Sharing the Dorm with the Enemy from Previous Life

Qin Yuan looked at his suddenly dazed face, reached out and picked up the backpack by the seat, and handed it to Ruan Qingmu: "Don't ask anyone to borrow it in the future."

Ruan Qingmu was taken aback for a moment, opened her backpack and saw a neat set of high school textbooks inside.

Open it, it is old.

The owner obviously cherishes the textbook. Although there are many essays on it, it is not dirty, and there are no creases or smears.

"You... borrowed it for me?"

Qin Yuan said indifferently: "You said, there are two courses to be admitted to the top 100 of the whole grade."

Ruan Qingmu whispered softly, "Oh, yes."

"There are two science classes and one liberal arts class in the Peiyou class, with a total of 104 students." Qin Yuan expressionless, "The top 100 in the exam is the lowest line of the Peiyou class. "

Ruan Qingmu sighed: "Did I dig a hole for myself?"

Qin Yuan's brows twitched slightly: "You don't really need to be 100 before the exam, you are serious, even if it is improved to the average score of all grades, it will be good..."

Ruan Qingmu raised a loose smile on her lips: "Stop it, I'll try my best."…

In the evening self-study class, the students are all writing and writing and do their homework in every course.

Fang Li finished the math, turned to look at Ruan Qingmu behind him, and finally couldn't help: "That...Aren't you doing your homework? It's due tomorrow."

Ruan Qingmu didn't lift her head, her eyes were fixed on the English textbook in front of her, her lips moved slightly, and after a while she suddenly raised her head: "Ah, what?"

Fang Li looked at his textbook curiously. This evening, he was reading English books and not doing homework.

"Have you been memorizing words?"

Ruan Qingmu yawned: "Yeah, the bird's voice is really annoying."

He thought about it for a while, and handed the textbook to Fang Li: "Look for the after-class vocabulary list, and ask casually, I'll see how much you remember."

Fang Li took the textbook hesitantly: "Which one?"

"The first ten texts are fine."

Fang Li was slightly taken aback.

It's only a week since the start of school, and the English teacher hasn't even finished two texts, if it's ten...Is it a summer vacation at home to preview in advance?

He casually opened an article and picked a few words. Ruan Qingmu lazily held her cheeks and opened her mouth to memorize the words.

Not bad.

Fang Li changed another one, asked a few more questions, and was all right.

"Ah, you are amazing." Fang Li put down the book, a little envious, "I always forget it after memorizing it. You have completed so many words in advance."

Suddenly, a head popped out from behind Ruan Qingmu, and Bai Jing rested his resentful face on his shoulder: "Brother Ruan, it's okay to be lame on the hospital bed during the summer vacation, you have already worked hard."

Ruan Qingmu suddenly fell to the side: "Don't scare people?"

This is the last row of the classroom, where did this kid come from?

It's a little bad to change into this shell, all the light skills and ears are gone, and at most there is a light body and a healthy body. If it had been in the past, there would have been a reason why no one else would have noticed it up close.

"Pissed and came in from the back door." Bai Jing sat down on the edge of his chair, "Hey, student of the sports committee, what are you doing? Are you trying to grab the seat of the representative of the English class? ?"

Ruan Qingmu sighed: "Today in the office, I told Lao Jian that I should improve my English and Chinese grades in the final exam."

Liu Jun sullen, suddenly stood up, picked up his schoolbag and walked out, stretched his foot and kicked at the back door.

The evening self-study was about to end. The boys nearby all finished their homework, and when they saw Liu Jun leave, they all came over.

Huang Ya gave Ruan Qingmu a thumbs up: "It's amazing, I have to improve two subjects at once, doing it on duty can motivate people to improve!"

Ruan Qingmu squinted at him: "Would you like to go up together, I'll take you to fly."

Huang Ya patted his chest: "Brother Ruan, you call, we will respond, okay, you can say a goal and work together!"

Ruan Qingmu nodded: "Just the top 100."

"Sick, there are only forty people in our class!"

Ruan Qingmu said lightly, "Top 100 in every grade."

"Pfft—" Bai Jing, who had just screwed on the handy cup, spurted out a mouthful of water.

He stretched out his hand and probed Ruan Qingmu's forehead: "Brother Ruan, do you have a fever?"

Ruan Qingmu slapped him on the hand expressionlessly: "I'm familiar with it, and then I'll hit you and Liu Jun."

Huang Ya leaned over and stared suspiciously at Ruan Qingmu: "Brother Ruan, is it true that you said that the top 100 in the whole grade? If it is true, I will not fly with you, you Pull up yourself."

Ruan Qingmu gave him a light look: "Really, it's not difficult."

The boy next to him looked at him and became more and more at a loss for words.

Bai Jing suddenly asked furtively, "Brother Ruan, can I ask you to do something old?"

Ruan Qingmu glared at him: "What?"

Bai Jing said with a shy face: "Please allow me to open a gambling post, betting on whether you can get into the top 100 in the grade in the final exam, really, I'll take it, and you will pay."

The post about who will do it first to Ruan Qingmu has basically been scrapped. Due to this small-scale dinner in class 1 and class 9 at noon, the faction that "the boss of class 1 will destroy the cork first" is one of the It was defeated for thousands of miles, but "Liu Jun destroys the soft balsa first" did not gain any upper hand.

Seeing that Liu Jun was beaten in the head with blood all over his face, who would think he could kill Ruan Qingmu?

Ruan Qingmu looked at him: "Can I buy myself?"

Bai Jing got excited: "Yes, yes! Odds... I calculate, it's almost twenty for one. I'll go to the forum and make a post, and I'll make it happen."

The monitor Tang Tiantian held the book and coughed in front of him: "Don't keep posting this kind of post, if the teacher sees it, it will cause you trouble."

Bai Jing smiled and said, "What the teacher can't understand, we use all Jianghu slang."

Suddenly, Huang Ya lowered his head and looked at Ruan Qingmu's English textbook, as if he had discovered a new world: "This is an old one, where are the notes?"

He flipped the page, and the name on the title page was revealed: "Li Si... eh?"

All the boys around said "oh" in unison, which was meaningful.

Used, old textbooks for senior three, Li Si's! That's a super sweet beauty who topped the school flower vote list.

"Brother Ruan, tell me honestly, how did you know the goddess?"

Ruan Qingmu raised her eyelids: "What is the goddess?"

Huang Ya slapped him on the shoulder: "Don't pretend, that's the confession reaper under the acacia tree!"

Because the acacia tree in front of the style building is so beautiful and gorgeous every year, I don't know which session of the third experiment started, and there is a romantic private graduation confession.

After the college entrance examination, with the completion of the application form, many boys and girls will find a plastic-sealed card with the words of confession written on it, some signed, some anonymous; some only write The confession book does not write the object, and some are enthusiastic and bold to speak directly.

A long red ribbon is tied under the plastic card, bringing the boys and girls the last love and secret love on this campus, with full of adolescent hormones, as soon as the graduation season arrives The branches of the acacia tree are tied and floated in the sky.

And last year, on the confession card left by the boy graduating from the third year of high school, it was full of confession to the junior girl Li Si, enough to have a connection!

"To be honest, the old textbooks of Xueba are not easy to borrow, and it is impossible for other goddesses. How did you get it?" Huang Ya stabbed him with a wretched smile, "Steal or pick it up?"

Ruan Qingmu looked down at the textbook, her face was a little strange: "Oh, don't you lend me easily?"

Tsk. Qin Yuan has a great face.

…

In the classroom of Class 1, Fu Songhua packed his schoolbag, turned his head and called Qin Yuan: "Monitor, let's go back to the dormitory together."

Qin Yuan hummed. Didn't look up: "You guys go back first, I'll be later."

Fu Songhua came over curiously: "What are you doing? English?"

Qin Yuan has always done all the homework early and started to preview the following content, why is it later than everyone today, so densely packed, all in English.

Qin Yuan didn't lift his head: "Well, to summarize."

Fu Songhua said with a shy face: "Let me take a look at the summary, boss?"

Qin Yuan finally raised his head and said briefly, "Not suitable for you. A freshman in high school."

Fu Songhua's eyes widened: "Boss, what are you doing, doing this by reviewing the past and knowing the new?"

It seems that even he doesn't need to review the content of the first year of high school.

Qin Yuan sat there, sitting upright like a small pine tree, not hunched over like many boys, he lowered his head: "Well, let's go, I'll review."

After another half an hour, the lights of the teaching building were turned off.

He picked up the books on the table and walked out the door alone. The emergency lights in the corridors of the teaching building were on, light green, reflecting the bright moonlight outside.

When walking from the path to the dormitory, you can see the window on the first floor facing the outside.

My dormitory was always dark when I looked at it like this when I went back.

Like the lonely home he had to face every weekend, it was always cold and dark, and there was no smoke.

But now it is lit, like many other lively bedrooms, as if someone is waiting for him to go back.

In the past, when I came back at this time, although the light in the bedroom was on, this person always lay down early, as if he was more sleepless than anyone else. Today, this is the first time I have seen him .

Qin Yuan walked over and looked down from his shoulder, his eyes narrowed slightly.

English book, word list.

"Are you memorizing words?" He put down his schoolbag.

Ruan Qingmu turned her head back, her eyes were clear and clear, without the tiredness of the past: "Mmm."

Qin Yuan was silent for a while, then reached out and took out a small notebook from his schoolbag: "Just in time, I sorted out my old notes and turned to this."

He put the notebook on Ruan Qingmu's desk and opened it casually: "The first year of high school, I summarized the basic points at that time. If you don't dislike it, you can take a look."

Ruan Qingmu was stunned.

He took it and opened it, and looked at it silently for a while.

Ruan Qingmu watched for a while, but didn't speak.

Then he raised his head and raised the corners of his lips slightly: "Senior Qin did a great job of taking notes."

Qin Yuan stood up lightly: "Well, it's good."

As he walked to the bathroom, behind him, Ruan Qingmu suddenly asked coldly, "How many hours did you write?"

He turned his head, and there was no expression on his handsome features: "What?"

Ruan Qingmu looked at him and did not hide the slyness in her eyes: "The book is very new."

Qin Yuan stood there with a strange expression on his face as cold as Meiyu. Under the bright light, a hint of red could no longer be hidden, and it showed on his cheeks.

"You are wronged by the body." He said coldly, "You should run for the Minister of Discipline of the Student Union, and you must be careful."

He turned around and slammed the bathroom door shut.

Listening to the rapid sound of the water running at its maximum, Ruan Qingmu lay on the table, looked at the notebook, and sneered softly.

Old material that I took notes for a year, it should be wrinkled and soft like the girl's, will it be such a clean and white paper without creases? Weird.

When Qin Yuan came out, Ruan Qingmu had already climbed onto the bed and was lying on the head of the bed looking at something, two Bai Shengsheng's calves dangling behind him, slender and slender, with beautiful toes Slightly tense, shaking carelessly.

Qin Yuan glanced at it, quickly retracted his gaze, and climbed onto the armrest to get on the bed.

Glancing through the blue mosquito net, she was looking at his notebook.

Ruan Qingmu raised her head and smiled: "It's really useful, like it was written for poor students."

Ruan Qingmu looked at the QR code: "What?"

Qin Yuan said lightly, "My WeChat."

Ruan Qingmu was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

He quickly took out his phone from under the pillow, scanned the QR code, and made a "tick", and soon, the person opposite agreed to the friend request.

."

Ruan Qingmu blinked: "Wechat is so slow, you don't like to look at your phone, why don't you give me your phone number too?"

Qin Yuan didn't lift his head: "WeChat is the phone number."

Ruan Qingmu dialed, and sure enough, the phone on the opposite side rang. He hung up the phone with satisfaction, turned around, and clicked on someone's WeChat avatar.

The circle of friends is empty, except for some shared English songs, there is nothing else, it seems that it is only visible to people for three days.

Ruan Qingmu turned for a long time, from being excited to being uninterested. When he looked up, he saw that Qin Yuan was also holding the mobile phone and pulling it gently. He didn't know what he was looking at, and his eyebrows were solemn.

The screen is turned away from him, invisible.

Ruan Qingmu's heart moved slightly, she stretched out her hand, and shook it across from him: "Looking at my circle of friends, so fascinated?"

Qin Yuan quickly retracted the phone and looked at him with cold eyes: "..."

Why is this person so cheeky and self-motivated?

Ruan Qingmu sighed softly: "It's all over. I won't post these things again in the future."

Qin Yuan put down the phone silently, turned his head and started to organize the pillow: "I don't know what you are talking about."

Ruan Qingmu suddenly crawled over and took her pillow.

head against the window.

Ruan Qingmu turned the pillow in a different direction and said "hello" to Qin Yuan: "I sleep here, how about you?"

Although his tone was relaxed, his eyes were bright, and the smile inside seemed to overflow, with a little arrogance, as if he was sure that as long as he said this, the person opposite would definitely Will also turn around.

Qin Yuan frowned at him, and suddenly, the light in the middle of the bedroom went out.

In the darkness, the bed on Qin Yuan's side rustled, Ruan Qingmu smiled and watched him bring the pillow and fell asleep with satisfaction.

Lying flat on the bed, he opened his eyes: "Hey, Qin Yuan."

After a long while, the voice of Micromagnetic sounded: "Huh?"

"What I said is true." Ruan Qingmu said softly, "My former circle of friends, don't take it seriously, and don't feel sad when you see it."

Qin Yuan listened silently.

"It's fine to die peacefully, but to be born, to live is the greatest suffering... If my father is dead, why do you want me to be called a murderer? Son - such thoughts are over."

Having nothing to do, he also slowly read the traces left by the original owner. Although he couldn't really empathize with him, he could still see the depression and loneliness between the lines.

He explained seriously: "Since I had a car accident and died once, my thoughts have changed. I used to think that the surroundings were so dark, but now I look back and I feel the darkness again. Next to it, there is so much light."

Qin Yuan gave a soft "um": "You are now...that's good."

Ruan Qingmu smiled silently.

If you sleep head-to-head, that person's voice is so close, just like the days in your previous life when you fell asleep in the wild.

"Qin Yuan?"

"Hmm."

"It's good to live, I will live well, don't worry."

Qin Yuan was quiet for a long time, just when Ruan Qingmu thought he was asleep, his voice sounded in a low voice: "I don't have a mother either."

Ruan Qingmu turned her head in surprise, turned her face sideways, and looked at the bed opposite.

"She died when I was four years old." The boy's voice was as calm and emotionless as usual, but after all, it was a little hoarse, "Many people are born to be doomed to be lonely Yes, just get used to it, it's nothing special."

Ruan Qingmu paused for a while, then slowly stretched out her arm, groping, reaching under the mosquito net, and quickly touched the head of the boy opposite.

The hand feels very good, so thick black and dense hair, I thought it would be hard, but no, soft and smooth, like someone's heart.

"No." He whispered, "You are so good and handsome, how can you be doomed to be lonely."

Qin Yuan seemed to freeze, his voice was muffled for a while, with a bit of displeasure: "Don't touch my head."

Ruan Qingmu suddenly stretched out her hand again and rubbed his hair a few times: "Why are you so stingy!"

Qin Yuan quickly turned his head back, breathing a little too fast, I don't know if it was anger or shock: "Are you still rubbing?"

"What's wrong with rubbing a few times?" Ruan Qingmu said confidently, "It's not a girl."

As he was talking, the wrist he stretched out was grabbed heavily, and he slid over there and passed through the iron bedside railing.

Qin Yuan got up and slammed open the mosquito nets on both sides.

He held Ruan Qingmu's hand condescendingly, and the skin was touching, with a fiery temperature: "Try again!"

Ruan Qingmu raised her head, in the dim indoor light, his beautiful eyes were like peach blossoms: "It's a big deal, just touch it back."