Sharing the Dorm with the Enemy from Previous Life

In the dead of night, the dorm manager took a flashlight, checked the room for the last time, and yawned back to the duty room.

Ruan Qingmu was lying on the upper bunk in the quadruple room, and the snoring of the boys quickly sounded around him. He pricked his ears and listened to three different breathing rates.

He quietly got up, got out of bed, took something from the cabinet, and slipped out the door.

Climbing the stairs, he ran to the first floor in a hurry, and stood at the door of 106 familiarly.

The gap by the window, as in the past, was tightly blocked by a thick sheet.

Qin Yuan sat at the table and looked back at him quietly.

Ruan Qingmu locked the door, sat down and coughed softly: "I'm sorry, I'll bother you once."

Qin Yuan's eyes fell on the bag he was holding, and he raised his eyebrows: "What?"

Ruan Qingmu opened the bag and took out the delicate little lamp: "I brought it down again, and there is no chance to use it upstairs."

After taking it away from 106, it has been lying quietly in his cabinet, never seeing the light of day.

During self-study at night, he took the initiative to send a WeChat message to Qin Yuan, cheekily asked if he could come to 106 to disturb him at night, Qin Yuan quickly agreed.

The appointment was to turn off the lights and round the room, and sure enough, Qin Yuan was already waiting.

"I'll lend you a place to write something. Go to bed and turn off the light. I'll dim the desk light."

Qin Yuan spread out the exercise book in front of him: "No, I have to do it too."

Ruan Qingmu said "oh", turned on the lamp, and the familiar warm yellow light shone on the table between the two, warm and quiet.

He took out his mobile phone embarrassingly, found another blank workbook, and started writing to the draft document on his mobile phone.

It was almost eleven o'clock, his handwriting was scribbled, he quickly finished writing an article, and started to start again.

Qin Yuan glanced lightly, then looked away.

It was repeated several times, until Ruan Qingmu quickly opened the third article, and he couldn't bear it any longer: "...You are also responsible for the submission of the sports meeting? Is this also your business?"

Ruan Qingmu yawned: "Our class's publicity committee... Forget it."

Tang Tiantian came seriously in the afternoon and showed him a few manuscripts, saying that they were for the broadcasting station of the sports meeting, and mysteriously said that if a manuscript was selected, it would give the class total score Add 1 point, you must not give up this small position.

He almost vomited after reading a few lines. What is "the autumn wind blows, the drums beat, the boys from class 9 fly on the field", what is "the flag of class 9 is hunting and flying, and the most proud of winning achievements" - if this can be selected, the teachers of the Youth League Committee and the people of the broadcasting station will be collectively blinded. .

Qin Yuan's face was light, and he brushed the exercises and brushed by himself, and suddenly said, "You take good care of the publicity committee of your class."

The pen in Ruan Qingmu's hand stopped and turned to look at him: "No?"

"No?" Qin Yuan's handsome face became more and more indifferent, "Blackboard newspapers do their best to cover everything, and now they are still writing promotional drafts."

Ruan Qingmu slowly leaned back, tilted her head, and looked at him with a half-smile: "Actually... our squad leader came to discuss with me."

Qin Yuan's back straightened.

The little monitor of class 9 is soft and glutinous. He had a meeting together before, and he was really cute.

"Oh, no wonder." He suddenly reached out and moved the small lamp toward him, ignoring Ruan Qingmu.

Ruan Qingmu looked at the lamp in surprise, and suddenly smiled.

He leaned forward and lay on the table, looking at Qin Yuan sideways: "Tsk tsk."

Half of Qin Yuan's face was covered with a warm orange light, his slender neck was stalked, and he did not turn his head.

Ruan Qingmu moved her arms over, still lying on her stomach, looking at him more closely from below.

"Since you have volunteered to be a sports committee member, then you should take your own responsibilities—" he said slowly, "I don't know who was so angry at the beginning. mine?"

Qin Yuan slowly turned his head, his handsome and handsome face was stunned for a moment: "What I said... What's wrong?"

"So, you should talk about it." Ruan Qingmu lost her smile and approached him, "Whose word am I fighting for?"

In the neat bedroom, it was unusually quiet.

Qin Yuan stared at him blankly for a while, before he seemed to understand what he said.

Then, where the root of the ear and the side of the face are connected, the blush expands a little bit.

His thin eyelids drooped, and most of the light in the phoenix eyes was hidden. Then he stretched out his hand and picked up a few drafts written on Ruan Qingmu's desk.

"The words are ugly." He said softly, "The people at the broadcasting station can't read it at all."

Ruan Qingmu stretched out her hand to grab it, her face fierce and cold: "Of course someone will transcribe it for me."

"Who? That propaganda committee member or your squad leader?" Qin Yuan raised his arms high, avoiding his scramble.

Ruan Qingmu jumped up suddenly, flew over and pressed him: "You control me!"

Skin is hot.

Qin Yuan silently looked at the pair of black pupils nearby, and his breathing gradually became thicker.

It seems that they are afraid of disturbing the other party.

Looking at Ruan Qingmu's rapidly trembling eyelashes, Qin Yuan turned his head suddenly, his voice a little hoarse: "Don't need them, I'll transcribe it for you."

…

He stood up, opened his locker, and took out a thin laptop.

"You write yours, and I'll type it out for you." He started to turn on the computer, "When the time comes, take the printed manuscript to the broadcasting station, and the probability of being selected is higher."

Ruan Qingmu looked at him blankly: "How can you hide this in the bedroom?"

In order to prevent students from playing large games, the school does not allow students to bring computers.

"Who hid it? The teacher in the computer practice class helped me apply, and I will participate in the computer programming competition next semester." Qin Yuan looked at the battery level, "It's no problem to type a few documents. "

Ruan Qingmu hesitated for a while: "You better go to bed, it's almost twelve o'clock."

Qin Yuan did not speak any more, picked up his manuscript on his own, and began to tap the keyboard skillfully.

Beating, he stopped and looked at Ruan Qingmu.

"You..." He hesitated, "Aren't you a little too shameless?"

Ruan Qingmu poked her head, looked at the manuscript, and shrugged casually: "Well, when I wrote it, I vomited twice."

Qin Yuan sighed: "This is the first time I see myself written like this."

"You have to endure, I will make an article later, about my heroic appearance on the 1500-meter field."

Ruan Qingmu opened her mouth wide and yawned twice, her eyes were a little red from sleepiness: "I've handed in the list, I'm not afraid to tell you - I applied for four items, 100 meters, 400 meters hurdles, high jump, and 1,500 meters."

After thinking about it, he raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean? You also reported 1500 meters?"

Qin Yuan gave him a deep look, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes: "Yes, see you on the field."

Ruan Qingmu glared at him, and suddenly laughed softly. Putting his head down, he quickly moved his pen like flying, and not long after tore another page of the workbook in his hand, and handed it to Qin Yuan.

"Can you make a copy of this, thank you."

Qin Yuan looked down at the title of the promotional draft: "…"

"I like to see Class 9 win the championship again, and the good news of the game is frequent! - A small note on the wonderful moments of the 1500-meter runway".

Qin Yuan took a deep breath, and his teeth were suddenly itchy: "I bet, if I win first, this manuscript will be given to our class for free."

Ruan Qingmu looked at him with a smile, and nodded arrogantly with her slightly thin chin: "Yes."

In the quiet night, the time on the notebook showed that it was half past two in the middle of the night.

Ruan Qingmu's head sank a little bit, and finally hit the table with a "gudong" sound.

He had a headache, but he was so sleepy that he groaned and lay down on the table.

There was a rustling around, as if someone climbed on the bed and then got off.

In my ear, a clear and slightly magnetic voice whispered: "Go to bed and make the bed for you."

Ruan Qingmu struggled to raise her head, forgetting where she was for a while, following the little ladder she was used to climbing these days, she stumbled onto the bed, and soon fell asleep .

Qin Yuan stood under the bed ladder, stretched out his hand, and protected him until he climbed onto the bed safely, then returned to the table and sat down.

He stretched out his hand and dimmed the light of the small desk lamp again, only the last small circle of light halo remained, shining on the keyboard of the notebook.

His slender fingers beat on the keyboard, and lines of characters flashed quickly on the screen.

…

At the end of September, the sky is high and the clouds are far away, and the sky is blue.

On the playground of Experiment 3 Middle School, colorful flags were fluttering, and groups of phalanxes stood under the stands.

The phalanx of each class just finished walking, Ruan Qingmu held the class sign in her hand and stood at the front of the 9th class with a look of hopelessness.

I'm so **** regretful that I want to hit the wall, is the sports committee a human?

Not only have to lead the whole class in the square, but also have to shout slogans, salute the teacher's seat, and pose with the classmates, none of which can be missing.

I blame him too. I agreed without insisting for a while. When I did it, I felt embarrassed. Old Jane is also a big heart. A face of chrysanthemum.

The principal's uninspired voice floated in the loudspeaker: "Experiment 3 Middle School officially started this autumn sports meeting, here, on behalf of all teachers, I wish you all good results, sweat and shine Now, disband on the spot!"

The passionate "March of Athletes" was immediately picked up, accompanied by the sweet voice of the girls at the school broadcasting station: "Dear classmates, athletes who are ready to go, hello everyone, now, please the following Athletes of the project will report to the relevant venue immediately, thank you."

The phalanx of each class was scattered, and they gathered around the sports committee of their own class. Some classes were clearly disciplined and well organized. Athletes should report to report, and students who do not have events are responsible for logistics. well organized.

Senior High School Peiyou Class 1 is obviously such a model. Fu Songhua is wearing a very spirited sportswear and holding the schedule in his hand.

"Come on, Da Liu, you guys go to buy water and snacks, Feng Juan and your group of girls don't move here, wait for them to come back and then send water, Lu Lianyi, you go 100 meters and 200 meters first. Wait over there at Mi, cheering for our class in the preliminary round."

Not too many girls from class 1 signed up, so she agreed delicately: "Don't worry, the sports committee, we are waiting to see your long jump and high jump. When are you going?"

Fu Songhua proudly raised his chest: "There is a long jump in the morning, and a high jump in the afternoon, remember to help me take more photos, want all kinds of moments! Volley, take off, horizontal on the railing, mid-air of!"

"I know, you are so disgusting." A boy screamed, "I'll shoot you ten times."

Fu Songhua looked around, and suddenly whispered to a boy: "Do something for me, run around later, and monitor the situation of Class 9."

Qin Yuan stood on the other side and looked up at him: "Why, now you know how to take precautions?"

Fu Songhua scratched his head: "Ordinarily there is nothing to guard against, I inquired, and their class can only fight Liu Jun and Li Zhiyong, but those two idiots did not participate, hahahaha."

"Then you want to monitor them again?" Qin Yuan was indifferent.

"I don't know what to do, I always think that Ruan Qingmu will do something wrong, and I feel a little panic!"

The first few races in the morning were broadcast on the loudspeaker: "Please attend the preliminaries of the 100-meter sprint men's group in the first and second groups of high school, and gather at the registration point No. 2 in the east playground, thank you all At the same time, there are also the men's discus and women's shot put preliminaries of the senior group. The men's and women's long jump of the senior two groups will start at nine o'clock..."

Fu Songhua jumped a few times high: "Monitor, then I'm going to prepare to report."

Qin Yuan said "um": "Go, leave it to me here."

He took the form he made by himself and looked at Lu Lianyi, the literary and art committee member in the class: "Excuse me, we are guaranteed to have our people on the sidelines of each project in our class, okay? "

Lu Lianyi smiled sweetly: "Don't worry, monitor, I will assign it."

Qin Yuan nodded: "The boys in 408 and 409, if they don't have a project, all go with the labor committee."

Someone must be responsible for logistics, let alone athletes, even ordinary students running around the field, and the supply of mineral water must be guaranteed; After running hard for a long time, when I turned around, there was not even a classmate by my side.

In class 9, Tang Tiantian looked at the sparse girls and was about to cry: "Sports committee, can it really work? No one cheers for the athletes at all."

Ruan Qingmu took off her school uniform, revealing the sports shorts and black sports vest inside, and raised her eyes lazily: "Why do you want to come on, just run by yourself."

He did a few stretches on the ground slowly, and then made another cut: "Anyway, you won't get the ranking."

Tang Tiantian's nose is wrinkled, and the small freckles on his face are about to turn red: "That's not what you said! There will be no one cheering on your side later..."

Ruan Qingmu waved her hand: "Hehe, I don't need it."

Tang Tiantian suddenly became discouraged: "Forget it, then, then I have to report myself."

Besides, there are not many boys left, Huang Ya and the others have already run away long ago, Ruan Qingmu walked slowly towards the 100 sprint venue, walking, walking, Slowly speed up.

And then, he began to run.

In the morning sun in early September, the breeze was blowing, and his figure was facing the direction of the sun, running like the wind, flying freely. …

The labor committee of class 1 brought a few boys, carrying boxes of mineral water and snacks, and transported them back to the area of ​​their class.

Mineral water is available in ice or at room temperature, and snacks are in a separate large box with expensive chocolate and yogurt piled up inside.

"The squad leader is very generous, hehe." The labor committee had no projects in the morning, so he took out the prepared plastic bags and actively packed them inside.

A plastic bag contains a bottle of water, a bottle of fruity yogurt, a bag of potato chips, a bag of energy bars, and a piece of premium chocolate for energy.

.

This is also the envy of other classes, who said they don't have a squad leader with a mine at home!

He brought a few boys to distribute things, and the girls next to them rushed to the arena with their things in an orderly manner. After a while, the results of the first batch of preliminary rounds came from the loudspeaker.

"Congratulations to the sophomore men's 100m runners. There are 40 athletes in five groups. The top eight have just been decided. One hour later, the final will be held, please at 9:50 Arriving on time, I wish them good grades in advance!"

Qin Yuan's hand suddenly stopped.

100 meters, the first project that Ruan Qingmu participated in.

Preliminary results are out.