Ma'am You Have Been Uncovered Chapter 361

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

“He has recovered,” Qin Ran slowly replied.

“How's that possible?” the director asked in disbelief. How long had it been?

On the third floor, Qin Ran stopped in front of Qin Xiuchen's door and kicked it with her foot.

“Xiao Ling's foot hasn't recovered yet. I have the key…” Qin Xiuchen's manager took a step forward.

He took out the key and was about to open the door.

Holding the game console, Qin Ling glanced at them, and his long curly eyelashes shot up. “Sister, Uncle, you're back.”

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

Instead of going in, Qin Ran just leaned on the door with her arms folded. She glanced at the director and casually smiled. “See, he's fine.”

No! He wasn't!

The director stared at Qin Ling.

His foot was extremely nimble…

So were his steps…

But just a few days ago, the production crew had clearly witnessed how swollen his foot had been.

The doctor had confirmed with them that it would take at least four or five days for him to recuperate before going to the filming spot.

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Only two days had passed since then…

Why was he all right now?!

The director almost bore a hole through his foot with his stare.

“Are you leaving this afternoon?” Qin Xiuchen looked at her.

Tapping the thermos cup absent-mindedly with her long and white fingers, Qin Ran replied after thinking about it, “No, I'm leaving at 7 am tomorrow. I'm staying in a courthouse at the town entrance. You guys can come to find me after the show.”

Aware that she had some friends here, Qin Xiuchen didn't delve into it and just slightly nodded. “Okay.”

Qin Ran returned to her room to pack her things.

The director stayed with Qin Xiuchen.

After Qin Xiuchen's manager closed the door, he faintly glanced at him. “How come your nephew's foot healed so quickly?”

In disbelief, the manager had gone to check on his foot. His ankle had been a little swollen last night, but it had all disappeared now without a trace of injury.

“What did you do today?” he asked Qin Ling curiously.

Directly walking to the table, Qin Xiuchen picked up a white bottle on the table and lowered his eyelashes. He swept his gaze over the gaping manager and director silently.

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

In Jing Wen's room.

While sitting on the chair, Jing Wen's cousin leaned back with a computer on his lap, his expression a little startled.

With a “click,” Jing Wen opened the door and came in with her manager. “I didn't expect Little Ran Ran to leave the program group so soon. I still wanted to wrap up filming early tomorrow.”

She looked down at her phone.

After receiving this news from the director, Jing Wen went to Qin Ran to bid farewell and add her on WeChat.

“She's not an insider and doesn't have Weibo.” Jing Wen felt a little regretful. “Otherwise, we could follow each other.”

“She has Weibo.” Jing Wen's cousin suddenly reacted and sat upright. “She's not recording anymore?!”

Jing Wen nodded. “Yes, Xiao Ling's foot is better…”

Before she finished speaking, the cousin went out with a gust of wind, closing the door with a “bang.”

“It's so weird…” Jing Wen looked at the computer placed on the table by her cousin, which showed the Kyushu Tour's page.

A person's homepage was displayed on it.

First District.

The winning rate was 100%.

QR.

Jing Wen squinted. “Isn't this Little Ran Ran's account from just now? How did he manage to find it?”

Qin Ran packed up her things.

She only had a bag in her room and nothing much else. The other clothes that Cheng Mu had sent later on were mostly unused. She kept those she had worn and left the rest for Tian Xiaoxiao.

Tian Xiaoxiao and her manager helped her pack up, then sent her downstairs with Qin Xiuchen, Yan Xi, and the others.

Qin Ran didn't let them go out since fans were squatting outside.

She stopped in front of the hotel.

As soon as she went out, Jing Wen's cousin ran downstairs. “Wait!”

Throwing her backpack behind her shoulders, Qin Ran stood still and looked up.

Jing Wen's cousin chased after her, panting, and finally caught up to her. “Are you the OST QR who played in Shanghai with Team OST last year? The QR on Weibo? Your hand speed style is exactly the same as hers!”

Although he asked interrogatively, his tone sounded very convinced.

“No, I'm not,” Qin Ran stepped aside and coldly replied.

Jing Wen's cousin was a fanboy. “Yes! Yes, you are!”

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No one else was a solo player with 20-stars in the First District.

Her record of just eight minutes in the game just now, combined with her violent tactics, was almost the same as in the original game. Even if he wasn't a fan of Team OST, he had watched the game in Shanghai over again and again, so how could he not recognize it?

His voice was very loud.

Putting on her black earphones, Qin Ran's expression was cold and emotionless. “I already said no.”

Before leaving, she glanced at him. “Don't follow me, I might beat you.”

She squeezed her fist.

“Even so, you're QR. You are.” Jing Wen's cousin followed her and continued moving forward while chattering endlessly.

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He walked for two minutes.

At the intersection, Qin Ran took out her cap and buttoned it on her head.

Cheng Mu, waiting at the intersection, had sensitive ears, and immediately heard this. He walked over, grabbed Jing Wen's cousin's hands with his left hand, and covered his mouth with his right hand. “Miss Qin, go ahead.”

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Qin Ran disappeared into the small building.

Only then did Cheng Mu let go. He glanced at Jing Wen's cousin with a blank face. “You're too noisy. Even if she's really QR, you'll never hear it from her.”

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After sending him away, Cheng Mu returned to the small cabin. He heard from Qin Ran that Qin Ling's foot had recovered, and she didn't need to continue recording.

Cheng Mu fell in a daze and seemed to discover the truth about Cheng Juan threatening Gu Xichi…

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In the small building.

While sitting on the stone table, Cheng Juan flipped through a book with one hand and held a teacup in the other.

Another cup of tea was placed opposite him.

Qin Ran casually threw the backpack on the table, sat across from him, and took a sip of tea.

Without looking up, Cheng Juan calmly asked, “You're not playing anymore?”

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

Cheng Juan put down his book and sat thinking for a moment on the opposite side. He pointed his finger at the table. “Is it because you bumped into a previous fan?”

“You saw?” Qin Ran looked up and raised an eyebrow slightly, but her face was emotionless, and she stared at him with her beautiful almond eyes.

“I told Jiang Dongye to show me the split-screen…” Cheng Juan coughed and vaguely said.

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Then, he looked up at the sky.

Staring at him, Qin Ran raised an eyebrow. “What for?”

Finally, Cheng Juan couldn't help but smile. He lowered his eyes, those dark and beautiful eyes curving slightly. His voice was serious and gentle, but somewhat grudging. “You like your Uncle?”

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Otherwise, she wouldn't have helped him with the show.

“He's okay.” Qin Ran reached out to casually knock on the table. “He treats Xiao Ling very well.”

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“I see.” Cheng Juan slightly nodded, deep in thought.

Reaching out for her phone, Qin Ran flipped through it and saw a WeChat message from Jiang Dongye—

[Are you in the mountain city of City C?]

Lazily, she replied, [Yeah.]

In Beijing, Jiang Dongye suddenly leaped up.

Ignoring the documents piled up on his desk, he pulled his chair, stood up hurriedly, and instructed the assistant, “Prepare the earliest flight to City C.”

Having gone to the laboratory to find Gu Xichi today, Jiang Dongye realized that he hadn't slept for two nights just to push out the experimental medicine for Cheng Juan.

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He had also sent it to City C.

Only one person could make Cheng Juan anxious…

Qin Ran.

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And because Cheng Juan had asked him to show the split-screen, Jiang Dongye walked outside with his phone and called the program director.

“President Jiang, tomorrow's meeting…” The secretary held the itinerary.

Jiang Dongye didn't even look back. “Push it back!”

Glancing at the closed elevator door, the others exchanged glances. President Jiang… What could possibly make him delay the big conference tomorrow?

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In City C's hotel.

In the studio, the assistant director propped his legs and sat humming on the stool.

Someone came in.

It was the director.

“Why do you look like this?” Seeing his dark expression, the assistant director threw a bottle of beer over. “Come on, celebrate. You haven't gone silly from joy, have you?”

The director shook his head.

The assistant director glanced at him and opened a can of beer. “Just because the Film Emperor Qin's niece isn't recording anymore? Actually, it's okay. The material we've obtained these two days is enough for us to shoot to fame. Don't be too greedy. This kind of God… I'm afraid of her in the long run.” He was afraid that one day, she would invite his direct boss.

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Which variety show could invite Qin Xiuchen and Yan Xi at the same time?

Not to mention these two people, just Yan Xi alone… they couldn't afford to invite them in a lifetime!

And Team OST's popularity in the Kyushu Tour…

“No.” The director sighed, full of worry. “I just received the notice that the big boss of the program group will arrive tomorrow morning. Is it because he isn't satisfied with Bai Tiantian's screen time and is coming to ask us to delete Qin Ran's footage?”

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Chapter end