Sharing the Dorm with the Enemy from Previous Life

    In the classroom of Peiyou Class 1, most people are sitting quietly in their seats, doing the exercises and homework of each subject today.

    There are still more than 20 minutes before the end of the evening self-study, Fu Songhua finally rubbed his wrist and put down the pen.

    "Mom, Miss Qu is crazy. Just doing her math papers can kill you for one round."

    The math teacher of their Peiyou class was named Qu.

    The boy next to him asked enviously, "You're done? I'm not done yet."

    Fu Songhua showed off proudly: "That is, I am the top ten in the grade for speed and the top five in this class."

    He turned his head and reached out to grab the homework on Qin Yuan's desk: "This classmate in the first grade, give me the answer."

    You don't need to look, you know that this one has already done it.

    Qin Yuan didn't look up, lowered his eyebrows, and the screen of his mobile phone was on.

    Fu Songhua glanced over, a little strange: "Hey, boss, do you watch QQ groups? You don't usually like to watch it."

    Qin Yuan backhanded, flipped the phone over quickly, and said lightly, "Just take a look."

    Fu Songhua didn't think much about it. He took a few homework and thought about it for a while, and then changed it.

    He was burying his head in revising the question, when a boy behind him suddenly shouted in a low voice: "Ouch, that cork is making trouble again!"

    Fu Songhua was stunned for a moment, then turned his head: "Can he stop for a while?"

    Several boys asked: "What? What happened to the **** from Class 9?"

    Last time I was in the group, that guy just had a lot of trouble. Class 1 is already united, both boys and girls support the monitor, and everyone is a scumbag for this provocative foreign class. Dislike.

    The boy watched the fun so as not to be afraid of the big event, he shouted: "Class 9 just had a class meeting, he jumped out, ran for sports committee, and squeezed Liu Jun down!"

    “Damn it, is it so rude? How did you do it!”

    "It said that he stood up on the spot to fight with Liu Jun, saying 'if you bother him, choose me, if you bother me, choose him' - I rely on it! Then they voted anonymously on the spot, and he The high vote won."

    Fu Songhua was taken aback, and hurriedly asked: "Why! What kind of virtue is he?"

    The boys in class 1 were also surprised: "Yeah, the lame is the sports committee, are the people in class 9 crazy?"

    "I don't know if the people in their class are crazy or not, Liu Jun is probably crazy. He is super arrogant, so he was robbed of the class, and he was only convinced if he was convinced."

    It was almost the time for self-study in the evening, everyone's enthusiasm for gossip was all ignited, and they gathered together to discuss fiercely.

    After a while, all kinds of gossip came back.

    "Oh, it's so awesome! In the live vote, Liu Jun only got 8 votes, Ruan Qingmu got more than 30 votes!"

    "Right, right, when rap votes are drawn on the blackboard, seeing Ruan Qingmu's votes soaring, Liu Jun's face turns green."

    Suddenly, a girl held her phone and whispered, "Wow, there are girls in their class who secretly took a video!"

    The girls around her curiously leaned over: "What video?"

    The loudspeaker of the mobile phone was turned on, but the sound was still low. The girls around there didn't look at it for a while, and suddenly exclaimed in unison.

    "Wow, he's so handsome!"

    "It doesn't seem so annoying anymore, hahaha."

    Fu Songhua was so itchy that he shouted at the other side, "Hey, what's up? You girls also send it to us."

    The girl pursed her lips and smiled, and transferred the short video to the class group.

    Most of the top students in class 1 are well behaved, and most of them do not bring their mobile phones to self-study.

    Behind him, the number of votes that have been sung, 31 votes are the best, which is very conspicuous.

    Besides, the quiet Qin Yuan sat alone and silently opened the class QQ group.

    In the picture, Liu Jun's companion shouted from the back: "We are not convinced! How can the lame be a sports committee? Isn't it better to choose sports?"

     Ruan Qingmu on the podium looked up and glanced over there: "Oh, I used to be lame, but now I'm getting better."

    "Good legs don't mean good sports!"

    Ruan Qingmu smiled and said casually, "I won't say much about the inauguration speech, just say one sentence - whoever is not convinced can still fight now."

    The camera zoomed in, and it was obvious that the girl who was taking pictures quietly moved the focus.

    The teenager in front of the podium lowered his head, found a piece of red chalk on the podium, and slowly smeared it on the fingers of his right hand.

    The students in Class 1 who watched the video were a little confused: "What is he doing?"

    Just when everyone was surprised, the boy with delicate eyebrows and drooping black hair turned around.

    In everyone's eyes, he jumped up and down.

    The white wrist raised, and a few dark red fingerprints appeared on the snow-white wall.

    The shavings of chalk fell one after another, small but flamboyant.

    In the camera, the teenager turned around and smiled lightly: "A person like me has always convinces people with morality and doesn't engage in fighting and killing. Come on, whoever is higher than me mm, I'll give way now, and don't say anything else."

    There was a commotion and screams in the video, and a whisper was recorded on the speaker.

    "So high! How did he jump?"

    "Ahhh, so handsome..."

    Video stopped.

    In the self-study room of Class 1, all the boys around were stunned, raised their heads almost at the same time, and looked at the blackboard of their class.

    Behind the crowd, Qin Yuan also raised his head and stared at a place on the edge of the blackboard with deep eyes.

    "Fuck, this height...can I grab a rebound?" Someone muttered.

    "I just wanted to ask, is he a lame man, is there a spring on his leg?"

    A boy turned his head and asked Fu Songhua: "Hey, sports committee, can you jump so high?"

    Fu Songhua pulled back the progress bar, stared at Ruan Qingmu's movement from jumping to touching the wall, and watched it again and again, then turned his head and asked in a low voice, "Boss, I watched the video. ?"

    Qin Yuan raised his head: "Huh?"

    Fu Songhua lowered his voice: "What do you think? This jump height, I'm afraid we are the only two of us in Class 1 can do it?"

    Qin Yuan glanced at him lightly: "Are you sure you can?"

    Fu Songhua gritted his teeth, and smashed the table in dissatisfaction: "I don't believe it!"

    …

    The students who finished their evening self-study were almost gone. In the corridor, a group of boys ran out of Class 1 classroom and sneaked towards Class 9.

    Fu Songhua held Qin Yuan's arm in his hand and dragged him forward desperately: "Squad leader, come on, let's go and have a look, just take a look!"

    In the classroom of Class 9, the two remaining students on duty straightened up, almost not being frightened by the crowd rushing in like locusts.

    Class 1? Walking in front, isn't the handsome guy from the second year of high school, Qin Yuan, and the male Peacock Sports Committee of their class?

    The boys of class 1 crowded around the podium noisily, exclaiming for a while: "Fuck! It's really tall!"

    A tall boy jumped up and touched it, and when he fell down, his face turned red.

    It's still a long way from those few fingerprints!

    In the midst of laughter, someone shouted: "We won't be ashamed, old master!"

    Fu Songhua answered proudly, rushed to the podium and looked up.

    It's really arrogant, there are several red handprints on the white wall, clearly printed on it.

    He stretched out his hand to pick up the red chalk, smeared on the tip of his finger, took a breath, and jumped on the spot.

    With a "pop", the palm hit the right side of the original palm print, and then landed firmly.

    Looking up, he almost jumped up again in anger. It was actually a little lower than Ruan Qingmu's fingerprint!

    "Hahahaha, old man can't do it! It's too fake." A group of boys laughed wildly.

    Fu Songhua was anxious: "Damn it, who do you say can't?"

    He rubbed his hands and stood on the edge of the podium again. After a long time of brewing, he suddenly took off again.

    "Pop!"

    This time, the one next to Ruan Qingmu finally exceeded a few centimeters.

    Fu Songhua breathed a sigh of relief and cried out in his heart.

    "You see, this kid's cap is covered!" He pointed at it triumphantly.

    "Oh, oh oh, the old man is great! The old man is great!"

    Amidst the laughter of the boys, Qin Yuan, who had been standing in the back, stretched out his hand and pushed aside the crowd.

    The noisy boys all around became quiet.

    In the silence, Qin Yuan swiped the chalk with his fingertips, bent his knees, bounced, and got up!

    The place where his articulated palm landed was one or two centimeters higher than Fu Songhua next to him, but it was completely covered on the earliest fingerprint of Ruan Qingmu.

    At the same time of exceeding, the fingerprints are scattered and overlapped, like ten fingers clasping, intimate intimacy.

    …

    "Wow, the boss is really cool!"

    "The squad leader is 2.8 meters tall!"

    "Old Fu was suppressed, so he was only assigned to the squad leader to carry shoes, hahahahaha..."

    In the complacent laughter of a group of boys, Qin Yuan looked at Fu Songhua.

    His voice was soft, but his expression was a little strange: "We both lost."

    Fu Songhua blushed a little and snorted.

    He raised his head guiltily and looked at the handprints again.

    Qin Yuan's words are right, touch height minus height is the real bouncing height. Taking into account the height factor, their jumping power is only half a pound and a half with that Ruan Qingmu.

    What's more, the monster still has wounds on its feet.

    Fu Songhua shrank his neck: "Okay, let's go."

    A group of boys ran out again like a tornado. The two students on duty wanted to cry without tears. Looking at the red handprint above the blackboard, one took out his mobile phone and took a picture of it with a "click".

    "What are you doing, are you really going to sue?" The classmates beside him whispered, "Don't mess with them, that's the boss of Class 1."

    The boy who took the photo gritted his teeth: "Who dares to complain, I told Ruan Qingmu and them to be careful."

    "Ah, watch out for what?"

    The boy exclaimed excitedly, "Have you seen "The Legend of Condor Heroes"?"

    The opposite classmate was at a loss: "There are several versions, which version are you talking about?"

    "It doesn't matter which version it is, it's the devil Li Mochou! When Li Mochou wanted to kill people, he just came to the door and left **** handprints. Don't you understand what it means?! "

    …

    The author has something to say: Little Master: I just got off Naiheqiao Airport, thank you for your invitation.

    —Wearing in this world, with a black eye, I really don’t know who Li Mochou is, is Qinggong good?

    ——————

    Thanks to the Mu family for throwing 12 mines and 2 grenades

    I am the changer of Mo De's feelings and threw 5 mines

    Ink threw a grenade

    Ye Shen，42759704

    , SZ-shoreline, Zhang Wenjun, no fish, oemiracle, baby came, threw a mine

    Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 30 bottles of Su Qi; the new light of the sun you gave me, the smallest boring number, who are you, ink, Wuling 20 bottles; zj, Ye Jin, Mingruozhixia, 10 bottles of Lexi; Red Guigongzi, Nanxi 4 bottles; 310446713 bottles; Baimo, Momoai Ningyi, Hongmo, Mo, wlmxwylk 2 bottles; Yingyingyingying, Fengjun, Do not want to grow Big, Fujiwara Chihiro, 囡囡??`, endless, 1 bottle of small chrysanthemum;

    Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!