Vol 5 Chapter 144: 144qr, QR (three more)

Chapter 144 144qr, QR (three more)
The game of Kyushu came out for five years.
Qin Wei used to be more impetuous than he is now, and he often took a backpack out of the junior high school for an afternoon in the Internet cafe.
The teacher asked Chen Shulan, and Chen Shulan was not too concerned.
Qin Yun gathered all the land, people, and heaven character cards in the Internet cafe, and then only played in the competitive list.
At that time, games were not popular, and there were few people who played the earliest districts. There was no distinction between countries, and people from any country in a district.
But at that time her ID was not QR, just a Q.
If there are still old players in the first district, you will remember that the name Q has been dominating all arenas since then.
Despise the heroes.
Although Meng Xinran has a fast hand, she has been a substitute in the OST team for a simple reason. Her consciousness, position and understanding of the character card are not deep.
Her proud hand speed was a piece of paper in front of Qin Yue, full of loopholes.
Throughout the nine classes, no one was still talking.
Qin Min stood up with his computer desk in his hand, and the other held the mouse and closed the game page.
Turn around.
A row of people stood behind them, all deadlocked.
Qin Min narrowed his eyes slightly, "Jean, hurry to write homework."
After thinking about it, I said very politely, "Thank you."
The crowd stiffened to make way.
Qin Hui returned to his seat, felt a sugar from the table, and stared down, wondering what he was thinking.
Peel open and bite into your mouth.
There was no noise at all.
Qin Yue leaned on Erlang's legs, and when he was holding the pen, he felt slightly better, and continued to lower his head, practicing the characters in a hurry.
Qin Yue's terror is no more clear than Meng Xinran, who competed with Qin Yue.
At the beginning of the competition, she had almost no time to react, and it was clear that Qin Yun's hand speed was not fast, but Meng Xinran was crushed from beginning to end.
Even though she was as proud as Meng Xinran, she had to admit that she could not find Qin Yue's loophole at all.
But why is Qin Yun so powerful?
Extreme Twenty Stars?
Why has she never seen the QR ID in a national costume?
There was an inexplicable familiarity in mind.
Meng Xinran put aside this desire to fight
She looked up at Qin Yuan's direction, the other party was still slow to practice the word, as if moving.
Meng Xinran had a hard time accepting that her face was so dark that she had lost to an unknown person. She turned silently and left Class Nine.
My fingertips rested on my palm.
The squad leader turned around and wanted to keep up with Meng Xinran.
But they were stopped by He Wen. Qiao Sheng leaned against the poster in the back of the classroom, hands around his chest, and raised his eyebrows at the squad leader. "Did you forget something?"
What is said is naturally something called Dad.
The faces of the people changed.
At first they thought that Meng Xinran would never lose, so they made a bet.
Who knows that there will be a Qin Yuan?
A group of people looked at each other, then lowered their heads, and said reluctantly, and called "Dad" without going up to class nine.
Trottered to catch up with Meng Xinran.
"That Qin Yun is so good ..." one said.
The squad leader glanced at him immediately.
The man immediately changed his mouth: "That Qin Yue is better at consciousness and position than you, but this one can be practiced, but she can't practice her hand speed, and her hand speed is bruised.

At this time, Class Nine.
After leaving a group of people, they fell silent again, and everyone looked at each other.
He Wenqing cleared his throat and forced his eyes back from Qin Yun, "Lin Siran, your account is ..."
Lin Siran opened a chair casually and sat down very patiently: "He trained me."
Xu Yaoguang also looked at Qin Yue's back. His eyes were always cold, and he was squinting slightly at this moment, as if he could see the light.
He leaned sideways on the table and looked at Lin Siran: "She also gave you the three aces."
"Ah?" Lin Si looked up blankly, pretending to be innocent.
Just now Qin Yue did not open her card page, Lin Siran naturally knew what she meant.
Xu Yaoguang leaned aside, his thin lips clenched, his eyes darkened.
He looked at Lin Siran for a long while, then glanced back silently.
Sitting silently back in his seat.
Others reacted at this time.
"So," the eighth class of physics class who knew what they had missed at this time tried hard to take a spit. He stared blankly at Lin Siran. "Did you let my sister-in-law play the arena for me last time?"
Lin Siran leaned on the table, taking it for granted, "Nonsense, when will I be kidding you?"
He Wen, who had also refused Qin Yue, looked up and was incredulous. "I have her now to help me play games, is it too late?"
Lin Siran lifted his chin towards Qin Yun, "Go find her yourself."
He Wen and the eight physics class representatives couldn't help but look at Qin Yun's direction.
The other half was lying on the table, holding a lollipop in his mouth, holding a pen, and seemed to be practicing calligraphy seriously.
In short, no matter what she was doing, her back was not easy to mess with.
"Dare to ask, Lin Siran, sister Lin, starting today, you are also my sister," He Wen and others looked at Lin Siran seriously. "Can you lend me your number to play."
Three cards ...

People in the class must be more curious about Qin Yun than Lin Siran.
But Qin Yan wore headphones and practiced writing on the wall halfway. It seemed very good, but ... In short, due to various reasons, no one in Class Nine dared to mess with Qin Boss.
Lin Siran was annoyed by these people all night and easily returned to her seat. She put her chin on her hand and looked over Qin Yuan.
Qin Yue held the pen and wrote more slowly than before.
"Well, isn't your grass going to wither?" Suddenly remembered something, Lin Siran straightened up, and his spirit was shocked.
Qin Yue coughed, and then pulled the red rope between his neck.
The grass in the glass bottle was indeed stingy and a little yellow.
This thing is time-bound, and adding water is not enough.
She put it back again and continued to practice her words. She said, "It's fine, it's fine."
"Tomorrow may not arrive, the day after tomorrow, I will send you a new grass the day after tomorrow." Lin Siran took out a piece of paper, took another pen, and drew on the paper for a while.
She bit her pen.
After a long while, the time was set.
Qin Yue tilted Erlang's legs, didn't pay much attention, just a little sleepy "En".
Behind.
There is physical information on Xu Yaoguang's table. A very thick one. After turning a few pages and doing a physical problem, he was a little impetuous.
Dropped the pen.
Leaned back against the chair.
Later, Qiao Sheng is discussing with others about today's game.
Xu Yaoguang's eyes narrowed for a moment, then he turned and glanced at Qiao Sheng, "Qiao Sheng, I don't think you are surprised by Qin Yue's performance today?"
"I've all seen Lin Siran's three cards, what's the point of sister-in-law." Qiao lowered his pen and whispered.
Xu Yaoguang pursed his lips. There was something wrong with his intuition, but it couldn't be said.
He turned his head.
Take out a brand new draft paper.
Wrote three words with a neutral pen.
The first line-QR.
The second line-Q.
He stared at these two lines for a long while, and finally murmured, "It's a word ..."
"What?" The same table next to him turned his head.
Xu Shaoguang shook his head. "Nothing."
He reached out, crumpled the paper, and threw it back.
It happened to be thrown into the trash can.

The next day, in the morning.
Qin Yue did not go to the cafeteria to eat, but went to the school medical office.
Lu Zhaoying sat drowsy in his office chair.
Qin Yue knew that he must have cultivated a fairy and played a game again, and went directly over him to find Cheng Ye.
Cheng Ye was leaning on the sofa and reading a book. When she saw her coming, she yawned lazily. She didn't seem to sleep well. There was a slight nasal sound in her voice.
"I'm not in a hurry," except for the physics teacher, the other teachers were very forgiving to her. Qin Yue sat opposite him, holding his hands on the side of the sofa. "Will you make a specimen?"
"What type?" Cheng Yan raised his eyes, pulled the blanket on his body, and set it aside.
Qin Min took out the grass Lin Siran gave her from the line.
Almost there, I guess I can't support today.
She seemed to have brought her back from Cheng Yi last time.
So is the white coat outside.
The sweater was black and relaxed. Her fingers pulled the glass vial around the red thread, and her collar moved, just to see the collarbone that was covered up before.
The clothes were too loose, and the collarbone became thinner.
The contrast between black and white is also sharp.
Cold and tender.
Looking down uncontrollably.
Cheng Yan looked up.
Qin Yan pulled it off and handed it to Cheng Yan, "Look at it."
Cheng Ye gave a careless "En" sound, took a look at it, his voice was low, "Almost, let Cheng Mu bring something back later, just two days later."
Qin Yue held her chin and tilted her head to look at Cheng Yan.
She admired two kinds of people throughout her life. One was a researcher who kept her salary of 3,000 yuan but was still dedicated to this profession.
The second is people who can be patient no matter what they do.
She can't, it's not something she's interested in, she can't sit still, and she's fine now.
She used to scourge with Pan Mingyue.
Probably their primary school teacher did not expect that she and Pan Mingyue, the penultimate and the penultimate, will one day become the dark horses of Hengchuan No.1 Middle School.
Cheng Mu soon returned from the outside and brought breakfast.
Qin Yue was sitting on a chair, leaning on the back of the chair, holding a spoon and drinking porridge in one hand, and sending a message to Changning with a mobile phone in one hand-
[Is there a list recently? 】
It's rare to see Qin Yun so motivated. Chang Ning was afraid that she would regret it, and sent out a two-page list in one second.
Qin Yue opened the big picture and turned it around.
Cheng Mu took her a glass of milk and saw Qin Yue facing a pile of Martian text.
He was curious, "Ms. Qin, what is this?"
"The Sherlock Holmes code." Qin Yue took a sip of porridge, and nonsense.
This is a special translation code of 129, which can only be understood by people who have memorized the code.
Qin Yue is not afraid of Cheng Mu's recognition.
Cheng Mu glanced at Qin Yue quietly.
After finishing two pages of paper, Qin Yue did not find the list he wanted, deleted it directly, and returned a sentence again
[Anything else? 】
Chang Ning didn't say a word, and played a voice call directly.
His remark Qin Yue wrote a "c", not afraid that someone would recognize it.
Qin Qian hung up without expression, but did not answer.
Lu Zhaoying yawned over and saw Qin Yun, his hand covering his mouth paused, and yawned halfway and paused.
Think of Qin Yue knowing Yang Fei.
He wanted to grab Qin Yue and ask him carefully, but Cheng Ye was there, he didn't dare.
After having breakfast, Qin Wei returned to class nine.
Cheng Ye also returned, half lying on the sofa and let Cheng Mu buy something.
Grandpa is more interested.
From elementary school to the present, there have been nearly a hundred occupations changed.
Cheng Mu turned and left, and Yu Guang saw the glass bottle in Cheng Ye's hand and paused. "Yiye, this is ..."
Cheng Yi shook his hand and blocked Cheng Mu's eyes directly.
He looked at Cheng Mu with no expression, slowly speaking: "What are you looking at?"
Cheng Mu: "..."
Oh, yes, Miss Qin.

On this side, Qin Yue has arrived in the ninth class.
Class 9 is still lively.
A group of people surrounded He Wen, watching He Wen playing games, He Wen used Lin Siran's number.
If Li Airong passed by at this time, she must frown again, and feel that the atmosphere of class 9 is not enough.
Qiao Sheng was lying on the table, his mobile phone displayed a Weibo page. After looking at it for a long time, he looked at Qin Yue ’s direction, and then sent a circle of friends on WeChat—
[Never take me to play, sour. 】
With pictures, lemon essence.
After posting, it suddenly rose by a dozen likes and comments.
Qiao Sheng was too lazy to turn around and returned to the Weibo interface.
He sat sideways on his seat, with his long legs in the aisle, his head resting on one hand.
Xu Yaoguang took another set of papers from the physics teacher.
Send it to Qin Yun, Qin Yun was lying on the table, took out a school uniform that had not been worn for a long time, covered his head, faintly, and the headphone cable leaked out, I do not know whether it was sleeping.
Her phone is on the table.
Someone seemed to send her a video, it kept on, and she didn't care.
Everyone around him automatically moved one meter away from her.
Xu Yaoguang paused. If in the past, he would definitely put Qin Jun's paper on her head. He has always been a person who does not care about other people's ideas.
Qiao Sheng was right. The only thing he was hesitant about at this school was Qin language.
With his eyes down, he thought for a while and put two papers on Lin Siran's table.
After posting the papers, he returned to his seat. Qiao Sheng was still watching Weibo.
Xu Yaoguang casually opened his stool, glanced casually, and tightened his hands on the stool.
He pumped directly at Joe's phone.
Qiao Sheng still stopped on the Weibo page.
Above is the @qr Weibo posted by Yang Feifa.

Many stories can be developed only by the capital city, I am so uncomfortable babies ...
After you vote, sleep again, good night ~
(End of this chapter)