Sharing the Dorm with the Enemy from Previous Life

    The second day's comprehensive science exam took half a day, three hours.

    No classes were arranged in the afternoon, each class saw a needle, and a set of papers was issued.

    In the administrative building, the teachers of the second year of senior high school are also working hard to correct the new papers.

    The grade director sent the latest statistical table in the work group: "Every class teacher, take a look. The physics competition class now has 38 applicants, 32 chemistry, and 30 biology. The specific list is in Next, let's see if there are any omissions."

    Old Jane glanced at the computer while approving the papers. When she saw the bottom, she sighed in her heart.

    The grade leader looked at him meaningfully across two desks: "Mr. Jian, there are only two people in the whole grade who signed up for the three competition classes, one is Qin Yuan from the Peiyou class. , there is another one from your class."

    Several teachers who were correcting their papers raised their heads and were surprised: "What's the situation?"

    Someone looked at the computer curiously: "Oh, it's really from Class 9—Ruan Qingmu? Who is this?"

    Old Jane sweated a little on her forehead: "Hahaha, this... It's good for students to be motivated."

    The teaching content of the competition class is extremely difficult, and the progress is ahead of schedule.

    They were afraid that students would be afraid of difficulties, so they set a tone early, specially encouraged students with good grades to apply bravely, and released the tone of "as long as you sign up, you can get on".

    One of the tenets of the shift system reform was originally "free class selection and adjustment at any time".

    As he was talking, someone knocked on the door of the office. A thin teenager leaned on crutches and leaned lazily by the door: "Teacher, I'm here."

    It is Ruan Qingmu.

    Old Jane hurriedly greeted him to come in and sit down, and thought for a while: "The teacher came to you to ask this."

     Ruan Qingmu took a look and said, "Oh, if you don't meet the standard, you can't get on, right? It's okay, I'll just report it."

    Old Jane quickly reassured: "No no, you have such determination, that's a good thing, we will never reject any student who has high standards and strict requirements for ourselves!"

    "It's a good thing that you can suddenly rise up." Old Jane patted him on the shoulder excitedly, "The teacher will definitely support you, but I also have some suggestions, you may as well listen."

    "Teacher, you said."

    Old Jian sincerely persuaded: "The competition class, after all, the progress is a bit difficult, if you sprint the competition class at once, I'm afraid you will start to struggle."

    Ruan Qingmu looked at him, her eyes were dark and bright: "Ah, yes."

    "I think it's better for us to report flights for all three courses. Do you think it makes sense?"

     Ruan Qingmu nodded sincerely: "Well, it makes perfect sense."

    Old Jane refreshed: "Then—"

     Ruan Qingmu smiled slightly and interrupted him: "But I still want to go to the competition class."

    Old Jane: "…"

    "Teacher, I feel that I wasted a year, and I am very regretful. If I don't give myself a harsh and high-pressure environment, I am afraid that I will be useless from now on."

    Ruan Qingmu sat upright, looking at the teacher with clear and clean eyes, as if with shallow melancholy and loss: "Teacher, give me a chance. I will do my best, I want to prove myself It is also possible to become a person like Qin Yuan."

    Old Jane: "…"

    A group of teachers with pricked ears: "…"

    This classmate is amazing, I'm afraid it's not because of the misunderstanding of people like Qin Yuan.

    Old Jane almost didn't catch her breath, so she had to save the country through other ways: "It's like this, I found that your language score can be improved, we might as well focus on improving this Door?"

    He clicked on the paper on the table: "Look, I noticed a problem, this score is very strange, do you like ancient prose and poetry?"

    All the knowledge points of ancient texts are full marks, and the modern parts are full of mistakes, which is quite obvious.

    Ruan Qingmu looked at him with clear eyes: "Yes, I like our ancient culture."

    Old Jane immediately became happy. Middle school students, especially little girls, many people like ancient poetry, which is also a common occurrence.

    "What do you like?" He looked at the scumbag classmate kindly, and the more he looked, the more he felt that the child was now beautiful and smiling.

    "Poetry, poetry, chess, calligraphy and painting, I like a little bit." Ruan Qingmu replied respectfully.

    "Hahaha!" Lao Jian was delighted, "Come, come, memorize a favorite song, I'll listen to it."

     Ruan Qingmu blinked: "Ah, I also like 'full boat with red sleeves, laughing and throwing silk handkerchiefs. Boating on Jiangzhu, the account is the same as Xiaoyao'."

    The grade group leader not far away snorted out a mouthful of wolfberry chrysanthemum tea.

    Old Jane's face darkened, and he reached out and rubbed his head: "Don't read those third-rate online novels, what a boat full of red sleeves tricks, look at Li Bai, Du Fu, Wang Wei, Bai Juyi!"

    Several teachers laughed together, and Lao Jian waved helplessly: "Well, the teacher understands your determination, let's go."

    …

    One day later, the results of the trial of the shift system came out, and the new class schedule and class schedule were posted on the bulletin board of each class.

    Early in the morning, the students of each class were crowded by the bulletin board, noisily watching the sub-classes.

    "Oh, there are very few people in the competition class, there are only thirty people."

    "Boss Qin really reported all three subjects, tsk tsk."

    "I won't go to the competition class if you kill me. Thirty students are in a small classroom, doing the competition questions together every day, and you will suffocate just thinking about it?"

    "Yes, the feeling of dying." A bunch of scumbags resolutely agreed.

    Suddenly, someone finally found out what was wrong.

    "Hey? Am I dazzled? Is there anyone else who signed up for the competition class in all three subjects?"

    The students in the back couldn't squeeze in, and they all shouted: "Who the **** is that? Who is so arrogant?"

    "Is it Li Jianquan, the academic committee of Class 2 of the merit-based class?"

    In the front, several shocked voices sounded at the same time: "No, our class 9..."

    What a **** face.

    …

    On the first day of the pilot class, all the students were very excited.

    Experiment 3 Middle School is the first time to carry out this kind of pilot, and the school's academic affairs office is even more nervous than the students. Match the rolls one by one.

    In the physics competition class, a group of students sat together excitedly and chatted enthusiastically.

    There were originally two training classes, including the top 100 students who entered the school in the first year of senior high school. Now the students who apply for the competition class are all students from these two classes, not 1 Class, that is, Class 2, most of them know each other.

    The physics teacher is a little old lady, surnamed Li, short and fat, with a serious bun, and is recognized by the school as a famous physics teacher.

      Be self-conscious, sit back. If you are severely short-sighted, raise your hand and I will transfer it to the front."

    More than 30 top students were obedient and obedient, and immediately took the initiative to fine-tune it. At the end of the crowd, a boy with a cold expression sat in the back row and did not move. It was Qin Yuan.

    He is the tallest among boys, just 183 cm in the second year of high school, and his eyesight is also the highest 5.3. In the original class, he also took the initiative to sit in the back.

    A boy with glasses as thick as the bottom of a wine bottle raised his hand: "Teacher, I..."

    Old Mrs. Li nodded: "You sit forward."

    He glanced at Qin Yuan behind him, and his face flushed: "No, I want to sit next to Qin Yuan! I want to make progress with him and ask him about his learning methods."

    Mrs. Li was about to nod her head when someone knocked on the front door of the classroom: "Report, I'm sorry I'm late."

    A student from class 9 stood at the door, not conscious of being a poor student at all, with a smile on his face: "Teacher, I also want to sit next to Qin Yuan, can I?"

    A group of scholars: "…"

    Is there any Peiyou class 1 and 2 in this class? ?

    Old Mrs. Li looked at his crutches and scolded her for being late.

    "It's alright, just sit down." She stood on the podium and began to speak proudly, "In our class, every student who comes in thinks about the competition trophy, which is very good. ."

    The 30 or so people are all top students. Once they listen to the lectures, they are frighteningly quiet. She supports the podium with satisfaction: "I have taught physics for 30 years. I am leading the game. I am confident that in our class, we will continue to teach a large number of students who can win trophies. How about we have a good success this year?"

    The following group of primary school bullies were excited: "Okay! Good start!"

    “What is the provincial award, we want the national award!”

    Ruan Qingmu looked at the excited faces around her, then looked at her empty desk, put her body close to the curtain, and quietly hid half of her body inside.

    The first class in the afternoon is too easy to sleep.

    As soon as I closed my eyes, a very low voice sounded in my ears, sweet and cold: "Where are your textbooks?"

    Ruan Qingmu opened her eyes and looked at the familiar face at the new adjacent table.

     Sword eyebrows and phoenix eyes, sharp and bright eyes, when looking at people, always with the usual courtesy and culture, but it is cold and distant.

    "No." He yawned.

    Qin Yuan frowned at him.

    Mrs. Li said in a loud voice: "My idea is to finish the textbook content for this semester before the end of October, and then get all the knowledge points of the college entrance examination in November, and the next training, Just prepare for the competition..."

    Qin Yuan sat up straight and looked directly at the teacher on the stage, but for the first time, in class, he was distracted.

    It seems that in the cross-class group, people in class 9 said that Ruan Qingmu's textbooks were torn up. Is it true? …

    The picture of noon suddenly appeared in his mind, and the plate that looked like a monk's vegetarian meal was shaking in front of him, causing people to be disturbed for no reason.

    So, does this person have no money to buy new textbooks?

    He suddenly stretched out his hand, threw his physics textbook on Ruan Qingmu's table, and whispered, "Use this first."

    On the podium, Mrs. Li's attention was suddenly attracted, and she saw Ruan Qingmu raised her head sleepily, shouting: "What are you playing, so loud !"

     Ruan Qingmu was confused: "?"

    Mr. Li called out majestically, "Come on, give me an answer, how do you solve the second half of this question?"

     Ruan Qingmu: "...No."

    "I don't want to listen!" Mrs. Li hated that iron was not steel, "If you don't learn by yourself, at least be quiet and stop making strange noises!"

     Ruan Qingmu: "Oh, good teacher."

    Qin Yuan gave him a cold look and opened the note.

    "If I don't attend the class, I won't waste the textbook."

    Qin Yuan frowned a few times, replied under the note, and brought the textbook over with a cold face.

     Li Jianquan, the school committee member of Class 2 next to them, glanced at them secretly, as if a little mouse was scratching in his heart: what the **** are his idol Qin Xueba and the scumbag of Class 9 doing!

    Why Mr. Qin didn’t listen to lectures in class, did he like to pass notes?

    The question is what can I chat with a scumbag? …

     Ruan Qingmu opened the note silently and looked at the line above: "What are you doing here if you don't listen to the class??"

    The handwriting is sharp and beautiful, scribbled, but it has a vague character and is clearly visible. .

    Ruan Qingmu carefully looked at the handwriting for a while, then suddenly smiled.

    In his last life, he had only seen this man's handwriting once, on the letterhead of the contract.

    The pen is like a knife, sharp and awe-inspiring.

    He took the note out of the textbook, stuffed it into his trouser pocket, and turned his head.

    The sun was shining brightly, shining on his white, almost transparent side face, faintly golden shimmering on the fine hair of the young man.

    Why don't you go to class?

    The corners of his mouth curled up, half a smile, and he answered silently with his mouth.

    Although there was no voice, Qin Yuan understood the sentence clearly because he spoke slowly.

    "To see you."

    …

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