319 Beijing University's School Hunk, Brother Song

Qin Ran held a white computer in her hand.

It was thin, light, and extremely beautiful.

The shape of a poppy flower was printed obviously on the computer cover.

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It was just that the Yunguang Consortium only released this to a small group of people. Since it wasn’t yet released to the general public, not many people knew this logo.

Neither Yang Yi nor Nan Huiyao mixed in the IT circle and naturally didn’t recognize the Yunguang Consortium’s IT trademark. They could only praise its appearance.

It indeed looked good.

Even Yang Yi, who wasn’t very girly, felt excited by it.

Unlike them, Leng Peishan was very interested in the Yunguang Consortium and recognized this logo. Her nonchalant expression finally changed.

When did the Yunguang Consortium release computers?!

It was fake, right?!

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Casually opening the computer, Qin Ran automatically turned it on. The blue screen displayed as usual, and then a machine voice sounded—

[Please perform pupil authentication!]

After authentication, it automatically powered on in less than two seconds.

It was incredibly smooth, and its performance speed was evident.

When the pupil authentication was performed, Leng Peishan sat back on her chair in a daze.

The pupil authentication artificial intelligence system was the Yunguang Consortium’s unique technology.

Leng Peishan sat back down, rather agitated.

“It’s so high-tech.” Nan Huiyao dragged her chair over to Qin Ran’s side, looking very excited. “Where did you buy it, is there a link? I want to buy one too.”

“You want it?” Qin Ran casually put the computer on the table. She bit her straw and said, “There’s no link, but I can help you contact the person if you want it.”

“How much is it?” Coming from an ordinary family, she got into Beijing University and received bonuses from the school and her city. On top of that, her parents and relatives also gave her a lot of money.

After coming to college, she had always planned to find a part-time job for herself. She was also a “little rich woman” and wasn’t short of money.

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“3,000 yuan.” Qin Ran thought for a while and reported a number.

Nan Huiyao’s eyes widened. “3,000?!”

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Qin Ran replied to her, then opened Nan Huiyao’s profile and very comfortably accepted their money.

After receiving it, she clicked on the profile called “neighbor”—

[Transfer of 2,000 yuan]

[Transfer of 2,000 yuan]

Two minutes later—

[The transfer has been received.]

[The transfer has been received.]

[?]

The neighbor sent a question mark very coldly.