Sharing the Dorm with the Enemy from Previous Life

    The temperature in midsummer is hot, and the electric fan in the classroom is fanning "hula la", bringing in gusts of hot air.

    Experiment 3 Middle School, Senior 2 (9) class.

    Senior 2 dogs are not eligible for the full summer vacation, and the school starts in mid-August. Today is the first day back to school.

      one time…"

    "Ah, ah, ah, I'm going to die. Who's English summer homework is done, can I contribute?"

    "I have a full set, Yuan Jingxue from the second class of Peiyou Class, 20 for a single subject, 100 yuan for a full set." A small boy shouted loudly, "Here is a set? You can't buy a bag. At a loss, you can't be fooled."

    The boy behind him kicked his chair and roared: "Bitch, why don't you rob the bank!"

    The one who sold the homework was called Bai Jing, and his fingers were flying, and he was simultaneously sending information about the sale in the QQ group of 500 people across the class.

    He didn't look up: "Nonsense, this is the second homework of the whole grade. I also have a cheap one here. At the end of last semester, the whole grade is the nineteenth, and the whole set is 88 yuan. Do you want it? "

    "Then I want the nineteenth, a single subject in physics. My grades are so perfect, how embarrassing."

    The other boy did not shy away, and came over to discuss with him: "I will buy a single mathematics subject, and then we will share it?"

    "Okay, that's all." The classmate glanced at Bai Jing's mobile phone screen and exclaimed, "Emma, ​​Xiao Bai, you are very busy with your business!"

    "If you win the prize and win the prize, you can buy and sell with one hammer." Bai Jing smiled humbly, "You have to bring the source to share with you, and you can't prevent data sharing **** like you, and you can't make a lot of money. "

    The junior monitor took a few remaining elective intention forms and walked to the last few rows: "Is there anything else you haven't got? Raise your hand..."

    "I got it, I got it, the squad leader worked hard." The boys replied with a smile.

    The small monitor of class 9 is called Tang Tiantian. She is usually soft and soft, with a few cute little freckles on her cheeks. She is very attractive to boys. face.

    In the noise, in the last row by the window, a boy was lying on the table, motionless.

    At first glance, the wrist was surprisingly white under the sun, the slender fingers were curled up, and the light blue blood vessels on the wrist were looming on the cool-toned skin, as if transparent.

    Beside his desk, a pair of steel crutches stood aside.

    The squad leader hesitated for a moment, then tapped the boy's desk in a low voice: "Ruan Qingmu? Wake up, there is a form to fill out."

    The boy who was lying on the table moved and let out a vague nasal sound, lazy and loose.

    When he raised his head, his half-squinted eyes were a little confused, with a suspicious reddishness at the corners of his eyes, staring at her in a daze.

    …

    But in the blink of an eye, I came to this inexplicable and strange world. It was early summer around me, the green plums were fully ripe, and the spring flowers were crippled.

    And he, from the notorious little master of the Demon Sect, Ruan Qingmu, became a high school teenager with the same name and surname, similar age and appearance.

    Wake up in the intensive care unit, the original owner's heart has stopped suddenly, and his mind is still severely damaged.

    After the inexplicable recovery, no one knows that the dead body has been replaced with a core.

    It's just that every night, I still dream of those things in my previous life, the days when my soul drifted after death, and the appearance of that person who was covered in blood and collapsed.

    I can't figure it out.

    The Qin Shaoxia, who has a bright future and a long-standing reputation, obviously takes him as an enemy, and the two have fought for their lives and fought **** for tat more than once or twice. , to avenge him, what the **** is going on?

    Although she doesn't want to be sentimental, Ruan Qingmu still thinks that this person's heavy hand on the second son of the Tang family is probably for him.

    Because when he died, he was poisoned by the Tang Sect first. The knees of both knees were also smashed by the Tang Sect guy.

    Although he didn't snort to death, at that time, it was really **** painful.

    A few years ago, "If it's true, I will give you justice", it's not even an oath. Take your own life?

    He didn't even understand this.

    …

    Squad leader Tang Tiantian stared at his dazed expression and was stunned.

     She had been a classmate for a year, but she was not impressed by the boy named Ruan Qingmu in the back row.

    I was bored and lonely, with the lowest grades and no friends.

    Hair is always a bit long and eyes and face are often covered.

    I vaguely feel that he is good-looking, but after all, weak and introverted people are not welcome anywhere, and it seems that not many people pay attention to him.

    The boy's eyes changed from a reddish sadness to a clear and sharp look in just a short moment.

    The boy straightened up lazily, stretched out his thin wrist, and took the watch handed over: "Thank you, monitor."

    Student: "…"

    Last semester was nearing the end, Ruan Qingmu had a car accident. It was said that it was very serious. She was admitted to the hospital for emergency treatment, and her calf was broken.

    The members of their class committee specially went to see it once, but Ruan Qingmu was still in a drowsiness and did not speak when they went there.

    Why is this school starting, it seems that something is not right?

    The demeanor of speaking is lazy and casual, and there is no such thing as before.

    "By the way, are your legs okay?" she asked cautiously.

    Ruan Qingmu looked at the squad leader and at the crutches at her feet: "The plaster has been removed, it's fine. Be careful not to move around, just keep it for a few days."

    The class leader kindly asked, "Then do you know how to fill out this form?"

    Ruan Qingmu regained her senses, her eyelids lifted gently: "I don't know."

    The little squad leader found in a trance that this Ruan Qingmu's eyes turned out to be a typical pair of peach blossom eyes.

    She blushed: "It's the trial of the class system this semester. There are three classes in the arts and sciences. We can choose which class to go to first. Then the teacher will summarize the registration situation and then unify it. arrange."

    "Oh, when is it due?"

    "Before school in the afternoon," said the class leader, "The class teacher will come to explain later."

    …

    They whispered in the back, and the business of the boy in front was still in full swing.

    A girl turned around and said, "Bai Xiaosheng, is there any homework for Qin Yuan in class 1?"

    Bai Jing hesitated: "Wait for me to ask."

     Turning around, he swiped a message in the second-year high school group: "I want to buy the homework of the Peiyou class boss Qin at a high price. The price is negotiable, and those who are interested will knock it privately."

    This large group is opened by Baijing, not only across classes, but also anonymous, full-time inquiries and gossip, and 999+ speeches are always available.

    The originally lively group chat suddenly became quiet, a little inexplicably cold.

    Someone dressed anonymously and said quietly: "Boss Qin's homework... Has anyone copied it?"

    "I said I haven't seen it before. I'm from Class 1 of Peiyou."

    "Don't say that people won't copy homework, and they won't give people the answers for exams."

    "I heard."

    "+1."

    “+10086…”

    Suddenly, someone anonymously sent a sneering expression: "Che, what is it, is the first grade in the grade great? No homework is copied, no test answers are passed, what are you pretending to be an iceberg boss? Woolen cloth."

    After a pause, she added: "If it were in our class, I would have been beaten to death long ago."

    The air pressure in the group dropped suddenly, and there was silence.

    There was only a brief moment of silence, and a message suddenly popped up.

    Ripple Pieces: "The first age is great, so what's so great?

    Looking at the speaker's cute Barbie head portrait, many people recognized it.

    The art committee of Peiyou (1), is this?

    Soon, the girl who spoke changed her nickname to "Class 1 - Lu Lianyi": "No nickname, my real name."

    Soon, someone continued to speak: "Don't use nicknames, use real names."

    As if some kind of agreement was reached, a large string of messages suddenly appeared violently, all of them bearing the prefix of "Class 1-XXX".

    "Our class doesn't like copying homework and answering, I hope you know. Being a thief by yourself doesn't like honest people, hehe."

    "When will you be beaten to death if you don't cheat for help? Do you have any pride in cheating?"

    "As a class 1 student, I asked my classmates, and everyone said that no one wants to kill our monitor, just want to kill those who say weird things."

    The anonymous one didn't know which class he belonged to. He was chased and scolded by a group of girls, and became angry: "Don't talk to your group of licking girls, you're brainless!"

    The onlookers gasped and were trembling when suddenly, a speech with countless exclamation marks popped up.

    1 Class Sports Committee - Fu Songhua: "Who is it, who is slandering our monitor? Who is mocking the girls in our class?? Fart!! Boys and girls in our class all serve Boss Qin, and lick Yan has a fart relationship? Am I not handsome enough?"

    After he arrogantly praised his handsomeness, he scolded arrogantly: "Fuck an anonymous villain who hides his head and hides his tail, I'm afraid he is not a eunuch? There is a kind of anonymous , come out and duel!!"

    Crowd: "…"

    I also ended up relying on the boys in class 1, what does it mean?

    Bai Jing lowered his voice mysteriously: "I will answer this question, I will tell you, Qin Yuan he—"

    Several furry heads came together, and the girls in the first few rows also pricked up their ears.

    Behind him, the lazy Ruan Qingmu suddenly raised her head.

    Qin Yuan? …

    In the short but chaotic dream when I just took a nap, the yellow sand was flying, **** eyes, and it floated up again.

    Damn, who deserves this name too.

    He looked at the back of Bai Jing's neck in front of him, his eyes a little cold.

    The author has something to say: Dear everyone, open a new article.

    Long time no see again, um, at the moment of the epidemic, is everyone okay?

    Especially the students, are you so suffocated that you want to explode... Let's write a campus article, I hope you like it~~~~

    Two chapters today, and more~