"He's fine." Qin Ran replied slowly.

"How is that possible?" The director didn't believe it. How long has it been?

When he arrived at the third floor, Qin Ran stopped in front of Qin Xiuchen's door and kicked the door.

"Xiaoling's legs are not healed yet, I have the key..." Qin Xiuchen's agent took a step forward.

He just took out the key and the door opened.

Qin Ling was holding a game console in his hand and looked at Qin Ran and others. His long curly eyelashes flashed: "Sister, uncle, you are back."

Then he took two steps to the side and let them in.

Qin Ran didn't go in. She just leaned against the door, wrapped her hands around her chest, looked at the director, and had a casual smile on her lips: "Look, he's fine."

No! He is not well!

The director looked at Qin Ling.

The other party's legs are very neat...

Walking very quickly...

But a few days ago, his legs were swollen and the program team saw it.

I checked with the doctor in the group and said that it would take at least four or five days to recuperate before I could get off the ground.

It's only been two days...

Why are you doing this?!

The director looked at Qin Ling's feet and wanted to see a hole.

"You'll leave this afternoon?" Qin Xiuchen looked at Qin Ran.

Qin Ran’s slender and fair fingers accidentally knocked on the thermos cup. After thinking about it, she replied, “No, I left at 7 o’clock the day after tomorrow. I live in a yard at the entrance of the town. You can come to me after recording the program.”

Qin Xiuchen knew that Qin Ran seemed to be someone here, so he didn't delve into it, but just nodded slightly, "Okay."

Qin Ran went back to her room to clean up her things.

The director here stayed at Qin Xiuchen and didn't leave.

After Qin Xiuchen's agent closed the door, he looked at Qin Xiuchen faintly: "Why is your nephew's feet so fast?"

The agent didn't believe it and went to check Qin Ling's feet. He had a little swollen ankle last night. All of them disappeared now. It was not obvious that he had been injured before.

"What did you do today?" the agent asked Qin Ling incredibly.

Qin Xiuchen walked directly to the table, picked up a white one on the table, lowered his eyelashes, and glanced slightly over the whine-clad agent and director, without saying a word.

He remembered that this was the medicine Qin Ran gave to Qin Ling yesterday afternoon...

**

Jingwen's room.

Jingwen's cousin sat on the chair, leaning against the back of the chair, with a computer on her knees, looking a little stunned.

With a "click", Jingwen opened the door and came in with her agent. "I didn't expect Xiao Ranran to leave the program team so soon. I also want to finish work early tomorrow."

She lowered her head and flipped over her phone.

After learning the news from the director, Jingwen went to Qin Ran to say goodbye and added WeChat.

"She is not an insider and has no Weibo," Jingwen was a little regretful, "Otherwise she could have fans of each other."

"She has a Weibo post," Jingwen's cousin spoke, and suddenly reacted again and sat upright, "She won't continue recording?"

Jingwen nodded, "Yes, Xiaoling's feet are ready..."

Before she finished speaking, her cousin went out with a gust of wind and brought it to the door with a "bang".

"It's really strange..." Jingwen looked at the computer that was placed on the table by her cousin. It was the Jiuzhouyou game page.

It shows a person's homepage.

Area 1.

The winning rate is 100%.

qr.

Jingwen narrowed her eyes, "Isn't this Xiao Ranran's account just now? How did he find it?"

**

Here, Qin Ran has packed up her things.

There were not many things in her room, just one bag, and the other clothes were sent by Cheng Mu later. Most of them had not been worn. She put away what she had worn and left the things she had not worn to Tian Xiaoxiao.

Tian Xiaoxiao and her agent helped her collect things, and then sent her downstairs with Qin Xiuchen Yanxi and others.

There were fans outside, but Qin Ran didn't ask them to send them out.

Stopped at the hotel door.

As soon as she left the house, Jingwen's cousin ran down from the upper floor "dial" and said, "Wait!"

Qin Ran threw her backpack behind her, stood there, and raised her eyes.

Jingwen's cousin chased her outside, panting, and caught up with Qin Ran: "You are the OST that the Magic City played in the OST team last year, qr? That QR on Weibo? I see your hand speed and your playing style are exactly the same as her!"

He was a question, but his tone was quite certain.

"No, I'm not." Qin Ran took a step to the side and spoke coldly.

Jingwen's cousin is a straight man, "You are! You are!"

The single-row record of twenty stars in the first zone is not found.

There is also the battle record of just eight minutes. Her violent technique is almost the same as in the original field. Even if she is not a fan of OST, she has watched the game in the Magic City over and over again. How could Jingwen's cousin not recognize it?

The sound is loud.

Qin Ran put on the black headphones on her hand, cold and expressionless: "If I say no, then no."

Before leaving, he glanced at him, "Don't follow me, be careful to beat you."

She pinched her wrist.

"You beat me up too, you are, you are." Jingwen's cousin followed her and continued to walk forward.

After walking for two minutes.

When he arrived at the intersection, Qin Ran took out the baseball cap and buckled it on her head.

Cheng Mu, who was waiting at the intersection, had a quick ear. After hearing this, he immediately walked over, grabbed Jingwen's cousin's hands with his left hand and covered Jingwen's cousin's mouth with his right hand, "Miss Qin, you go."

When Qin Ran entered the small building, there was no sign of people.

Cheng Mu let go of his hand and looked at Jingwen's cousin with a wooden face, "You are too noisy, it turns out to be no."

After seeing off Jingwen's cousin, Cheng Mu returned to the hut and heard Qin Ran say that Qin Ling's feet were ready and she didn't need to continue recording.

Cheng Mucai was in a daze, feeling that he seemed to have discovered the truth about Cheng Jun's threatening Gu Xichi...

**

Small building.

Cheng Jun sat on the stone table and flipped through a book, slowly flipping through a page of paper with one hand and holding a tea cup with the other.

There was another cup of tea opposite him.

Qin Ran threw her backpack on the table, sat opposite him, picked up the teacup placed on the table and took a sip.

Cheng Jun didn't raise his head, and asked calmly: "Don't you continue playing?"

"No." Qin Ran put down the teacup and supported her chin with her fingers.

Cheng Jun put down his book, sat opposite him and looked down for a while, pointing at the table, "Is it because he met his former fans?"

"You've been to the scene?" Qin Ran raised her eyes and raised her eyebrows slightly. She couldn't tell that she was too emotional. She only looked at him with beautiful almond eyes.

"I asked Jiang Dongye to transcribe the split screen..." Cheng Jun coughed and spoke vaguely.

Then look at the sky.

Qin Ran looked at him for a few seconds and raised her eyebrows slightly: "Why are you transcribing the split screen?"

Cheng Jun couldn't help laughing. He lowered his eyes, and his dark and beautiful eyes were slightly bent, serious and gentle, but he spoke helplessly: "Do you like your uncle?"

Otherwise, I wouldn't have been recording the show for him.

"It's okay," Qin Ran reached out and knocked on the table, her eyebrows were careless, "He is very good to Xiaoling."

"I understand." Cheng Jun nodded slightly, thinking about something.

Qin Ran reached out and flipped through her cell phone. Jiang Dongye sent her a message on WeChat.

【Are you in Shancheng, City C?】

Qin Ran was lazy and reached out and knocked over "Yes".
To be continued...