Sharing the Dorm with the Enemy from Previous Life

"What? The new sports committee?" The male PE teacher could hardly believe his ears, looked at the monitor Tang Tiantian, and pointed to the other side, "Just him?"

Today is a rare semi-cloudy day, but the temperature is still hot. The students are standing on the playground. Under the camphor tree, the overwhelming shade covered the whole body.

Seeing the physical education teacher's eyes swept over, he slowly raised his crutches and waved it here, as a matter of course.

Tang Tiantian nodded: "Well, our class just re-elected last night, and the head teacher hasn't had time to tell you."

The physical education teacher's surname is Wu. She is in good health and full of energy. At this moment, her eyes are wide and round: "Then you can't choose one for me—"

He finally swallowed the word "crippled": "Choose someone who is not in good health?"

Of course he has an impression of the students in the class, this Ruan Qingmu never likes sports, sits gloomily on the side all day long few times.

Why did this suddenly become a sports committee, what a joke?

Tang Tiantian turned his head to look at Ruan Qingmu, his face was a little red: "Mr. Wu, he is in good health, and the high jump is superb."

In the boys team, Huang Ya suddenly raised his hand: "Teacher Report, I wrestled with him last night, I lost!"

In the last row of the team, Liu Jun's face was ashen, and several of his bad friends also looked stinky.

A boy sneered in a low voice: "Do you want to be shameless, and flatter the new sports committee so soon?"

Huang Ya blushed and turned her head: "I didn't lie."

It was Li Zhiyong who was hit by Ruan Qingmu's nosebleed last time, and he said "Bah", "With his small body, can a wrench beat you? Stop farting."

Mr. Wu roared loudly: "Shut up for me! No matter how noisy, go to the playground for three laps!"

He looked at Liu Jun and frowned in embarrassment: "Then who will get the sports equipment?"

Usually the sports committee takes people to pick up the equipment, but now the new sports committee is resting in the shade!

Bai Jing gritted his teeth and raised his hand: "Teacher, let's go."

The boys in their dormitory gathered up their courage: "Let's go together."

After a while, Bai Jing and the others came back with a bag of sports equipment, shouting, "Whoever wants it, come and get it!"

Liu Jun sullenly, reached out and picked up a basketball from his net pocket, Li Zhiyong and several others also extended their hands, one by one, and robbed all the basketballs.

The rest of the boys shrank their heads, and no one dared to fight.

Huang Ya took the badminton racket, walked to the side, and whispered in disbelief: "Damn! What virtue."

His roommate quickly pulled him: "Forget it, don't make trouble."

He turned to look at Ruan Qingmu under the shade of the tree, a little worried: "Why do I think the new sports committee we chose is not very reliable, if he is like this in physical education class in the future, what will happen? like?"

I used to have no sense of existence, gloomy and withdrawn, and every time I was bullied like Fang Li, I didn’t dare to resist.

As soon as school starts, her personality suddenly changes, and I feel weird now. Sure enough, it was fun for a while to play with personal responsibility, and then you don't care about it?

Huang Ya poked Bai Jing: "If I knew it earlier, it would be better for you to go up!"

Bai Jing grimaced: "Come on, don't put me on the fire."

On the other side of the playground, class 1 happened to be also a physical education class. A group of girls jokingly surrounded Fu Songhua, the sports committee. The monitor Qin Yuan was bowing his head and quietly helping to distribute equipment.

The boys in class 9 looked a little far away, and they were a little sad.

For comparison, the boys in their class are like a group of sand, and the girls are also lazy, except for a few lively girls who took the initiative to pick up table tennis rackets, and everyone else hid and chatted on the side. Son.

Liu Jun and the others got the basketball, looked at each other, each had one hand, and played dribbling.

"Mr. Wu went to the table tennis hall to instruct." Li Zhiyong whispered impatiently.

Liu Jun winked at a few bad friends, and the circle of dribbling gradually moved towards the camphor tree by the playground.

On the other side of the playground, Qin Yuan handed the last pair of badminton rackets to the two girls, raised his eyes, looked over there, and frowned slightly.

Fu Songhua greeted with a basketball: "Let's go and play!"

Just as she was about to run to the basketball hoop on the other side, Qin Yuan grabbed her arm.

Qin Yuan glanced indifferently somewhere, Fu Songhua glanced at it and scolded: "Fuck, what are Liu Jun's grandchildren doing?"

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Under the shade of the tree, Ruan Qingmu lay down bored. Fang Li hugged his knees and sat quietly beside him.

"What is the sports committee going to do?" Ruan Qing asked mournfully.

Fang Li thought for a while: "I need to call the teacher during class, shout slogans when running, and be responsible for picking up the sports equipment for everyone, and sign it back after class."

“…”

"Also, the final exam will help the physical education teacher to calculate the grades. If you are thirsty and want to drink something in class, you may also buy coke or something for everyone..."

"Oh, I'll go!" Ruan Qingmu was taken aback, "Liu Jun's group of idiots didn't do so much?"

Fang Li looked at him cautiously, behind the big black-rimmed glasses, long eyelashes flickered: "So everyone doesn't like them."

He pointed to the tall man flying all over the field on the other side: "Well, their class 1 sports committee did a super good job. Everyone in their class likes him."

Ruan Qingmu turned sideways, squinted her eyes and looked at it, "Oh": "That stupid big man."

After thinking about it, he asked again: "Then I don't need people to like it, can I stop working?"

Fang Li was in a dilemma, his slightly amber pupils shone: "But the class committee is meant to serve everyone."

Ruan Qingmu made a "cut" sound.

Serving a ghost. He has always been served by others, and when has it been his turn to serve others?

Not far away, Liu Jun and several boys were dribbling the ball and slowly approaching.

Ruan Qingmu closed her eyes in boredom, unaware, Fang Li saw the menacing boys, and sat up nervously.

Li Zhiyong was dribbling the ball on the ground, when he suddenly flicked his wrist, the basketball slammed towards Fang Li.

Fang Li was well prepared and raised his arm in a hurry to block, but the ball was too close and came in a hurry.

Li Zhiyong bared his teeth and pointed at him: "Hey, you, help me pick up a ball."

Ruan Qingmu opened her eyes coldly.

He was about to move when his arm was suddenly grabbed.

Ruan Qingmu sat up halfway, expressionless: "Don't help them pick it up."

Fang Li's face turned pale, looking at the tall and tall boys, he was so frightened that he stood up, ran to the side, picked up the basketball, and sent it carefully.

Liu Jun reached out to take the ball and said with a sneer, "Little girl, give you a chance."

He didn't look at Ruan Qingmu either, leaned closer and threatened in a low voice: "Stay away from him, I won't embarrass you in the future. Otherwise—"

"Otherwise this is your fate."

Fang Li couldn't dodge in time, he cried out in pain, the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose fell to the ground, and his face immediately turned red.

He covered his face silently, the bridge of his nose was sour, and tears flowed involuntarily.

Not far away, several boys in Class 1 who have been paying attention to this place changed their faces.

Although I couldn't hear what was said over there, but looking at Fang Li's appearance, Fu Songhua scolded, and when he moved, he wanted to rush this way.

The boy next to him quickly grabbed him: "Hey, old man, don't meddle in the affairs of the class."

Qin Yuan stood there, sweat dripping down his forehead, blocked by a pair of thick black eyebrows.

On the other side, the boys in class 9 also noticed the situation, all stopped exercising, and looked over in fear.

Under the shade of the tree, Ruan Qingmu slowly stood up. Without grabbing a cane, he jumped on the spot, as if it was a violent machine that had just left the factory and was undergoing the final quality inspection.

He bent down, and when he moved his wrist, the basketball on the ground was in his hands, flexible and light.

I didn't give anyone any time to prepare, and I didn't say anything. I smashed the ball with one hand, and suddenly jumped up with a stride, with a vigorous posture that was as sharp as a drawn sword.

The basketball poured straight down from the air with an arc, hitting Liu Jun's face heavily!

Even from a long distance, everyone watching seemed to hear a faint whistling.

The two stumbled back several steps before they could stabilize.

Liu Jun's whole body was smashed and covered, he stretched out his hand and wiped his nose, and then looked at the blood on his hand: "..."

Ruan Qingmu landed lightly and smiled at Liu Jun, her snow-white teeth and fair skin showed a faint evil spirit: "Come, I will serve my classmates and help you pick up the ball."

Liu Jun finally reacted, wiped a nosebleed indiscriminately, and roared: "I'll be your mother!"

Li Zhiyong, who was beside him, was also screaming with anger, and rushed here with him. But just as he moved, two basketballs came one after another, chasing them fiercely from behind.

One hits the back of Liu Jun's head and the other hits Li Zhiyong's back, smashing the two into another stagger.

The two of them were unprepared and turned their heads to see that several boys from Class 1 were standing behind them, looking at them badly.

"Fuck, what are you doing?" Li Zhiyong shouted loudly.

Fu Songhua folded his arms, shrugged his shoulders, and smiled insincerely: "Oh, sorry, sorry, slippery hands."

Qin Yuan stood beside him, tall and slender standing quietly, the common short-sleeved summer school uniform was taken off, wearing a dark blue sports vest, broad and straight shoulders and neat arms exposed came out.

He ignored Li Zhiyong, his phoenix eyes were sharp and narrow, and he only looked at Liu Jun.

"It was me who hit you." He said calmly, as if discussing daily exercises with others, "I don't have a slippery hand."

The author has something to say: Fu Songhua: Here we come!

Qin Xueba: Well, together.

Ruan Qingmu: Huh? You don't have to.

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