"Oh, for nothing, I can't. I tell you, selling Meng is a crime." Anqin pressed her chest with one hand and made an exaggerated look.

The little girl chuckled, her eyebrows bent, clean and picturesque.

"Well, I'm not kidding you, but you really don't want to sell cute. After all, you're cute." Anqin returned to normal and serious.

"Of course I'm interested. Three good students like you have never been interested in such things." Anqin shook her head and looked sorry.

Ranbai smiled and said nothing.

The original owner's academic performance or conduct is excellent in the school.

Anqin looks around, then gets close to dyed white, lowers her voice, and looks a little dignified,

"It's really a big deal. I don't know who posted the post. In a short time, the number of hits has broken 10000. Later, someone came forward to delete the post. But many people have saved and reproduced it. It's said that this matter has gone to the people above."

Anqin's father is engaged in political work, which is also a bit of an eye and ears.

So Anqin knows something.

"Do you know who sent the post?" ranbai took out his notebook and Chinese book from the class and put them on the clean desktop.

Anqin shook her head. "I don't know this, neither does my father. The poster is a virtual address, which can't be queried at all."

On weekdays, Anqin and the original owner are best friends. They have a very close relationship.

That's why Anqin said this with ranbai.

"Since you don't want people to know, you won't find it." the little girl smiled, and her slightly cold eyebrows and eyes suddenly became soft.

It is probably clear who is the person who posted the post.

"You don't know. The person who posted the post was awesome. The scene was taken clearly, especially where the victim was. Tut, it was almost frightening me." Anqin put her elbow on the desk, supported her side face with one hand and looked at dye white.

"Is it so terrible?" ran Baimei was frivolous, smiled, and a pair of beautiful eyes fell on Anqin, "Anqin classmate."

Anqin pretended to think. For a long time, Anqin said, "in fact, the first feeling for me is not terrible."

Dyed white, a pair of black grape like eyes turned around and blinked, "what's that?"

"Weird." Anqin only said two words and looked very serious.

Indeed, the first feeling for Anqin is that it's weird.

The more you look, the more strange it is. It gives people a creepy feeling without any sound.

Ranbai looked thoughtful. She was thinking solemnly.

Is it weird?

"Since it's weird, you still talk about it." she glanced sideways at Anqin and said faintly in her voice.

An Qin came up to ranbai and obviously gossip, "you haven't seen that picture, of course you don't know. I'm a little scared when I think back now. It's better to say it."

Dyed white: "... Tell me."

Haven't you seen it?

She

No, I haven't seen the picture.

But,

She did this thing. The body was white and slightly stunned.

This reminds her of the man who is clear and bright, noble, handsome and elegant.

What is ranbai's evaluation of Jiang——

The clear and bright moon is like a graceful young master. In fact, it is cold and thin, as sharp as an ancient sword out of its scabbard.

A lonely, noble and dangerous man.

Dyed white and collected the thoughts in her mind, and the light and cold eyes fell on the book.