This toilet is at the end of the passage, the entire passage is very long, with only a yellow light on.

It was quiet and even the slight sound of water could be heard almost.

The lights are a little dim, but you can see the figure clearly.

As a hard-core fan of Yang Fei, how could Qiao Sheng not know Yang Fei?

Especially when he didn't change his clothes, he still had the same OST uniform.

And opposite him-

The girl lowered her head slightly, leaned against the wall lazily, and wrapped her hands around her chest. Her posture was a bit careless and cynical casual.

The cap was still on top of her head, with the brim pressing down low. She couldn't see her eyes at this angle, but she could only see her white jaw.

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

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

The two of them seemed to be thinking about things, but did not notice that someone would come to this remote toilet.

Qiao Sheng heard his very erratic voice: "Ran...Sister Ran."

The sound suddenly appeared.

Yang Fei raised his delicate eyebrows slightly, and he turned sideways, looking at Qiao Sheng's direction, and seeing the person frowning, he looked at Qin Ran again as if he was asking.

Qin Ran turned her head and looked at Qiao Sheng with a calm look.

He raised his chin again and signaled him to stay where he was.

"I won't see you for the time being," Qin Ran stood up straight, "No one wants to see you."

Yang Fei nodded. Although he was disappointed, he didn't say anything because of Qiao Sheng's appearance, "Then you go back first."

As he said that, he glanced at Qiao Sheng and nodded, "Hello, I am Yang Fei."

Qiao Sheng didn't react.

Yang Fei went to the toilet.

Qin Ran took two steps forward. She raised her hand slightly, took off Qiao Sheng's hat, and knocked on his head, "You can wake up, boy."

Qiao Sheng looked at her faintly.

I opened my mouth and just brewed a lot of words.

Qin Ran threw the hat at him, walked out with one hand in his pocket, interrupting him, a little cynically and casual: "You are allowed to ask three questions."

After holding back his words, Qiao Sheng put on the hat and chased after him. "You are all 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 asked a mentally retarded question, "Of course, next."

"Just..." Qiao Sheng was used to being despised. He followed Qin Ran's pace and turned his head again, "The female contestant Yang Fei just mentioned on the stage is you, not Meng Xinran, right?"

"Yeah." Qin Ran did not hide at all. She nodded generously, "The last one."

Asked the last question, Qiao Sheng slowed down.

Qin Ran looked at him sideways and raised her eyebrows: "You said."

"That's..." Qiao Sheng pursed his lips, and the whole passage had been gone for half, and the echo was still obvious. He could clearly hear his voice: "Did you create the three magic cards of the OST team?"

Qin Ran paused, she smiled, a little lazy, "Sharp, boy."

Even if you expect it, Qiao Sheng still couldn't come back to his senses.

Anyone can create the character cards in Jiuzhouyou, but only a few can create the magic cards.

Those who can have magic cards are all ace teams from various countries.

Because the divine cards focus on character design and combo arrangement, the most important thing is that the divine cards you create must have traces to follow, and you can find a trace, rather than outlining a character in the void to give him a skill at will.

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

It was not until last night that Qiao Sheng realized that it was created by the first generation of OST players before.

In fact, there are three points among OST fans: Yang Fei’s undefeated myth, OST’s unswerving momentum, and three great cards.

Especially all fans know that the first two points are based on the three great cards.

If they knew that these three magic cards were created by the same one...

That person was still Qin Ran, Qiao Sheng had expected that everyone would definitely be crazy.

"I've finished asking, go back." Qin Ran turned around and continued walking forward.

"Then are you still playing games?" Qiao Sheng continued to chase after him and asked in a low voice, his voice obviously excited, "Will you still be on the same stage with Yangshen?"

"Whatever you do, you'll have to take the college entrance examination." Qin Ran said carelessly, "Besides, my hand speed is not high, and I'm about 200, do you want me to be criticized?"

Qiao Sheng: "..."

**

The two returned to Lu Zhaoying and Xu Yaoguang.

When she went back, Lu Zhaoying was chatting with a fan leader of Yang Fei and took a support hat from her.

They stood beside the passage, and the position was below the passage, Meng Xinran stood there, and three boys beside her stood with their heads raised and their chests raised.

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

It was a little noisy, Qin Ran put on her headphones and put her phone in her jacket pocket.

"Let's go." She held the railing on one side and watched Lu Zhaoying.

The boys from Class 9 took the railings and wanted to wait for Yang Feng, but shook their heads, not planning to leave.

Qiao Sheng put his hand on the railing and smiled unpredictably, "Don't wait, Yang Shen will not go to find Meng Xinran."

A boy paused, then looked up: "Qiao Sheng, I know you are jealous of Meng Xinran, needless to say, I understand."

Lu Zhaoying hesitatedly glanced at Meng Xinran's direction, thought about it, and decided to leave with Qin Ran first.

"This is for you," he handed Qin Ran the support hat he brought from his fans, and pointed to the one on her head, "The one on your head is too old, change to a new one."

"No more," Qin Ran pressed the hat on her head with her hands and spoke very calmly, "I'm nostalgic."

"Okay." Lu Zhaoying didn't care much, so she left the hat.

Xu Yaoguang was not interested in these things.

He didn't wear a support hat, but just took out his cell phone and talked to Qiao Sheng, "The ticket is here, I'll go home first."

The tone was as calm as ever.

Qiao Sheng knew that he was talking about the tickets that Qin Yu sent to him, so he nodded and waved his hand to let him go.

Xu Yaoguang thought about it and said to Lu Zhaoying again.

Lu Zhaoying waved her hand casually.

Qiao Sheng knew about Lu Zhaoying, but the others in Class 9 didn't know about it. Seeing Xu Yaoguang even greeted Lu Zhaoying, he was very curious.

Passing by Qin Ran, his eyes were not squinting.

Qiao Sheng saw this scene and paused: Mr. Xu, do you know that the creator of the magic card in front of you is the one you fan?

**

It was already seven o'clock after I came out.

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

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

Cheng Jun put his hand on the table, half-sided his body, and asked casually: "Do you have any plans to go to the capital in the near future?"

While browsing Weibo, Lu Zhaoying was eating. When she heard this, she had a meal.

He looked up at Cheng Jun in disbelief.

Master Jun, are you crazy?!

When they are still in high school, you blatantly let someone skip classes?!

Cheng Jun raised his head and looked at him.

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

Then he frowned slightly and looked at Qin Ran.

Finally sighed.

"There is indeed something that hasn't been decided yet." Qin Ran was quite irritable when she thought about the ticket Chen Shulan gave her.

She lowered her eyebrows, and the eyebrows were cold and dry. Lu Zhaoying was timid when she saw it and didn't dare to mention this matter.

After dinner, Qin Ran had to continue to go back to Class 9 and said she wanted to study by herself.

On Saturday, Class 9 people came all over, and basically there was no homework to talk about watching the show match today.

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