Sharing the Dorm with the Enemy from Previous Life

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Fu Songhua didn’t know whether to laugh or cry and couldn’t help saying, “Hey, hey, who is the son of a bitch? Has our class provoked you? What did we do?”

Huang Ya shouted louder than him, “So what if you’re good? I don’t envy you guys anymore! I, Old Bai, and the others during the afternoon, burp~~~ we hugged together, jumping and screaming: ‘Our class, Class 9!’ Not only getting first place for the blackboard bulletin, we fucking got first in the sports competition! Ruan-ge was the one who led us to get first place.”

He suddenly lowered his voice and mysteriously asked Fu Songhua.
“Guess, why did our Ruan-ge… work so hard?”

Fu Songhua rolled his eyes at him.
“Because he wants to set himself against our class monitor in all aspects.”

Hey, why would he think like that? How strange.

Huang Ya shouted at the top of his lungs.
“No! Because our Ruan-ge – he… has… an obsession with getting first place! He even wants to get first place for dorm hygiene.
Hahaha!”

Ruan Qingmu couldn’t stand it anymore and turned to look at Bai Jing.
“You go and hold him down.
Get a skewer to block his mouth.”

On the side, Bai Jing unexpectedly didn’t move.

He smiled, but his expression looked slightly like he was about to cry.
“Ruan-ge, just let them speak.
Everyone… is pleased today.”

Suddenly, a girl rubbed her eyes, saying with a little sobbing tone, “Huang Ya, you’re so annoying.
Why are you being so sentimental?”

She usually seldom talked with the boys, but at this time, she mustered up her courage and shouted at Ruan Qingmu across a table.
“Sports representative, our class’ girls… all really like you!”

Niu Xiaoqing sat in a daze and suddenly followed her.
“That’s right.
We all like you!”

Students from other classes who were eating at the restaurant exploded into heckling and whistling all around.

“Fuck! Is this a group confession? So amazing!”

Class 9 deserved to win this year.
With this ability to subdue all girls in the class, who could say their sports representative was like that?

Ruan Qingmu was like Class 1’s sports representative, who was also a school grass and flirtingly flew across the field every day, but to have the girls in their class to make a group confession meant that he was one better than Fu Songhua.

Their dream was definitely being realized today as their class president stood tall in the front!

“Aiyo.
Boss Ruan, hurry up and respond.
A true man will respond!” The boys from the next table heckled and howled in laughter.

“Spare Ruan-ge.
He’s a celebrity now and has a special post in the school forum.
With these two days of sports competition, so many anonymous confessions are lining up for him.”

On the side, Qin Yuan’s face became indifferent and he swiftly glanced at Ruan Qingmu.

Ruan Qingmu met his gaze and he finally couldn’t stand it anymore.
His porcelain-white face was slightly red and he awkwardly shouted, “Shut up, everyone.
Just drink the beer!”

“Ohhh, Ruan-ge is shy!”

A boy with a cheap mouth* followed along happily.
“It’s fine if other people confess.
But Niu-jie is too robust.
I’m afraid he’ll do something to suppress it.”

*T/N: Cheap mouth: a person who always says something unpleasant or uncomfortable.

“That’s right, ah.
The weight is too heavy!”

Amidst the roar of laughter, Niu Xiaoqing’s face turned slightly red, embarrassedly looking down and not speaking.