Sharing the Dorm with the Enemy from Previous Life

Fu Songhua and two boys in the same bedroom ran downstairs, and a gust of wind whistled.

Rush to the door of 106 on the first floor, a boy stood there, it was Fang Li, looking down at something.

Fu Songhua slapped him on the shoulder: "What are you doing? Waiting for the lame body in your class?"

Fang Li turned his head, his eyes were slightly blank: "Well, he sent me a text message, said to go out for breakfast, and told me not to make him dinner."

Fu Songhua made an "oh" and raised his hand to knock on the door of 106: "Monitor! Monitor..."

"I went with your monitor." Fang Li reminded in a low voice.

Fu Song froze for a moment: "Fuck the squad leader didn't even leave me a letter!"

The two boys beside him were indignant together: "The squad leader has changed, and they used to wait for us."

"There are new goblins!"

Fang Li looked at him blankly: "Huh?..."

Fu Songhua put his arms around his thin shoulders and rudely led him forward: "How many times have I told you, don't mess with your little cripple, and you will follow your brother in the future, you know?"

Fang Li staggered and hugged him, blushing: "You, you let go..."

A life of serving tea and water, making rice and buying drinks."

"It's okay..."

Fu Songhua got angry: "It doesn't matter! You can see that he has a new friend when he turns around. You are not the same as him!"

Fang Li lowered his head, his long eyelashes covered, and his face was a little pale.

Fu Songhua looked down at him, and regretted a little: "Hey, I don't mean anything else. I mean, Ruan Qingmu is a ruthless character who will bully people. It's our squad leader. You can handle him, do you understand?"

The two boys beside him also echoed: "That's right, when he hit Liu Jun, it was really scary."

"Yeah! It's not scary to hit Liu Jun. What's scary is his smile after the fight. I think it's like a sociopath. A jolt!"

Fang Li walked forward silently: "No, he is really nice..."

"

Fang Li took a step, suddenly broke free from him, and ran away quickly.

Fu Songhua looked at his back, a little annoyed: "No wonder I don't have friends, why are you so lonely!"

The boy in his dormitory shook his head: "What's the use of you caring about him? We don't go to get out of class with him, and he's not alone in the class?"

Fu Songhua was stunned.

For a long time, he was a little puffed up: "Why? He's good-natured, soft, and not ugly. Why did the class 9 reject him?"

"Mummy!" said his roommate, "Liu Jun and the others took pictures of his orchid finger before, and they shared it in the class group."

"Yes, there is a set of photos. I still remember a video I sent, taking a back view of him walking, and a comparison picture of a shemale, hahaha, it's quite feminine. "

Fu Songhua stopped abruptly: "Why don't I know? Such a fuck?"

"You watch bna every day, how can you watch these gossips?"

Fu Songhua was annoyed: "Where is he walking with a girl? I look normal."

"After Liu Jun and the others filmed the video, did he change it?" The two boys didn't care.

He pierced the lid of the soy milk with a straw, sucked it in, and then screamed "Ouch" and jumped up from the heat.

"Fuck!"

The roommate laughed loudly: "Hahahaha, you are stupid, the soy milk is always hot, and you don't open the lid to dry it?"

The two boys were startled: "I rely on the old man, what's wrong with you? The head teacher has said that if we fight in the future, we will punish you directly. Are you stupid?"

…

When Ruan Qingmu slowly entered the classroom of Class 9, the bell rang just after the morning reading class.

Tang Tiantian had already taken the attendance roll, and when he saw him coming in, he ticked his name.

Ruan Qingmu walked to the last row and sat down, took out an English book from her schoolbag.

People around me are making up their homework, some don’t, and some don’t write at all. Bai Jing turned his head from the front: "Hey, Sports Committee, how about your homework? Can you use it to see?"

Ruan Qingmu looked at him: "What misunderstanding do you think I can do my homework?"

Bai Jing scratched his head: "You have such a good relationship with Qin University Ba, and they live together, why don't you ask him to copy homework?"

Huang Ya also turned her head: "That's right, let's all have breakfast together!"

Ruan Qingmu was stunned for a moment, everyone knows this?

Fang Li looked back at him and reminded in a low voice: "There is a special building in the post bar, and there are new photos just now..."

Ruan Qingmu took out her mobile phone, found the school post bar, went in and took a look, it was true.

I don't know who took a candid photo, and it was broadcast live.

In the picture, he and Qin Yuan are standing face to face, the squad leader Qin is as cold as an iceberg, his eyes are stunned, and he is photographed with a shameful resentment.

And the blurring is a bit severe, only the two of them are left in the whole photo, and the people next to them are lost by p.

The following comments are messy, there are hundreds of them, and there are all kinds of them. Fu Songhua even came out with a big name and shouted: "Which grandson took the photo, come out for a walk! Forget me without my p, what the **** is a sunflower stuck on my face in the back one!"…

Scroll down and find a new one.

In the cafeteria, the boys from class 9 and class 1 were having dinner together, and they were photographed by the good people next to them and posted here.

It was half cloudy that day, the sun was not as bright as the first photo, the images were a little backlit, the boys were not very clear, most of them were silhouettes from the side.

There are many people on the screen, he and Qin Yuan are in the middle, and Fu Songhua and Fang Li are sitting next to them.

Not as cold as before.

On his own, there was a smile on the corner of his lips. It's hard to say whether it's provocative or lazy, but he looks a bit ruffian anyway.

Besides, Fu Songhua was hugging Fang Li, baring his big white teeth, his smile was sunny and wanton, Fang Li was not wearing glasses, and his eyes were dazed.

This photo is taken behind the tall building in front, and it is also named "the ice-breaking moment of the top class and the class of scumbags".

The discussion below is more lively and marvels at the establishment of this turn of the century.

There are still people in this cross-class gathering of popular science, Ruan Qingmu scrolled down a few times with great interest, and suddenly saw Liu Jun's acne-prone face, the following label was "First-hand The man holding the red ribbons of two classes".

Look back and see the latest one this morning.

I didn't expect that the two girls really posted the photos, and they looked pretty good.

The sun shines on their side faces, and they both look peaceful. Under the slight underexposure, there are dots of light that dance around the two people.

He tilted his head, looked at the photos for a while, stretched out his hand, and secretly clicked and saved the three photos.

Just after saving it, Bai Jing's head has come over: "Brother Ruan, what are you looking at?"

Ruan Qingmu was saving the photo, but he was so frightened that her heart skipped a beat, she reached out and hit him on the head: "How many times have I said it, don't suddenly appear like a ghost."

Bai Jing covered his head and whispered, "Cut, I see. I'm appreciating my own post."

Fang Li asked in a low voice, "…Do I want to bring you breakfast in the future?"

The corner of Ruan Qingmu's lips raised slightly: "No need, thank you."

"Then, shall I wait for you?"

Ruan Qingmu waved her hand indifferently: "No need, I'll go with my roommate at the same time."

Fang Li lowered his head and said softly after a while, "Oh, good."

Bai Jing grieved at the side: "Brother Ruan, you are so close to the boss, can you copy some homework for the benefit of the whole class? Bai is blind to the building near the water."

Ruan Qingmu gave him a white look: "Cut off this thought, no matter how good I am with him, he will not copy the homework for me, do you understand?"

"Why!"

Huang Ya turned her head diagonally in front: "Liar, Qin boss won't give lectures."

Ruan Qingmu shook her head: "No, as long as you ask, he will definitely."

Bai Jing was not convinced: "Isn't anyone seen him give lectures??"

"That's because you didn't ask."

Everyone: "…"

Well, I can't refute it, who dares to go to that iceberg to ask questions? !

Tang Tiantian knocked on the table in front: "Everyone, pay attention, the homework is about to be handed in, have the rest of you finished it?"

Several boys scattered in a hurry: "Fuck you, just chatting, gossip!"

Ruan Qingmu grabbed the workbook and wrote the rest of the empty questions indiscriminately.

Mathematics, physics and chemistry, especially physics and chemistry, are insane. Because he was in a competition class, the content was like riding a rocket. He had been confused and dozed off constantly these days.

English is better. He was in the original administrative class, and his progress was normal. He has previewed in advance these two days. He did the homework quickly and the accuracy rate was high.

There were already some people reciting the text around, chattering, he put on his earphones, blocked the noise outside, and began to read English.

He took the booklet Qin Yuan gave him and read it for a while, and the morning class was over. Today is Saturday, only half a day of classes are scheduled, the afternoon is free time, and there are no classes that are scheduled like Monday to Friday.

He thought about it and couldn't help sending the first message to that brand new WeChat account.

"I'll go home in the afternoon, how about you?"

I don't know when that guy will see it or if he will return.

Sitting together in class in the afternoon, it seems that he has never seen him fiddling with his mobile phone.

However, after only a minute or two, WeChat's mute prompt lights up the screen.

"I'm going home too."

Reply is as simple as a human being and uninteresting.

Ruan Qingmu looked at the reply and smiled.

"Then, let's go together after lunch?"

After posting this, there has been no response from the other side.

Ruan Qingmu suddenly regretted.

Oops, I'm really crazy, what are you doing to invite people to go with you? They are not in the same class, they do not live with him, and the directions must be different. Do they walk together for three minutes when they walk to the school gate together?

Just as he was about to put away his phone, the screen suddenly turned on again.

"Okay, together. Waiting for you."

...In the classroom of Class 1 in the distance, Fu Songhua's eyes widened: "I promised to play football in the afternoon and then leave, why did I regret it?"

Qin Yuan lightly turned off the phone screen: "I have something to do, not this time."

Fu Songhua approached him suspiciously, studied it carefully, and suddenly realized: "Boss, do you have a fever? Why is your face so red and your eyes so bright? If you're uncomfortable, just tell me, hurry up and go home. rest!"

The school basketball team practiced regularly every Saturday afternoon. Although Qin Yuan did not officially join the team, his skills in the basketball team also existed sideways. Fu Songhua played with him very well. Pull him together.

Hey, what's the point of the boss not fighting, if you don't cooperate, it's boring to abuse people.

In the classroom of Class 9, Niu Xiaoqing suddenly stood up and said loudly: "My classmates, this afternoon our class is going to publish the first issue of this semester's blackboard newspaper. I made several design drafts yesterday, but There is a lack of people who can draw it by hand, are there any classmates who volunteer to stay and help?"

The noisy classroom was quiet for a while, and it took a long time for someone to sigh: "Propaganda committee member, wake up. Do you think there are people in our class who can draw?"

"Sister Niu, you might as well ask Liu Siyuan. Although she went to the liberal arts class, she is our original propaganda committee member, maybe she can help..."

Niu Xiaoqing was in a hurry: "I asked, she has to work on the board newspaper for her new class and has no time to help us."

Huang Ya shrank his neck: "This class is an artistic black hole, thank you."

Tang Tiantian gathered up his courage and walked to a boy in the back row: "Wang Li, can you help? I remember that you did well in art class before, and Xiaoqing just took office."

The boy was about to speak when suddenly, Liu Jun behind him sneered.

"Wang Li, don't forget to play in the afternoon."

Wang Li usually hangs out with Liu Jun. Hearing that, his face stiffened and he nodded immediately: "I'm sorry, squad leader, we have an appointment to play ball. Besides, I really can't draw."

For a long time, she finally sat down and was silent in frustration.

Liu Jun stood up abruptly, put his arms around Wang Li's shoulders and took it out: "Go, pee."

In the corridor, I only heard his arrogant voice scolding: "A group of bastards, didn't they all tell me to step down? Leave a few of us and watch them ass."

Ruan Qingmu took off her earphones, listened to the faint words in the corridor, and looked at Niu Xiaoqing with her head down in front, her face turned cold.

The morning class passed quickly, and some classmates were close to their homes, so they left the school and rushed home for lunch. Those who were farther away went to the cafeteria first.

Ruan Qingmu went to the cafeteria to finish her meal, and just returned to the classroom to pack her textbooks, she saw two girls standing on the blackboard at the back of the classroom.

The petite Tang Tiantian stood on tiptoe with difficulty and was helping Niu Xiaoqing to wipe her tears.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ugly, why is it so ugly?" The usually majestic Niu Xiaoqing choked and almost couldn't breathe.

As soon as Ruan Qingmu raised her head, she was almost smashed by the Impressionist paintings on the blackboard on the back wall.

After eating for a while, there is a large picture on the blackboard that is indescribable. The colors are colorful and the lines are abstract, but it is impossible to identify what it is.

Ruan Qingmu walked to the back row and slowly packed her textbooks and homework, only to hear Tang Tiantian comforting in a low voice: "It's alright, the blackboard evaluation is not a big deal, the bottom is the bottom. No one will blame you."

"But I took the initiative to run for the propaganda committee. If I'm really the last one, how can I meet people? Woohoo..." The more she thought about it, the more sad she became, she raised her hand and wiped her face, grass green The watercolor paint rubbed on his face, a pale green.

Tang Tiantian sighed: "Wait, I'll go and beg Wang Li, and ask him to help..."

Suddenly, a faint voice sounded in her ear and asked, "What is this painting? Is it a wild vegetable field?"

Niu Xiaoqing turned her head and saw Ruan Qingmu's white, almost transparent face when she suddenly let out a "wow" and choked even more.

Ruan Qingmu: "…"

Girls are scary, to be honest.

Tang Tiantian quickly hugged Niu Xiaoqing and glanced at Ruan Qingmu helplessly: "Don't talk nonsense, the painting is a flower field."

Ruan Qingmu: "…"

Sorry, didn't see it.

He stretched out his hand to take the design draft from Niu Xiaoqing's hand, looked at the blackboard again, and said sincerely: "The design draft is too vulgar, really. It's also ugly."

Tang Tiantian: "…"

Ruan Qingmu was about to continue speaking when the screen of her phone suddenly lit up.

Qin Yuan's WeChat popped up: "Can you go now?"

Ruan Qingmu took her schoolbag and walked to the back door. She was about to say "go out now", but she couldn't help but look back.

Saturday afternoon, the students were almost gone, leaving only two girls who were helpless, standing there, one still crying and one awkwardly comforting.

His hand stopped on the WeChat page, hesitated for a while, and finally typed a line: "There is something in the class, so don't go. You go home by yourself?"

Someone who just walked to the door with a schoolbag stopped, his thin eyelids drooped, and stared at the phone.

Ruan Qingmu waited for a long time for a reply, and sighed in her heart: It's still the same as in her previous life, if she is unhappy, she ignores people.

I was about to explain another sentence, but the reply finally arrived.

Indifferent, like a very casual tone, but like a bit solemn: "It's okay, I'll wait for you, as long as I can."