Sharing the Dorm with the Enemy from Previous Life

First Meeting (1)

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Honors Class 1 students were stunned and looked toward the window.

Fu Songhua suddenly jumped up from his seat.
“It’s you? You’ve actually come?!”

Ruan Qingmu tilted his head and looked at him while sighing.
“Qin Yuan’s not here? It’s okay if he’s not here.
You can bring a few boys out.”

It was probably no problem to let him move the textbooks given his tall stature, right?

There was an uproar inside the classroom.
Under numerous gazes, Fu Songhua chose some boys.

He rushed out of the classroom with giant strides, ran to the window’s side, reached out, and grabbed Ruan Qingmu’s collar.

“Okay, this little man was really more than 175 cm.
Come on…why do I still need to bring a few people just to beat you?!”

Ruan Qingmu’s body was forcefully turned around.
He staggered once and almost fell.
The crutches placed beside the window fell on the ground of the corridor with a bang.

Fu Songhua glanced at the ground and was stunned.

Fuck, this was actually a disabled person??

A disabled guy with crutches had dared to come provoke the Boss from Class 1?

Someone from the class next door had started to cling to the windowsill and looked over.
A group of people from the faraway Class 9 stuck out their heads to look.

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What was this situation?

Someone from Class 9 scolded Class 1’s class monitor and top student Qin Yuan, and even dropped by to provoke a fight??

After all, Ruan Qingmu had just removed the cast from one of his legs, and he wasn’t very nimble yet.
After shaking for a while, he stood firmly with great difficulty.

Fu Songhua was feeling depressed in his heart: look at his pretty face and frail body.
He was afraid that this person would fall to the ground with one punch.

Forget it, he, Fu Songhua, was upright, and he wouldn’t fight a disabled student!

Ruan Qingmu lifted his head, squinted, and looked at the handsome and tall Fu Songhua in front of him.

“Just now, was it you who called me out inside the group chat?” He calmly exercised his wrist and faintly asked.

Fu Songhua sucked in a deep breath – mustn’t bully a disabled student! Must not! Must not!

He stooped, picked up the crutches, and angrily muttered, “You should go.
I won’t fight someone like you.”

Ruan Qingmu reached out to take over, but he suddenly turned his wrist and grabbed Fu Songhua’s hand.

He spoke with an apathetic face.
“Call me Grandpa once, and I’ll let go of this matter.”

Fu Songhua almost laughed from anger.

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He used force to pull back his hand, but the pale white fingers on top of his hands abruptly tightened, firmly restraining his hand.

It wouldn’t budge!

Hell, how could this skinny of a person carry such great strength?

Even though he was optimistic, Fu Songhua couldn’t help feeling anxious.

He raised his hand and made up his mind to push Ruan Qingmu.
But just as his arm had risen, it was tightly grabbed by someone from the side.

A voice with a cold and slightly magnetic timbre sounded out.

“Who’s looking for me?”

…

A tall youth stood beside the two people.

His height seemed to be a little short compared to the sports representative, Fu Songhua.
There wasn’t any expression on his handsome and unpretentious face.
Under his two sword brows was a pair of clear and cold narrow phoenix eyes.

As soon as he heard that voice, the casual look on Ruan Qingmu’s face was frozen.

He slowly turned his head.
Both his head and legs were extremely stiff.

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He dazedly looked at that familiar face in the front, and his whole person had fallen into a trance.

His brows gave off a slightly more childish feel than in the past life, his countenance carried faint ice and snow, and his pair of pupils was acutely sharp like the blazing sun.

In the previous life, his soul had followed this person.
He personally saw him kill six people, exhaust his strength, and collapse.
At that time, world-famous Qin-shaoxia, Qin Yuan, had just reached adulthood.

The first time they met in the past life, they were seventeen or eighteen years old, dressed in luxurious clothing, reckless, and full of spirit.
It was almost the same as now.

Ruan Qingmu opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he found out that he had suddenly lost his voice and his throat was hoarse.

…

Class 1 monitor Qin Yuan stood there.
Meeting the blank gaze of the boy beside the window, he unexpectedly didn’t say anything immediately either.

The strange youth stood against the light, but his profound brows and eyes could still be seen on the porcelain-white skin.

The scorching August sun shone on his back and across the corridor, making his entire body coated with a layer of dazzling light.
The still figure was like a sketch, frozen inside an ancient painting.

After their gazes intertwined, it was as if time stopped for a split second and then rapidly flowed again. 

Ruan Qingmu looked at the clean face in front of him.
He suddenly felt a little heartache.

In the past life, the moment this person fought a bloody battle until he died, his usually handsome and flawless face was covered in blood, and his hair was a mess.

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He extended a trembling hand as if he hesitated to touch this face.

The top student Boss’s gaze rapidly fell on his snow-white hand.
He released Fu Songhua’s hand in a split second and grabbed Ruan Qingmu’s wrist. 

His warm fingers, which hadn’t sweated even with the hot day, pressed against Ruan Qingmu’s obviously cool skin; the touch felt distinct.

Ruan Qingmu blankly stared at him, and then he could hear his hoarse voice asking, “You…you’re Qin Yuan?”

Qin Yuan indifferently looked at him.

“Just now, you told me to bring people out.
What’s the matter?” He calmly talked, neither urgent nor slow.

The opposite boy didn’t answer his question and only continued to look at him.

Then, as if he was perplexed and earnest, he asked a question, “You…you don’t recognize me?”

The corner of Fu Songhua’s mouth had almost drawn to his ear.
Who did he think he was!

Ruan Qingmu looked at Qin Yuan without even blinking.
He had pulled all of his long hair behind his ears in two or three strokes, revealing the bright and clean forehead, then pointed at his face.

“Look, can you take a look?” He earnestly asked with a bright look in his eyes.
“Don’t you remember my face?”

The surrounding onlookers, “…”