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

Qin Yuan looked at his suddenly dazed face, reached out and picked up the backpack beside the seat, and handed it to Ruan Qingmu: "Don't ask anyone to borrow it again."

Ruan Qingmu was taken aback, and opened the backpack to see that there was a set of high school textbooks neatly inside.

Turn it over, it's old.

The owner obviously cherishes the textbook. Although there are many essays densely packed on it, it is not dirty, and there are no creases or smears.

"You... borrowed it for me?"

Qin Yuan said indifferently: "You said that there are two subjects that must be admitted to the top [-] of the whole grade."

Ruan Qingmu muttered lightly: "Oh, yes."

"Peiyou class has two science classes and one liberal arts class. There are a total of [-] people." Qin Yuan said with a blank expression, "The top [-] in the test is the lowest line of the Peiyou class."

Ruan Qingmu sighed: "Did I dig a hole for myself?"

Qin Yuan frowned lightly: "You don't need to get a top [-] in the exam, you have to be serious, even if you improve to the average score of the whole grade, it's good..."

Ruan Qingmu had a loose smile on her lips: "Stop, stop, I will do my best."...

In the evening self-study class, the students were writing hard and taking the time to do homework for each class.

After Fang Li finished his math, he turned his head to look at Ruan Qingmu behind him, and finally couldn't help it: "Well...don't you do your homework? It's due tomorrow."

Ruan Qingmu didn't raise her head, her eyes were fixed on the English textbook in front of her, her lips moved slightly, and after a while she suddenly raised her head: "Ah, what?"

Fang Li looked at his textbook curiously. He was reading English books and didn't do homework all night.

"Have you been memorizing words?"

Ruan Qingmu yawned sleepily: "Yes, the birdsong is really annoying."

He thought for a while, then handed the textbook to Fang Li: "You look for the vocabulary list after class, just ask around, and I'll see how much you remember."

Fang Li took the textbook hesitantly: "Which one?"

"The first ten texts, whatever."

Fang Li was slightly taken aback.

It's only been a week since school started, and the English teacher hasn't even finished two texts. If it's ten... is it because I previewed it at home during the summer vacation?

He randomly opened an article, picked out a few words, Ruan Qingmu rested his chin lazily, and opened his mouth to recite the words.

Not bad at all.

Fang Li changed another article, asked a few more questions, and was all right again.

"Ah, you are so good." Fang Li put down the book, a little envious, "I always forget it after memorizing it. You have completed the vocabulary of so many articles ahead of time."

Unexpectedly, a head popped up behind Ruan Qingmu, and Bai Jing leaned on his shoulder with a resentful face: "Brother Ruan, it's okay to be lame on the hospital bed during the summer vacation, you've already worked hard."

Ruan Qingmu suddenly fell to the side: "Don't scare people, okay?"

This is the last row of the classroom, where did this kid come from.

It's not good to change into this shell, all the lightness skills and ear power are gone, and at most there is only a light body and a healthy body.If it was in the past, there would be no reason why strangers would not be able to detect it if they were close, and they would have fallen over their shoulders and thrown people aside.

"I'm peeing, I came in from the back door." Bai Jing sat down on the edge of his chair, "Hey, what are you doing, student of the sports committee? Are you trying to grab the seat of the English class representative again?"

Ruan Qingmu sighed: "Today in the office, I told Lao Jian that I should improve my English and Chinese scores in the final exam."

With a sullen face, Liu Jun stood up suddenly, picked up his schoolbag and walked out, stretched out his foot and kicked the back door.

The evening self-study class was about to end, and the boys nearby had finished their homework, and when they saw Liu Jun leaving, they all rushed over.

Huang Ya gave Ruan Qingmu a thumbs up: "It's amazing, I have to improve two subjects at once, this duty can motivate people to go up!"

Ruan Qingmu looked at him sideways: "Would you like to go up together, I'll take you flying."

Huang Ya patted his chest: "Brother Ruan, if you call, we will respond, all right, you say a goal, let's work together!"

Already in the second year of high school, although they are all scumbags, after all, they all want to pass the second and third exams as much as possible, and no one will really break the pot.

Ruan Qingmu nodded: "Just top one hundred."

"I'm sick, there are only forty people in our class!"

Ruan Qingmu said casually: "Top [-] in the whole grade."

"Pfft—" Bai Jing, who had just screwed on the cup, spat out a mouthful of water.

He stretched out his hand and touched Ruan Qingmu's forehead: "Brother Ruan, don't you have a fever?"

Ruan Qingmu slapped his hand expressionlessly: "Familiarity is familiarity, if you try again, I will hit you like Liu Jun."

Huang Ya came over and stared at Ruan Qingmu suspiciously: "Brother Ruan, is it true that you said that the top [-] in the whole grade is true? If it is true, I will not fly with you, you can pull up yourself."

Ruan Qingmu glanced at him indifferently: "Really, it's not difficult."

The boy next to him looked at him and became more and more speechless.

Bai Jing suddenly asked furtively, "Brother Ruan, can I ask you something?"

Ruan Qingmu stared at him: "What?"

Bai Jing shyly said: "Please allow me to open a gambling post, betting on whether you can pass the final exam to the top [-] in your grade. Really, I will draw, and you will share the money."

The post about who will attack Ruan Qingmu first has basically been abolished. Due to the small-scale gathering of Class 1 and Class 9 at noon, the faction of "the boss of Class 1 destroys the soft balsa wood first" has collapsed thousands of miles, but "Liu Jun first destroys the soft wood" Balsa wood doesn't gain any ground either.

Seeing Liu Jun being beaten so hard that his face was covered in blood, who the hell would think that he could kill Ruan Qingmu?

Ruan Qingmu looked at him: "Can I buy myself?"

Bai Jing got excited: "Yes, yes! The odds... I'll do the math, and it's about [-] for one. I'll open a post on the forum, and we'll get it started."

Class monitor Tang Tiantian held the book and coughed in front of him: "Don't keep posting this kind of post, the teacher will make trouble for you if he sees it."

Bai Jing had a hippie smile on his face: "The teacher can't understand, we all use quack jargon."

Suddenly, Huang Ya lowered her head and looked at Ruan Qingmu's English textbook, as if she had discovered a new world: "This is an old one, do you still have notes?"

He flipped through it casually, and the name on the title page was revealed: "Li Si...huh?"

All the boys around said "Oh" in unison, which was meaningful.

Used, the old textbooks of the third year of high school, Li Si's!That's the super sweet beauty who topped the list in the school flower poll.

Not only is he beautiful and sweet, but the key is that he is good at studying. He never fell out of the top three in the third year of high school. I don’t know how many boys secretly like him.

"Brother Ruan, tell me the truth, how did you know the goddess?" Huang Ya looked at the beautiful handwriting and said "tsk" a few times.

Ruan Qingmu raised her eyelids: "What is a goddess?"

Huang Ya thumped him on the shoulder: "Stop pretending, that's the confession reaper under the silk tree!"

Because the acacia tree in front of the Cultural and Sports Building blooms so beautifully and gorgeously every year, the Experiment No. [-] Middle School did not know when it started, and there was a romantic folk graduation confession.

After the college entrance examination, with the end of filling in the application form, many boys and girls will find a plastic-covered card with confession words written on it, some signed, some anonymous; Others speak out loudly and boldly.

There is a long red ribbon tied under the plastic card, carrying the last love and secret love of boys and girls on this campus, full of adolescent hormones, tied on the branches of the big silk tree in the graduation season, Floating all over the sky.

And last year, the confession card left by a boy who graduated from high school was full of confessions to his junior girl Li Si, which was enough for a series!

"Honestly speaking, it's not easy to borrow old textbooks from Xueba, and it's almost impossible for a goddess. How on earth did you get them?" Huang Ya poked him with a wretched smile, "Stole it, or picked it up? "

Ruan Qingmu looked down at the textbook, with a strange expression on her face: "Oh, it's not easy to borrow someone?"

Tsk.Qin Yuan has great face.

……

In Class 1 classroom, Fu Songhua packed his schoolbag and turned to call Qin Yuan: "Squad leader, let's go back to the dormitory together."

Qin Yuan let out a "hmm".Without looking up: "You guys go back first, I'll be later."

Fu Songhua came over curiously: "What are you doing? English?"

Qin Yuan has always finished all his homework early and started to preview the content later, why is he later than everyone else today, so densely packed, all in English.

Qin Yuan didn't raise his head: "Well, let's sum it up."

Fu Songhua shyly said: "Let me see the summary, boss?"

Qin Yuan finally raised his head and said briefly: "It's not suitable for you. You're in the first year of high school."

Fu Songhua's eyes widened: "Boss, what are you doing, to learn the new by reviewing the past?"

It feels like he doesn't even need to review the content of the first year of high school.

The level of the Peiyou class is all here. After all, they are abused by a large number of test papers and exercises, and the past content is very deep in memory.

Qin Yuan sat there with an upright posture like a small pine tree, not hunched over like many boys. He lowered his head: "Well, let's go, let me review."

All the people in the classroom had left. Under the bright light, a shadow beside his tall nose was cast on his cheek, making him appear quiet and focused.

After another half an hour, all the lights in the teaching building were turned off.

He picked up the books on the table and walked out the door alone.The emergency lights in the corridor of the teaching building were on, light green, reflecting the bright moonlight outside.

When walking towards the dormitory from the small path, you can just see the windows on the first floor facing the outside.

My dormitory was always dark when I looked at it like this when I went back.

Just like the lonely home he had to face every weekend, it was always cold and dark, without any fireworks.

But now it was on, like many other lively dormitories, as if someone was waiting for him to go back.

When the bedroom door was pushed open, the room was full of light, Ruan Qingmu was looking at something at the table next to his bed table.

Her black hair was slightly damp, as if she had already taken a bath, and she had also changed into a vest. Her white arms were exposed, like pure white jade.

In the past, when I came back at this time, although the light in the dormitory was on, this person always lay down early, as if he lacked sleep more than anyone else. This is the first time I saw him like this today.

Qin Yuan walked over and looked over his shoulder, his eyes narrowed slightly.

English book, word list.

"Are you reciting vocabulary?" He put down his schoolbag.

Ruan Qingmu turned her head, her eyes were clear and penetrating, without the tiredness of the past: "Yeah."

Qin Yuan was silent for a while, then reached out and took out a small notebook from his schoolbag: "Just in time, I sorted out the old notes in the past and found this."

He put the notebook on Ruan Qingmu's desk, and opened it casually: "A freshman in high school, I summarized the basic points at that time. If you don't mind, you can read it."

Ruan Qingmu was taken aback.

He took it and opened it, flipping through it silently for a while.

The focus is prominent, the knowledge points are dense, and there are all the mistakes that people with weak foundations are prone to make. Although the handwriting is a bit scribbled, it is obvious that the conjoined writing that has been practiced is extremely beautiful, as neat and orderly as an English copybook.

Ruan Qingmu looked at it for a while, but didn't speak.

Then he raised his head and raised the corners of his lips slightly: "Squad leader Qin did a great job of taking notes."

Qin Yuan stood up indifferently: "Well, it's good if it works."

Just as he was walking towards the bathroom, Ruan Qingmu suddenly asked coldly behind his back, "How long have you been writing?"

Qin Yuan's footsteps stopped, and his straight back seemed to be stiff for a moment.

He turned his head, and there was no expression on his handsome eyebrows: "What?"

Ruan Qingmu looked at him, not hiding the slyness in her eyes: "The book is very new."

Standing there, Qin Yuan had a strange expression on his cold as beautiful jade face. Under the too bright light, a faint redness could no longer be hidden, showing on his cheeks.

"You have been wronged." He said coldly, "You should run for the discipline minister of the student union. You must be aware of the details."

He turned around and slammed the bathroom door shut.

Hearing the rapid sound of water running at its maximum, Ruan Qingmu lay on the table, looked at the notebook, and laughed softly.

The old materials that have been written for a year should be as crumpled and soft as that girl's, but will they be such clean and white paper without creases?No wonder.

When Qin Yuan came out, Ruan Qingmu had already climbed onto the bed and was lying on the bed watching something, her two white legs were dangling behind her, slender and slender, her beautiful toes were slightly stretched, shaking carelessly.

Qin Yuan took a look, quickly looked away, and climbed onto the bed by the armrest.

Glancing over through the blue mosquito net, he was indeed looking at his notebook.

Ruan Qingmu raised her head and smiled: "It's really easy to use, it seems like it was specially written for poor students."

Qin Yuan's face remained unchanged, and he ignored him, lifted up the corner of the mosquito net, and held out the phone in front of Ruan Qingmu.

Ruan Qingmu looked at the QR code: "What?"

Qin Yuan said lightly: "My WeChat."

Ruan Qingmu froze for a moment, then smiled.

He quickly took out his phone from under the pillow, scanned the QR code, and there was a "tick", and soon, the person on the other side agreed to the friend request.

"If you don't understand anything, you can ask me." Qin Yuan lowered his eyes, and his voice was gentle, but his phoenix eyes were still a little bit sharp, "If you have any urgent matters, you can always call me."

Ruan Qingmu blinked: "WeChat is so slow, you don't like to look at your phone, why don't you give me your phone number too?"

Qin Yuan didn't raise his head: "The WeChat ID is the phone number."

Ruan Qingmu dialed, and sure enough, the phone on the other side rang, he hung up the phone contentedly, turned around, and clicked on someone's WeChat profile photo.

The circle of friends is empty, except for some English songs shared, there is nothing else, it seems that it is only available to people for three days.

But if you look carefully, it's not true. Every post is separated by a month or two, and it's clear that he is really such a lackluster person.

Ruan Qingmu turned around for a long time, from high interest to dull interest.When I looked up, I saw Qin Yuan holding the phone and gently sliding it. He didn't know what he was looking at, and there was a trace of solemnity between his brows.

The screen was facing away from him, out of sight.

Ruan Qingmu's heart moved slightly, she stretched out her hand, and shook it opposite him: "Are you looking at my circle of friends, are you so engrossed?"

Qin Yuan quickly retracted the phone, looked at him with cold eyes: "..."

Why is this person so thick-skinned and pretending to be affectionate like this?

Ruan Qingmu sighed softly: "It's all over. I won't post these things in the future."

Qin Yuan silently put down his phone, turned his head and began to arrange the pillow: "I don't know what you are talking about."

Ruan Qingmu suddenly crawled over and took her own pillow.

There are only two people in the dormitory, so it is definitely not good to point your feet to someone else's head. When they first moved in, the two of them slept foot to foot, with Ruan Qingmu's head facing the door and Qin Yuan's head leaning against the window.

Ruan Qingmu turned the pillow in the other direction, and said "Hello" to Qin Yuan: "I sleep here, how about you?"

Although his tone was relaxed, his eyes were sparkling, and the smile inside seemed to be overflowing, with a little arrogance, as if he was sure that as long as he said that, the person opposite would definitely turn his head around too.

Qin Yuan frowned and looked at him. Suddenly, the light in the middle of the bedroom went out.

There was a routine wailing in the corridor, some people were rushing to the dormitory against the deadline, and some people were vaguely yelling, "I haven't finished copying the homework", only their dormitory was unusually quiet.

In the darkness, Qin Yuan's bed rustled, Ruan Qingmu watched with a smile as he moved the pillow, and fell asleep contentedly.

Lying flat on the bed, he opened his eyes: "Hello, Qin Yuan."

After a long while, Wei Magnetic's voice sounded: "Huh?"

"What I said is true." Ruan Qingmu said softly, "My former circle of friends, don't take it seriously, and don't feel sad when you read it."

Qin Yuan listened silently.

"Anything that can die quietly is fine, and whatever is to be born, living is the greatest suffering... Why do you want me to be called the son of a murderer when your own father is dead? Such thoughts, It's in the past."

Having nothing to do, he also slowly read the traces left by the original owner. Although he couldn't really empathize with him, he could still see the depression and loneliness between the lines.

He explained seriously: "Since I was in a car accident and died once, my thoughts have changed. In the past, I felt how dark it was around me. Now when I look back, I feel that beside the darkness, there is so much light. .”

Qin Yuan gave a soft "hmm": "You are now... so good."

Ruan Qingmu laughed silently.

If you sleep head to head, that person's voice is really close, just like the days when you fell asleep in the wild a few times in your previous life.

"Qin Yuan?"

"Ah."

"It's good to be alive, I will live well, don't worry."

Qin Yuan was quiet for a long time, just when Ruan Qingmu thought he had fallen asleep, his voice came out in a low voice: "I don't have a mother either."

Ruan Qingmu suddenly turned her head in surprise, turned her face sideways, and looked at the opposite bed.

"She died when I was four years old." The boy's voice was as calm as usual, as if emotionless, but it was a little hoarse after all. "Many people are destined to be lonely when they are born. Just get used to it. Nothing special."

Ruan Qingmu paused for a while, then slowly stretched out her arms, groped, stretched out from under the mosquito net, and quickly touched the head of the boy opposite.

It feels good to the touch, with such thick black and thick hair, I thought it would be hard, but no, it's soft and smooth, like someone's heart.

"No." He whispered, "You are so nice and handsome, how can you be destined to be lonely."

Qin Yuan seemed to be frozen, and his voice was muffled for a while, with some displeasure: "Don't touch my head."

Ruan Qingmu suddenly stretched out her hand again, and rubbed his hair several times: "Why are you so stingy!"

Qin Yuan quickly tilted his head back, his breathing was a little short, he didn't know whether it was anger or shock: "Are you still rubbing?"

"What's wrong with rubbing it a few times?" Ruan Qingmu was confident, "It's not a girl."

Just as he was speaking, the wrist he stretched out was grabbed heavily, and he ruthlessly moved over there, passing through the iron bedside railing.

Qin Yuan got up suddenly, and suddenly opened the mosquito nets on both sides.

He held down Ruan Qingmu's hand condescendingly, the skin was touching, with a fiery temperature: "Try to touch it again!"

Ruan Qingmu raised his head, in the dim light of the room, his beautiful eyes were like peach blossoms: "It's a big deal, just touch it back."