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

In the classroom of Peiyou Class 1, most people sat quietly in their seats, doing exercises and homework for various subjects today.

There were more than 20 minutes before the end of evening self-study, Fu Songhua finally rubbed his wrist and put down his pen.

"Oh my god, Elder Sister Qu is crazy, she can die of exhaustion just doing her math papers."

The math teacher in their Peiyou class is surnamed Qu, she talks and does things in a hurry, and she is ruthless when assigning homework. The students respect and fear her.

The boy next to him asked enviously, "Are you finished? I'm not finished yet."

Fu Songhua showed off proudly: "That is, I am the top ten in my grade and the top five in my class."

He turned his head and reached out to grab the homework on Qin Yuan's desk: "This student who is the first in grade, check the answer for me."

You don't need to look, you know that this one has already finished.

Qin Yuan didn't look up, his eyebrows were lowered, and the screen of the mobile phone in his hand was on.

Fu Songhua glanced over, a little strange: "Hey, boss, do you watch the QQ group? You don't usually like to watch it."

Qin Yuan clasped his backhand, quickly turned the phone over, and said lightly, "Just take a look."

Fu Songhua didn't think much about it, took a few assignments and thought about the different places for a while, and corrected them.

While he was working hard on changing the question, a boy behind him suddenly yelled in a low voice: "Ouch, that soft balsa wood is making trouble again!"

Fu Songhua was taken aback, then turned his head: "Can he stop for a while?"

Several boys asked one after another: "What? What happened to the trash from Class 9?"

Last time in the large group, that guy had just scolded him severely. Class 1 was originally united, and both boys and girls supported the class leader. Everyone disliked this provocative foreign class scum.

The boy was watching the excitement, fearing that something might happen, and yelled: "Class 9 just had a class meeting, and he jumped out to run for the sports committee, pushing Liu Jun down!"

"Damn, are you so coquettish? How did you do it!"

"It was said that he stood up and fought with Liu Jun on the spot, and said, 'Whoever annoys him chooses me, and whoever annoys me chooses him' - I was so lucky! Then their class voted anonymously on the spot, and he won with a high number of votes."

Fu Songhua was taken aback, and hurriedly asked: "Why! What is he capable of?"

The boys in class 1 were also surprised: "Yes, the cripple is the sports committee, are the people in class 9 crazy?"

"I don't know if the people in their class are crazy or not. Liu Jun is probably mad with anger. He is super tyrannical. If he is robbed of his class like this, he will be convinced."

When it was almost time for evening self-study, everyone's enthusiasm for gossip was all ignited, and they got together to discuss intensely.

After a while, all kinds of gossip came back.

"Oh, it's amazing! On the spot, Liu Jun only got 30 votes, and Ruan Qingmu got more than [-] votes!"

"That's right, I drew the orthographic characters on the blackboard when I was talking about the tickets, and seeing Ruan Qingmu's tickets go up slowly, Liu Jun's face turned green."

Suddenly, a girl held a mobile phone and whispered: "Wow, there is a girl in their class who secretly took a video!"

The girls around her all leaned over curiously: "What video?"

The speaker of the mobile phone was turned on, but the sound was still low. The girls around there didn't look at it for a while, and suddenly they all let out a burst of surprise.

"Wow, kind of handsome!"

"It doesn't seem so annoying anymore, hahaha."

Fu Songhua's heart was itchy, and he yelled over there: "Hey, what is it? You girls send it to us too."

The girl pursed her lips and transferred the small video to the class group.

Most of the top students in class 1 are well-behaved, and many of them didn't bring their mobile phones when they went to self-study. Now they all get together and start the video curiously.

The angle is very off, it looks like it was taken secretly with a mobile phone, the picture is aimed at the podium, and there is a thin boy standing on it, it is Ruan Qingmu!

And behind him is the number of votes that have already been sung, 31 votes are the best, which is very conspicuous.

He stood there without any self-consciousness of a scumbag, and looked down with a careless expression.

On one side, the quiet Qin Yuan sat alone, silently opening the class QQ group.

In the screen, Liu Jun's companion shouted from behind: "We don't accept it! How can a cripple be a sports committee? Isn't it good to choose sports?"

Ruan Qingmu on the podium raised her head and glanced over there indifferently: "Oh, I used to be lame, but now I'm almost healed."

"Just because your legs are good doesn't mean you're good at sports!"

Ruan Qingmu smiled, a little casually, "I won't say much about my inauguration speech, but just say one thing - anyone who is not convinced can still come to fight now."

The camera zoomed in, and the girl who was obviously taking a sneak shot quietly shifted the focus.

The boy in front of the podium lowered his head, found a piece of red chalk on the podium, and slowly daubed it on the fingers of his right hand.

The students in Class 1 watching the video were a little confused: "What is he going to do?"

Just when everyone was surprised, the young man with exquisite eyebrows and drooping black hair turned around.

In the eyes of everyone, he jumped up suddenly.

With his slender arms stretched out, his jumping figure was like a flash of lightning, and he jumped heavily on the edge of the blackboard!

Raising his white wrist, several bright red fingerprints appeared on the snow-white wall.

Chalk crumbs fell one after another, small but flamboyant.

In the camera, the young man turned around and smiled lightly: "People like me have always convinced others with virtue and never engage in fighting. Come on, whoever is one millimeter taller than me, I will give way. Don't say anything else."

There was a commotion and exclamation in the video, and a whisper was recorded in the loudspeaker.

"That's high! How did he jump?"

"Ahhh, so handsome..."

Video stopped.

In the self-study room of Class 1, the boys gathered together were all stunned. They raised their heads almost at the same time and looked at the blackboard of their own class.

Behind the crowd, Qin Yuan also raised his head and stared at somewhere on the blackboard with deep eyes.

"Damn, at this height...can you grab a rebound?" Someone murmured.

"I just want to ask, is he crippled? Is there a spring on this leg?"

A boy turned his head and asked Fu Songhua: "Hey, Sports Commission, can you jump so high?"

Fu Songhua pulled back the progress bar in a daze, stared at Ruan Qingmu's movement from jumping to touching the wall, and watched it again and again, then suddenly turned his head and asked in a low voice: "Boss, have you watched the video?"

Qin Yuan raised his head: "Huh?"

Fu Songhua lowered his voice: "What do you think? With this jumping height, the two of us in Class 1 are probably the only ones who can do it?"

Qin Yuan glanced at him lightly: "Are you sure you can do it?"

Fu Songhua gritted his teeth, and smashed the table unconvinced: "Fuck, I still don't believe it!"

……

The students who finished their evening self-study had almost left. In the corridor, a group of boys ran out of the classroom of Class 1, sneaking towards Class 9.

Fu Songhua held Qin Yuan's arm in his hand and pulled it forward desperately: "Squad leader, come on, let's go and have a look, just take a look!"

In the classroom of Class 9, the two remaining duty students straightened up, almost shivering from the crowd rushing in like locusts.

People from Class 1?Walking in front, isn't it the man of the year in high school who is more handsome than the university bully Qin Yuan, and the male peacock sports committee in his class?

The boys in Class 1 crowded around the podium, and exclaimed, "Damn! It's really tall!"

A tall boy jumped up and touched it, and when he got down to look, his face was flushed.

It's still a long way from those fingerprints!

Amidst the laughter, someone shouted: "We don't need to be ashamed, old master!"

Fu Songhua complied triumphantly, rushed up to the podium, and looked up.

Really arrogant, a few red handprints on the snow-white wall are clearly printed on it.

He reached out to pick up the red chalk, painted on his fingertips as usual, took a breath, and jumped up suddenly.

With a "snap", the palm hit the right side of the original palm print, and landed firmly.

Looking up, he was almost so angry that he jumped up again.It's actually a little lower than Ruan Qingmu's finger prints!

"Hahahaha old Fu can't do it! It's too empty." A group of boys laughed wildly.

Fu Songhua was in a hurry: "Damn it, who do you think can't do it?"

He is a full 184 cm tall. Among the sophomore boys of the same age, he is definitely tall and fit, and his long legs are also a cool model proportion.

He is not only the sports committee member of their class 1, but also the main player of the school basketball team. He usually grabs rebounds everywhere on the court, but now he can't jump as high as a little lame?

He rubbed his hands, stood on the edge of the podium again, brewed for a long time, and suddenly took off again.

"Snapped!"

This time, the one next to Ruan Qingmu was finally a few centimeters away.

Fu Songhua breathed a sigh of relief, and cried out inwardly.

"See, you've covered this kid's cap!" He proudly pointed at it.

"Oh oh oh, old Fu Niubi! Old Fu is great!"

Amidst the laughter of the boys, Qin Yuan, who had been standing behind, stretched out his hand and pushed aside the crowd.

There was no expression on his face. The light directly above the podium shone on his stern eyebrows, casting a shadow on the tall nose bridge below.

The noisy boys around fell silent.

In the silence, Qin Yuan swipe the chalk with his fingertips, bend his knees, bounce, get up!

His well-articulated palm landed a centimeter or two higher than that of Fu Songhua next to him, but it completely covered the earliest fingerprints of Ruan Qingmu.

At the same time, the fingerprints are scattered and overlapped, like ten fingers clasped together, intimate.

……

"Wow, the boss is really awesome!"

"Squad leader Saigao, the squad leader is [-] meters tall!"

"Old Fu has been suppressed, and he is still only worthy of carrying shoes for the squad leader, hahahahaha..."

Fu Songhua wasn't annoyed at all, and bared his snow-white teeth with joy: "That must be done, our boss suppresses me, I am convinced!"

Amid the triumphant laughter of a group of boys, Qin Yuan looked at Fu Songhua.

His voice was very soft, but his expression was a little strange: "We both lost."

Fu Songhua's face was a little red, and he snorted.

He raised his head guiltily and looked at the handprints again.

Qin Yuan's words are correct, subtracting height from touching height is the real jumping height.Counting the height factor, their jumping ability is only half the same as that of Ruan Qingmu.

What's more, that monster still has injuries on his feet.

In the last row, two duty students from class 9 looked at each other and shouted tremblingly: "What are you doing? If you pollute the wall of our class again, we will report to the teacher!"

Fu Songhua shrank his neck: "Okay, let's go."

A group of boys ran out again like a tornado, and the two on-duty students wanted to cry without tears. Looking at the red handprints on the top of the blackboard, one of them took out his mobile phone and "clicked" to take a photo.

"What are you doing, are you really going to sue?" The classmate next to him asked in a low voice, "Don't mess with them, that's the boss of Class 1."

The boy who took the photo gritted his teeth: "Who dares to sue, I'm telling Ruan Qingmu and the others to be careful."

"Ah, what are you on guard against?"

The boy shouted excitedly: "Have you seen "The Legend of Condor Heroes"?"

The classmate on the opposite side was at a loss: "There are several editions, which edition do you mean?"

"It doesn't matter which version it is, it's just that female devil Li Mochou! When Li Mochou wanted to kill people all over the house, that's how she came and left bloody handprints. Don't you understand what that means?!"

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The author has something to say: Little Master: I just got off Naiheqiao Airport, thank you for the invitation.

——Traveling into this world, eyes are darkened, I really don't know who Li Mochou is, is lightness kung fu good?

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