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

Fu Songhua and two boys in the same dormitory ran downstairs, and came roaring like a gust of wind.

Running to the door of 106 on the first floor, a boy stood there, it was Fang Li, looking down at something.

Fu Songhua patted him on the shoulder suddenly: "What are you doing? Waiting for the lame sports committee in your class?"

Fang Li turned his head, his eyes slightly blank: "Well, he sent me a text message, saying that he would go out for breakfast, and told me not to cook for him."

Fu Songhua said "Oh" and raised his hand to knock on the door of 106: "Squad leader! Squad leader..."

"I went with your squad leader." Fang Li reminded in a low voice.

Fu Song was stunned for a moment: "Fucking squad leader didn't even leave me a letter!"

The two boys beside him grieved and indignantly: "The squad leader has changed, and they were all waiting for us before."

"There's a new goblin!"

A few boys were talking nonsense and walking out together, Fu Songhua stopped suddenly, looked at Fang Li who was still standing there behind: "Let's go, let's go to the cafeteria together."

Fang Li stared blankly at him: "Huh?..."

Fu Songhua put his arms around his thin shoulders, and walked forward rudely: "How many times have I told you, don't mess with your little cripple, and hang out with my brother in the future, you know?"

Fang Li staggered and was embraced by him, blushing unbearably: "You, you let go..."

"Let me tell you, I'm sure." Fu Songhua's tone was full of threats, "Don't look at that cripple who is lazy all day long. He is definitely a ruthless character. When you play with him, you just serve tea and water, buy food and buy food. The life of the drink."

"It's ok……"

Fu Songhua was angry: "It's okay! You see, he has a new friend when he turns around. You and he are not the same!"

Fang Li lowered his head, his long eyelashes covered his face, his face was a little pale.

Fu Songhua looked down at him, and regretted a little: "Hey, I don't mean anything else. I mean, a ruthless character like Ruan Qingmu can bully people. Only our monitor can handle him, understand? Understand?"

The two boys beside him also echoed: "That's right, when he hit Liu Jun, he was really scary."

"Yeah! That hit on Liu Jun wasn't scary. What was scary was his smile after the beating. I felt like he was an anti-social personality. Fuck me, I was right next to him, so I was so scared!"

Fang Li walked forward silently: "No, he is really nice..."

Fu Songhua became impatient: "Yes, yes, how many times have you said it. Hey, I said, do you have no friends in your class, so you think he is willing to talk to you, so you are very grateful?"

Fang Li paused, suddenly broke free from him, and ran away quickly.

Fu Songhua looked at his back, a little annoyed: "No wonder you have no friends, why are you so withdrawn!"

The boy in his dormitory shook his head: "What's the use of talking about him? We don't go to and from class with him. Is he alone in the class?"

Fu Songhua was stunned.

After a while, he was a little angry: "Why? He has a good temper, is soft, and is not ugly. Why do people in Class 9 reject him?"

"Mother!" said his roommate, "Liu Jun and the others took a photo of his orchid finger before and passed it on in the class group."

"That's right, there is a group of photos. I still remember posting a video of him walking from the back, with a comparison picture of a transvestite, hahaha, he's quite effeminate."

Fu Songhua stopped abruptly: "Why don't I know? So fucked up?"

"You always watch bna every day, how can you have time to watch these gossips?"

Fu Songhua was angry: "Where is he so effeminate when he walks? I look quite normal."

"After Liu Jun and the others took the video, did he change it?" The two boys didn't care.

Several people entered the cafeteria, Fu Songhua looked around, but he didn't see Fang Li after searching for a long time, and sat down with the two boys depressedly.

He pierced the lid of the soy milk with a straw, sucked it in, and then let out an "ouch" and jumped up.

"Hold!"

The roommate laughed loudly: "Hahahaha, you are stupid, the soy milk is always hot, and you don't open the lid to dry it?"

Fu Songhua's bushy eyebrows were tightly frowned, biting the big meaty bun, he choked out a sentence for a while: "Damn it, when I see Liu Jun in the future, I'll hit him once!"

The two boys were taken aback: "I rely on you, old man, what's wrong with you? The head teacher has already said that if you fight in the future, you will be punished directly. Are you stupid?"

……

When Ruan Qingmu walked into Class 9 classroom slowly, the bell had just rang for the morning reading class.

Tang Tiantian was already doing attendance roll call, and when he saw him coming in, he ticked off his name.

Ruan Qingmu walked to the last row and sat down, and took out an English book from her schoolbag.

People around are doing homework, some don't know how to do it, and some don't write it at all.Bai Jing turned his head from the front: "Hey, Sports Committee, where is your homework? Can you take a look at it?"

Ruan Qingmu looked at him: "What misunderstanding do you have, you think I can do homework?"

Bai Jing scratched his head: "You have such a good relationship with Qin Xueba now, and you live together, why don't you ask him to copy homework?"

Huang Ya also turned her head: "That's right, we're all having breakfast together!"

Ruan Qingmu was stunned for a moment, does everyone know this?

Fang Li looked back at him, and reminded in a low voice: "There is a special building in the post bar, and there are new photos just now..."

Ruan Qingmu took out her mobile phone, found the school post bar, went in and took a look, it was really true.

He had seen this building before, and it was opened on the first day of school, and he even took a photo of the town building. It was when he and Qin Yuan met for the first time that day, someone secretly took a picture , and it was broadcast live.

In the picture, he and Qin Yuan were standing face to face, the class leader Qin was as cold as an iceberg, and his eyes were blank, showing a kind of shameful resentment.

And the blur is a bit severe, only the two of them are left in the whole photo, and the people next to them are all disappeared by P.

The comments below are messy, there are hundreds of them, and there are all kinds of them.Fu Songhua even came out clamoring under his name: "Which grandson took the picture, come out for a walk! Just delete my p, what the hell is the sunflower on my face in the next picture!"...

Scrolling down, there is actually a new one.

In the cafeteria, the boys from Class 9 and Class 1 had dinner together, and they were also photographed by the troublemakers next to them and posted here.

It was a half-cloudy day, and the sun was not as bright as the first photo. The image was a bit backlit, and the boys were not very clear, most of them were silhouettes.

There are many people on the screen, he and Qin Yuan happen to be in the middle, and Fu Songhua and Fang Li are sitting next to them.

The photo didn't seem to be very particular, but it was captured very well. On the screen, he and Qin Yuan just looked up at each other. Although Qin Yuan was still calm, under the blur of the backlight, it seemed that he was no longer as cold as before.

As for himself, there was a smile on the corner of his lips.It's hard to say whether it's provocative or lazy, but he looks a bit ruffian anyway.

Next to him, Fu Songhua was hugging Fang Li, baring his big white teeth, smiling brightly and recklessly, Fang Li didn't wear glasses, and his eyes were dazed.

This photo was taken behind the high-rise building in front, and it was even named: "The ice-breaking moment of the class of top students and the class of scumbags".

The discussion below was even more heated, all marveling at this turn-of-the-century establishment.

Ruan Qingmu scrolled down a few times excitedly, and suddenly saw Liu Jun's acne-prone face, and the label below it read "Holding two class red ribbons in one hand." man".

Looking back, I saw the latest one from this morning.

I didn't expect that the two girls actually posted the photos, and they were pretty nice.

The alley is full of early morning sunshine, and the cement pavement under their feet is a bit old in the camera. The two of them walked side by side on the road, with the early shops in the background, full of leisurely fireworks.

The sun shone on the sides of their faces, and their expressions were peaceful.Under the slight underexposure, there were spots of light that seemed to be beating, covering the sides of the two people.

He tilted his head, looked at the photos for a while, stretched out his hand, and secretly clicked and saved the three photos.

Just after saving it, Bai Jing's head was already close: "Brother Ruan, what are you looking at?"

Ruan Qingmu was saving the photos, and was startled by him unexpectedly, so she reached out and hit him on the head: "How many times have I said, don't pop up suddenly, like a ghost."

Bai Jing covered her head and muttered in a low voice: "Tch, I saw it. I'm admiring my own blog post."

Fang Li asked in a low voice: "...do I still want to bring you breakfast?"

The corners of Ruan Qingmu's lips raised slightly: "No, thank you."

"Then, should I wait for you?"

Ruan Qingmu waved her hand indifferently: "No need, I'll go with my roommate at the same time."

Fang Li lowered his head and said softly after a while: "Oh, good."

Bai Jing was heartbroken at the side: "Brother Ruan, you are so close to the big brother, can you copy some homework to benefit the whole class? You are blind to this close relationship."

Ruan Qingmu rolled his eyes at him: "Stop thinking about it, no matter how good I am with him, he won't copy homework for me, understand?"

"Why!"

"A matter of principle." Ruan Qingmu sighed leisurely, "If you ask him a question, he will explain it to you seriously, but if you have to copy homework, there is no way."

Huang Ya turned her head diagonally in front of her: "It's a lie, Mr. Qin won't give lectures."

Ruan Qingmu shook her head: "No, as long as you ask, he will definitely."

Bai Jing was not convinced: "No one has seen him give exercises to others, okay?"

"That's because you didn't ask."

Everyone: "..."

Well, there is no way to refute it, who the hell dares to ask that iceberg a question? !

Tang Tiantian knocked on the table in front of him: "Everyone pay attention, the homework is about to be handed in, and the next few, have you finished it?"

A few boys rushed away: "Fuck, I'm just talking about chatting, gossip is a waste of time!"

Ruan Qingmu grabbed the homework book and rewrote all the remaining blank questions indiscriminately.

Mathematics, physics and chemistry are both good enough, especially physics and chemistry. Since he is in a competition class, the content is as fast as a rocket. He has been confused and dozed off for the past few days.

His English is better, he was in the previous administration class, and his progress was normal. He previewed it in advance these two days, and he did his homework quickly and with a high accuracy rate.

The Chinese language is also much better. Needless to say, the content of the ancient Chinese can be mastered after reading and thinking about the modern part.

Some people around were already reciting texts, chattering, he put on his earphones to block out the noise outside, and started to read English.

After reading the booklet Qin Yuan gave him for a while, the morning reading class was over.Today is Saturday, only half a day of classes are scheduled, the afternoon is free time, there is no scheduled class like Monday to Friday.

After thinking about it, he couldn't help but send the first message to that brand new WeChat ID.

"I'll be home in the afternoon, how about you?"

I don't know when that guy can see it, and I don't know if he will come back.

When we sat together in class in the afternoon, it seemed that he had never seen him playing with his mobile phone.

However, only a minute or two later, the mute notification from WeChat lit up the screen.

"I'm going home too."

The reply was as simple as a human being, uninteresting.

Ruan Qingmu looked at the reply and smiled.

"Then, let's go together after lunch?"

After sending this message, there was no reply for a long time.

Ruan Qingmu suddenly regretted it again.

Oops, I am really insane, what are you doing to invite people to go with you?They are not in the same class, and they don’t live with him, so the direction must be different. Could it be that they walked together for 3 minutes to the school gate?

Just when he was about to put away his phone, suddenly, the screen turned on again.

"Okay, together. Waiting for you."

... In the classroom of Class 1 in the distance, Fu Songhua's eyes widened: "I agreed to play a game in the afternoon before leaving, why did you go back on it?"

Qin Yuan lightly turned off the phone screen: "There is something wrong, I can't do it this time."

Fu Songhua approached him suspiciously, studied it carefully, and suddenly realized: "Boss, do you have a fever? Why is your face so red and your eyes so bright? If you feel uncomfortable, just say it, go home and rest!"

The school basketball team practiced regularly every Saturday afternoon. Although Qin Yuan didn't officially join the team, his basketball skills were still on the sidelines. Fu Songhua played very well with him, pulling him along every time.

Hey, what's the point of the boss not fighting? If you don't fight and cooperate, you won't be able to abuse others.

In the classroom of Class 9, Niu Xiaoqing suddenly stood up and said loudly: "Students, our class is going to publish the first blackboard newspaper of this semester this afternoon. I made several design drafts yesterday, but there is no one who can draw them by hand. Are there any students who voluntarily stay and help out together?"

The noisy classroom was quiet for a while, and it took a long time before someone sighed: "Propaganda committee member, wake up. Do you think there are people in our class who seem to be able to draw?"

"Miss Niu, why don't you ask Liu Siyuan. Although she went to the liberal arts class, she is our original propaganda committee member after all, so maybe she can help..."

Niu Xiaoqing was in a hurry: "I asked, she is busy with the blackboard report of her new class and has no time to help us."

Huang Ya shrank her neck: "This class is an art black hole, thank you."

Tang Tiantian plucked up his courage and walked up to a boy in the back row: "Wang Li, can you help me? I remember you used to get good grades in art class, and Xiaoqing just took office."

That boy was about to speak, when suddenly Liu Jun behind him sneered.

"Wang Li, don't forget to play golf in the afternoon."

Wang Li was originally hanging out with Liu Jun, his face froze when he heard this, and he nodded immediately: "I'm sorry, monitor, we have an appointment to play golf. Besides, I'm really not good at painting."

The whole class lowered their heads, some pretended not to hear, and some continued to copy their homework. Niu Xiaoqing's face was flushed, and she was so tall and pitiful and miserable standing on her seat.

After a long time, she finally sat down, frustrated and silent.

Liu Jun stood up aggressively, put his arms around Wang Li's shoulders and took it out: "Go, go pee."

In the corridor, he could only hear him cursing in an arrogant voice: "A bunch of bastards, didn't they all tell me to step down? Leave us alone and see how awesome they are."

Ruan Qingmu took off her earphones, listened to the indistinct words in the corridor, and then looked at Niu Xiaoqing with her head bowed in front of her, her face turned cold.

The class in the morning passed quickly. Some students lived close to their homes, so they left school and rushed home for lunch. Students who were farther away went to the cafeteria first.

Ruan Qingmu went to the cafeteria to finish her meal, and as soon as she returned to the classroom to pack up her textbooks, she saw two girls standing at the blackboard at the back of the classroom.

The petite Tang Tiantian struggled to stand on tiptoe, and was helping Niu Xiaoqing to wipe away tears.

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow it is so ugly?"

When Ruan Qingmu raised her head, she was almost shattered by the impressionist paintings on the blackboard on the back wall.

In just a short while of eating, there was a large picture on the blackboard that was indescribable, with colorful colors and abstract lines, but I couldn't make out what it was.

Ruan Qingmu walked to the back row and slowly packed up the textbooks and homework, only to hear Tang Tiantian comfort in a low voice: "It's okay, the blackboard competition is not a big deal, the bottom is the bottom, and no one will blame you."

"But I took the initiative to run for the Propaganda Committee. If it is really the last one, how can I meet people? Huh, huh..." Niu Xiaoqing became more and more sad as she thought about it. She raised her hand and wiped her face with grass-green watercolor paint. , a miserable green.

Tang Tiantian sighed: "Why don't you wait, I'll go and beg Wang Li to help..."

Unexpectedly, a faint voice rang in her ear and asked, "What is this painting? Is it a field of wild vegetables?"

Niu Xiaoqing turned her head and saw Ruan Qingmu's almost transparent white face, when she suddenly let out a "wow", her sobs became more severe.

Ruan Qingmu: "..."

Girls are scary, to be honest.

Tang Tiantian quickly hugged Niu Xiaoqing, and looked at Ruan Qingmu helplessly: "Don't talk nonsense, the painting is a flower field."

Ruan Qingmu: "..."

Sorry, didn't see it.

He reached out to take the design draft in Niu Xiaoqing's hand, looked at the blackboard again, and said sincerely, "The design draft is too vulgar, really. The drawing is also ugly."

Tang Tiantian: "..."

Ruan Qingmu was about to continue talking when the phone screen suddenly lit up.

Qin Yuan's WeChat message popped up: "Can we go now?"

Ruan Qingmu walked to the back door with her schoolbag in her hand, and was about to say "Leave right away", but she couldn't help but look back.

On Saturday afternoon, the students had almost left, and there were only two helpless girls standing there, one still crying and the other clumsily comforting.

His hand stopped on the WeChat page, hesitated for a while, and finally typed a line: "I have something to do in class, so I won't leave. Can you go home by yourself?"

Someone who had just walked to the door with a schoolbag stopped, his thin eyelids drooped, staring at the phone.

Ruan Qingmu waited for a long time but couldn't wait for a reply, and sighed in her heart: It's still the same as in the previous life, ignoring people when they are unhappy.

Just as I was about to explain one more sentence, the reply finally arrived on the opposite side.

In a light, casual tone, but also a bit solemn: "It's okay, I'll wait for you, as long as I want."