Sharing the Dorm with the Enemy from Previous Life

A Pornographic Board (2) 

Huang Ya suddenly jumped over and hugged Ruan Qingmu, his fat body pressing against him. “The class monitor is right. Niu Xiaoqing is right too. Our class’ Ruan-ge is awesome.”

Bai Jing also madly pounced over and rushed to squeeze Huang Ya. “Old Huang is right!”

“Sports Representative is awesome! Sister Niu is awesome! Class 9 is awesome!” A group of boys shouted and pounced one after another, forming a human barrier and crushing

Ruan Qingmu underneath them.

Ruan Qingmu was caught off guard and was instantly pinned to his seat by the mound of flesh, unable to move.

Although he could fight, he also couldn’t break free when this bunch of human gourds pinned him down.

Under extreme shock, his muffled voice could only be heard underneath after a long time, and he bellowed. “Quickly go away! If you guys don’t get up, I will get up to kill you all!”

The morning classes ended. After lunch, the trending post in the school forum blew up again.

Tang Tiantian, the class monitor of Class 9, personally posted pictures. The first picture was taken from the back, showing Class 9’s underachiever Ruan Qingmu and Class 1’s top student Qin Yuan standing side by side. They harmoniously faced Class 9’s back blackboard; supposedly, they had just finished the board and admired their work.

Scrolling down, Tang Tiantian also posted several pictures of the board in the panoramic view and close-up. She even added a caption below these photos. “The blackboard bulletin will be erased next term. I felt reluctant to part with it, so I took several pictures to commemorate it. P.S. Expressing thanks again to Student Ruan Qingmu for the painting and Student Qin Yuan for the poetry. I hope that Class 1 and 9 will have a long and eternal friendship ~~~.”

Suddenly, someone with keen eyes snatched the first reply by cutting off a detail, enlarging and posting it. “??? Everyone, please come to play spot-the-differences. What is this?!”

Tang Tiantian posted the original painting. The scroll held by the youth in the painting didn’t seem to be “The Eighteen Volumes of the Exam Questions” but was “Eighteen Styles of Secret Plays” right?!

… Inside the office, Old Jian flushed with anger while explaining. “Dean Lu, I don’t agree with withdrawing the award. It’s not a big deal if the kids are fooling around.”

The Dean of the Educational Administrative Department was furious. He took out the picture on his phone and criticized it on his face. “It’s not a big deal? Look by yourself what this thing is. This is a miniature pornographic picture!”

Old Jian expressed his dissatisfaction. “They must’ve been a joke when they were drawing. The kids were well aware of the situation. The one that the art teacher saw and displayed now is “The Eighteen Volumes of Exam Questions”!”

The art teacher held a cup of water and peeked in through the office door while holding back a smile. “I truly don’t remember. The light was dimly lit last night and I didn’t carefully examine it either.”

Old Jian gave him a fierce glare. “Teacher Wu, you aren’t sincere. You just came to me and praised that Ruan Qingmu must have studied Chinese painting and had a very good basic understanding of the arts.”

The art teacher laughed at the Dean of the Educational Administrative Department. “Dean Lu, forget about it. It’s not a small pornographic picture at all. Maybe that eighteen styles of secret plays are some kind of Wuqinxi* exercises back in ancient times.”

*T/N:  Wuqinxi is one of the most popular and longest-running fitness methods in China.

Dean Lu helplessly sighed. “… Comrade Old Jian, I will give you this heads-up, you should keep an eye on Ruan Qingmu. Don’t let him embarrass me in the future, okay?”

He was originally an obscure underachiever student. How did he suddenly become famous throughout the campus as soon as school started again?

Inside Class 1, the bell for the last class in the morning already rang.

The students in Class 1 quickly packed up their books. Suddenly, they heard Fu Songhua let out a big shout, “Fuck, class monitor. I finally figured it out!” He patted his head in his hindsight. “No wonder you didn’t play ball with us last Saturday. So, it wasn’t because of a fever. It was because you went to help that guy draw the board!”

His voice was so loud that all the students in the classroom were instantly shocked into silence.

Qin Yuan’s hand that was packing up the textbooks stopped. He raised his head and quietly glanced at him; his face was expressionless.

Fu Songhua was oblivious and innocently continued to ask with confusion. “But, what exactly are the Eighteen Styles of Secret Plays?”