My old enemy from my previous life shared a bedroom with me

Bai Jing and a boy rushed into the dormitory building side by side. Both of them were carrying a big plastic bag, which contained seven or eight bottles of iced cola bought for the dormitory buddies.

Just about to go up the stairs, Bai Jing suddenly stopped and stabbed the people around him: "Where is that? Ruan Qingmu and..."

The boy next to him is called Huang Ya, the one whose headshot was taken by him during the day, his face was bumpy like the surface of the moon. When he turned his head and looked, he was also taken aback: "Fuck, is Mr. Qin next to him? What are they doing?" what?"

Standing face to face without saying a word, the atmosphere is so weird, is this another fight?

Brother Qin is a strong man who singled out a few social brothers and beat people to the blood!

Bai Jing gritted her teeth, ran over, and slapped Ruan Qingmu on the shoulder: "Ahahaha, Ruan Qingmu? Are you coming to live on campus?"

He hugged Ruan Qingmu affectionately: "Come on, I'll take you to the dormitory, which room are you in? There is still an empty bed in 403 next door, is that the one?"

At any rate, he was in the same class, and seeing the people in his class suffer, it was a little bit embarrassing.

Ruan Qingmu was almost knocked down by him, and looked at the front seater speechlessly: "...I live on the first floor."

Huang Ya also came over: "Oh, I understand, your legs are not good. Then we will take you there, where is your luggage?"

Ruan Qingmu raised her chin and nodded at Qin Yuan who was behind them: "My roommate helped me hold it."

Qin Yuan lowered his eyebrows, pulled two suitcases, turned and walked towards the corridor on the first floor.

Behind him, Bai Jing covered his mouth: "What!?"

The two stared dumbfounded at Qin Yuan and Ruan Qingmu. For a long time, Huang Ya asked in a daze, "Do you think... Ruan Qingmu will be beaten to death?"

Bai Jing was also in a daze: "No way, Mr. Qin is a calm person."

Huang Ya took out a bottle of ice coke and opened it, the foam splashed Lao Gao: "Although, but what if he picks up Mr. Qin's clothes again?"

……

The dormitories at No. [-] Middle School are in very good condition and have just been renovated in the past two years.

The dormitory door keys have been replaced with smart card cards, all are equipped with air-conditioning, bathrooms and shower faucets, most of the rooms are quadruple rooms, each person has a bed, bed and table, and there is a large cabinet near the door. The upper and lower parts are divided into four storage spaces for students to store clothes and personal items.

There are only dormitories on the first floor, which are double rooms.

The school encourages group living, and the double rooms are mainly for students with special needs. Every year in the third year of senior high school, there are always a few who suffer from nervous breakdown due to stress and need to be quiet.

But in fact, there are many mosquitoes on the first floor, and sometimes the pipes are easy to be blocked. Most of the students are unwilling to live in it. There are only a few people like Qin Yuan who actively ask to live on the first floor.

Ruan Qingmu leaned on a cane, followed Qin Yuan, and swiped his card into a dormitory.

No one has lived in it for more than a month, and there is already some light dust inside, but the whole house is extremely clean and orderly, one bed is empty, and the sheets on the other bed are neat and clean, the pillows are arranged properly, and the thin summer cool It was folded into a square, just like the tofu cubes in the military camp on TV.

Qin Yuan raised his hand to turn on the overhead light, and turned on the air conditioner in a familiar way, then took off the heavy schoolbag on his back, and silently put it on his desk.Put Ruan Qingmu's suitcase in front of another empty bed.

Without looking at Ruan Qingmu again, he opened his suitcase and began to pack things silently.

The slender boy was bent over, with a clearly defined back, showing a neat waistline and graceful back shoulders.

The muscles of the forearm are not obvious, but they swell slightly with the movement. Under the bright fluorescent lamp, there is a little glistening sweat on the skin.

As soon as the box was opened, there were neatly folded changes of clothes, several sets of identical summer short-sleeved school uniforms, and toiletries packed in transparent hard-shell plastic bags.

Soap toothpaste, toothbrush towels, all beautifully presented.

Ruan Qingmu sat at her small table, watched his movements without saying a word, resting her chin.

As soon as Qin Yuan raised his head, he frowned.

He straightened up, put the toiletries in the bathroom, turned around, and started to put things in his cabinet.

Ruan Qingmu was behind him, watching him put four sets of summer school uniforms into the closet in one go, and finally couldn't help being curious: "Isn't there two sets for each person, why do you have four sets?"

Qin Yuan didn't look back, and replied calmly: "There is no limit, you can also apply to buy ten sets."

Ruan Qingmu let out a "tsk".

Still so clean.

Qin Yuan packed his luggage silently, didn't look at Ruan Qingmu again, but went into the bathroom with a clean change of clothes.

There was the sound of drizzling water, and after a long time, the sound of water stopped. Qin Yuan changed into a school uniform and walked out.

I just got out of the shower, my hair is wet, and water is dripping slightly from the ends.The whole face is refreshing and handsome, tsk, it's as indifferent as the iceberg male protagonist on the posters of those costume dramas.

On the floor of the room, Ruan Qingmu's suitcase was open, and the inside was turned into a mess. On the upper bunk diagonally opposite, someone was busy working.

I don't know how I dragged my inconvenient legs to climb up. The mat had just been laid, and the person was squatting on the bed, entangled with the mosquito net wrapped around his head in distress.

Hearing the sound, Ruan Qingmu quickly turned her head, her sweaty head sticking out from the messy mosquito net: "Hey, ask me something."

Qin Yuan slowly opened his schoolbag and began to take out textbooks and materials: "Huh?"

"Are there mosquitoes here at night? Can you leave off the mosquito net?"

Qin Yuan raised his head, looked at his crossed legs and sad face, stood silently for a while, stretched his long legs, and climbed onto his bed.

Across the bed rail, he found the two corners of the mosquito net that Ruan Qingmu had messed up, untied the rope, and quickly tied it to the small iron hook hanging from the roof.

On the other side of the bed, Ruan Qingmu was wrapped in the tent, struggling out of breath.

Qin Yuan watched coldly, waited for half a minute, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, lifted the mosquito net on this side, and went to the opposite side.

He stretched out his hand to untie the mosquito net wrapped around Ruan Qingmu's arm, pressed his head hard, and pulled him out of the mess.

The mosquito net was tightly wrapped and messy.

Ruan Qingmu struggled for a while, then stopped moving, lowered her eyebrows and obediently let him move.

The two were very close, their warm breath fell on each other's faces, and their arms and bodies rubbed together.

The expression on Qin Yuan's face remained unchanged for thousands of years, but he didn't know if he was a little anxious, and the muscles on his forearms seemed to be a little stiff.

After much difficulty, the mosquito net was finally fixed. Qin Yuan quickly helped fasten the other two corners, turned over vigorously, and jumped out of the bed in two steps.

Ruan Qingmu looked down from the bed: "Hey, thank you, the monitor."

Qin Yuan gave him a cold look, turned around, picked up a few books on his desk, and went out without hesitation.

Ruan Qingmu lay on the newly laid mat, stared at the white ceiling, and smiled silently.

Picking up the phone, he sent a text message to Mu Wanli: "I'm settled down. The classmate in the same dormitory is doing well, very friendly."

Soon, Mu Wanli's text message replied: "That's good, go to bed early, there is a hawthorn pot helmet I put in your suitcase, which can rest your stomach. By the way, remember to share it with your classmates."

Ruan Qingmu climbed out of the bed and looked through the suitcase, and sure enough there were two packs of pastries, each in individual small packages.

Open it, the snow-white biscuit is printed with a bright red cloud pattern on the front, and when it is broken apart, there is dark red hawthorn stuffing inside.

Bite down, sweet and sour.

He ate two slowly, thought for a while, picked up a few, and put them on the desk next door.

……

A few floors away, in the male dormitory on the fourth floor, the doors and lights were closed.

From the outside, the door of the dormitory was dark, and there was a faint light shining in the corner of the door.

A few mobile phones with flashlights turned on, clamped with clothespins, hung on the mosquito net next to them, facing the table in the middle.

A group of boys are fighting the landlord head-to-head with the faint light of their mobile phones.

Huang Ya had a string of notes stuck to her face, and her upper body was completely stripped of her clothes. While shaking the cards, she turned her head and said to Bai Jing behind her, "Change me for a while, I'm going to take a pee."

The flashlight of the mobile phone on the opposite side illuminated his bumpy face. Bai Jing was holding the mobile phone and typing, and when he looked up, he gave him a nod: "Ghost!"

Huang Ya turned her head and hugged him, and pressed back with a shy face: "The ghost has crushed the bed!"

A few boys next to him kept urging: "Bai Xiaosheng, hurry up and help draw the cards, tell Huang Ya to pee, hurry up!"

Bai Jing struggled to get out from under Huang Ya, and sat on the stool dying: "The yellow duck weighs 180 catties now, and I almost vomited under the weight."

The boy next to him nodded: "Don't take off your clothes if you lose in the future. Damn it, he's cool. We're looking at a pile of fat, it's too hot. The winner suffers!"

"That is, if Qin Yuan came to play cards like Qin Yuan, lost his clothes, took off his clothes and secretly took a picture, he could still sell it to girls for a high price. No one wants Huang Ya's!"

"Hahaha, that's true. Mr. Qin dresses meticulously every day. If there is a shirtless photo, it will definitely sell crazy."

Until now, the No.1 vote in the photo contest in the school post bar is still the photo of the class 1 bully.

As the sun was setting, in the golden sunlight, the tall and slender boy rose into the air. In his slender arms, the round basketball had just been released from his hands, and flew towards the basket with the light behind it.

The black hair is flying, and the silhouette is stern.

Suddenly someone "puchi" laughed out loud.

"Hahaha, didn't Boss Qin be forced to reveal himself today?"

"Don't talk nonsense, there is no dew point, it's just showing your chest."

The boys burst into laughter, Huang Ya came out of the bathroom, and pushed Bai Jing away from the chair: "It's alright, alright, you can kneel down."

Suddenly, Bai Jing's eyes lit up, and he quickly picked up his mobile phone to type.

Downstairs, Ruan Qingmu jumped on her feet, took a shower in the bathroom, just came out, the phone screen on the table lit up, and QQ issued a notification tone.

Pick it up and take a look, "Langya Pavilion Baixiaosheng".

"Student Ruan, it's me, please reply me when you see it!" The message was sneaky, followed by an emoji of clapping hands.

Ruan Qingmu replied with a "?" while wiping her hair.

"Is Mr. Qin by your side?"

Ruan Qingmu looked at the neat materials on the next table: "I took the books and went to self-study, what's the matter?"

Bai Jing sent a fly rubbing his hands emoji, showing a strange wretchedness: "Student Ruan, come here, do business. You can take a few photos of the interior of your dormitory for me, and the whole picture will do."

"What?"

Bai Jing sent a shy expression: "Ahem, that... You know, Boss Qin lives alone, and his dormitory has always been a mysterious restricted area. Take some of his desk and bed for photos, and a photo costs five yuan!"

Ruan Qingmu looked at the phone in shock: "You want to sell his private photos??"

Bai Jing hastily denied San Lian: "Don't talk nonsense, it's not me, I don't have it! You take pictures of your own dormitory, and it's not illegal to show a little bit of the boss's bed! Darling, how about ten yuan a piece?"

After waiting for a long time, the other party replied lightly: "I took a screenshot, and I will pass it on to the person later."

Bai Jing: "o((⊙﹏⊙))o......."