Sharing the Dorm with the Enemy from Previous Life

Protecting Wife (Husband)? (2)

“In addition, they need to help the physical education teacher calculate grades during the end-of-the-term exams. If everyone is thirsty during class and wants to drink something, maybe they have to help buy something like cola for everyone…..”

“Aiyo, damn!” Ruan Qingmu was shocked. “Liu Jun and those bunch of blockheads had also never done so much?”

Fang Li cautiously looked at him, and his long eyelashes suddenly flickered behind the big black-rimmed glasses. “That’s why everybody doesn’t like them.”

He pointed to the tall man flitting all over the field on the other side. “Mm. The sports representative of Class 1 had done a good job, so everyone in his class liked him.”

Ruan Qingmu turned sideways, squinted his eyes as he looked, and let out an “oh.” “That silly big guy, ah.”

After pondering, he asked again, “Then, can I not do the job if I don’t want people to like me?”

Fang Li was embarrassed, and there was a slight amber spark in his pupils. “But a class representative is indeed supposed to serve everyone.”

Ruan Qingmu clicked his tongue with a “tch.”

Serving a damn. It was always others serving him and never his turn to serve others.

Liu Jun and several boys dribbled the balls and slowly approached them not far away.

Ruan Qingmu closed his eyes in boredom, totally unaware of everything. Fang Li saw the group of aggressive boys and nervously sat upright.

Li Zhiyong was dribbling the ball on the ground. Suddenly, the basketball smashed into Fang Li’s side with a flick of his wrist.

Fang Li had been on guard earlier. He hurriedly raised his arm, but the ball was close, and the momentum was too quick, so he didn’t manage to dodge it. The ball hit his arm and bounced away.

Li Zhiyong grinned and pointed at him. “Hey, you. Help me pick the ball.”

Ruan Qingmu coldly opened his eyes.

Fang Li’s face was flushed, and his hand was slightly trembling, but he was already accustomed to being bullied by them and didn’t dare to resist in the end.

He had just wanted to move, but Ruan Qingmu grabbed his arm.

Ruan Qingmu halfway sat up and expressionlessly said, “Don’t help them pick it up.”

Fang Li’s face turned pale. After looking at those several tall and strong boys, he felt terribly afraid in his heart. He still stood up, ran to the side to pick up the basketball, and carefully delivered it.

Liu Jun reached out to take the ball and sneered. “Little sissy, I’ll give you a chance.”

He didn’t look at Ruan Qingmu, only leaning closer to Fang Li and whispering a threat, “Stay away from him, and we won’t make things difficult for you in the future. If not –”

He casually raised a hand and suddenly threw the basketball with force. The basketball violently slammed against the side of Fang Li’s face with a swish of wind.

“If not, you will end up like this.”

Fang Li couldn’t dodge in time, cried out in pain, and the glasses on the bridge of his nose fell with a “crash.” Half the side of his face immediately turned red.

He silently held his face. The bridge of his nose ached, and he couldn’t help the tears falling from his eyes.

Not far away, the faces of several Class 1 boys who had been paying attention to that side changed.

Although he couldn’t hear what was said there, Fu Songhua swore and wanted to move and rush there as he saw Fang Li’s appearance.

The boy beside him hurriedly pulled him back. “Old Fu, don’t interfere with other class’ problems.”

Qin Yuan stood there, sweat running down his forehead, and was blocked by a pair of thick black sword eyebrows.

The sky was overcast, and there wasn’t any sunlight. He coldly stood there; the look in his eyes was almost as hazy as the color of the sky.

On the other side, Class 9 boys noticed the situation. Everyone stopped their exercise and looked over while trembling with fear.

Under the tree shade, Ruan Qingmu slowly stood up. Without grabbing his crutches, he jumped and hopped on the ground as if a violent machine had just left the factory and was doing the final quality inspection.

He bent his waist and picked up the basketball on the ground with a movement of his wrist; it was agile and nimble.

Without giving them any time to prepare and without saying anything, he slammed the ball with one hand and suddenly leaped up with a giant stride. The force of his strong and healthy body was like unsheathing a sword.

The basketball, in an arc, poured straight down from the air and heavily slammed against Liu Jun’s face.

Even if it was far away, everyone watching seemed to hear a faint whizzing sound.

The ball was too powerful. Liu Jun was smashed in the whole face, and his body also stumbled backward, bumping against Li Zhiyong behind.

Both of them staggered backward several steps before they could stabilize themselves.

Liu Jun was smashed into a daze. He blankly reached out a hand and touched his nose, then looked at the handful of blood. “…..”

Ruan Qingmu gracefully landed and smiled at Liu Jun. A wicked aura faintly appeared on his face with these white teeth and fair-white skin. “Here, I’ll serve the classmates, helping you guys pick up the ball.”

Liu Jun finally reacted. He carelessly wiped the blood on his nose and snarled, “Fuck you!”

Li Zhiyong, beside him, also shouted in anger, and they rushed there together. Just as their bodies moved, two basketballs had already followed and caught up behind them.

One went to the back of Liu Jun’s head, and the other went to Li Zhiyong’s back, smashing both of them into staggering again.

Both of them were utterly guardless. As they turned their heads and looked, several Class 1 boys stood behind and looked at them with cold gazes.

“Fuck, what are you guys doing?” Li Zhiyong was furious and shouted in a loud voice.

Fu Songhua held both of his arms, carelessly shrugged his shoulders, and insincerely grinned. “Oops, sorry, sorry. My hand slipped.”

Qin Yuan stood beside him. His tall body calmly stood there. He had taken off his commonly worn short-sleeved summer school uniform. He wore a deep blue sports tank top, exposing his broad shoulder and lean arm.

He ignored Li Zhiyong; his pair of sharp and narrow phoenix eyes only looked at Liu Jun.

“I was the one who smashed you.” His tone was calm as if discussing a daily problem. “My hand didn’t slip.”

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The author has something to say:

Fu Songhua: We’re coming!

Top student Qin: Mm, together.

Ruan Qingmu: Eh? No need for that.