Sharing the Dorm with the Enemy from Previous Life

After physics class, the second class is chemistry class.

The chaos and freshness of the first day of the shift system was revealed in the first recess.

A group of students finished their first class, and they were like headless flies, scurrying around the corridor excitedly, looking for their next classroom.

Because of the small number of students, the competition class is the only class with the same location. More than half of the more than 30 people left the classroom and went to other classes, and they can continue to stay here to study chemistry In class, there are only a dozen or so left.

At the same time, one after another, new students came over by house number.

In the back row of the classroom, Qin Yuan sat in the seat and looked at Ruan Qingmu coldly: "Can you be serious? I'm talking to you about business."

Ruan Qingmu raised her head, a little surprised: "I've always been serious."

Seeing the thin anger on Qin Yuan's face, he suddenly realized: "Oh, you said that. That's serious talk."

He just slept for half a class, the corners of his eyes were a little red, and his peach eyes were lazy: "I really came to see you."

Lu Lianyi, the art committee member of class 1, was walking in from outside the classroom with a high ponytail and brisk steps, holding a chemistry textbook. At a glance, I saw the scene in the back row.

The squad leader, who has always been calm and self-controlled, has no emotions and anger, suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the collar of the boy opposite!

Qin Yuan leaned down slightly and looked at Ruan Qingmu coldly. The faces of the two were so close that they could see each other's eyelashes and the same dark and deep pupils.

"Listen to me." Qin Yuan slowly tightened his fingers and clenched Ruan Qingmu's neckline even tighter, "There is no one here to play games with you, so be responsible for yourself. , you should go to the stable class that suits you, understand?"

The students who came to the chemistry competition class looked back in surprise and looked at each other.

Lu Lianyi frowned and bit her lip worriedly.

Ruan Qingmu raised her head, the smile on her face faded.

He stretched out his hand, and lightly placed his cool fingers on Qin Yuan's wrist.

"Do you know that you are annoying?" He met Qin Yuan's gaze, and his peach blossom eyes narrowed, "It's always like this, right or wrong, black and white, good or bad, it's all you One person has the final say."

Qin Yuan looked at him coldly, with sharp eyebrows: "Always?"

Ruan Qingmu was silent for a while, then suddenly sneered.

This person probably drank a lot of Meng Po soup on the Naihe Bridge.

I forgot everything, my past life, and the past.

But he didn't forget that, like in the past, he was not pleasing to the eye all the time.

He pressed Qin Yuan's wrist bone and opened his wrist.

Light, but tough.

…

All afternoon, the two new adjacent tables in the back row did not say a word.

Damn, what kind of horror is it?

In the last row, who is the one sleeping next to Mr. Qin? ?

I was horrified, and there was another person beside me. When he turned his head, he saw Fang Li, just like him, staring blankly at the window.

"What are you doing here?" Fu Songhua glared at him.

Fang Li whispered, "Wait, wait for my classmates to go to dinner..."

Fu Songhua raised his eyebrows: "Wait for that Ruan Qingmu from your class?"

Fang Li lowered his eyebrows and dared not look at him: "Well, his legs are bad, I'll help him cook."

"You're kind." Fu Songhua said "cut", "You're not afraid of being infected when you mix with a neuropathy?"

Fang Li's voice was very low: "No, no... He is very good."

Fu Songhua rolled his eyes, he was handsome in life, and even rolled his eyes, he looked reckless and sunny: "Are you stuttering? Stuttering matches the lame, no wonder you have a good relationship with him."

Fang Li's face turned pale: "No, no..."

Fu Songhua felt a little regretful after finishing speaking, and waved his hand quickly: "Hey, I'm talking nonsense, don't take it seriously! You are kind-hearted and help disabled students. It's the little angel who came here."

Fang Li blushed and pursed her lips.

…

In the third experiment, it is stipulated that the students who live on campus must come to the evening self-study. Usually, the teacher on duty will come to supervise regularly. Today is the first day of the shift system. The evening self-study is the same as the afternoon. Seems a bit sloppy.

I used to study in my own class, but now everyone may have several classes.

Theoretically, there may even be students in different four classes in different classes, and where to go for evening self-study is a new question.

The school originally wanted to study at night in the original class, but was immediately protested by several famous teachers of the competition class, and strongly demanded that they be allowed to be in the small class of the moving class, so that they could add practice to these top students at any time. Do counseling.

Three rounds of grade teaching meetings were held, and finally the plan was finalized: students in competition classes and flight leaders were allowed to go to their respective teaching classes for evening self-study; students in stable classes stayed in the original administration in principle Classes, sign-in and roll call are implemented on both sides.

On the first night, almost all the head teachers were on duty, handing out sign-in forms and holding class meetings to emphasize matters. The classrooms were brightly lit and full of students.

Old Jane from class 9 stood on the podium: "You understand what I just said? In short, don't try to escape, I tell you, I take the sign book on both sides every day to pair names, whoever is on the other side Neither is there, I can see it at a glance."

Below, a bold boy called: "Teacher, don't worry, no one is allowed to stay in the dormitory, and we have nowhere to go."

Old Jane stared at him: "Stop talking nonsense, the Internet cafe at the back of the school, the lover tree in front of the cultural and sports building, where are you missing?"

The following is a bit of a laugh.

Experiment 3 Middle School was originally an old middle school with a long history. It was changed to only the high school department in recent years. Although the campus is not large, there are quite a few famous attractions.

One is a century-old camphor tree on the east side of the campus playground, and the other is an acacia tree downstairs in the west side of the cultural and sports building.

, and racked his brains to bypass a section.

As for the acacia tree, it is even more popular.

The tree canopy is huge and full of vitality. When the acacia flowers bloom in summer, the tree is full of pink, like clouds and clouds. It is not only a favorite spot for girls to take pictures, but also a holy place for boys and girls to confess. It has long been called a lover tree by previous students.

Acacia Acacia, is there a more romantic and better omen than this?

Two trees, one in the east and one in the west, facing each other in this old campus, are large evergreen trees, which can easily grow into a calm and gentle appearance over the years.

Old Jane waited for everyone to finish laughing before speaking again: "Today's class meeting, there is something else. As you know, we said it when we were in the first year of high school, and we will adjust it in a year."

The classroom fell silent.

"I have fully solicited everyone's opinions in the past two days. Most of the class committees expressed their willingness to continue to do it, and the students have no opinions, so this time, I plan to only take out two Position re-election."

He looked around and said solemnly: "The publicity committee of our class went to the liberal arts class this semester and vacated a place. If you are willing, you can speak for yourself later. .in addition-"

He paused: "The position of the sports committee also needs to be re-elected this semester. Of course, Liu Jun did a good job last year and is still eligible to run for election. Other students are also welcome to join us. election."

The lively classroom just now became subtle.

Many people peeked back quietly and looked surprised: Is the class teacher finally going to attack Liu Jun?

To be honest, Liu Jun, a sports committee member, is really not liked by everyone, and he brings a few strong companions together every day.

As a class clerk, I have never seen him serve his classmates by example.

Liu Jun sat on the seat, his face was as red as if someone had slapped him.

Niu Xiaoqing raised her hand first: "Report, I want to run for the publicity committee. I ran for the publicity committee when I first entered school, but I lost to Liu Siyuan. Now she has gone to the liberal arts class. I hope everyone will give me one. Chance!"

Niu Xiaoqing is tall and strong. She is usually like a buddy with boys. A familiar boy immediately called: "Niu Xiaoqing, you can't draw, right? Your art class work is like shit."

Niu Xiaoqing held her head high: "I don't know how to draw, but I have great ideas about design. You can ask someone to help you with the specific painting."

Several boys coaxed and laughed: "Niu Xiaoqing, do you just want to be an official?"

Niu Xiaoqing raised her voice: "I just want to be an official, can't I exercise?!"

Old Jane coughed: "Does anyone want to come out and compete?"

The boys who were booing immediately shut their mouths.

The propaganda committee has to be responsible for publishing the blackboard newspaper. It is also a headache for the hand-copying competition. Whoever does it will suffer.

Besides, no one in class 9 can draw. The art teacher famously said: Class 9 is an artistic black hole. The light of the **** of muse shines on the corridor. The door turned around, and after three passes did not enter, turned around and left!

"Is there really no one running? That's for sure. Congratulations to Niu Xiaoqing for being elected as the new publicity committee member, everyone applauds!"

There was a warm applause below, Ruan Qingmu's face was light, and she also clapped her hands.

Niu Xiaoqing sat down with a blushing face, and Tang Tiantian, the squad leader in front, turned her head happily and gave her a high five.

"The following is the election of the sports committee, who would like to run?" Lao Jian asked with a smile.

This time, the atmosphere below was icy cold.

Suddenly, in the back row of the classroom, Liu Jun raised his hand with a cold face: "I will continue to run for election."

He stood up and gritted his teeth: "In addition, whether I can be elected or not, I promise that I will definitely support the work of the next sports committee, and it will not be a hindrance."

Beside him, several boys looked at him, and the big man at the head raised his hand arrogantly: "Yes, yes, we will support the new sports committee with Liu Jun!"

In the classroom, the other boys shrank their necks.

My mother, is this an election manifesto, obviously a threat?

Speaking like this, who would dare to run for election? Wouldn't that be tossed to death by a few of them in the future, what else is there to do?

Ruan Qingmu turned her face coldly and glanced at Liu Jun.

I was not happy today, but now I look at this silly fork and it is more and more unpleasant to the eye.

Old Jane's face was a little ugly, but she couldn't say anything.

this set.

He nodded: "Okay, welcome Liu Jun's statement. So is there anyone else? Bai Jing?"

Bai Jing swallowed hard and stood up.

Old Jane called him to the office at noon today and talked with him. Bai Jing's sports performance is good, and he is very popular among boys. This time, Lao Jane decided to clean up the class style. , I first thought of him to replace Liu Jun.

Obviously he agreed in the office, but he just heard Liu Jun's threat, and his heart skipped a beat.

"Old, teacher. I don't have the will. Let it be given to other students!"

There was an awkward silence in the classroom, which set off the silent face of Old Jane on the stage.

Many boys were unconvinced and unhappy, but no one dared to stand up.

Liu Jun grinned and raised his hand again: "Teacher, I promise..."

His movements were a bit big, his arms swayed, and he hit the back wall at once, and a crutch was hit by him, and fell to the ground with a "click".

The classroom was already very quiet, but this sudden sound caused many people to look back subconsciously.

In the last row, Ruan Qingmu slowly turned her head, looked at the crutches on the ground, and then looked at Liu Jun.

The fluorescent light was dazzlingly bright, reflecting his porcelain-white face, delicate and cold.

In the silence, his voice was clear and clear: "Are you blind or handicapped? Since your whole body is not good, don't do physical exercise and retire."

Liu Jun blushed: "You!"

"Fuck your mother" almost blurted out, but he was still held back. This is still in the midst of the election campaign, so I can't scold foul language in front of the teacher.

Ruan Qingmu kicked the table impatiently, making a muffled sound.

"I'm running for sports committee." He stood up and said indifferently, "There is no election manifesto, just a sentence."

In the shocked eyes, he raised his face and said with impatience: "The one who bothers him chooses me, the one who bothers me chooses him, it's that simple."

The author has something to say: Please everyone, please do not bring other articles or other characters in the comments for comparison, it is quite embarrassing,

Thank you!

————

Our soft students are going to be officials~~

I really like this chapter today, do you like it~~~~