Sharing the Dorm with the Enemy from Previous Life

The bell rang for the first class in the afternoon, Ruan Qingmu stepped on it and entered the back door on time.

On a hot day, many girls bring their own beautiful water cups. Boys generally seldom use this, most of them just bring bottled water.

The chemistry teacher was already standing on the podium, looking at Ruan Qingmu who had just entered the door dissatisfied: "Hurry up and sit down, the class is already over."

The teacher was talking about today's new class, and the students in the classroom listened carefully and quietly.

Ruan Qingmu put on her headphones, stretched out her hand while the teacher was writing on the blackboard, and quickly placed a bottle of iced drink on Qin Yuan's table.

Qin Yuan's eyes moved from the blackboard to the table, stared at the bottle of ice orange juice, and then looked at Ruan Qingmu.

Ruan Qingmu shrugged and pointed to the blackboard behind her.

Qin Yuan finally understood, his eyes softened.

He glanced at the teacher quickly, and asked silently, "A treat?"

Ruan Qingmu buried her head and tore a small note, scribbled a sentence, and threw it over.

"Thank you Niu Xiaoqing, she said she would invite you to visit for a week!"

Qin Yuan just reached for the drink, was about to twist the cap, opened the note, and stopped.

He glanced at Ruan Qingmu lightly, reached out and put the orange juice back on the table, never looking at him again.

Ruan Qingmu looked at him strangely, and after waiting for a while, she couldn't help throwing a note over: "Hurry up, ice is delicious."

The classroom is full of top students, and the discipline is surprisingly good. Ruan Qingmu was moving around like this. The chemistry teacher in front of the podium had already noticed the abnormality behind him and roared, "What are you doing! You threw a few notes here?"

Qin Yuan's body froze, and quickly glanced at Ruan Qingmu, full of warnings.

But Ruan Qingmu was wearing headphones and didn't hear the chemistry teacher's roar at all. Seeing Qin Yuan's warning look, she grinned at him.

As soon as his mouth opened, something suddenly flew into his mouth with the sound of wind.

Ruan Qingmu was stunned, stunned for a second, and hurriedly spit out, well, it's a small chalk head!

The chemistry teacher's voice shouted: "Ruan Qingmu, stand up for me!"

Oh, he didn't even think that this chalk magic was so powerful today that he could even smash into the target's mouth.

Ruan Qingmu stood up helplessly, quickly tore off the headphone cable, and drooped her head.

"I still listen to headphones in class!" His movements did not escape the eyes of the chemistry teacher, and he slapped the table angrily, "Do you want to listen to the class?"

Ruan Qingmu looked at him sincerely: "Teacher, I want to hear something, but I don't understand."

Although he said something that could irritate the teacher, he had an excellent attitude after all. If you harass other students in class, if you do this again, let me go out!"

Ruan Qingmu blinked and bowed obediently: "Okay."

In the stunned eyes of the entire competition class, he flipped his wrist and quietly hid the phone and headphone cable in his hand.

Next to the classroom of the competition class is the pilot flight. After a while, the students in the class saw the penalty station students outside the window.

Leaning obliquely in the shadow of the corridor pillars, standing dangling, with white earlobes, headphone cables hanging, and eyes closed silently.

Tsk tsk, the first student to be kicked out of the competition class! Niu criticized, dare to listen to music while standing in a penalty stand.

Ruan Qingmu stood for a while, opened her eyes in boredom, and spit two bitterly, the taste of chalk in her mouth finally faded.

Too bad.

This afternoon, Niu Xiaoqing stuffed a bottle of orange juice, and it was inconvenient to rely on crutches, so he threw the crutch in the classroom of Class 9.

You can't leave in the future. As long as he grabs a cane when he gets up, no matter how cruel the teacher is, he won't be kicked out of the classroom with a lame.

In the classroom, Qin Yuan sat upright on the seat, looking at the blackboard, his hand on the table was holding a pen, and his knuckles were showing some white because of the force.

Normally, people will change their feet after standing for a long time. So, is his feet not really neat?

For the first time, he looked ahead, at the blackboard full of chemical formulas, at the teacher's mouth opening and closing, but he couldn't hear anything.

Finally, he raised his eyes and glanced quickly towards the window.

Ruan Qingmu, who was closing her eyes originally, did not know why, but she just opened her eyes. The two of them were caught off guard, passed through the window, and met in mid-air.

Ruan Qingmu was stunned for a moment, then suddenly smiled. He stretched out his hand and pointed to the orange juice on Qin Yuan's table.

Qin Yuan stared at his bright eyes and gritted his teeth secretly.

Well drawn, the 18-style is awesome!"

After he finished speaking, he ran away again.

Ruan Qingmu didn't know who that person was, so she was photographed. Annoyed, he almost wanted to catch up and kick the man, but as soon as he moved, his arm was grabbed heavily.

Qin Yuan's face was cold, and he pulled him into the classroom expressionlessly: "Can you stop?"

Ruan Qingmu was dragged inexplicably by him: "What's wrong with me?"

Just as he was about to struggle, Qin Yuan pressed him on the seat.

The tall boy was condescending, his palms firmly on his shoulders, full of strength: "Is it interesting to talk nonsense in class? Is it fun to be punished to stand? Or is it beautiful to stand in the corridor? "

Why doesn't this person know how to cherish his body!

In front, Li Jianquan, the academic committee member of Class 2, turned his head and looked at him in surprise.

What's going on, isn't the relationship already broken, what is this doing?

Boss Qin is also really strange, this is a class that takes classes, and there is no designated monitor, he is so aggressive, doesn't it seem appropriate?

The guy on the opposite side is a ruthless man, he can beat Liu Jun to the brim with blood!

Ruan Qingmu, who was pressed on the seat, raised her eyebrows, and the expression on her face became a little subtle.

He stretched out his hand and gently pulled Qin Yuan's hand off his shoulders, his peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly.

"Qin Shaoxia, are you—" He fixedly looked at Qin Yuan, "A little too broad?"

Qin Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at him, and pursed his thin lips.

Ruan Qingmu lazily took out the earphones and put them in her ears again: "Okay, you have a lot of time to manage, and take care of the people in your class."

Qin Yuan looked at him, his snow-like face was getting colder and colder.

"You don't understand chemistry class, right? You can ask questions and make up for it if you don't understand. It's good to hear a little." He lowered his voice, "Wasting time is the most unwise."

Ruan Qingmu looked at him with a half-smile, pointed her finger at her ear, and made an inaudible expression.

Qin Yuan couldn't bear it anymore, stretched out his hand and took off his earphones: "Listen to songs every day, in class, and after class, you..."

Ruan Qingmu raised her head and looked at him for a while, before slowly unplugging the headphone cable on the phone and pressing the external button.

Langlang's English listening content came from the phone's microphone, which was pleasant and clear.

The top students peeping around looked at each other and held their breath.

Ruan Qingmu looked at Qin Yuan and said in a very soft voice, "Have you never believed me?"

I didn't believe it before, and I still do.

Qin Yuan stood there in a daze, looking at his clear and sharp eyes, and said nothing.

Ruan Qingmu smiled, a little self-mockery in her eyes: "So you see, your class teacher is right, isn't it?"

Although he didn't finish the next sentence, Qin Yuan immediately realized what he was saying.

So good students and bad students cannot be friends.

There is no way to have a heart-to-heart, and it is not the same person at all.

What’s more important is to communicate with each other, but the distance between hearts and hearts sometimes seems far and near.

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