheng to retreat.

Qiao Sheng paused for a moment before speaking carefully: "Something happened in the class. Sister Ran, are you free to attend the class?"

Qiao Sheng dared to say such words in his tone.

I thought something happened, so Qin Ran hung up the phone and threw the pen on the table, "If you have something to do in the class, I'll go back first."

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

That money is from Cheng Jun. Even if it is a nail clipper, it is a price that others can't imagine.

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Qin Ran took a baseball cap and buckled it on her head, and walked towards Class 9.

Class 9 was very quiet, especially after Qiao Sheng made the phone call, the others didn't even dare to speak out.

The back door was slowly pushed open.

Class 9 was very self-disciplined some time ago, but there were also people discussing the topic in a low voice. Now I can hear a needle falling down quietly.

Qin Ran raised her eyebrows and walked inside.

Xu Yaoguang sat in the penultimate position behind and looked up at her.

Qiao Sheng and He Wen were both standing on Lin Siran's side.

Qin Ran walked through another group before seeing the success of Lin Siran.

Her books were scattered all over the floor, with clear footprints on several foreign documents, and some were torn apart due to excessive inertia.

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

The air in the class almost condensed, as if it was a balloon that reached its limit. As long as someone moved a little, they could explode with a "bang".

Everyone else's heads were buried in the book.

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

Just when the others were frightened, a low chuck suddenly sounded in the classroom, without any pleasure.

Qiao Sheng and the others couldn't help looking at Qin Ran, but saw her dark eyes and slightly dyed whites of her eyes.

Even smiling seems extremely dangerous.

"Lin Siran, tell me." Qin Ran leaned to the side, her tone was light and she couldn't hear her joy or anger, and there was still a hint of laziness in her words and actions.

Lin Siran closed the book and explained everything he knew clearly.

"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 very simple for him to deal with this matter.

"No," Qin Ran refused. She reached out and took out her cell phone, dialed out casually, "Do you have twenty people?"

I don't know what was answered there.

Qin Ran nodded and hung up the phone directly.

He didn't say anything, didn't pack up the book, leaned against the side, lowered his eyes, and turned his cell phone in his hand.

In less than five minutes, Wei Zihang came to his face coldly.

Everyone in Class 9 had heard of Wei Zihang's legend and felt even more nervous.

Wei Zihang was still holding a cigarette in his mouth. With a glance, he saw Qin Ran’s desk and smiled evilly: “I’m so brave.”

"This." Qin Ran raised her chin and pointed at Meng Xinran's position.

Wei Zihang didn't say anything, but lifted Meng Xinran's desk into the corridor.

The people from Class 9 don’t know what Qin Ran is going to do.

Qiao Sheng glanced at Wei Zihang, afraid that Qin Ran would start to alarm the school, so he followed Qin Ran out, "Sister Ran, what are you doing now?"

The others looked at each other and went out.

When I went out, I saw Qin Ran leaning against the corridor, tilting her head, her eyebrows and eyes slightly slanted, and it was still the teenager's contempt.

She was slowly throwing Meng Xinran's books down from the fifth floor.

And downstairs, in order to avoid hitting people, twenty people cleared a piece of open space.

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After all, Mr. Ran is Mr. Ran~

The xx event ends at 24:00 pm. Finally, I’ll ask for a ticket, babies!
Chapter completed!