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  qr?

  Since it was regarding Qin Xiuchen, he directly clicked on qr’s homepage.

  Ten million fans, but completely blank information.

  But there was a Weibo verification—


  “Team OST’s member, QR”


  He was a little unfamiliar with the name qr, but not QR. He had even created a new account to add friends with QR.

  Qin Ran was a member of Team OST?

  Before he could connect the dots, the manager called again.

  “Have you seen it?” Still in the studio, the manager stood by the window opened by a slit, letting the white smoke drift between his fingers. “That qr is the founder of the God cards.”


  A line of analysis was already posted on Weibo.

  Qin Ran’s username QR was Team OST’s QR.

  According to Yang Fei’s introduction in Shanghai, OST QR was Team OST’s old member.

  Netizens again found the video of last year’s competition in Shanghai with great power.

  In the video, Qin Ran was wearing a black mask, but her temperament couldn’t be suppressed by it. Through the lens, the willingness of her brows and eyes were evident.

  On the QR game page, the 9 God cards thought to be a bug by the game analysis wasn’t actually so, because the founder of the God cards had copied a set for herself, and her nine God cards were superimposed.

  Four years ago, only a few people remembered Yang Fei’s words on how he had won the championship with his teammate’s God cards.

  But now, they easily reached a conclusion.

  QR was Weibo’s qr, the founder of the God cards.

  Film Emperor Qin had no idea what the founder of the God cards was. Upon hearing this, he chuckled, twisted the car key again, and put on his Bluetooth headset. A smile appeared on his usually calm and rigorous face. “Ran Ran has always been very good at games.”


  He sounded a little proud of her.

  He slowly drove the car onto the main road.

  On the other end, the manager reached out to flick away the soot from his cigarette. Hearing Film Emperor Qin’s words, his deep eyes narrowed, and he was silent for a while before he spoke very lightly, “Film Emperor Qin, you might not know, but to create the God cards, the skills, magic moves, and appearance all require programming.”


  It wasn’t an ordinary game that could just create a character by randomly clicking a few things.

  He wouldn’t have been so anxious to tell Qin Xiuchen if it had been someone else.

  But Qin Ran could program……

  The manager knew how vital this was to Qin Xiuchen and the Qin family.

  “Screech—”


  The car came to a sudden stop in the middle of the road.

  In the darkness, Qin Xiuchen slowly raised his head, and his always handsome and indifferent face cracked a little.

  **

  Ting Lan.

  After sending a message to Qin Ling, Qin Ran came out of the shower. She was about to turn on her computer when she suddenly stopped—


  She turned to open the door.

  Cheng Juan was leaning against the door with his hands folded and his white fingertips slowly tapping his arms. Hearing the door open, he lazily turned his head and looked at her, his dark eyes lighting up.

  After a long while, he sighed.

  Qin Ran raised an eyebrow and let him in. “What’s wrong?”


  “Just, can you……” Cheng Juan knew that she never paid attention to the things on the Internet. At most, she played games, registered a Weibo, and never posted a single content for a year.

  Wiping her hair with a towel, Qin Ran stared at him sideways, motioning for him to continue.

  Instead of coming in, Cheng Juan continued leaning on the door frame, his figure long and slender. He looked at her and unhurriedly said, “Can you cover your tracks better.”


  Qin Ran paused.

  She threw her towel aside and picked up her phone from the table.

  Nan Huiyao had called her five times.

  Xing Kai had called her three times.

  Lin Siran had called her 10 times.

  Lu Zhaoying had called her 20 times.

  She pursed her lips.

  Behind, Cheng Juan opened the Weibo post to show her the netizens’ speculations.

  Qin Ran was speechless.

  Blankly pulling out a chair, she turned on her computer, pressed the editor, and typed a string of codes.

  She cackled away on the keyboard irritably.

  Cheng Juan picked up the towel and looked at her, his head aching—


  At this moment, deleting the hot searches and Weibo was practically useless. They already knew what they needed to know.

  Especially……

  Deleting them would only make the doubtful people believe it without hesitation.

  It was exactly like…… someone was covering it up.

  Just that……

  Looking at Qin Ran’s cold and irritable face, Cheng Juan just coughed and said nothing.

  Five minutes later.

  All the netizens watching the show refreshed the page and saw that the Weibo post was “deleted.” All the posts about QR and qr on Weibo had disappeared into thin air.

  Clicking on the Weibo homepage again, the “qr” post had suddenly disappeared from the top of the hot search. Yan Xi’s post which had dropped to second place was pushed up once again.

  Netizens couldn’t find qr anymore.

  About 20 minutes later.

  Among the qr hot searches, a Weibo post—


  CJ: Tsk, she’s angry

  Someone had secretly kept the screenshots and done a comparison proving how the exposed friendly list with all Supreme levels on “24-hours Idol” indeed had CJ ranked first with an arrogant Supreme-level 20-stars.

  They replied to the comments one after another.

  “(Quietly) I got it.”


  “(Shhhh), I understand.”


  “.……”


  Because all the posts about QR on Weibo had disappeared, the production crew, the manager, and the netizens and fans watching the show felt a heartfelt admiration for qr.

  After being hacked outright and having the hot search deleted, Weibo didn’t dare to say a word……

  **

  The next day, at 10 am.

  Qin Ran went to send the book to Qin Ling.

  She drove by herself today. Cheng Juan was held by her at home, and Cheng Mu didn’t dare to drive her.

  Qin Hanqiu opened the door.

  “Ran Ran, aren’t you going to stay for lunch today?” Qin Hanqiu looked at the time. “It’s almost lunchtime.”


  She hadn’t planned on eating here last night.

  Pulling off her scarf coldly, she politely said to him, “Okay.”


  Qin Hanqiu had only casually asked and was stunned for a second or two after hearing her answer. He returned to the kitchen in surprise and started whipping up lunch for her.

  With the heater turned on in the house, Qin Ran reached out to unbutton her coat before directly walking to Qin Ling’s room.

  Qin Ling was sitting in front of the computer, playing games with friends from school.

  Seeing her come in, he sped up and finished the fight, then politely bid farewell to his classmates. Only then did he turn back in surprise, his beautiful eyes lit up. “Sister.”


  Qin Ran casually nodded and then threw the black book in her hand onto his desk.

  “The upgraded book,” she dragged out a chair and sat down, speaking concisely.

  Qin Ling reached out and flipped through it. He originally just wanted to look at it casually, but he couldn’t get out of it after reading the first page. He immediately sat on the bed with the book in his hands.

  Outside, Qin Hanqiu called Qin Xiuchen again to ask if he wanted to come for lunch.

  Qin Xiuchen had a commercial today and couldn’t rush over in time.

  But he lowered his eyes when he heard Qin Ran was there and thought for a moment before agreeing.

  “Your little niece went back?” The manager drove him to Yunjin Community, feeling a little excited.

  Sitting in the back seat, Qin Xiuchen leaned back tiredly, his eyes half-closed, his eyelashes casting a light shadow underneath. Upon hearing this, his eyelashes trembled, and he casually nodded.

  The manager glanced at the rearview mirror. Qin Xiuchen seemed to be asleep, so he reached out to turn off the music and not disturb him.

  20 minutes later, at nearly noon, they arrived at Qin Hanqiu’s house.

  Qin Hanqiu came out happily with a spatula and asked if they had any dishes they wanted to eat. After getting their answers, he happily returned to the kitchen.

  Qin Xiuchen sat on the sofa in silence.

  The manager glanced around and didn’t see Qin Ran anywhere, so he guessed that she was in Qin Ling’s room.

  He reached out to push his glasses and regretfully sat down on the sofa.

  Lowering his head, he clicked on Weibo, trying to suppress his surging mood. “Film Emperor Qin, did your niece angrily delete all the posts on Weibo last night?”


  She was really heavy-handed.

  It was so terrifying that the Weibo officials didn’t even dare to push QR God card’s post. If it weren’t for the screenshots secretly kept on the phones of some netizens, and if not for the nine God cards captured in “24-hours Idol,” everyone would almost believe it was a dream.

  Pursing his lips, Qin Xiuchen poured himself a glass of water and lowered his eyes, still indifferent and silent.

  The manager leaned on the sofa and continued flipping through Weibo.

  He tried to search for news of the God cards but to no avail.

  He exited Weibo regretfully.

  At this moment, he saw a message just updated by a netizen—


  “Ever since last night, why hasn’t anyone paid attention to the Beijing Association? I wonder if they’re still very powerful in maintaining contact with Continent M’s Association and have yet to fall.”