My old enemy from my previous life shared a bedroom with me

The next day's science comprehensive test took half a day, three hours.

There was no class scheduled in the afternoon, and each class made use of the gaps, and a set of papers was handed out, and the students sat in the classroom obediently, burying their heads in the questions.

In the administrative building, the teachers of the second year of high school are also working hard to correct the new papers.

The grade director sent the latest statistical table in the work group: "Every class teacher, take a look. There are now 38 students in the physics competition class, 32 students in chemistry, and 30 students in biology. The specific list is below. Let's see if there are any omissions." .”

While grading the papers, Old Jane glanced at the computer, saw the bottom, and sighed inwardly.

The grade leader looked at him meaningfully across two tables: "Mr. Jian, there are only two people in the whole grade who have signed up for three competition classes, one is Qin Yuan from the Peiyou class, and the other is from your class. .”

The teachers who were correcting the papers all raised their heads in surprise, "What's going on?"

Someone looked at the computer curiously: "Oh, it's really Class 9——Ruan Qingmu? Who is this?"

Old Jane's forehead was a little sweaty: "Hahaha, well... It's a good thing for students to be self-motivated."

The teaching content of the competition class is extremely difficult, and the progress is ahead of schedule. The main focus is not the college entrance examination at all, but the extra points and recommendation for self-enrollment.

They are afraid that students will be afraid of difficulties, so they set a tone early, and specially encourage students with good grades to apply bravely, and they also released the tone of "as long as you sign up, you will be able to get in".

One of the tenets of the reform of the class system is "freedom to choose classes and adjust at any time". Now that there are really poor students who have signed up, is it possible to drive them away?

Just as he was talking, someone knocked on the office door, and a thin young man leaned lazily on the door with a cane: "Report teacher, I'm here."

It was Ruan Qingmu.

Old Jane hurriedly asked him to come in and sit down, and pondered for a while: "The teacher came to ask you about this."

He pointed to the class selection list in front of him. On the top, Ruan Qingmu's one was clearly in his eyes. Among the options for the three sub-subjects, "competition class" was arrogantly ticked.

Ruan Qingmu looked at it: "Oh, if the grades are not up to standard, you can't get in, right? It's okay, I'll report it casually."

Old Jane quickly comforted her: "No, no, it's a good thing that you have such determination. We will never reject any student who has high standards and strict demands on us!"

When this child entered the school, his grades were in the middle, and he fell to the back row after a year. Now that he has finally become self-motivated, even if he is overwhelmed, he must not be discouraged.

"It's a great thing that you can stand up suddenly." Old Jane patted his shoulder excitedly, "The teacher will definitely support you, but I also have some suggestions, you might as well listen to them."

"Teacher, say it."

Lao Jian sincerely persuaded: "Let's go to the competition class. After all, the progress is a bit difficult. If you sprint to the competition class all at once, I'm afraid you will struggle a bit at the beginning."

Ruan Qingmu looked at him, her eyes were dark and bright: "Ah, yes."

"I think it's better for us to apply for the flight for all three courses. Do you think it makes sense?"

Ruan Qingmu nodded sincerely: "Well, it makes sense."

Old Jane cheered up: "Then—"

Ruan Qingmu smiled slightly and interrupted him: "But I still want to go to the competition class."

Old Jane: "..."

"Teacher, I feel that I wasted a year, and I regret it very much. If I don't give myself a harsh and high-pressure environment, I am afraid that I will be useless from now on."

Ruan Qingmu was sitting upright, looking at the teacher with clear and clean eyes, as if with a little melancholy and a sense of loss: "Teacher, give me a chance. I will work hard. I want to prove that I can also become a classmate like Qin Yuan." people."

Old Jane: "..."

A group of teachers with their ears pricked up: "..."

This classmate is amazing, I'm afraid it's not because he misunderstood someone like Qin Yuan.

Old Jane almost couldn't catch his breath, so he had to save the country from other ways: "That's right, I found that your Chinese score can be improved, why don't we focus on improving this subject?"

He clicked on the paper on the table: "Look, I noticed a question, the score is very strange, do you like ancient Chinese and ancient poetry?"

All the knowledge points of ancient Chinese are full marks, but when it comes to the modern part, it is full of mistakes, which is quite obvious.

Ruan Qingmu looked at him with clear eyes: "Yes, I like our ancient culture."

Old Jane immediately became happy. Middle school students, especially young girls, many of them like ancient poems, which is common.

"Then what do you like?" He looked at the scumbag classmate kindly, and the more he looked at him, the more he felt that the child had beautiful features and a pleasing smile.

"Poetry, poetry, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, I like a little bit." Ruan Qingmu replied very respectfully.

"Hahaha!" Old Jane was happy, "Come on, come on, recite a song you like, I'll listen to it."

Ruan Qingmu blinked: "Ah, I also like 'full boat with red sleeve moves, laughing and throwing Sipa. Rafting on the river, the tent is the same as Xiaoyao'."

The grade leader not far away spouted out a mouthful of wolfberry and chrysanthemum tea with a "poof".

Old Jane's face turned dark, and he stretched out his hand to pat his head: "Don't read those third-rate online novels, what's full of red-sleeve tricks, read more about Li Bai, Du Fu, Wang Wei, and Bai Juyi!"

Several teachers laughed together, and Old Jane waved her hands helplessly: "Alright then, the teacher understands your determination, go ahead and go."

……

One day later, the results of the pilot shift system came out, and the brand-new class schedule and timetable were posted on the bulletin boards of each class.

Early in the morning, students from all classes crowded around the bulletin board, noisily surrounding to watch the division of sub-subjects.

"Oh, there are so few people in the competition class, there are only thirty or so people."

"Boss Qin really reported all three subjects, tsk tsk."

"If you beat me to death, I won't go to the competition class. Thirty top students are in a small classroom, doing competition questions together every day. Thinking about it will make you suffocate, okay?"

"Yes, the feeling of being about to die." A bunch of scumbags resolutely agreed.

Suddenly, someone finally discovered something was wrong.

"Hey? Is it my eyesight? Is there anyone else who signed up for the competition class in all three subjects?"

The students in the back couldn't squeeze in, and they all shouted: "Who the hell? Who is so arrogant?"

"Is it Li Jianquan, the school committee member of Class 2 of the selective class?"

At the front, several shocked voices sounded at the same time: "No, our Class 9..."

What a fucking long face.

……

On the first day of the pilot class, all the students were very excited.

Experiment No. [-] Middle School is the first time to do this kind of pilot. The school's academic affairs office is even more nervous than the students. On the first afternoon, the teachers even arrived at the door of each classroom ahead of time, holding the new rosters and checking them one by one.

In the physics competition class, a group of students sat together excitedly and chatted enthusiastically.

There were two original training classes, which included the top 1 students in the total score when they entered the school in the first year of senior high school. Now those who apply for the competition class are all students from these two classes, either Class 2 or Class [-]. know each other.

The physics teacher is a little old lady, surnamed Li, short and fat, with a serious bun, and is recognized by the whole school as a famous physics teacher.

The class bell rang, and the little old lady stood majesticly on the podium, looking around the audience: "How are you going to sit? I won't deliberately line up. The short ones should go forward, and the tall ones should be conscious and sit back. If you are nearsighted, raise your hand, and I will move to the front."

The thirty or so top students were obedient and obedient, and immediately took the initiative to fine-tune it. At the end of the crowd, a boy with a stern expression sat in the back row without moving. It was Qin Yuan.

He is considered tall among boys, 183 centimeters when he was a sophomore in high school, and his eyesight is 5.3, the highest grade. He also took the initiative to sit at the back in the original class.

A boy with glasses as thick as the bottom of a wine bottle raised his hand: "Teacher, I..."

Mrs. Li nodded: "Sit forward."

That boy was the original school committee member of Peiyou Class 2, named Li Jianquan, the famous Wannian second child, the one who was crushed by Qin Yuan's total score by dozens of points all the year round.

He glanced at Qin Yuan behind him, his face flushed: "No, I want to sit next to classmate Qin Yuan! I want to make progress with him and ask him about his learning methods."

Mrs. Li was about to nod, but someone knocked on the front door of the classroom: "Report, I'm sorry I'm late."

A classmate from class 9 stood at the door, without the consciousness of a poor student at all, with a smile on his face: "Teacher, I also want to sit next to classmate Qin Yuan, is that okay?"

A group of academic masters: "..."

Are there still classes 1 and 2 of Peiyou in this class? ?

Mrs. Li looked at his crutches, and the words of scolding for being late blocked her throat.

"All right, all right, sit wherever you want." She stood on the podium and began to speak proudly, "In our class, every student who comes in thinks about the competition trophy, which is very good."

Thirty people are all top students. Once they concentrate on listening to the lecture, they are so quiet that it is scary. She supported the podium with satisfaction: "I have taught physics for 30 years, and every class of students participates in physics competitions. I am the one who leads the competition. I have confidence In our class, we continue to teach a large number of students who can win trophies, how about we make a big success this year?"

The following group of elementary school tyrants were said with enthusiasm: "Good! Good start!"

"What's the provincial award, we want the national award!"

Ruan Qingmu looked at the excited faces around her, then at her empty desk, moved her body close to the curtain, and quietly hid half of her body inside.

In the first class in the afternoon, I get sleepy too easily.

As soon as I closed my eyes, a very low voice sounded beside my ear, pleasant and cold: "Where are your textbooks?"

Ruan Qingmu opened her eyes and looked at the familiar face at the table next to her.

With sharp eyebrows and phoenix eyes, the pupils are sharp and bright. When looking at people, they are always polite and well-bred, but they are cold and distant.

Tsk, it's still the same as in the previous life, it seems that if you talk a few more words with this crooked way of him, you will be blacked out and damage your chivalry.

"No more." He yawned.

Qin Yuan frowned and looked at him.

Mrs. Li's voice was loud: "My idea is, before the end of October, I will finish the content of this semester's textbooks, and then I will get all the knowledge points of the college entrance examination in November, and the next training will be all preparations for the competition..."

Qin Yuan sat up straight, looking directly at the teacher on the stage, but for the first time, during class, he lost his mind.

It seems that in the cross-class group, people from class 9 said that Ruan Qingmu's textbooks were torn up, is it true? ...

A scene at noon suddenly appeared in his mind, and the dinner plate, which looked like a monk's vegetarian meal, was shaking in front of his eyes, causing people to feel annoyed for no reason.

So, does this person have no money to buy new textbooks?

He suddenly stretched out his hand, threw his physics textbook on Ruan Qingmu's desk, and whispered, "Use this one first."

His voice was low, but the textbook was quite heavy, and when it fell on Ruan Qingmu's desk, he made a "gudong" sound, which was very clear in the silent classroom.

On the podium, Mrs. Li's attention was suddenly attracted, and she saw Ruan Qingmu raise her head sleepily, and shouted: "What are you playing, the sound is so loud!"

Ruan Qingmu was completely confused: "?"

Mrs. Li called solemnly: "Come on, give me an answer, how to solve the second half of this question?"

Ruan Qingmu: "...No."

"I don't want to listen!" Mrs. Li hated iron for being weak, "If I don't learn by myself, at least be quiet and stop making strange noises!"

Ruan Qingmu: "Oh, good teacher."

While the old lady was turning around to write on the blackboard, he lowered his head and tore off a small note, wrote a few words hastily, put it in the physics textbook, and quickly threw it on Qin Yuan's desk.

Qin Yuan gave him a cold look and opened the note.

"If I don't attend lectures, I won't waste textbooks."

Qin Yuan frowned a few times, replied under the note, and delivered the textbook with a cold face.

Li Jianquan, the school committee member of Class 2 next to him, secretly glanced at them, as if a little mouse was scratching in his heart: What the hell are his idol Qin Xueba and that scumbag from Class 9 doing!

Why does Mr. Qin not listen to lectures in class, do you like to pass notes?

The question is what can I chat with a scumbag, and what can I say after class? ...

Ruan Qingmu opened the note speechlessly, and looked at the line above: "What are you doing here if you don't attend class?"

The handwriting is sharp and beautiful, scribbled, but with a faint style, clearly visible. .

Ruan Qingmu looked at the handwriting carefully for a while, then suddenly smiled.

In his previous life, he had only seen this person's handwriting once, and it was still on the letterhead of the appointment.

This is how the pen is like a knife, sharp and awe-inspiring.

He casually took the note out of the textbook, stuffed it into his trouser pocket, and then turned his head away.

The sun was shining brightly, shining on his almost transparent white side face, with faint golden glints on the young man's fine hair.

What are you doing if you don't attend class?

The corners of his mouth curled up into a half-smile, and he answered silently with his mouth.

Although there was no sound, Qin Yuan understood the sentence clearly because he spoke slowly.

"Come to see you."

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