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

The morning exercise time every Monday is different from usual, taking up more than half of the morning reading class time.

There is no way, the routine weekly briefing, name-calling and criticism, and lectures from the director of the teaching department are all concentrated in this meeting. If there are too many things, you have to ask each link to shorten the time.

And this week has been especially crowded with critical briefings.

The voice of the director of the Academic Affairs Office, like Hong Zhong, resounded through the loudspeaker in the huge playground of Experiment No. [-] Middle School.

"Qin Yuan and Fu Songhua from Class 1 of Peiyou Senior Secondary School; Ruan Qingmu, Liu Jun, and Li Zhiyong from Class 9 Senior Secondary Class; the above-mentioned students fought across classes in physical education class, and the impact was extremely bad. It was the first offense and did not cause serious consequences. ,This time I will be named and criticized, and no formal punishment will be recorded. I hope that the students who made mistakes will not be an example, and other students should also learn from it, strictly control their own behavior, and never make similar mistakes!"

……

"Wow!" There was a moderate buzz from the group of students on the playground.

Fuck it, I informed the three class cadres at once—oh no, Liu Jun has already been dismissed, he is the former class committee member.

But this is also unprecedented. You must know that the first one to be named is Qin Yuan, the top student in the total score, excellent in character and learning, and a three-year-old student!

Not to mention Qin Yuan, even Fu Songhua is a frequent visitor of the Miyoshi students. His grades have never dropped out of the top ten in the whole grade, and he is also a god who is excellent in sports.

Just a moment ago, Qin Yuan was standing straight in front of the national flag raising, and Fu Songhua was still leading the drill on the central drill platform with a high spirit.

The students in the next class poked their heads one by one, and looked into the teams of Class 1 and Class 9 one after another.

In the crowd, Qin Yuan stood quietly, as if he hadn't heard anything at all, standing tall and tall as always, with a stern expression.

Beside him, Fu Songhua was not only not ashamed, but when the teacher next to him was not paying attention, he quickly stretched out his hand and cupped his hands at the classmates who were peeking around, with an extremely proud expression on his face.

On the other side of the playground, in the queue of Class 9, Liu Jun and Li Zhiyong blushed, turned their heads resentfully, and glanced at the teaching building in the distance.

They were criticized and trained here, and one pretended to be lame and hid in the classroom, so he didn't have to go to the gym!

The loudspeaker continued: "Next, I will report the results of the first blackboard report this semester. Last night, the art teacher led five members of the art extracurricular team. After careful evaluation and voting, they selected the top candidates of each grade. Three, they are—"

There was a rustling sound of unfolding paper from the loudspeaker: "Grade 3: No.2, Liberal Arts Class [-]..."

They were all frequent visitors to the blackboard newspaper selection, and the students were not surprised, they stood there listening lazily.

"The top three in the second grade: No.3, Class 1 of Science Peiyou, No.2: Class 2 of Liberal Arts." The dean's voice paused, then suddenly raised.

"Next, I would like to praise No.1. It is the first time that this class has achieved such a good result. The theme is novel and the form is lively. It has been greatly praised by the art teacher! I also hope to make persistent efforts in the future and maintain good results-they are 9th graders in the second year of high school science. class!"

The peaceful playground finally became commotion. The students clapped their hands and looked towards Class 9—oh, the sun is rising in the west.

They hadn't won any prizes in the blackboard competitions before, at most they were in the mid-range. Why did they suddenly skyrocket this time?

The propaganda committee member of class 9, Liu Siyuan, was standing in the liberal arts class, her face flushed—she had never won an award when she was there, but now that she is gone, the original class immediately won the first place. Doesn’t this mean that she occupies the Maokeng not... what about XX?

As soon as the morning exercise was over, the girl who was close to her became angry: "I didn't expect Niu Xiaoqing to hide this trick. It's really insidious."

Liu Siyuan looked at the classmates passing by in the distance, tears were about to fall from her big pretty eyes.

What is this, she obviously put her heart into it in the past!

……

Ruan Qingmu was lazily lying on the table listening to English, when suddenly, there was a sound of chaotic running in the corridor.

In a blink of an eye, the doors and windows of Class 9 were filled with heads, and everyone looked curiously at the blackboard behind.

"Wow--"

"Yo!"

"I've never seen anything like this before, it's kind of handsome!"

The general class blackboard newspapers are common routines, mainly flowers and plants, supplemented by characters, and there are also some pictures of flying dragons in the sky, with a theme sentence for inspirational learning in the middle, such as "youth blossoms" and "new semester, new atmosphere". kind.

If you are more particular, you don’t need colored chalk to draw, but you can find an art teacher to get some paint and gouache, and draw something different, which is very rare.

But on the blackboard at the back of class 9, what the fuck is going on?

A whole blackboard is a whole Chinese freehand landscape painting!

There are green mountains and clear water, rocks and green pines. On the cliff on one side, two teenagers in ancient costumes stand on the stone platform, one holding a long sword, and the other sitting under a tree reading a book.

The young man holding the sword is tall and tall, with the long sword in his hand pointing at the Taotao River in the distance, on the exposed side face, one can vaguely see sword eyebrows and phoenix eyes, with a few strokes, full of romance.

The young man sitting under the tree reading a book didn't show his face, but leaned against the tree trunk, his back was facing the person, revealing a thin wrist, holding a book.

Sitting improperly, his posture is lazy and undisciplined.

After careful identification, there were actually a few words written on the scroll: "Eighteen volumes of test questions".

After all, I used an unskilled brush with a rough edge, but I can still see the background of the painter. Not only the mountains and rivers are decent, but the two people in the painting are even more beautiful with neat lines.

More and more people came to pay their respects at the door, but those behind couldn't squeeze in, so some people started to shout: "Hey, those in front, what is the poem on the blackboard about?"

That's right, there are two eye-catching big characters "encouraging learning" written in the middle of the screen.But in the blank space on one side, there is still a large section of running script written vertically.

Leaping gracefully on the wall, under the last few words, there are still drops of red paint winding down, which have solidified and are extremely beautiful.

Someone stretched his neck to look in and read aloud:

"When I dozed off in the morning reading, I forgot all my English.

If you don't work hard in evening class, you will copy homework the next day.

On weekdays, the stadium is flying, and the examination room is full of crying.

I was at a loss when I picked up the pen, and sent a cheat sheet with love.

I advise you to be more self-respecting, and you will see it in the college entrance examination.

The meeting will be on the verge of extinction, and the list of scumbags is small! "

There are a lot of scumbags in the corridor: "..."

What happened to being cueed suddenly?

If you don’t bring this kind of thing, put out a blackboard newspaper and slap everyone in the face?

Niu Xiaoqing's face was full of light, and she pushed open the door to a large group of students who came for sightseeing: "Come on, you're welcome, come in and have a look!"

Just as she was speaking, a cry came from behind her: "Niu Xiaoqing, you can do it, yes, I won you as a high school election campaign committee member, so you will bear the grudge, right?"

It was Liu Siyuan who ran over after her, and when she saw the blackboard newspaper, she was shocked and angry.

Niu Xiaoqing was happy, but when she scolded her, she was stunned: "What are you talking about?"

"You are obviously so capable. For two full semesters of high school, I asked if anyone could help the class publish the blackboard newspaper, but you didn't even say a word."

The more Liu Siyuan thought about it, the more aggrieved she became: "It's all for the class. You hide it like this, just to see me make a fool of yourself. Are you interested?"

Niu Xiaoqing was in a hurry: "You are talking nonsense, who is hiding it? Don't you know my grades in art class?"

Ruan Qingmu raised her head speechlessly, looked at Wuyang Wuyang's head at the door, then looked at the two girls who looked like fighting cocks, and stretched out her hand to pull off the earphone cable.

It's so noisy... what is this doing?

Tang Tiantian quickly grabbed Liu Siyuan's hand, and hurriedly explained: "Yuanyuan, no. Our class's blackboard newspaper this issue is drawn by boys."

She glanced at the indifferent Ruan Qingmu in the back row, but she didn't dare to say it on the spot—by the way, would Boss Qin Yuan agree to say his name?

Liu Siyuan bit her lip: "You are lying."

Niu Xiaoqing threw her away: "You might as well do a self-criticism, why when you were a propaganda committee member, people didn't want to contribute!"

These words were inadvertent, but to Liu Siyuan's ears, it was even more harsh.

She was already pretty, and when the blackboard newspaper was published, many boys, regardless of whether they could draw or not, would rush to help her. Liu Jun also liked to direct Wang Li to help.

Niu Xiaoqing is so ugly, tall and strong, how dare she mock her?

"Just you? There are still boys around? It's fine if you don't hide..." Liu Siyuan was ashamed and annoyed, and couldn't help being sharp, muttering in a low voice.

Niu Xiaoqing was completely taken aback.

From childhood to adulthood, girls like her will only be regarded as buddies by boys. No matter how well they play, when a beautiful girl like Liu Siyuan comes, the boys will immediately turn their heads to show love.

Although I have already gotten used to it, being ridiculed face to face by the same sex like this makes me feel so uncomfortable that I want to cry.

The quarrel between the two girls was already attracting attention. The boy watched the scene and immediately started booing.

"Oh, it's a fight!"

"A gentleman uses his mouth but not his hands. Sister Niu, please don't beat me up. A beautiful woman can't bear you to beat me up."

"Stay back, be careful of Tesla going crazy!"

Most of the students went back to their own class and waited for the class. After all, there were only a few of them who were so bored that they went to class 9 to watch. Those who were curious watched the live broadcast in the cross-class group.

"What's the report for class 9? Where's the audience? Who can take a picture?"

"I'm dizzy! Yes, this!"

"Is this hand-painted? Isn't it photocopied and enlarged? Shocking..."

While lamenting that Ruan Qingmu was hiding everything, someone suddenly broke the news: "Ahhh! Class 9's publicity committee and the original publicity committee had a quarrel!"

Immediately, a boy with a cheap mouth shouted: "Support beautiful women~~~~ Don't allow Sister Niu to bully weak women!"

The girls were not happy anymore. Liu Siyuan was always surrounded by boys and didn't like to talk to girls, but she sympathized with Niu Xiaoqing more. Immediately, someone anonymously came out to taunt: "Licking a dog is not a house, just a little bit."

Within a few seconds, the group started to scream again: "Wow?! Ruan Qingmu said that he was the one who drew the poster!"

"?? Lie, I don't believe it, bragging?"

In Class 9 classroom, Niu Xiaoqing stood with a tall body, seeming very imposing, listening to the boys' teasing, but her eyes were red.

In the back row of the classroom, Ruan Qingmu who had been sitting quietly raised her eyes slowly.

Amid the noise, he impatiently knocked on the table with his cane: "Shut up, you're so annoying."

The students slowly fell silent, Tang Tiantian looked at Ruan Qingmu worriedly, his heart beating fast;

Too bad, will he be like those boys, saying something to please beautiful girls, and bury Niu Xiaoqing? ...

Ruan Qingmu was expressionless, pointing to the blackboard behind: "I'm sorry, I drew it."

There was a commotion.Yo~~~heh~~~!Did they get it wrong?

Liu Siyuan's eyes widened: How could it be possible, she didn't have any impression of this boy in the past, he didn't get good grades in art class!

"You? If it was you, why didn't you help me before?" She was surprised and unbelievable, with resentment in her big beautiful eyes.

Ruan Qingmu supported her forehead with a headache: "Who are you?"

He really can't remember the girl's name, this girl is no longer in the class after passing through.

"Even if you don't help me, why don't you help the class? You are disregarding the interests of the class, so selfish!" Liu Siyuan sobbed and stomped her foot.

Ruan Qingmu looked at Niu Xiaoqing's embarrassed expression, then at Liu Siyuan, and lowered her eyes listlessly: "No. I'm not helping the class. I just don't want to help you, I want to help her, can't I?"

……

The crowd was being screened by the blackboard newspaper when suddenly, a speech popped up, blinding everyone's eyes.

"Report again! Ruan Qingmu said affectionately that he only loves to help Niu Xiaoqing, not Liu Siyuan!"

Everyone: "Σ(°△°|||)︴..."

It took a long time before someone secretly and anonymously left a message: "The taste of the New Sports Committee of Class 9 is a bit heavy..."

In the classroom of Class 1, Fu Songhua, who had been peeking at his mobile phone, patted the table and laughed: "Hahahaha! Why is that little cripple so funny!"

Qin Yuan, who was sitting upright, suddenly raised his head, looking at him with a pair of phoenix eyes.

At the door of the classroom, the head teacher had already arrived. Fu Songhua quickly put away his mobile phone and whispered to Qin Yuan, "He is showing affection with the girls."

Then, he saw the monitor classmate who never played with his mobile phone in class, and took out his mobile phone with a blank expression: "Which group?"

Fu Songhua: "The 480-419-785 grade is a big group!"

Then, within a minute, he saw the classmate Daxie again and started typing.

In the head teacher's class, even the most daring students put away their mobile phones, and Fu Songhua didn't dare to make a mistake. He watched the class monitor and his classmates lower their heads and busy, and felt as if there were a thousand little mice fighting in their hearts—what the hell was the class monitor doing? !

After Qin Yuan finished typing, he turned off his mobile phone and looked at the blackboard with a stern expression.

After finally finishing get out of class, Fu Songhua couldn't wait to take out his mobile phone as soon as the teacher's figure left the door, and quickly searched around.

Then, like some people in each class, he let out a scream.

The master student who seldom shows up in the cross-class group has spoken openly - look at the time, it is still in class time!

Reserved and indifferent, polite and polite: "The painting was drawn by classmate Ruan Qingmu, and the inscription is by me. We helped classmate Niu Xiaoqing together, the friendship between classmates is a little effort."

The girls in each class who still sympathized with Niu Xiaoqing just now: "..."

? ?Can you take back what you just said for Niu Xiaoqing?

A newly-emerged academic scumbag and a handsome bixue bully with top-notch looks and intelligence competed for her to speak. Did Niu Xiaoqing save the whole world in her previous life?

The girls in class 9 shouted at Niu Xiaoqing: "Xiaoqing, did Qin Xueba really help our class write poems? How did you ask him to help?"

Niu Xiaoqing blushed: "...No, no!"

Although she voted for Qin Yuan hoarsely and hoarsely in the school grass selection in the first year of high school, it was a dedication without expecting anything in return, and she never thought of a male god in return!

Flustered, this row of noodles was torn to pieces by Liu Siyuan just now, and now it's so grand, too unexpected.

The students in Class 1 seldom played with their mobile phones after class. Fu Songhua searched for a long time but couldn't find anyone to gossip about. After holding back for a long time, he approached Qin Yuan.

"Squad leader, do you know Niu Xiaoqing very well?"

Qin Yuan raised his phoenix eyes slightly: "No."

"Oh, don't you want to be dominated by that kid Ruan Qingmu?"

Qin Yuan's eyes were cold: "What kind of show of affection, can such irresponsible rumors be spread? Even if Ruan Qingmu doesn't care, can the girls not mind?"

Fu Songhua thought about it seriously: "Boss, I think Niu Xiaoqing really doesn't mind... probably will be very happy!"

"That's the boy's idea. If it's a girl, no one wants to have a good reputation." The monitor looked cold.

"(⊙﹏⊙)..." Fu Songhua was in awe, "Boss, you are right, you have to respect girls, you have to be educated!"

It seems to be very suitable for the class leader Bo Yuntian's personality and moral model, but I don't know why, but there seems to be something wrong!