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

In the classroom of Class 1, Fu Songhua stood on his seat proudly: "Okay, I have written down the registration, thank you for your support!"

He looked at the application form, and scratched his head worriedly: "I said, can you girls apply for a few more projects?"

Last year, their class was the first in the total score, and it was very thrilling to beat Class 6 by a little bit. You must know that Class 6 has a sports student.

This year's focus is to prevent class 6 from counterattacking, and we must try our best to keep the first place!

The girl in the front seat gave him a blank look: "The number of our girls who signed up has already surpassed last year, so what should we do?"

"That's right, with you and the squad leader, you won't lie down and win."

"Our task is to be a cheerleader. You are in charge of being handsome in the sports committee, and we are in charge of cheering you up below."

Their class 1 has the double insurance of class leader Qin Yuan and sports committee Fu Songhua, so what are they afraid of?

Immediately, a boy shouted: "Our squad leader is responsible for being handsome, and the sports committee is responsible for showing off!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Fu Songhua was triumphant amidst a big laugh: "Bah, the squad leader is the flower of Gaoling, and I am a tiger in the forest, both of them are handsome."

Gao Lingzhihua on the back seat brought over his registration form, looked at it intently for a while, and knocked on the table: "There are a few people whose projects need to be adjusted, and there is a time conflict."

He picked up a pen, ticked a few names quickly, and said to Fu Songhua: "Refund your 5000 meters and replace it with something else."

Fu Songhua leaned over suspiciously: "Why? This kind of exhausting project, who will I not be in? Besides, I will definitely be the first."

Qin Yuan clicked on the next day's schedule: "It's a pity to waste your energy on this. If you add 800 meters to the sprint, you will get two second or third places, which is more than one championship."

Fu Songhua suddenly realized: "Oh, good!"

"And Feng Yuan, I suggest you don't go sprinting with the sports student from class 6, rather let him, and you save your strength for the 400 meters." He looked up at a boy, "Is that okay?".

The boy nodded vigorously: "Understood, the monitor listens to you!"

Their squad leader usually speaks little, but at this important juncture, they are never ambiguous. When they speak, no one is dissatisfied with the assignment and arrangement of the group, and few people question it.

It seems that it was after the incident in the karaoke bar in the first year of high school, right?

Fu Songhua came over and watched Qin Yuan seriously refill his name, then suddenly remembered something, picked up his phone to find someone.

"Bai Xiaosheng, I'm looking for you to buy a piece of information, which classes you can collect the main registration status of the sports meeting, especially the 6th class. Secretly give it to me, I will give you a big price!"

Soon, Bai Jing replied on WeChat: "I'm going to inquire right now - the information for each class is 18 yuan, okay?"

"OK! The registration form will be handed in at noon tomorrow, send it to me before then, don't need it after it's outdated."

"No problem, I'll give you as much as you collect, but we don't sell the information of our own class, let's make it right first!" Bai Jing confessed very righteously.

Fu Songhua sent a black question mark emoji: "Information about your class, hahaha?"

Bai Jing immediately responded with a proud expression: "Today you ignore it, but tomorrow you can't afford to kneel!"

The more Fu Songhua thought about it, the more amusing he became, and he turned to Qin Yuan and said, "Boss, I'm dying of laughter, the people in Class 9 said we couldn't afford to kneel!"

The pen in Qin Yuan's hand suddenly stopped.He raised his head, a pair of bright phoenix eyes sparkled.

"The sports committee of their class... Ruan Qingmu signed up this year, right?"

Fu Songhua scratched his head: "That's for sure, there's no one who can't afford it, even if he's a weak chicken, he still has to put on a show."

Qin Yuan's eyes were a little strange.

"He's not a weakling." He lowered his eyes lightly, "He's not just pretending."

Whoever is a weak chicken will not be that person.

Whether it's the tall finger prints on the snow-white wall, or his explosive power and flexibility when fighting.

……

In the classroom of Class 9, Ruan Qingmu crossed her feet, watched Tang Tiantian write down all the registrations, and reached out to take them.

He watched it for a long time, then suddenly waved at Bai Jing: "Do something for me."

"Brother Ruan, speak up!"

Ruan Qingmu's eyes narrowed slightly: "Which sports are good in other classes, and which events did you apply for last year—"

His voice was lazy and soft: "Especially the scoring items of Class 1 last year, all of them will be found for me."

Bai Jing was stunned: "Fuck, Fu Songhua from Class 1 just asked me for this."

Ruan Qingmu stared at him, and suddenly the corner of her mouth twitched: "Hehe, so you're not really a fool."

Fang Li in front whispered, "Well, he is super responsible."

Tang Tiantian next to him stared blankly at him: "What, what's wrong?"

Ruan Qingmu didn't speak, she quickly tapped her long and pale fingers on the table, and suddenly reached out and clapped her palms.

The students in the classroom were all paying attention to him, but these applause quickly stopped the noise.

Ruan Qingmu's voice was unhurried: "Tomorrow at noon, the final deadline for sports meeting registration, I may readjust the events. No, I will definitely adjust."

Huang Ya scratched her head: "Why? I only know how to throw a shot put. You can't tell me to run 100 meters."

Ruan Qingmu asked: "Do you know about Tian Ji's horse racing?"

"That must be known!"

"Then do you know how to stay away? There is still scrambling?"

The boy next to him was a little puzzled: "Striving, scrambling? Is it just running away?"

Ruan Qingmu glanced at him coolly: "It's the Spring and Autumn Period when King Cheng of Chu and Prince Chong'er of the State of Jin were involved in retreating. The scramble for the first is the allusion of the driving skills between Zhao Xiangzi and Wang Yuqi. If you really want to win, you have to pay attention to skill and strategy."

"Ah... Brother Ruan, what are you talking about!"

Ruan Qingmu looked at the dumb expressions of the boys, forget it, they don't understand.

He looked at everyone: "Anyway, I will arrange it tomorrow. If you really don't want to change it, you can tell me."

Bai Jing and the others looked at each other, and Fang Li agreed first, "Well, I'll do whatever I want."

Ruan Qingmu sighed: "What I mean is that everyone try to listen to me."

Classmates are not easy to take care of. If he was in his previous life, would he still need to explain to his subordinates?

Suddenly, he thought of someone.

What that person said, probably without any explanation, you can understand what he means?

……

The last section in the morning of the second day, physical education class.

On the east side of the playground, Bai Jing held his mobile phone and looked at Ruan Qingmu hesitantly: "Then I sent it to him? Do you really need to add some fake materials?"

Ruan Qingmu was lying on the grass, lazily picking up a blade of grass: "You don't want Bai Xiaosheng's reputation?"

Bai Jing gritted his teeth: "Damn it, I'd rather sacrifice my reputation this time and kill them!"

"No, give him the truth." Ruan Qingmu smiled, "You just need to add one sentence, saying that there is no guarantee that the information will not have any mistakes, and that's fine."

Bai Jing scratched her head: "Oh, good."

Ruan Qingmu rubbed the blade of grass in his hand, staining his fair fingertips with emerald green: "By the way, send him the registration status of our class last night."

Bai Jing's fingers trembled, and Huang Ya beside him became anxious: "Why?"

Ruan Qingmu narrowed her eyes: "Don't talk nonsense, just do it."

Across the clear middle line of the playground, Fu Songhua looked at the document he had just received, and readily typed 200 yuan: "Here, make it up, thank you!"

He excitedly ran to the side: "Squad leader, the news has arrived! Huh?"

He hesitated to open another document sent by Bai Jingxin: "From class 9?"

He quickly replied: "What are you doing, didn't you tell me that you didn't sell your class?"

On the opposite side, Bai Jing replied with a smile: "Our sports committee said that this is for you, and you don't need money."

Fu Songhua clicked on it, took a look, blurted out, and said "fuck": "Damn it, it must be fake, Fang Li ran 5000 meters?!"

Qin Yuan reached out to take his mobile phone, looked at the conversation between him and Bai Jing, clicked a few times, and deleted the received file.

"Ah, monitor, that was bought with money!" Fu Songhua screamed, "What are you doing?"

Qin Yuan raised his head and looked at the boys from class 9 on the other side from afar.

Under the big camphor tree over there, the boys from Class 9 gathered around the familiar figure, talking about something.

In the crowd, the boy's side face showed a loose expression.

Qin Yuan slowly withdrew his gaze: "Now that you know, it was sent to you by their Sports Committee, so do you believe it or not?"

Fu Songhua scratched his head in distress: "Big, most of them are true, right? A small amount is adulterated?"

"Regardless of whether it is true or not, since you have doubts, you will be suspicious when you arrange the lineup." Qin Yuan said lightly, "That's exactly what he planned."

Fu Songhua looked at him in shock: "Squad leader, what are you talking about? Just him? Still tricks?"

Qin Yuan lowered his brows lightly: "Yes."

Fu Songhua clutched his chest in pain: "Boss, my heart really hurts, that's 200 yuan!"

"I'll make you up."

"No!" Fu Songhua immediately became arrogant, "I am a sports committee, and I am happy to spend money."

His parents are both intellectuals. Although the family is not considered wealthy, they have never had to worry about food and clothing, and they are not short of living expenses for the only son.

Next to them, the boy in their dormitory shook his head: "Old Fu, what are you trying to do? I bought a piece of scrap for 200 yuan, and Class 9 is so excited to have the real information."

"Hahahaha, Bai Xiaosheng may become the biggest winner?"

Fu Songhua suddenly seemed to think of something, frowned, and glanced at Class 9 again.

……

A boy from Class 9 ran over from a distant printing shop, holding a few sheets with wet ink in his hand: "Brother Ruan, the printing is ready!"

Ruan Qingmu sat up, leaned against the trunk of the big tree, took the latest materials collected by Bai Jing, read them silently and repeatedly, after reading for a while, began to write and draw again, and sighed again after a while.

Bai Jing and the others didn't dare to show their anger, they looked at his messy annotations and probed his brain.

"I think Brother Ruan's serious look is so cool."

"It's so sexy."

Ruan Qingmu raised her foot and kicked Huang Ya's ass who was praising him for being sexy: "You don't need to change your three events. Bai Jing changed your 200 meters to 400."

"Oh, why?"

"Anyway, you're running blindly. The 400-meter race looks like there are many strong players. In fact, ordinary people dare not report. Go ahead. If you get sixth, you can get points." Ruan Qingmu took a pen, pondered for a while, and directed Fang Li, who was sitting silently in the distance, called out, "Can you really run down 5000 meters?"

Fang Li turned his head and whispered, "Yes."

"Okay." Ruan Qingmu nodded, changed her 5000 meters to 1500 meters, and began to ponder again.

In front, Fang Li suddenly stood up silently, and began to run slowly along the runway by himself.

The physical education class was about to end, and there was no one on the track. Fu Songhua was collecting equipment for the class, when he suddenly saw Fang Li beside the track, and his thin shadow fell on the track alone.

He quickly put the net bag in the hand of the person next to him: "Help me put it away, I will come as soon as I go!"

He opened his legs, ran up the runway, and caught up with Fang Li.

"Hey, I want to ask you something!"

Fang Li paused, looked back at him, and ran forward again.

"Your class sports meeting, you have to report 5000 meters, is it fake?"

Fang Li ran forward silently, and it took a long time before he said, "Really."

Fu Songhua became anxious all of a sudden: "Why are they bullying people like this? Tell you to run 5000 meters, and you agree?"

Fang Li ignored him.

"I'll take you to find someone from your class, that Ruan Qingmu is crazy!" Fu Songhua reached out to grab him, but just as he touched Fang Li's arm, Fang Li dodged and dodged.

"You don't have to worry about it, I will do it voluntarily."

Fu Songhua was stunned: "You are so weak, how can you escape? They forced you, don't be afraid, just tell me, I will help you seek justice!"

Fang Li panted, his delicate face flushed red: "I'll say it again, no one is forcing me."

Fu Songhua looked at him, frowned with thick eyebrows, and finally asked cautiously: "Are you angry with me? That night, I said you were not in the pilot classroom, so I just said it casually. I didn't know you were not there..."

Fang Li lowered his head, not looking at him: "I'm not angry with you, and you're not lying."

Fu Songhua stared at him blankly, suddenly a little upset.

Since that night, Fang Li has been avoiding him, no matter how careless he is, he still feels that something is wrong.

"Do you think I'm a friend? If so, tell me, where were you that night?"

Fang Li stopped abruptly: "What do you mean?"

Fu Songhua scratched his head a little anxiously: "Even if you are in an Internet cafe or dating a girl, as long as you tell me, I will believe you!"

Fang Li stared at him blankly, his eyes were slightly red: "What if I don't say it? Or, that night... I just did something I couldn't say?"

Fu Songhua stared at him blankly: "Can, can there be anything you can't say?"

Fang Li suddenly shook off his hand heavily, and rushed forward with all his might.

In the distance, Ruan Qingmu raised her head inadvertently.He watched Fang Li Kuang rushing back on the runway, and when he was approaching, he accelerated his speed and quickly bypassed the crowd.

No one noticed him, but Ruan Qingmu's eyes were very good, but she saw a touch of red in his eyes.

He quickly ticked off the last few items in his hand, and handed them to Bai Jing: "Help me ask the person who has made changes, and if you have no objections, just hand them over to Old Jane."

Bai Jing happily agreed: "Okay, Brother Ruan, don't worry!"

Ruan Qingmu jumped up, went to meet him, stretched out his hand and pulled Fang Li aside.

Avoiding his classmates, he stared closely at Fang Li's eyes: "What happened? That big fool Fu Songhua bullied you?"

Fang Li rubbed his eyes and said in a low voice, "No. I ran so fast... my eyes got ashes."

Ruan Qingmu looked at him thoughtfully: "Then tell me the truth, why did you run 5000 meters?"

Fang Li lowered his head and remained silent.

"If you don't tell me, I'll cancel it for you." Ruan Qingmu's tone suddenly became cold, "I don't want to see you run to your death on the field for some strange reason."

Fang Li suddenly raised his head and looked at him fixedly: "I just want to run by myself, can't I?"

He panted fiercely: "Why do you all... think that I am being forced? I can run, I want to run, you can all go, why can't I?!"

Ruan Qingmu looked at him quietly, and finally nodded: "You can run if you really want to. When the time comes, I will cheer for you."

... Ruan Qingmu went back to lie down under the tree, and involuntarily looked away.

Seeing this, for some reason, Qin Yuan suddenly turned his head in the group 1 over there, and looked this way as well.

The sun was shining brightly, and even though he was far away, he could still clearly see the light flashing in his eyes, with a sharp edge.

Ruan Qingmu narrowed her eyes, grabbed the phone, and waved it over there.

Seeing that Qin Yuan silently also took out his mobile phone, he thoughtlessly sent a sentence to Qin Yuan's WeChat: "What do you think about backing away and scrambling to be the first?"

In the distant crowd, Qin Yuan began to turn around, avoiding people to type.

In less than ten seconds, there was a quick reply.

"Young Master Chong'er and Wang Yuqi? What are you doing? Do you want to line up for the sports meeting?"

Ruan Qingmu looked at the line of words, the sly smile on the corner of her mouth grew bigger and bigger.Sure enough, he understood.

"Yeah, tell that stupid guy in your class to be careful." He typed a message.

"I'm the monitor. Are you here to remind me?"

Ruan Qingmu rested her chin lazily: "It's what you say it is. Indeed, I don't care about him, but you are actually what I want to guard against."

This time, Qin Yuan didn't reply so quickly, he hesitated for a long time before asking: "...What did you report?"

"What are you staring at me again?"

Qin Yuan stared at the phone, typing very slowly this time: "Yeah. Just staring at you."

Ruan Qingmu was in a very happy mood, and replied with a smile: "Everyone, I'm staring at you too."

In the crowd of Class 1, Fu Songhua looked at Qin Yuan suspiciously: "Hello, hello?"

The squad leader saw something strange. He was discussing the logistics of the sports meeting with him just now. Why did he suddenly look like he was wandering, his face was still a little red?