Without speaking, she picked up a pen with her right hand and wrote a line on the notebook.
Meng Xinran looked down stiffly, staring in shock at her words.
After staying in First Middle School for so long, she had heard many things about Qin Ran.
For example, the rumors that she was left-handed and that her handwriting wasn't very nice…
But now…
She stared at the words on the paper—the strokes were steady and the handwriting stance was without restraint. It was nowhere similar to what she had heard in the rumors.
She stood up abruptly from her chair, her whole body stiff and her blood running cold.
Qin Ran glanced at her and threw the pen on the table. She raised her head and smiled cheerfully. "Sorry, but I'm not left-handed."
This sentence was like thunder blasting through Meng Xinran's mind. She stared at Qin Ran, her eyes turning dark and her body almost collapsing in shock!