Sharing the Dorm with the Enemy from Previous Life

At half past six in the morning, Fu Songhua and two roommates ran to the first floor and knocked on the monitor's dormitory door.

Just knocked twice, the door opened quickly.

Qin Yuan was neatly dressed and appeared at the door with a schoolbag on his back, but the door was opened very narrowly: "Come."

Fu Songhua's eyes were sharp, and he saw someone on the other bed in the room, and exclaimed, "Who am I relying on?"

Qin Yuan closed the door with his backhand and walked forward lightly: "New roommate, moved in yesterday."

Fu Songhua's voice changed in shock: "Who is this? It's not a dormitory upstairs, why do you live here?"

Qin Yuan's voice could not hear the emotion: "His legs and feet are inconvenient."

Fu Songhua's mouth suddenly opened wide: "Ah ah ah ah, is that the lame man from class 9??"

…

Today is the first day of the second year of senior high school, and the examination will take a whole day. No one dares to be late, let alone empty stomach.

Early in the morning, there were already many people in the cafeteria.

Approaching, but the eyes are sneaking to this side.

Fu Songhua stuffed the meat buns into his mouth: "Boss, you have been bad for eight lifetimes, why did you put him on the table, or I'll change dormitories with you?"

Qin Yuan drank soy milk slowly and slowly tore open a small package of pastry: "No."

Fu Songhua saw the snack in front of Qin Yuan at a glance, and reached out to grab it: "Hey, what are you eating? Hawthorn cake? Give me one."

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Fu Songhua glanced at him in surprise and stopped talking.

Damn it, it's just a little snack, and it's scum. The boss invites hundreds of guests at every turn, so how could it be like this!

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He looked left and right, and whispered mysteriously: "It's best not to provoke that person. I heard a gossip yesterday, so scary."

Fu Songhua glared at him: "If you have something to say, say something and let it go. Don't be like a bastard, half talk and half hide."

The boy muttered in a low voice: "I also heard from Class 9 in private that there is a reason for Liu Jun and the others to bully him."

Qin Yuan raised his head slightly and looked at him.

The boy was anxious: "Really, Liu Jun and the others didn't know where they heard it. They said that his mother was a masseuse and his father was a murderer."

Qin Yuan, who had been silent for a long time, said coldly.

The boy opposite looked at his back and asked Fu Songhua in confusion: "The boss went to buy breakfast again? He eats a lot, is he not full?"

…

The alarm of the mobile phone rang continuously, Ruan Qingmu groaned softly, and finally stretched out her hand from her sleep to turn off the alarm.

Ruan Qingmu rolled over on the bed and opened her eyes in pain.

In the past life, I lived in a dashing and unrestrained way, singing and singing every night, day by day, and sleeping until the end of the day. Inexplicable constraints?

Thinking about the practice of martial arts in the past life, he has always been thorough and progressed rapidly, where did he suffer such hardships? …

In the past, their Demon Sect restrained their subordinates, and they were not so harsh!

Turn her head to look at the bed next door, it was already empty, the Xia Liang quilt was the same as last night, folded like a piece of dried tofu, neat and rigorous.

I was in a daze, the door was knocked, the sound was very soft and cautious.

Ruan Qingmu hummed bitterly: "Who?"

Is there a special dormitory responsible for urging people to attend classes?

A boy's voice was very weak across the door: "It's me, Fang Li. Are you up yet?"

Ruan Qingmu was stunned for a while, then quickly climbed out of the bed, jumping to open the door: "Is it you?"

Fang Li was also wearing a school uniform, fresh and cool, with gentle eyebrows: "I heard them say last night that you were assigned to the first floor."

He raised his hand, and a plastic bag contained two steamed buns, a tea egg, a fried dough stick, and a bag of soy milk.

"The cafeteria is a bit far, your legs are inconvenient, I've finished eating, I'll bring you some." Fang Li was a little embarrassed, "I don't know what you like to eat, so just bring a little bit of everything. ."

Ruan Qingmu's eyes lit up: "Great, come in, I'm too lazy to move."

No one was waiting on her lips, and she had to jump to the cafeteria with crutches, so she would rather be hungry.

Fang Li carefully looked at the room, a little nervous: "Ah... Is it easy to go in?"

This is Mr. Qin's dormitory!

Ruan Qing Muqi said: "What's the inconvenience? There is no woman hiding."

Fang Li blushed, walked in quickly, and put the breakfast on the table: "Then, hurry up and eat, go to the classroom after eating, you will have an exam later."

Ruan Qingmu responded and ran to the bathroom to start washing.

The bathroom is not big, and the area next to the sink is even smaller. There are only two pairs of toothbrushes and a mouthwash cup. Ruan Qingmu looked at the expensive electric toothbrush on the right. Tsk.

When he came out, Fang Li was sitting on the stool next to him, neatly, with his hands on his knees.

Ruan Qingmu sat down, looked up and saw his appearance, and joked casually: "Why are you like a little daughter-in-law, girls can't sit upright like you."

Fang Li lowered his head, his face stiff.

"Hey, thank you so much." Ruan Qingmu didn't notice his expression, grabbed a bun, "Did me go home yesterday, and brought me food today."

Fang Li waved his hand crampedly: "It's easy. By the way, it's not convenient for you to make meals these days, I'll take it for you."

"No need, I can do it." Ruan Qingmu shook her legs, "Actually, if I can walk, the doctor said it's best to rest, it's really not lame."

Fang Li whispered, "Don't you know how scary our cafeteria is at noon? The windows of the Braised Braised Pai and Sixi Balls can crowd people into smoke."

Ruan Qingmu tilted her head and thought about it, it was true.

In my memory, every noon, a group of people in Wuyang and Wuyang ran to the cafeteria like crazy, and every window was full of people.

"Okay, then I'll trouble you for a month." He was also polite, "When I'm better, I'll help you eat for another month!"

Fang Li smiled shyly: "That's good."

He leaned over and pointed at the fried dough sticks: "Eat this first while it's hot, it's cold and greasy and hurts the stomach."

The two were talking when there was a "click" at the door, and the smart door lock was opened.

Qin Yuan was expressionless, carrying a plastic bag from the same cafeteria, and stood at the door.

Fang Li was startled and quickly stood up: "Qin, Qin Yuan, hello!"

His eyes swept across the table in front of the two people lightly, and landed on the full breakfast, as if he was stunned for a moment.

Ruan Qingmu was stunned for a moment, then smiled and beckoned: "Oh, you also call back to eat?"

The boy at the door looked stiff, as if he didn't want to pay attention to him.

It took a long time for him to enter the door coldly, sit alone at his table, and sit down slowly.

Then, one bite at a time, began to eat that breakfast.

I don't know why, it seems to be very slow and difficult.

…

Two days before the official start of the second year of high school, there is a thorough examination.

Chinese test in the morning, math plus English in the afternoon, there is no class, and they are still sitting in their original class seats.

When Ruan Qingmu and Fang Li came in, most of them were already seated, some were cramming to read a book, and some were humming and memorizing words, making a lot of noise.

As soon as Ruan Qingmu entered the door, the entire classroom suddenly became silent.

Ruan Qingmu was a little surprised, walked slowly to her seat, and as soon as she sat down, she understood.

No wonder everyone saw him come in, the atmosphere immediately became weird, there was a moth waiting.

On the first day of returning to school yesterday, everyone received new textbooks, and he didn't take it seriously.

But in just one night, seven or eight new textbooks were all rotten.

More than half of the cover and inner pages were torn off, shredded paper was thrown on the table, and an exercise book was spread out, with a few large characters written in red ink, which was shocking.

"Die, lame!"

Fang Li glanced at him, his face was pale, he looked behind him in shock and fear, and sure enough, Liu Jun and a few boys were clasping their arms, looking arrogantly here.

Ruan Qingmu raised her head and looked at Liu Jun: "What did you do?"

Not asking, but affirming.

Several boys immediately laughed exaggeratedly, Liu Jun finished laughing, and then said: "Don't wrong people. Old Jane just taught us yesterday, to be friendly and kind to classmates. How can we would do such a thing?"

book!"

"Hahahaha!" Several boys laughed triumphantly together.

Ruan Qingmu looked at them quietly, nodded, and said nothing.

He suddenly said loudly: "Everyone, please take a look at the class group."

Ruan Qingmu slowly opened the class QQ group and sent a message: "Whoever tore my book, collect clues at a high price."

"Wow—" The class immediately became commotion, how could I still play like this? Big money!

Liu Jun's face was ashen as he watched as another thread popped up in the QQ group.

Ruan Qingmu: "Fifty yuan per real-name clue, I'll keep it confidential, and anonymously 20 yuan."

…

Everyone was watching the QQ group, Liu Jun looked up and couldn't tell who was typing, only to see a bunch of classmates sneaking their heads and playing with their mobile phones.

Ruan Qingmu poked her finger on the phone for a while, and after a while, a picture was posted in the QQ group of Class 9.

All P removed the name, only the content of the chat box is left.

A dozen of them were brushed together, all of them were "Liu Jun", "It's Liu Jun", "Liu Jun and Li Zhiyong tore them up, and they were in the classroom in the morning".

Ruan Qingmu turned around and raised her phone towards Liu Jun: "Hey, grandson?"

Liu Jun's face was ashen, and he looked around threateningly: "Whoever comes out, I will admit it to my face."

The whole class was silent, no one dared to speak.

Bai Jing and Huang Ya in front of them shrank their heads in fear, and quietly stuffed their mobile phones into the desk.

Looking at the silent classroom, Liu Jun sneered with satisfaction, and looked at Ruan Qingmu provocatively: "Anonymous rumors count as evidence?"

Ruan Qingmu raised her head and smiled suddenly.

When he came in, he used to look comfortable, his eyebrows and eyes seemed to be shining, but now he smiled, but there was no warmth, but a strange coldness appeared.

"Who said I want to use it as evidence?" He sighed, "I'm just showing everyone, what is the first to flirt."

The author has something to say: Class 1 Sports Committee Fu Songhua: I don’t know why, in the morning physical education class, our boss seemed to be very bad at playing and ran slower than usual.

I think it's because he eats a little bit for breakfast.