Sharing the Dorm with the Enemy from Previous Life

    The boy's warm breath was in Qin Yuan's ear, his voice was soft, but it seemed like a thunder had exploded in Qin Yuan's ear.

    His momentary shock did not escape Ruan Qingmu's eyes.

    Sure enough.

    How can this person be bitten by a snake in this lifetime, in the city of steel jungle?

    Qin Yuan's breathing was also a little heavier. He stared at the strange young man he met for the first time, hoarse his voice, and retorted in a deep voice, "It's a birthmark."

    Hehe. Birthmark.

    Ruan Qingmu didn't speak any more, he gasped uncomfortably, raised his hands, and made a gesture of surrender.

    Qin Yuan finally released the restraint slowly.

    Don't look at Ruan Qingmu anymore, he turned his head and walked up the stairs: "Fu Songhua, go with me to carry the textbook."

    Fu Songhua responded, and quickly brought a few boys to follow, passing Ruan Qingmu and glaring at him.

    Several boys were walking towards the teaching building, and Fu Songhua was still nagging: "It's inexplicable, how can a lame be so bold?"

    The classmates beside him nodded vigorously: "It's like a lunatic."

    Qin Yuan buried his head in front and suddenly said, "Are there any disabled students in our grade?"

    There was a classmate next to him who was looking at his mobile phone and immediately shook his head: "No, no, I just asked Bai Xiaosheng from their class, he is a normal person. At the end of last semester, he suddenly had a car accident. He was hit by a car. That's it, that's it."

    Qin Yuan's pace slowed down.

    He turned to look at the classmate who was talking: "Will it be okay?"

    The classmate was a little confused, how could he know if it would be okay?

    He gave an unsure "ah": "It should be alright? It was said that the plaster was just removed, so I was using crutches to recover."

    Fu Songhua glanced at Qin Yuan: Strange, why does the boss have a look of relief on his face?

    It must be the same as him. I feel that I can't care about my disabled classmates.

    …

    When Ruan Qingmu returned to the classroom, she received a lot of complex eyes.

    The eyes of the girls in the first few rows are very strange, the monitor Tang Tiantian's cute cherry mouth opened into an "O", "Bai Xiaosheng" Bai Jing is more like a sunflower, with a head like a sunflower. Followed him from the time he entered the classroom.

     Ruan Qingmu, leaning on crutches, walked to the back row and sat down unhurriedly.

    Bai Jing finally couldn't help it, turned his head and shouted at Ruan Qingmu: "Hey, Ruan, Boss Qin is so good at beating, didn't you get killed just now?"

    At this moment, there was a commotion from the back door of the classroom, and several sweaty boys wearing sports vests walked in from outside.

    The leading boy was big and three thick, with pimples on his face, densely packed, covering his forehead and chin.

    He walked past Bai Jing and sneered rudely: "Qin Yuan can fight? It's okay to lose the grades. When it comes to fighting, I don't know how many people can abuse him."

    He casually pressed Bai Jing's head hard: "You are an idiot. What kind of thing is Qin Yuan, want you to help him here?"

    Bai Jing didn't dare to let out the air, so he shrank his neck and said nothing.

    Liu Jun is the class bully in the class. Even in the entire grade, he can be ranked in the top three roles. He usually leads a few people on the rampage in the class. classmate.

    The most annoying thing is that when the first year of high school started, the head teacher Lao Jian saw that he was in good shape, and without knowing the details, he even gave him a sports committee. After a year, the whole class has nothing People dare to mess with him.

    Liu Jun walked towards the back of the classroom, and saw the crutches on the side of the aisle at a glance.

    Suddenly raised his foot, he kicked it up, one fell to the ground, and the other crutch rose into the air, hitting the back of the boy in front of Ruan Qingmu heavily, the boy was in pain, "Ah" called out.

    The boy who was hit was handsome and wore a pair of large black-rimmed glasses. When he turned around, he was meeting Liu Jun's arrogant face, he shrank slightly, and didn't dare to say a word.

     Grabbing the cane, he timidly handed it to Ruan Qingmu: "Here you..."

    Liu Jun was unhappy, picked up a book beside him, and smashed the boy on the head: "Hey, are you very bold?"

    As soon as Ruan Qingmu entered the door from Liu Jun, her eyes fell on him.

    Watching him approach, listening to him mocking Qin Yuan, watching him kick his crutches, and then watching him hit the boy in the front seat on the head, his eyes became colder and colder.

    "What are you looking at, you want to die?" Liu Jun squinted and gave him a sideways glance.

    Ruan Qingmu slowly stretched out her hand, took her crutches, and sat upright.

    "I think you're an idiot." He moved his white wrist, the cuff of his long-sleeved shirt covered his wrist bone, and his knuckles made a few "clicks", the sound was very light , but everyone in the classroom could hear it.

    Everyone gasped, Bai Jing turned his head in horror, what's the situation?

    The one who was singled out for class 1 was let go by others, and now he is going to duel class tyrants again?

    Liu Jun was obviously confused too.

    He stared blankly at Ruan Qingmu, this is the Ruan Qingmu who was beaten by him in the toilet before and didn't even dare to say a word?

    I just taught him a lesson at the end of last semester. I heard that he was hit by a car on the way home. Is this a fool? …

    He bent down in surprise, stretched out his hand, and wanted to pat Ruan Qingmu's face: "Aren't you lame, why is your brain so funny?"

    The sitting boy moved.

     Violently, he slammed it on Liu Jun's leg.

    Liu Jun was completely unprepared, the pain came, the whole person staggered, and threw himself between the two rows of desks.

    Ruan Qingmu didn't hesitate to insert it, and the crutches clicked and got stuck in the rung of the desk.

    With more force, the other end of the crutch was placed across Liu Jun's neck.

    He leaned down lightly, stretched out his free leg, stepped on the cane, and pressed down.

    Liu Jun's neck immediately burst with blue veins, and his face was blood red.

    The indifferent boy lowered his head and looked at his liver-like face with satisfaction: "I'll remember it later. Don't hit people in front of me, or I'll hit him once every time."

    With the sound of gasping for air, under Liu Jun's frantic struggle, the boy's eyebrows and eyes were delicate and sharp, he crouched in the shadows and raised his hands.

    But the face that was close at hand was greasy and the whiteheads of pimples were looming, he paused, and then moved his hand away in disgust.

    He picked up a dirty book on the ground, and slapped it heavily towards Liu Jun's face

    "Pop!" The book hit the face with a crisp sound.

    The whole classroom exploded.

    The one who stretched his neck and looked back, stood up and leaned over here, it was a mess.

    The squad leader Tang Tiantian hurriedly squeezed back and shouted: "Don't fight, calm down..."

    No one can calm down.

    Liu Jun went crazy, grabbed the crutches on his neck with all his strength, raised it up with all his strength, and scolded: "The surname is Ruan, I'm going to cut you off!"

     Ruan Qingmu smiled, bent over and punched him hard: "I don't have an uncle."

    The younger brothers behind Liu Jun finally came to their senses. Some people stretched out their hands to pull Ruan Qingmu's shoulders, some people punched him in the back, and some people pulled his legs.

    Ruan Qingmu grabbed another crutch and swung it back, the boy's black fist was hitting the steel crutch, and he threw his hand in pain: "Ahhh! Damn you! Hit me!"

    Tang Tiantian squeezed in for a long time before he squeezed in. He saw several boys surrounding Ruan Qingmu, so anxious: "Stop hitting, don't bully people!"

    When she looked up, the head teacher in the corridor outside the window was walking this way, and she hurriedly called, "The head teacher is coming!"

    Ruan Qingmu paused and glanced out the window from the corner of her eye.

    Liu Jun, who was still pressed to the ground, swore that at this moment, he saw a trace of bad intentions on Ruan Qingmu's face.

    Suddenly, Ruan Qingmu jumped away from him and shrank into the corner.

    He clutched the cane tightly, squatted on the ground, shielded his head, waved randomly, and shouted: "Don't hit me, don't hit me... Please! "

    Just as he lifted his foot, the crutch in Ruan Qingmu's hand was heavily on his ankle.

    Before Liu Jun screamed in pain, he shouted again: "Stop hitting, my leg! My leg is about to break again..."

    He was screaming, but his left crutches took advantage of the trend and hooked another boy's calf.

    The space between the seats was small, so the boy immediately fell and gnawed shit, his nose hit the desk, and his nose bleed.

    "Ri, Ruan Qingmu, you are crazy!"

    Liu Jun had pain in his legs, feet, and neck. He was so angry that he was about to go crazy, and he punched Ruan Qingmu on the head: "You mother..."

    In the chaos, only a sound of thunder sounded at the door: "What's going on?!"

    The head teacher Lao Jian hurriedly separated a group of classmates, and saw Ruan Qingmu sitting on the ground at a glance, then looked at Liu Jun and the others, his face was dark.

    "Liu Jun, you are making trouble again!" He was so angry, "You beat someone on the first day of school, and it was a classmate who was not in good health. I think you don't want to do it!"

    Liu Jun and several others were stunned.

    The boy with the nosebleed grimaced: "Teacher, he hit us...",

    Liu Jun blushed: "Yes, we were beaten."

    His whole body hurts!

    The head teacher Lao Jian glared at them, as if looking at a few mentally retarded: "You mean, you are a sports committee member, and some of your basketball team—"

    He pointed at Ruan Qingmu, who was sitting huddled on the ground: "He is alone, how many of you?"

    Brother Nosebleed's nosebleed was dripping happily, and he reached out and wiped his face: "Yes, teacher, don't believe me!"

    Old Jane shouted: "Get out of here!"

    He bent down and helped Ruan Qingmu: "Where is the injury?"

    Ruan Qingmu blinked, stood up with his hand, and sat on the chair very weakly: "No, it's fine. Teacher, they didn't hit me... I was careless."

    Old Jane sighed in her heart, turned her head and shouted angrily at Liu Jun: "Come to my office later!"

    The classroom finally became normal, Lao Jane stood on the podium, and the students all returned to their original positions.

    Ruan Qingmu lazily moved back to her seat, and lightly tapped the desk with her white fingers.

    …

    The author has something to say: There is no huge golden finger in this article.

    But they fight!

    Don't ask why your body can keep up, don't ask why your muscles suddenly have strength. Asking is setting hahaha