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

Old Jian quietly observed Ruan Qingmu, feeling a little uneasy.

Look at this little blushing, probably very angry.

He sighed deeply: "Ruan Qingmu, don't be sad, let alone get excited. Classmate Qin Yuan said it very well. As a teacher, I trust your grades first! Those rumors, You must not take it to heart..."

Ruan Qingmu's expression was a little weird, and she coughed lightly: "Teacher, I'm fine."

"Oh, it's okay..." Old Jane hesitated to speak, "That's good, that's good."

Ruan Qingmu's eyes don't know why, they are a little hazy, like sparkling water waves, and like brilliance flowing.

He smiled, his smile was a little lost, and he suddenly said to Old Jane: "Teacher, tell me, if I want to prove that he is right, is there a very simple way?"

"Ah? What?" Old Jane was a little puzzled.

"At the end of my semester, I will improve my Chinese and English exams a little bit, and then improve all my grades." Ruan Qingmu's expression couldn't tell whether it was carelessness or extra seriousness, "Is that enough?..."

In the school infirmary, two sophomore girls were sitting obediently inside.

The school doctor Gong wrote the medical records "swish-swish-swish" while writing the medical record, and reprimanded angrily: "I still lose weight at this weight! I eat so little in the morning, there is no milk and eggs, and I will faint if I don't have hypoglycemia!"

The girl who fainted and was sent by her classmates whispered: "No. I didn't lose weight, I just really lost my appetite..."

The young and handsome school doctor raised his voice: "The lack of appetite is because you have starved your stomach! If you don't have enough energy and nutrition, you will be fatigued, listless, unable to concentrate in class, sleepy, and your learning efficiency will drop. Understand?"

He was like talking about a cross talk, and then he output it smoothly: "Go on, what is waiting for you is gastric mucosal injury, chronic gastritis, gastric erosion, gastric ulcer, and endocrine disorders, skinny, and anorexia. Are you clear? ?”

The girl's face was sallow from his training, and she didn't dare to say a word, almost crying.

Doctor Gong then stood up and went to look for medicine in the medicine cabinet behind him.

The classmate who accompanied the fainted girl was stunned, swiping his phone quietly, and suddenly whispered to his companion, "Hey, last night, Qin Xueba came forward to clarify the post about Ruan Qingmu's cheating in the mid-term exam!"

"Wow, really? Show me."

The two girls were looking at their mobile phones together, when suddenly, the school doctor Gong was cold behind him.

The sound of ice sounded.

"What cheating?"

The two girls were taken aback, and quickly explained in a low voice: "No, it's just a rumor."

Suddenly remembered something, a girl boldly whispered, "By the way, I mentioned you."

School doctor Gong reached out and grabbed her cell phone, looked at it, and sneered.

"Let's go back, remember to eat breakfast." He said again seriously, "I'm not trying to scare you, there are several areas in the brain that are particularly sensitive to sugar deficiency, they are responsible for learning, memory, and regulating movement, and if damaged, it may even be irreversible. At your age, don't do stupid things."

The two girls nodded hastily: "Yeah, I understand, I must guarantee milk, eggs, and soy milk in the future."

The two girls left, the campus outside ended the sound of reading one after another, and resumed the quiet time in the morning class.

The school doctor Gong was busy for a while, sorting out some commonly used medicines that had been purchased recently, and then grabbed the phone, with a cold face, found the school's post bar, and looked again.

At noon, the cafeteria was crowded with people.

Ruan Qingmu, Bai Jing and the others ate food and found a random seat to sit down. The curriculum of Class 1 is different from them. The teacher often likes to drag the classroom unscrupulously. After a few glances, there is no one from Class 1 in the cafeteria.

Bai Jing poked at the meatballs on the plate, looked around, and cursed secretly.

These evasive, sneaky glances at them from time to time are really annoying.

Between several classes in the morning, the anonymous exposing post and Qin Yuan's clarification post got into each other, and the two factions couldn't stop arguing.

Some anonymous people did not believe that Ruan Qingmu's grades had turned around within half a semester, saying that there must be an inside story; another group of people refuted with Ruan Qingmu's composition, saying that the composition was so good that it was enough to prove everything.

The anonymous person jumped out again immediately, saying that the composition and broadcast manuscripts can prove that Ruan Qingmu's Chinese is really good, so it is unscientific that his English is so good.

In short, the students in other classes were still skeptical, and those who went up to firmly defend the two big bosses were from Class 1 and Class 9. After the battle, they still stood at a slight disadvantage.

Ruan Qingmu frowned while eating sullenly: "Fang Li didn't come?"

Huang Ya hesitated: "We called him. He said he wanted to go to the toilet and told us to come first. He will arrive later."

Ruan Qingmu silently picked up his meal and stopped talking.

Recently, Fang Li doesn’t come to the cafeteria at all. He just waits until the students in the cafeteria are almost gone before coming to eat alone.

rice.

Once he was really anxious and insisted on waiting for Fang Li to leave together, but when he really came to the cafeteria together, he understood the reason.

Those ubiquitous, curious or malicious eyes are too many and too irritating.

Of course he can turn a blind eye to it, but he also knows that, let alone Fang Li, even Huang Ya and Bai Jing, who are as rough as they are, may not be able to withstand it.

"Send him a message, we'll bring him food back later." He said suddenly.

Bai Jing nodded quickly: "Yeah, okay."

That's right, it's better to call him back to eat. It would be a bit pitiful to eat alone.

Behind them, there were two boys from the foreign class with their backs turned to them, they didn't notice them, they were chatting in a low voice.

"By the way, is it true or false that you said Mr. Qin sent those things?"

The voice of the boy next to him was vague, as if he was swallowing: "English, you understand. It's the easiest to copy."

"That's right, if Mr. Qin really gave the answer, of course he will help to make false testimony."

Huang Ya got angry when he heard it behind him, and was about to turn his head back to scold people, when the boy behind him said, "Actually, I tended to believe Mr. Qin, but the problem is, many people heard the invigilator Gong school doctor scold Ruan It’s too late, that’s the ironclad proof, isn’t it?”

Huang Ya got stuck all of a sudden, and glanced at Ruan Qingmu quietly. Sure enough, their brother Ruan's face also sank, and a pair of bright peach blossom eyes suddenly showed a bit of unbearable hostility.

No, no, no, even if he is a muddleheaded person, he has been scolded so publicly for a whole day, and anyone else would explode, not to mention their brother Ruan! .

……

It was lunch time, the cafeteria was overcrowded, but there were no people in the teaching building.

Fang Li sat blankly in the back row of the classroom, staring at the playground outside without moving.

Some students had already returned from the cafeteria after eating, walking back in twos and threes, hooking their shoulders, talking and laughing, and some were chasing and beating each other.

It was the way he had never melted into it, in the sun.

While he was in a daze, suddenly, a deep voice sounded beside him.

"I bought you something to eat, you have a taste."

Fang Li turned his head abruptly, staring blankly at the big boy standing in front of him.

There is no one in the classroom, it is very quiet.Fu Songhua's tall body stood in front of his desk, holding a takeaway box in his hand.

He sat down next to Fang Li on his own, and opened the lunch box. Inside was a braised chicken set and a fish set with pickled cabbage. The black fish fillets were white and tender, and the braised chicken was full of aroma.

"You pick

, give me the rest. He pointed to the two meals, "It should be your favorite food, try it, the signature meal of 'Gaojintang' at the gate of the school, the business is very good. "

Fang Li's lips trembled, looking at the two hot meals, he hoarsely asked, "What are you doing?..."

Fu Songhua didn't refute, and opened the disposable chopsticks, a rare gloomy expression appeared on his handsome sunny face: "Eat, don't get cold."

Fang Li's face was a little pale, he stood up suddenly, and said in a flustered voice, "I, I'll go to the cafeteria right away, there's no need for this."

He turned around and ran towards the back door of the classroom, hastily and hastily, but before he could take two steps, the shadow behind him flickered, and someone grabbed his shoulder.

Fu Songhua's tone was patient, but also a little angry: "Wait until everyone is gone every day before going to eat the leftovers that no one wants? Do you think you are not thin enough, or do you think you don't need to be in good health to study?"

Fang Li was trembling, and tried his best to break free from his hand, but Fu Songhua was tall and strong, and his palm, which was used to grasping basketballs, was extremely strong. Holding his thin shoulders like iron clamps, he couldn't escape at all.

"Let go!" Fang Li finally couldn't help it, his eyes turned red, "What does it matter to you if I eat or not!"

Fu Songhua suddenly yelled: "Why is it okay? You are my friend!"

Fang Li's violently struggling body suddenly stopped moving.

He turned his head, looked at Fu Songhua, and shook his head sadly after a while: "No, I have never had any friends since I was a child."

Even if there was, then they all started to make fun of him and bully him like everyone else.

Fu Songhua stared blankly at him, looking into his red eyes, suddenly at a loss what to do.

He hastily let go of Fang Li's shoulders: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Did I scratch you? Don't cry, I, I..."

He suddenly called out irritably: "Fang Li, please be reasonable. Yes, I said something wrong, but do you plan to hold grudges for the rest of your life?"

He was dazed and aggrieved: "I also apologized, and I also helped you beat up those people who gossip. Why do you still avoid me? We were so good before, and you plan to never forgive me because of this. It’s over, it’s completely broken the friendship between the two of us, isn’t it?!”

Fang Li listened in a daze, and didn't speak for a while.

In the silence, there was a sudden burst of faint laughter from the corridor. It was the first batch of students who had finished lunch and returned.

Fang Li turned around and returned to his seat, looked at the two meals, and reached out to take a piece of braised chicken.

"Nowadays

I will keep this meal, thank you. His voice was hoarse, and his water chestnut-like lips lost their color, "But, there won't be a next time." "

Fu Songhua stood stiffly, on his usually clean chin, there was a small layer of blue, the usual clarity was gone, and he was a little decadent.

Boys at this age have high levels of hormones, and after a few days of not shaving, stubble begins to appear.

Fang Li only raised his head and glanced at him, suddenly felt an unbearable pain in his heart, and dared not look any more.

Fu Songhua stared at him, his eyes were a little hurt: "Fang Li, do you...don't consider me a friend anymore?"

Fang Li lowered his head, his voice was as low as a whisper: "Yes, Brother Ruan is my friend."

He couldn't lie to himself anymore.

He really couldn't help it...to treat this person who often appeared in his dreams as a friend again.

The closer you get, the more scared you feel, the more you feel that you are not only perverted, but also dirty.

Fu Songhua stood there stiffly, as if someone had slapped him hard.

He kicked the desks and chairs beside him violently, turned around and ran out of the classroom.Behind him, Fang Li suddenly called out: "Wait!"

Fu Songhua's body suddenly stopped, and he turned his head full of hope.

Fang Li bent down, took out a meal card from the small pocket of his schoolbag, and handed it to Fu Songhua.

"This...repay you." He said in a low voice, "I recharged the money I spent this time."

Fu Songhua stared blankly at the meal card, and shook his head after a while: "You don't need to return it to me. It's not mine."

Fang Li looked at him in disbelief.

"That's the money our squad leader put in. He was worried about your brother Ruan being poor, so he asked me to bring this to you, and asked you to buy more delicious dishes and take him to eat." Fu Songhua said word by word.

Fang Li stood numbly, his outstretched hand trembling slightly.

"So...is that so?"

Even this special meal card, even this kindness that he kept in his heart, was it all a misunderstanding?

"Yes." Fu Songhua replied.

At the door of the classroom, a group of boys from class 9 ran in hugging each other. Bai Jing, who was at the front, called out enthusiastically: "Fang Li, Fang Li, brother Ruan asked us to help you get food!"

Fu Songhua raised his head and looked at them with strange eyes.He slammed the crowd away, and ran out of class 9 in great strides.

Bai Jing was almost staggered by him: "Hey, old Fu, this bull, why is he running so fast?"

Turning his head, he saw the food on the table: "Ah, he ordered takeaway for you?"

……

Evening

, in the school infirmary, Dr. Gong sent away a student who had just broken his skin in physical education class, got up to wash his hands, and changed into his private clothes after get off work.

The sky is a bit gloomy, the glow of the distant sky has faded, and the dark clouds are slowly gathering.

He walked out of the campus slowly and walked to the next street.

Under the big sycamore tree in the twilight, a cool Ducati 916 luxury motorcycle was parked there, with a cool motorcycle man leaning halfway on it.

The motorcycle man wears sunglasses, his hair is shaved arrogantly, and he has a string of Buddhist beads on his chest that is very inconsistent. Under the beads, there is a men's necklace of a small brand. holy sword.

A pair of long legs were swaying arrogantly, with earphones plugged into his ears, he was shaking his head to the music.

Gong Sinian walked up to him and knocked on his car impatiently.

The young man was listening to the song with his eyes closed, and he opened his eyes when he heard the sound: "Are you coming?"

Gong Sinian suddenly approached his neck, looked at the pile of things hanging on his chest: "What kind of mix-and-match thing is this wearing?"

The young man let out a long sigh: "I can't help it. My old man said he asked the master to ask for it, and he opened it. He forced me to wear it, and beat me with a stick if I didn't wear it."

Gong Sinian stretched his long legs, leaned on the back seat of the motorcycle, and kicked his thigh angrily: "Drive, take me to dinner."

The young man hurriedly looked at the side of his motorcycle: "Damn it, kick me if you kick me, don't scratch my new wife!"

Gong Sinian stared at him coldly: "Again, what is this dead thing yours?"

The young man took off his sunglasses, revealing a sharp-edged and arrogant face, thick eyebrows, and bright eyes.

He approached Gong Sinian, and suddenly kissed him on the cheek: "That's right, it's my wife, you are my lover."

Gong Sinian raised his hand, and slapped him on the head hard: "It's a big crowd, what kind of hooligans are you?"

The young man was not annoyed, he took out two helmets with a smile, and gave one to him: "Okay, no hooligans on the street."

He stretched out his hand, pinched the school doctor comrade's slender waist, supported him on the back seat, and then whispered into his ear: "Let's go home and play slowly at night."

Even though he usually listened to a lot of nasty talk, Gong Sinian's face still turned red when he heard it on this busy street.

"Shut up the scumbag." He sneered, "I agreed not to go to bed for a month, do you dare to go back and try?"

The young man laughed loudly, and started the tall and mighty new motorcycle suddenly: "Try it and try it."

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Straightening his helmet, turning his head, his eyes behind the windshield were evil and arrogant, and he blinked at Gong Sinian: "Try it and you won't die, if you don't try, you will really suffocate."

The author has something to say: Qin Yuan: In this chapter, I am a man who exists in legends... Who am I and where am I?

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Thank you Bubble Mom for throwing a grenade~~~

Thank you Mozu?°ー°〃throwing 2 mines~~~~

thanks to someone.Throwing 1 mine~~~~~

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Thank you Senyu Nuanshu.Throwing a mine~~~

Thanks Hanazawa Wakame for throwing a mine~~~~

Thanks to Skisan for throwing 1 mine~~~

Thank you ○Yuanyuan for throwing a mine~~~