Sharing the Dorm with the Enemy from Previous Life

The last lesson of the morning was sports again.

Ruan Qingmu bit her head and took Bai Jing and a few people to the sports equipment room.

"Get some more basketballs, teacher." Bai Jing hurriedly said to the teacher at the distribution office.

The teacher in the equipment room said "oh" and raised her eyelids: "How many?"

"Ten!"

The teacher almost rolled her eyes: "Basketball, group sports! Why do you need so much, other classes don't?"

Ruan Qingmu nodded to the teacher: "Just follow the usual collocation."

Bai Jing was anxious, and quietly pulled him: "Liu Jun and the others have one, if we don't get them, we won't be able to play."

Ruan Qingmu sneered lightly, reached out and took the signature book handed over by the teacher, and signed the name in a dance: "Let's go."

Huang Ya and the others hurried over, some took basketball nets, some took badminton rackets, Fang Li was struggling with a few bundles of skipping ropes, and followed behind everyone.

Ruan Qingmu walked forward leisurely with her hands behind her back, turned her head by chance, saw Fang Li stumbled, sighed, and stretched out her hand: "Give me half."

Huang Ya quickly grabbed it and took a few to go: "Oh, Brother Ruan, you just threw your cane today, don't be tired, we'll come!"

School started in mid-August, and it has been a month since Ruan Qingmu's doctor's order "be careful not to do strenuous exercise within a month" is officially voided.

Recently, Mu Wanli took him with him and took time to go to the hospital for a re-examination. The conclusion was that the recovery was excellent and the prognosis was good.

No matter how much he wears his tongue, he didn't get any doctor's orders to let him rest.

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Not only have to come to pick up the equipment, but also have to return it by hand after the class is over, and then go to the cafeteria after the class is over, what good dishes are left?

Forget it, even if there is good food, he can't afford it. …

On the playground, in addition to the sophomore students in physical education, there are a lot of freshmen.

The first-year high school students are just entering the school. They are in the last day or two of military training. Wuyang Wuyang is standing on the playground, wearing uniform camouflage uniforms, some are walking straight, some are resting.

When Ruan Qingmu and the others returned to the class, there happened to be a line of freshmen in high school walking by, their faces flushed from the sun.

Huang Ya glanced quietly, then winked at Bai Jing: "Bai Xiaosheng, your high school 1st class flower candidate is about to start, hurry up, I want to vote!"

"I like the one with the ponytail and the tall one at the back."

"I think the class just now looks good..."

While whispering excitedly in a low voice, suddenly a basketball fell between them, Ruan Qingmu said with a cold face: "Shut up, come get the equipment."

"Oh, oh, the new sports committee is showing its power!" The boys cheered, and the girls who were waiting on the side also ran over.

"We want table tennis rackets."

"I want to skip the rope, thank you." Several girls surrounded Ruan Qingmu, chirping.

"You're crazy, what rope to jump on such a hot day?"

The girl who wants to skip rope grimaces: "Sooner or later, there will be an exam. If I don't practice now, I won't be able to take the exam. It's annoying."

"That's right, there is still a three-step layup in the basketball test. We can't do it without practice. Sports committee, give us a basketball."

Ruan Qingmu's ears roared for a while, she quickly picked up a basketball and threw it to them.

Ruan Qingmu picked up another one and threw it at them.

It was Liu Jun who didn't know when.

Ruan Qingmu swept the corner of her eyes and slowly straightened her waist.

Liu Jun and a few boys sullenly looked at the boys, and then looked at Ruan Qingmu with a sneer.

Ruan Qingmu squinted her eyes, took a basketball again in her hand, and thought about it.

Suddenly, he raised his arms high and made a throwing motion towards Bai Jing.

Liu Jun and Li Zhiyong were staring at him. When they saw him make a move, they jumped at the same time and wanted to intercept, but Ruan Qingmu was just a fake. return.

The two jumped up and down in embarrassment, fluttering in embarrassment.

The students in class 9 who were watching next to them couldn't help it, and several girls burst out laughing.

Ruan Qingmu took the ball slowly, patted it on the ground a few times, and looked at the boys opposite her with a sarcastic twist.

"Not enough equipment, five people and one basketball." He said lightly, "There are only four of you. Today, I will give you a face and give you a ball. There will be no more."

Liu Jun brought a few boys around.

Wang Li, who can draw, is also inside, squinting: "Who stipulates that five people can get one?"

He usually hangs out with Liu Jun, but this time Ruan Qingmu painted a blackboard newspaper to show off, and his heart was sour.

Ruan Qingmu smiled: "I stipulated. Because someone seriously told me that since I competed to be this bird sports committee, I have to take responsibility."

He sighed: "Although I don't like listening to people's lessons, but I also think what he said is right, so I decided to listen."

He has delicate eyebrows, and a very white man. When he smiles like this, he looks better than usual in a lazy and unsmiling manner. Many military training girls who pass by are secretly looking at him. come over.

Li Zhiyong immediately shouted: "Oh, the new class committee is so powerful! What if we don't obey your rules?"

The gloomy Liu Jun didn't say anything, just stood by the side with a cold face, staring at Ruan Qingmu.

Bai Jing next to him became nervous and quietly backed away. Ruan Qingmu raised her eyes and looked at him with a pleasant look: "Stop for me, and then call the teacher, I will join you. beat."

Bai Jing stopped awkwardly.

What's wrong with their new sports committee? Yesterday, we were eating in the cafeteria together, and he even invited Brother Ruan to eat grilled sausages with a cut of the bet post. Now turning his face is like turning over a book, huh!

Behind Ruan Qingmu, Fang Li nervously clenched his fists, quietly withdrew from the crowd, and ran to the other side of the playground.

Ruan Qingmu held the basketball and glanced at Liu Jun who said nothing.

I didn't hear Liu Jun's provocation, he turned to Li Zhiyong with satisfaction, and looked contemptuous: "What should I do if I don't agree? What else can I do?"

He hooked his finger: "Let's play a game. If you win, from now on, don't talk about one basketball, you want ten, and I'll borrow it for you on my knees."

Li Zhiyong: “…”

Although he wanted to kill this person's majesty and add a little block to the physical education class, he was not ready for the punishment!

"Who the **** is fighting with you, you are not afraid of punishment, I can't be unlucky with you!"

Ruan Qingmu suddenly laughed, her snow-white teeth exposed: "Yes. I'm not afraid of punishment, if you are, then go away."

His smile, bright white teeth and fair skin, almost dazzling in the sun.

I don't know why, but Li Zhiyong, who was closest to him, was inexplicably cold in his heart, and involuntarily, he really took a step back.

…

On the other side of the playground, Fu Songhua jumped up and caught the badminton that Qin Yuan slammed over from the opposite side. Suddenly, a soft cry sounded in his ear, with a slight trembling: "I'm sorry... Can't you help me?"

Fu Songhua's beat was crooked, missing another oncoming smash.

He turned his head and looked at Fang Li, who was panting in surprise: "What's wrong?"

The last cross-class fight only ended in trouble and was extinguished. The physical education teachers of the two classes are extremely tacit, and in order to prevent problems before they occur, they will strictly isolate themselves from this physical education class from now on.

One class goes to the east of the playground, and the other goes to the far west, with the white line in the center of the playground as the 38th line.

Fang Li gasped, plucked up his courage and pointed to Class 9: "Well, it seems that we are going to fight again, can you..."

Last time it was because Fu Songhua and the others happened to be there, and the fight didn't start. If Ruan Qingmu was against Liu Jun and a few, how could they not suffer?

Fu Songhua was taken aback: "Fuck it again? Ruan Qingmu?"

Fang Li didn't have time to answer, before his eyes a flower, a boy's figure was already walking fast, and hurried to the other side of the playground.

Fu Songhua pulled Fang Li up and chased after him, shouting, "Hey, monitor, don't run so fast, wait for me!"

Li Zhiyong blushed and was about to step forward again when Liu Jun by his side caught him.

Liu Jun turned around, approached Ruan Qingmu, stared at him, and said in a gloomy voice: "Ruan, don't be arrogant. I won't move you in school, but when you leave the school gate, you can Be careful."

He is taller than Ruan Qingmu, the pimples on his face are approaching, and the impact in front of him is great.

Ruan Qingmu squinted her peach blossom eyes, glanced at him, suddenly turned her head, and waved her hand: "stay away from me, and replace Li Zhiyong, his face is not as disgusting as yours."

"Pff—" Several girls laughed.

Tang Tiantian didn't smile, she looked at Liu Jun's livid face, her heart pounding.

Sure enough, Liu Jun couldn't stand the provocation any longer, and threw his fists violently. Tang Tiantian kept watching nervously, rushed up in a hurry, and grabbed his hand.

"Don't fight, don't do it!…"

I raised my hand, the palm of my hand was slightly scratched, and a little blood oozing out.

Ruan Qingmu's always indifferent expression finally changed, he quickly stepped forward and helped Tang Tiantian: "How are you?"

Tang Tiantian endured the pain in his palm and shook his head: "It's alright, it's a little broken..."

Ruan Qingmu stood up and looked at Liu Jun steadily, when suddenly she stretched out her hand, the people around her only felt their eyes blurred, and then they fixed their eyes, Ruan Qingmu had already firmly grasped Liu Jun wrist.

Liu Jun struggled, but his expression changed. He gritted his teeth, his arms secretly strained, and he pulled back sharply.

The two of them didn't move much, but in this short moment, all the battles on the arms fell into the eyes of the people next to them.

The blue veins on Liu Jun's forehead were jumping, and the muscles on Ruan Qingmu's exposed forearm were bulging. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he pulled Liu Jun's trembling arm back little by little, his eyes A flash of anger.

"Outside of school, right?" He said lightly, "I haven't decided whether to trouble you or not. Since you are impatient, come and make an appointment now."

Liu Jun only felt a sharp pain in his wrist, the place where Ruan Qingmu was holding it tightly was like it was about to be broken, he suddenly stretched out his other hand, raised his hand and thought Hit: "I'll slap you..."

Ruan Qingmu flicked her shoulders and avoided his attack.

He stretched out his other hand like lightning, pinched the neck of Liu Jun opposite him, and pushed back suddenly!

Liu Jun was pushed back and forth again and again by him, unable to control his steps, he retreated to the basketball hoop a few meters behind, making a loud "bang".

Ruan Qingmu's thin and white wrist was like a small iron pincer, she didn't leave Liu Jun's neck for a moment, and squeezed it hard.

"It's okay to not make an appointment outside the school. Today, the new account and the old account will be calculated together."

"Ah!" The people next to her exclaimed and spread out a few steps back in horror.

Liu Jun was suddenly strangled by the neck, punching and kicking like crazy, but Ruan Qingmu, who was thin and thin, for some reason, dodged left and right, Liu Jun punched and kicked Almost never fell on him.

Looking at Liu Jun's face again, it was already blood red.

The people next to Bai Jing were stunned.

Bai Jing and the others held Ruan Qingmu, Li Zhiyong and the others went to rescue Liu Jun, the boys shouted in a mess: "Calm down, calm down, don't fight..."

"Oops, a basketball, we don't play anymore, give it to you!"

In the chaos, Ruan Qingmu stood still, her fingers still stuck tightly on Liu Jun's neck, and the sneer on her lips grew bigger and bigger.

During the pulling of several boys, he remained motionless, and even got closer to Liu Jun, his voice was dark and soft: "By the way, you are not telling people behind your back that my dad is a murderer. Are you guilty? Then guess whether I dare to kill you?"

Liu Jun was originally in a rage, but after listening to these words, looking at Ruan Qingmu's cold eyes, her body became cold, and her strength seemed to have suddenly disappeared.

"Ruan Qingmu!" A low and urgent voice suddenly sounded, especially clear in the noisy crowd.

Immediately afterwards, an arm was tightly placed on Ruan Qingmu's shoulder with a strong force.

Ruan Qingmu slowly turned her head, looked at the tall and handsome young man in front of her, and then looked at the shoulders she was caught on.

Qin Yuan was sweating finely on his forehead. He only glanced at Liu Jun, whose eyes were turned white, and his brows twitched slightly.

His hand slowly exerted force, and his voice was very deep: "Let go, don't be impulsive."

The anger hidden deep in Ruan Qingmu's eyes finally dissipated.

He looked at Qin Yuan and smiled harmlessly: "Okay."

The hand he had been holding on Liu Jun's neck finally released, and the boys next to him stared blankly at the two people surrounded by the center, and fell into a strange silence.

Ruan Qingmu's arm, I don't know when Liu Jun caught a few wounds, and Liu Jun coughed violently while covering his throat. A few Wuqing handprints!

Is that Ruan Qingmu pinching it out?

Also, in the noise just now, did he say that his father was a murderer? …