After rebirth, I have an extra sister

Chapter 144
then.

The school sports meet has officially started.

Various competitions are presented in turn.

At the end of autumn, which is slightly bleak, use sweat as ink to compose a song of youth.

The group of five was originally together, but they broke up after walking. After all, everyone has their own competitions, and Bao Weiwei took pictures everywhere, so it is difficult to completely act in unison.

There are a few things that An Ting is more concerned about, namely——Senior Lin Yong wants to confess to Gao Fei, Zhu Jiajun wants to confess to Shen Huanyue, and whether Gu Xueli wants to come to visit the school.

In contrast, wearing this outfit to cheer Qiao Liang up is the smallest thing for children.

From this point of view, Gu Xueli didn't come.

It should be because of Yu Wei's consideration of the "Milk Tea Sister" incident. Although it has been more than half a month, he still can't mess around.

"What are you thinking about? Porcelain doll, why do you look so careless?"

Song Ci seldom wears a sweater. When it is colder, she will wear a down jacket or a trench coat with trousers. Like spring and autumn, she usually wears a monotonous button-down shirt.

Today I wore a black sweater, which is the class uniform.

It looks lively.

An Ting gave Song Ci a blank look, and retorted, "I'm not a porcelain doll..."

"cute!"

Song Ci smiled, showing almost the same smile as the porcelain doll logo on her clothes. She is such a person who always sees far away and often cannot see things around her clearly.

An Ting said helplessly: "Stop calling me cute, goosebumps are coming out! A big boy"

The two are heading to a temporary camp to learn about the radio station.

Song Ci is a member of the radio station. She does not participate in any projects, but she is responsible for reading the manuscripts, which is a very classic link-all students are welcome to contribute.

An Ting thought for a while, and replied truthfully: "Well...Gao Fei and Zhu Jiajun want to do something..."

"Do something?"

"Well, one wants to confess, and the other may be confessed."

Fatty wanted to confess; and Gao Fei might be confessed by Senior Lin Yong.

Hearing this, Song Ci sighed, "It's a good thing to value your friends, but you should care more about yourself."

In the past, An Ting in the rebellious period was always self-centered and never considered other people's feelings; now, An Ting is completely the opposite, not paying much attention to his own affairs, and paying too much attention to the people around him.

At first, Song Ci thought it was pretty good.

Over time, isn't it a little overkill?
The next second, An Ting looked at Song Ci with coldness in his eyes, and said carelessly, "Oh, I'm a genius, and I settle my own affairs casually, mainly because you don't let me worry too much."

Song Ci said with dissatisfaction: "No wonder Gao Fei and Bao Weiwei have been saying that you are long-winded recently, like an uncle."

"Well…"

An Ting was stunned and it was difficult to refute.

And in fact.

Song Ci is still duplicity, dissatisfied with what he says.

Compared with the rebellious boy in junior high school, Song Ci may be more greedy for An Ting, who has a little bit of "uncle" attribute. She obviously likes the sense of security of being followed by this man, and enjoys the feeling of being coaxed by him.

This... is there a little Electra plot?
At this moment.

An Ting and Song Ci strolled around the campus. Even if their appearances were not discussed, An Ting's outfit was already very eye-catching.

As he was walking, a pair of small hands appeared behind him, covering the boy's eyes.

Assassin - JOJO!

"Smash Valudo!"

The sweet-scented osmanthus scented his nostrils, An Ting said helplessly: "Xiaowai...don't you get tired of playing?"

"Being more and more clever, I suddenly realized that it was me." Qiao Liang let go of his hand, stepped forward quickly, walked in front of the boy, and smiled at him.

Qiao Liang had a 200-meter sprint in the morning. She was wearing a black short-sleeved T-shirt + red shorts + running shoes. It might be a bit cold. She tied a coat around her waist, like a skirt, dancing in the wind.

Add a touch of warmth to this bleak late autumn.

Rao was Song Ci who was on the sidelines, feeling frustrated by being compared.

Just as the two were having a familiar conversation, Song Ci coughed twice, emphasizing his presence.

"Cough cough cough."

Hearing Song Ci's cough, Qiao Liang slowly turned around, tilted his head, and looked at her.

"Hi~ Song Cici, how about Shitu?" While greeting, the short-haired girl's eyes were as agile as willow leaves.

Song Ci asked, "Well...that picture is Anting, right?"

"Hmm... I've been observing An Ting recently, and he's always in my mind when I'm drawing."

Completely different from Song Ci, Qiao Liang is a person who looks the same on the outside, she always speaks and does things as she pleases, to the point of being careless.

Because I wanted to use the look of Anting, so I used it.

Qiao Liang's unexpected frankness stunned the arrogant Song Ci, who really wasn't good at dealing with this girl.

At this time, An Ting on the side said indignantly: "To be honest, I have taken off my pants, you want me to see this?!"

"Hahaha, it must be like this. If I play for real, the school leaders will not let me go."

An Ting is not angry, the prototype of that picture is himself, in fact, it has been Two-dimensionalized, other people may not be able to associate it when they see it, so what?
Qiao Liang turned his attention to the doll costume on An Ting, and said excitedly, "Remember to wear this later and cheer me on!"

"Yes yes yes." An Ting said helplessly.

Hearing this, Song Ci asked, "What did you participate in?"

"Women's 200 meters."

"What about you, what did you participate in?" Qiao Liang asked excitedly.

Song Ci shook her head and replied, "Because I was in charge of the work of the school radio station during the school sports meeting, I didn't participate in any events."

"Oh..." Qiao Liang felt a little regretful, she really wanted to compete with Song Ci.

When An Ting and Song Ci were together, they already attracted a lot of attention; now that there is another Qiao Liang, it is even more the focus of the audience.

at this time.

An Ting felt a murderous aura, looked back, and found that the source was a masculine, handsome young man, who was actually Hu Yichang.

It was the boy in class B of the first year of high school who had a crush on Qiao Liang.

He looked at An Ting with chilling eyes, and said, "See you on the field, my old enemy."

After saying this, he thought he was cool, turned around and left.

As soon as this word comes out.

An Ting, Qiao Liang, Song Ci, the three of them tilted their heads together, looking in sync, in the same direction, with similar inclinations, looking at this inexplicable boy.

……

09:30am.

There is still half an hour left before the 200-meter sprint for the first-year girl, Qiao Liang has to go back to class first, prepare in advance, and remind Anting to come and cheer before leaving.

"Isn't your body suitable for running? Why do you still change your clothes..."

Song Ci was also puzzled, the opponent's body was very suitable for running.

Hearing this, Qiao Liang rarely showed a little bit of shyness, folded his hands on his chest, and said slyly: "I won't tell you."

After finishing speaking, he walked away, leaving only An Ting and Song Ci behind.

The latter was going to the outdoor camp of the radio station, but when he arrived, he saw that there was a senior student present, and she was not needed for the time being, so the two went back to the classrooms of Class One and One.

On the way back, Song Ci didn't know what to think, and suddenly asked, "Do you want to cheer Qiao Liang?"

"Well... After all, I promised the other party, what's wrong?"

"Oh, it's nothing, I'm just afraid that if you cheer for the hostile class, it will be bad for the girls in our class who participated in the competition."

"It should be nothing..."

Zhu Jiajun is in Grade [-] and [-], and when it's his turn to compete, we, as members of Grade [-] and [-], will still cheer him on.

Song Ci didn't know what he was thinking, so he didn't speak again.

If I remember correctly, the girl in the 200-meter class in the first class of senior one is Chen Mo.

It's Anting's little deskmate, a mushroom-headed social terror girl. That guy is still practicing flopping on Sunday, which is really worrying.

For some high-level classes, or classes that are far away from the track and field, they will set up a temporary camp near the track and field, which can reduce the frequency of running around, and it can be regarded as a transit point.

There is no camp in Class One of Senior One, because it is very close to the track and field, and it is the first classroom on the first floor of the teaching building of Senior One, so there is no need for it.

An Ting, who was wearing a doll costume, walked to the door of the classroom and was suddenly pulled by his tail.

"Who pulled my tail?"

The boy stopped and looked back. It was Chen Mo, who was at the same table.

She looked cramped, her small face was a little pale, with a hint of rosiness hidden, like a little sheep, I feel pity for it, and it is easy to arouse men's desire for protection.

"Sports Committee... An Ting... Wait a minute, I have something to tell you." Perhaps because she knew her voice was low, she stood on tiptoe and put her mouth next to An Ting's ear.

Unexpectedly, An Ting directly raised his hand and said, "Don't love me, there is no result."

"Ah..." Chen Mo pouted her small mouth, showing her little rabbit teeth, and was stunned.

She didn't expect An Ting to come up with such a sentence. First, she didn't expect it, and then her face flushed, and she said excitedly: "I... I didn't want to confess to you!"

An Ting smelly smiled shamelessly.

He must know that this girl is not asking him to confess, but seeing that she is so nervous, he can say something naughty to make her relax.

"What's the matter?"

An Ting likes this mushroom-headed little deskmate very much, in terms of friendship.

Chen Mo is a small mushroom head. When she is nervous, she will pull down her bangs, cover her eyes, and not look at people. She organizes her words for a while, and stammers: "I...I...Didn't I sign up for the 200 meters?"

"Ah."

An Ting is a sports committee member, and he is very clear about the list of participants for the school sports meeting.

"I... I am not feeling well, and I may not be able to run away." At this point, she might be afraid that An Ting would not believe it, so she hastily emphasized: "I'm sorry, I am really uncomfortable."

When An Ting saw this girl flopping, she thought she was faking it at first, but carefully observed her face, it seemed that she was really pale.

"I believe you. I don't feel well. Do I need to go to the school hospital? I'll carry you?" An Ting seemed to be doing nothing, but at critical moments, he was still very reliable.

"No, I'll just drink some hot water and take a rest."

The location was at the entrance of Classroom One, Class One, Senior One. There were many people from their own class nearby, Wang Zihong, Lin Shengwu and other roommates were there. They thought Chen Mo was timid, so they flinched temporarily and made fun of him.

Hmm...Chen Mo gives people the feeling that he is timid and afraid of getting into trouble, and he doesn't know how to participate in competitive activities.

This time, I signed up on a whim, and now I'm afraid when I get close to the door.

Iron like this!
"Hey, Chen Mo, you don't look like this. You obviously signed up, but now you are shrinking." As the class monitor, Wang Zihong thinks he is very wise. He encourages timid students to move forward bravely. Show your presence in front of them and highlight your abilities.

An Ting noticed Chen Mo's movement of clutching her lower abdomen, and she knew it in her heart - this girl... a relative came, and she was really uncomfortable, but she was embarrassed to say it.

Wang Zihong didn't understand these things, and he was still adding fuel to the fire, fanning the flames.

When Wang Zihong made such a fuss, originally only a few classmates were watching this side, but now the whole class is watching, making Chen Moqiao blush, wishing to find a hole to get in.

"Yes... sorry..."

"Then I'll find a girl to replace you." An Ting ignored Wang Zihong and others' decision. If there is a legitimate reason, the school sports meeting can be temporarily replaced, "Who will replace Chen Mo in the women's 200 meters!? "

Wang Zihong was a little upset, "Hey, why are you ignoring me?"

He also knew one thing in his heart - although he was the class monitor, it was only a title, and Anting was still the people's will.

At this moment, emotions exploded.

Fortunately, Wu Meimei, the deputy squad leader, came out directly, she was the tallest girl in the class, and dragged Wang Zihong and other boys to a corner to give them a harsh lecture.

While Wu Meimei was giving a lesson to the restless boys, An Ting looked at the pile of girls and shouted, "Chen Mo is unwell, which beautiful girl will take the top?"

next second.

An unexpected female voice sounded.

"Let me do it."

Song porcelain...

(End of this chapter)