Sharing the Dorm with the Enemy from Previous Life

You Can Stroke It Back (2)

Huang Ya moved over and stared at Ruan Qingmu doubtfully. “Ruan-ge, are you serious about getting into the top 100? If that’s true, I won’t follow you to fly. You only have enough strength to pull yourself up.”

Ruan Qingmu indifferently glanced at him. “It’s true, ah. It’s not that difficult.”

The gazes of the boys beside them became unreadable.

Bai Jing suddenly asked sneakily, “Ruan-ge, can I ask you for your permission about something?”

Ruan Qingmu stared at him. “What?”

Bai Jing said with a cheeky face, “Please allow me to open a betting post and bet on whether you can enter the top 100 in the next end-of-term exam. I’m serious, I’ll give you the money from my shares.”

The betting post about who would make the first move on Ruan Qingmu had been abandoned due to the small group dinner between Class 1 and Class 9 last time. The “Class 1 Boss will exterminate the soft balsa wood first” group had dispersed a thousand miles away, but the “Liu Jun will exterminate the soft balsa wood first” also didn’t gain the upper hand either.

Seeing Liu Jun being beaten into blood, who would still fucking think that he could exterminate Ruan Qingmu?

Ruan Qingmu looked at him. “Can I bet on myself?”

Bai Jing was exhilarated. “You can! You can! For the odds… I will calculate first and will open the betting post in the forum. We will make do with this.”

The class monitor, Tang Tiantian, coughed in front while holding a book. “Don’t always open this kind of betting, ah. You will get into trouble if the teacher finds out about it.”

Bai Jing smiled mischievously. “The teacher won’t be able to understand it. We use Jianghu slang for such things.”

Huang Ya suddenly lowered his head. He looked at Ruan Qingmu’s English textbook as if discovering a new world. “This is a worn book, ah. There are even notes inside its pages?”

He casually flipped it over and the full name on the cover page was revealed. “Li Si… eh?”

The surrounding boys simultaneously let out a significant “oh.”

Ruan Qingmu was using the worn teaching materials of the senior year student, Li Si! She was the super sweet big beauty who occupied the top place in the school flower voting list.

She was beautiful and had a sweet smile, but the most important thing was that she was also good at school. She had never fallen out of the top three places during her senior high school year. Countless boys had secret crushes on her.

“Ruan-ge, honestly explain this. How do you know the Goddess?” Huang Ya looked at that beautiful handwriting and “tched” in admiration.

Ruan Qingmu raised his eyelids. “What’s a Goddess?”

Huang Ya hit him hard on the shoulder. “Don’t pretend, ah. She is the target of the confession reaper under the acacia tree!”

Because the acacia tree in front of the cultural and sports building bloomed so beautifully and splendidly every year, a romantic graduation confession trend spread among the students of the Experimental No. 3 High School.

After finishing the college entrance examination and following the volunteer application announcement, many boys and girls would look for a laminated card and write their confessions on it. Some wrote it with their name and some wrote it anonymously. Some wrote their confession letter without naming the target and some enthusiastically and brazenly called out to that person.

A long red ribbon was tied to the bottom of the laminated card, carrying the teenagers’ last bit of obvious or secret crush. Later on, it would be tied to the acacia tree’s branches during graduation season. The entire tree would be filled with flapping and floating cards.

On the confession card left by the graduating senior year’s boys last year, most of them were the confession card for junior sister Li Si. The amount could make up the number of employees of one company!

“Honestly speaking, the top student won’t easily lend her book to other people, let alone the Goddess. How did you get your hands on this?” Huang Ya poked at him with a lewd smile. “Do you steal it or pick it?”

Ruan Qingmu lowered his head and looked at the textbook and his face was a little strange. “Oh, did it really mean anything that Qin Yuan had gotten his hands on this book?”

Tch. Qin Yuan was really a big deal.

***

Inside the Class 1’s classroom, Fu Songhua tidied his schoolbag and turned his head to call Qin Yuan. “Class monitor, let’s go back to the dormitory together.”

Qin Yuan let out an “Mm.” He didn’t raise his head. “You guys should go back first. I’ll go back a little later.”

Fu Songhua curiously moved over. “What are you doing? English?”

Qin Yuan always did his homework early and started to prepare for the content later. Why did he suddenly become slower than everyone else? Those densely packed words were all in English.

Qin Yuan didn’t raise his head. “Mm. I’m making a summary. “

Fu Songhua said with a cheeky smile, “Boss, can I take a look at it after you finish?”

Qin Yuan finally raised his head and answered shortly, “It’s not suitable for you. It’s the junior year content.”

Fu Songhua widened his eyes. “Boss, what are you doing? Recalling the past to understand the future?”

He felt that even he didn’t need to review the content from junior year.

The standards for Honors Class were all here. After all, they had been oppressed by many text paper exercises and the memory of previous contents was deeply engraved in each of their minds.