Chapter 9: Live together
Bai Jing and a boy rushed into the dormitory building side by side, both carrying a large plastic bag containing seven or eight bottles of ice Coke bought for the dormitory buddies.
Just as he was going up the stairs, Bai Jing suddenly stopped and stabbed the people around him: "Where is it? Ruan Qingmu and..."
The boy beside him was named Huang Ya, the one who was photographed by him during the day, his face was pitted like the surface of the moon, he turned his head and looked at it and was startled: "Fuck, beside him Is it Big Brother Qin? What are they doing?"
Standing face to face, not saying a word, the atmosphere is so weird, is this another fight?
Big Brother Qin is a strong man who singled out a few social brothers and beat up people with blood!
Bai Jing gritted his teeth, ran over, and patted Ruan Qingmu on the shoulder: "Ahahaha, Ruan Qingmu? Are you coming to live on campus too?"
He hugged Ruan Qingmu affectionately: "Come on, I'll take you to the dormitory, which one are you in? There is an empty bed in 403 next door, is that the one?"
I'm in the same class, so I can't bear to see the people in my class suffer.
Ruan Qingmu was almost knocked down by him, and looked at the front seat silently: "...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 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 at Qin Yuan and Ruan Qingmu, who were in tandem. For a long time, Huang Ya asked in a trance, "You said... Ruan Qingmu will be beaten to death?"
Bai Jing was also in a trance: "No way, Mr. Qin is a calm person."
Huang Ya took out a bottle of ice Coke and opened it, and the foam splashed Lao Gao: "Although, what if he picks up the clothes of Big Brother Qin again?"
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The dormitory of No. 3 Middle School is in very good condition and has just been renovated two years ago.
The door key of the dormitory has been replaced with a smart card, all of which are equipped with air conditioners, toilets and shower faucets. There is also a large cabinet near the door, which is divided into four storage spaces up and down for students to put clothes and personal items.
Only the dormitory on the first floor is a double room.
The school encourages group living. Double rooms are mainly for students with special needs. Every year in the third year of high school, there are always a few neurastheniacs due to stress and need to be quiet. There are also temporary injuries like Ruan Qingmu. Inconvenient to go up and down the stairs.
But in fact, there are many mosquitoes on the first floor, and sometimes the pipes are easily blocked. Most of the students are unwilling to live. Like Qin Yuan, there are also a few who take the initiative to live on the first floor.
Ruan Qingmu leaned on crutches, followed Qin Yuan, and swiped her card into a dormitory.
No one has lived in it for more than a month, and there is some light dust inside, but the whole house is extremely clean and orderly, one bed is empty, the other bed is flat and clean, and the pillows are placed It was upright, and the thin Xia Liang was folded into squares, just like the tofu cubes in the military camp on TV.
Then put Ruan Qingmu's suitcase in front of another empty bed.
Without looking at Ruan Qingmu, he opened his suitcase and began to pack his things silently.
The slender youth is bent over, the shape of the back is clear, showing a neat waistline and graceful back shoulders.
The muscles of the forearm are not obvious, but they bulge slightly with the movement. Under the bright fluorescent light, the skin is shining with sweat.
When the box was opened, there was a neatly folded change of clothes, several sets of identical summer short-sleeved school uniforms, and toiletries in a transparent hard-shell plastic bag.
Soap toothpaste, toothbrush towel, all beautifully arranged.
Ruan Qingmu sat in front of her small table, watching his movements without saying a word, holding her cheeks.
As soon as Qin Yuan raised his head, he frowned.
He straightened up, put the toiletries in the bathroom, turned around and started putting things in his cupboard.
Ruan Qingmu was behind him, watching him put four sets of summer school uniforms in the closet in one breath, and finally couldn't help but wonder: "Isn't there two sets per person, why do you have four sets? ?"
Qin Yuan did not look back, and replied lightly: "There is no limit, you can also apply for ten sets."
Ruan Qingmu snorted.
I love cleanliness so much.
Qin Yuan silently packed his luggage, didn't look at Ruan Qingmu again, but went into the bathroom with a clean set of clothes.
I just got out of the shower, my hair is wet, and the ends are dripping slightly. The whole face is refreshing and handsome, tsk, as cold as the iceberg hero on the posters in those costume dramas.
On the floor of the room, Ruan Qingmu's box was open, and it was rummaged inside. On the upper bunk diagonally opposite, someone was busy.
I don't know how to climb up with my inconvenient legs. The mat has just been made, and people are squatting on the bed, entangled in the mosquito nets that wrap their heads.
Hearing the sound, Ruan Qingmu turned her head quickly, her sweaty head sticking out from the mosquito net: "Hey, ask something."
Qin Yuan slowly opened his schoolbag and began to take out textbooks and materials: "Huh?"
"Are there mosquitoes here at night? Can you not hang a mosquito net?"
Qin Yuan raised his head, looked at him with his legs crossed and a bitter 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, took out the tether, and tied it neatly to the small iron hook hanging from the roof .
On the other side of the bed, Ruan Qingmu was wrapped in the tent, panting and fighting.
Qin Yuan watched with cold eyes, waited for half a minute, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, opened the mosquito net here, and got 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 picked 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 let him move obediently.
The two were very close, their warm breaths fell on each other's faces, and their arms and bodies rubbed together.
The expression on Qin Yuan's face has not changed for a long time, but I don't know if he is a little anxious, and the muscles on his forearm seem to be a little stiff.
Finally, the mosquito net was finally fixed, Qin Yuan quickly helped tie the other two corners, turned over vigorously, and jumped off the bed in two steps.
Ruan Qingmu looked down from the bed: "Hey, thank you, senior squad leader."
Qin Yuan gave him a cold look, turned to pick up a few books on his desk, and went out without hesitation.
Ruan Qingmu was lying on the newly laid mat, staring at the snow-white ceiling, smiling silently.
Picking up the phone, he sent a text message to Mu Wanli: "I'm settled. The classmates in the same dormitory are great, especially friendly."
Soon, Mu Wanli's text message replied: "That's good, rest early, you have the hawthorn pot helmet I put in your suitcase, which can be used for your stomach. By the way, remember to share it with your classmates. what."
Ruan Qingmu climbed out of bed and rummaged through the suitcase, and sure enough, there were two packets of pastries, each in a separate small package.
Opened, the snow-white cake was printed with a bright red moiré pattern on the front, opened it, and inside was a dark red hawthorn filling.
Bite it down, sweet and sour.
He ate two slowly, thought about it, picked up a few, and put them on the desk next door.
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A few floors away, in the male dormitory on the fourth floor, the door was closed and the lights were also turned off.
From the outside, the crack of the dormitory door is dark, and there is a slight light in the corner of the door.
Several mobile phones turned on their flashlights, clipped them with clothespins, hung them on the mosquito net beside them, and faced the table in the middle.
A bunch of boys were fighting head to head with the dim light of their mobile phones.
Huang Ya had a string of notes stuck on her face, and her upper body was stripped of her clothes. Pee."
The flashlight of the mobile phone on the opposite side illuminated his pitted face. Bai Jing was typing with his mobile phone in his arms. As soon as he looked up, he turned his head and gave it to him: "Ghost!"
Huang Ya turned her head and hugged him, pressing back with a shy face: "The ghost presses the bed!"
The boys next to me kept urging: "Bai Xiaosheng, hurry up and help draw cards, and tell Huang Ya to pee, hurry up!"
Bai Jing struggled to get out from under Huang Ya and sat on the stool: "The yellow duck weighs 180 pounds now, so I almost vomit."
"That is, if Qin Yuan came to play cards like that, lost his clothes, took a secret photo, and sold it at a high price at the girls' place. No one wants Huang Ya's!"
Until now, the first place vote in the photo contest in the school post bar is the photo of the class 1 university bully.
As the sun sets in the west, in the golden sunlight, a tall juvenile rises into the sky. In his slender arms, the round basketball has just dropped his hand and volleyed towards the basket with the light behind his back.
Black hair flutters, and the silhouette is stern.
Suddenly someone burst out laughing.
"Hahaha, didn't Mr. Qin be forced to show some points today?"
"Don't talk nonsense, there is no dew point, just show your chest."
The boys let out a burst of laughter, Huang Ya came out of the bathroom and squeezed Bai Jing off the chair: "It's okay, you can kneel down."
Bai Jing's eyes suddenly lit up and he quickly picked up his phone to type.
Downstairs, Ruan Qingmu jumped and took a shower in the bathroom. As soon as she came out, the screen of the mobile phone on the table lit up, and QQ made a sound.
Pick it up and take a look, "Langya Pavilion Bai Xiaosheng".
"Student Ruan, it's me, please reply when you see it!" The message was sneaky, followed by an expression of bowing hands.
Ruan Qingmu replied "?" while wiping her hair.
"Is Big Brother Qin by your side?"
Ruan Qingmu looked at the neat information on the table next door: "I went to study with the book, what's up?"
Bai Jing made a fly rubbing his hands, showing a strange and wretched expression: "Student Ruan, come and do a business. You can take a few pictures of the interior of your dormitory and give me a panoramic view. "
"What?"
Bai Jing made a shy expression: "Cough, that... You know, Mr. Qin lives alone, and his dormitory has always been a mysterious restricted area. Bring some of his desk and bed to the mirror, a Five bucks for a photo!"
Ruan Qingmu looked at her phone in shock: "You want to sell his private photos??"
Bai Jing hurriedly denied Sanlian: "Don't talk nonsense, it's not me, I don't have it! You take pictures of your own dormitory, and it's not against the law to bring some big guys' beds to the camera! Dear, or else Ten dollars a piece?"
After waiting for a long time, the opposite side replied lightly: "The screenshot is taken, and I will pass it to the party later."
Bai Jing: “o((⊙﹏⊙))o.…”