After rebirth, I have an extra sister

Chapter 109 Encounter in the School Doctor's Office

Unconsciously.

Half a month has passed since the start of school.

Freshmen in senior high school have learned a lot about the inter-class exercises, and from this week onwards, they will also follow the exercises.

As a sports committee member, An Ting was naturally the team leader. When doing exercises, he also stood at the front of the queue in Class One.

The location is the track and field.

The infrastructure of No. 400 Middle School can keep up with the level of first-tier public high schools in China. The [-]-meter runway is made of special plastic, and a circle of sweet-scented osmanthus trees is planted around it for shade. The biggest regret is that the dormitories of Senior One and Senior Two do not have air conditioning.

It is the end of September in the world, when the sweet-scented osmanthus is in full bloom.

Floral fragrance.

Radio gymnastics and so on, in fact, are quite funny and comical from the perspective of others, it is not aesthetically pleasing, it is not enjoyable at all, and it is not even as good as the aunts who dance in the square.

Even though An Ting looks good, it still can't cover up the funnyness of radio gymnastics.

"Giggle cluck..."

Just as An Ting was seriously doing exercises, a silver bell-like laughter suddenly came from diagonally opposite, and when he looked around, he saw Qiao Liang from Class 13.

This person... is out again.

Whether it's military training or exercises between classes, she always seems to be like this, sitting there alone.

The summer uniform of No. [-] Middle School is sky blue trousers + blue-collar clothes with a white background; in winter it is dark blue trousers and a dark blue jacket.

At this moment, Qiao Liang was wearing a full summer school uniform, sitting under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, holding her knees with her hands, her short hair fluttering in the wind, tilting her head, looking at Anting and smiling.

"Small distortion…"

An Ting didn't bother to talk to her and continued to do exercises.

Even though he was tricked by this girl two or three times, An Ting had no intention of revenge. The main reason was that he accidentally bumped into her going to the toilet in an Internet cafe for the first time, and felt ashamed.

Besides, if he wants to take revenge on a female high school student, he has no means.

Too much is not good, too light and boring.

Forbearance!

After realizing that An Ting was ignoring her, Qiao Liang naturally turned her face away, just as a gust of autumn wind blew by and the rain of flowers fell, she was in it, as beautiful as one of the flowers.

Amazing, but also mixed with a touch of loneliness.

"Qiao Liang from class B of the first year...she is really unique..."

"The health is really bad... During the military training, I had to rest for half a day every day, and now I can't even do exercises between classes."

"I thought girls with short hair were men's wives, but I didn't expect them to be so handsome. The main reason is that they are tall enough, a little over 1.7 meters..."

"By the way, do you think she is beautiful, or Song Ci?"

When doing exercises, there were always people talking about Qiao Liang nearby, and basically they all fell into Anting's ears, and every discussion would lead to another person—Song Ci.

One month into school, there are two amazing girls in the first grade.

One is Song Ci, a relatively common top student in the cold department, and her No. 2 status in the high school entrance examination makes her respected by everyone.

The other is Qiao Liang, a flower that does its own thing and blooms alone. She is not favored by everyone, and her belongings are polarized. Some people think she is unique, while others think she is very out of gregarious.

The above contents were all revealed by Lu Ren, who was in the same dormitory.

This guy is familiar with the campus and has good intelligence.

An Ting didn't ask him specifically, but during the lunch break, the boys in the dormitory were discussing something - a stupid sophomore senior submitted an application for the school belle election to the student union, and it was directly rejected!

In 2006, the term "school flower school grass" still didn't have any weird meanings, it was basically a pure compliment and the highest praise.

Coupled with the rampant youth literature these days, there is no such thing as "A Master of Jokes", and the term "school belle" is actually polluted by Internet literature.

Many people yearn for the school beauty school grass, and even hope to choose one in their own school.

Thinking about it this way, what the sophomore senior did is not unusual, but the school doesn't allow it.

Although this application was rejected, the topic is not weak. In addition, at the end of September, there will be an eight-day National Day holiday. Let's discuss a question: who is better, Song Ci or Qiao Liang?

At this moment, it was noon, in the boys' dormitory, An Ting took a midday shower and came out of the bathroom shirtless.

Since staying there, An Ting has to take a shower three times a day. At noon, afternoon and night, the garbage dormitory has no air conditioner, and he is afraid of the heat.

When the boys headed by Wang Zihong saw An Ting coming out, they asked curiously: "An Ting, the two girls are related to you, what do you think?"

One is a girlfriend, and the other is a girl who learns to meow together during military training. They are indeed destined.

"Huh? What do I think?" An Ting was somewhat at a loss.

"I'm just asking you, which girl do you think is better?!" At this point, Wang Zihong added, "Don't worry, I know Song Ci is your girlfriend, and I won't tell you the truth. Let me tell you the truth."

Hmm... Due to Song Ci's shield operation, everyone regards Anting as Song Ci's male ticket.

Everyone is very curious about An Ting's thoughts.

Hearing this, An Ting stopped wiping her hair, and her bright eyes flickered. Although she didn't want to compare Song Ci and Qiao Liang, it was unavoidable to be clichéd in the end.

Seeing that An Ting was lost in thought, the boys were all looking forward to his answer.

In the end, An Ting let them down, and said with a joking smile, "I like little loli."

"unbelievable!"

The boys scattered.

……

Due to the National Day holiday, I have to make up classes on Saturday, which is Wednesday's class. The last class in the afternoon of Senior One is PE class, which is very lucky.

In this world, there is nothing more joyful than the last class before school is physical education.

After the physical education class, you can go directly to the holiday, and you don't even need to go back to the classroom.

Many students brought their schoolbags and put them on the side of the playground. When the school bell rang, they picked up their bags and left, showing a chic look.

The college entrance examination does not require physical education.

High school sports... Except for the annual physical fitness test, which is a bit troublesome, it is basically free time.

The flow of each lesson is as follows:
Under the leadership of the frail and sick physical education teacher, run around the track and field, that is, 400 meters, and then do some stretching exercises, then you can receive your favorite sports equipment and find acquaintances to play with.

Anting is popular and has received invitations from many students.

"Sports Committee, do you want to play badminton together?"

"Hey, An Ting, are you playing basketball?"

"Little boy, kick the wave?"

Facing the invitation from the students, An Ting looked lazy, walked towards the gazebo, and said, "No, no, you guys play, I'm not feeling well today."

This is a lie.

In his previous life, he was a field worker. Anting's skin was exposed to wind, rain, sun and rain. After a hard time, he still needs to take care of his skin. It's not that he doesn't like sports, but he is more inclined to run in the morning and at night.

As I said before, both he and Song Ci walked their dogs at night, and after walking the dogs, they often played on the basketball court in front of the ancestral hall on Zijing Street.

In the third year of junior high school, it was a sports training camp arranged by the school, which was unavoidable.

The September day in the south is still unbelievably hot, especially on sunny days, Anting naturally wants to lie flat.

Moreover, he will go to the secret base in the city square to help tonight, so it is always right to save energy.

The students actually noticed it too—you Anting was fine during the warm-up exercise just now, how can you feel uncomfortable now?Eighty percent of them are pretending.

Lin Shengwu, who is also in the D101 dormitory, is a sports enthusiast. He turned into a little clever ghost, looked at An Ting's back, and muttered: "That guy...isn't he good at sports?"

Ok…

Physical discomfort is just an excuse. In fact, I am not good at sports, and I am afraid of losing face or something.

"what…!?"

As soon as this statement came out, the students were stunned, with disbelief on their faces——An Ting's body shape, figure, and aura seem to have a high combat effectiveness, and his physical fitness is excellent. It doesn't seem like he is not good at sports at all. .

Unexpectedly.

Chen Mo, Anting's deskmate, was timid, and added: "Maybe it's true...Anting is not good at sports, he is usually studying, except for going to the bathroom, I rarely see him leave his seat."

This sentence more or less affirmed the suspicion in the hearts of the students.

In other words, it's been almost a month since school started, and An Ting didn't seem to show any physical fitness. Basically, he's a super nerd, besides studying, he still studies.

Could it be that An Ting is a person whose outside and inside don't match at all?

The second most beautiful girl in the class, Cheng Cheng, covered her mouth, as if she had thought of something, and said in surprise, "No wonder An Ting took the initiative to become a sports committee member instead of the squad leader. He is looking for a change...he wants to become stronger..."

A word awakens the dreamer.

Everyone agreed with this statement.

It turned out that An Ting was a frail scholar who was not good at sports at all, but had a wild skin. The reason why he took the initiative to become a sports committee member was to seek change.

Even a proud person like Wang Zihong was moved by it.

He really worked hard and strived to be a student with all-round development of morality, intelligence and physique.

Gao Fei was far away, so he didn't listen to the conversation here.

Bao Weiwei and Song Ci, who were playing badminton, heard it.

Bao Weiwei thought it was fun, and said to Song Ci beside him, "Hahaha, they say Anting is weak..."

Song Ci was speechless and didn't intend to help explain. It's impossible to say that An Ting is not good at sports, but just doesn't want to play with you.

Song Ci couldn't do this kind of demolition.

Followed by.

An Ting stayed in the shade for a while, feeling a little thirsty, and walked towards the commissary alone.

On the way, I passed an independent self-built house with the sign of the school doctor's office hanging on the door.

This is the school doctor's office of the No. [-] Middle School. Since the physical education class is a time when injuries and illnesses frequently occur, after the discussion of the school leaders, it was decided to be near the track and field field, and a small building was specially built for this purpose.

Although the door was not opened, the window was open, but the curtains were closed, revealing a trace of coldness.

"Air-conditioned..."

An Ting was bored in the school dormitory for six days. He didn't expect the school doctor's room to be air-conditioned. He was a little reluctant to leave, so he just leaned against the window, opened his collar and fanned wildly.

end of september.

There is already a hint of autumn in the world, and the osmanthus trees on the long slope of the school road are all in bloom, and the ground is full of fallen flowers.

Suddenly a gust of autumn wind came, just rolled up the curtains, and the raised curtains enveloped Anting from the inside out. He couldn't see clearly ahead, so he subconsciously looked behind.

The scene that caught his eyes made him startled.

The short-haired girl was lying on the spotless white bed. She didn't fall into a light sleep, but turned her body sideways, tilted her head, and stared at herself with blinking eyes.

(End of this chapter)