After rebirth, I have an extra sister

Chapter 292 Step on it
After the school celebration.

It's about the 18th week of the campus calendar.

What follows is the final exam for the second year of high school.

In fact, science students and physical education students take the exam of politics, history and geography; liberal arts students and art students take the exam of physics and chemistry. It is an important but simple exam.

In the words of later generations: Just have the hands.

At twenty weeks, it’s the final exam.

We have the shortest summer vacation in our student life, from mid-July to the end of July, a total of two weeks.

Although the vacation is short, still enjoy it.

Xu Qingshu, who has always been strict, said: "I will not assign homework this time. I will take a final break in these two weeks. When school starts, you will be senior high school students and exam preparers. Middle school has entered the final sprint stage. Cherish this opportunity." Let’s take some vacation time.”

Xu Qingshu is indeed a sharp-tongued person.

very gentle.

"it is good…"

The summer vacation had just begun, and Anting received the long-awaited news—the project for a second commercial center had been finalized.

This means that the land I purchased two years ago is time to be acquired.

Anting will get an astronomical sum of money.

It’s time to put the group plan on the agenda.

In less than a year, he will graduate from high school and become a college student and an adult. When the time comes, he will take charge of the group and become a real business tycoon.

Well…

Although it's a bit funny to say this, it truly corresponds to that sentence - the three-year period has arrived...

……

It's the beginning of summer vacation.

Aunt Liu's daughter's wedding banquet came, and as planned, 18 tables were set up at the ancestral hall on Bauhinia Street.

Well...actually this is just the woman's wedding banquet, the man should still be in the hotel.

In the past, An's father would ask outsiders for help when hosting wedding banquets; this time, considering that it was so close to home, he simply asked An Ting, Song Ci and Aunt Song to help.

An's father may think that there are not enough people, "An Ting, Xiaoci, call your friends, not only can you have a meal, but you can also get red envelopes."

"Oh."

Anting asked in the group.

A hundred calls.

If you have something to eat and a red envelope, you will naturally not refuse it.

Except for Qiao Liang, everyone else came to help.

Qiao Liang actually wanted to come. She liked Bauhinia Street and the ancient and traditional things. When she heard that there was a rural wedding banquet, she didn't know how much she was looking forward to it. Unfortunately, her parents were at home and she still had to accompany the elderly.

An old man indeed.

Qiao Liang's parents are too old, one is 68 years old and the other is 62 years old.

That girl cherishes the time she spends with her parents.

Early that morning.

At about seven o'clock, Anting, Song Ci, Bao Weiwei, Gao Fei, and Zhu Jiajun gathered at the entrance of the Bauhinia Street ancestral hall, waiting for a small truck full of ingredients to help unload the goods later.

For high school students, getting up early is not that painful, it's just something they get used to.

There, they also met an unexpected person.

Anting couldn't believe it: "Wen Chuli..."

Wen Chuli, 16 years old, is a freshman in No. 1.5 Middle School (quasi-high school sophomore). She is [-] meters [-]. She has medium-length hair with bangs similar to Bao Weiyi. She is wearing a cool summer dress, which looks very kawaii.

More importantly, she was once Anting's god-sister.

Even at this moment, she was still looking at Anting with complaining eyes.

He tricked me into going to No. [-] Middle School and didn’t want me...

Scumbag.

Due to the large number of people and the fact that it was a good day, Wen Chuli did not lose her temper and just explained: "I'm not here to see you today, but to help, to help my uncle..."

"Uncle?" Anting and others said in unison.

"Well, Uncle Wen is my uncle."

A brief sluggishness.

A figure emerged in everyone's minds - Uncle Wen.

Uncle Wen…

Wen Chuli…

Anting couldn't help but have a black line on his forehead, and muttered: "I have lived for two lifetimes, and I didn't even know that Uncle Wen and Wen Chuli were related... It's too scary..."

In fact, it is quite normal. The town itself is not that big, and people with the same surname are most likely to be relatives.

Song Ci rolled her eyes at Anting and said, "Hurry up and accompany your sister."

Anting: "Stop making trouble. You know better than anyone that I have repented."

"Don't talk nonsense, I don't know~"

Sometimes, Song Ci is also very venomous.

Although the relationship between Anting and Wen Chuli is a bit subtle, there is no barrier between Wen Chuli and other people.Anyway, the culprit is Anting, so you can't blame the school girl.

Even Song Ci is very friendly to Wen Chuli.

soon.

A small truck loaded with ingredients was parked at the ancestral hall on Bauhinia Street.

Everyone quickly went up to unload the goods.

This guy Bao Weiwei... puts on a camera at a time like this and keeps taking pictures.

Really don't say it.

She carried the camera well and captured interesting shots.

As the saying goes, there is no feast without chicken.

There were more than 20 live chickens in the car, packed in several cages. One of the cages was probably broken. When Song Ci was transporting it, the chickens ran out. She, who had always been reserved and elegant, found herself in a rare embarrassment and chased after the chickens. I ran the whole street and ended up covered in chicken feathers.

This scene was captured by Bao Weiwei.

If the classmates at school saw this kind of scene, they would probably be shocked. They didn't expect that perfect beautiful girl to have such an awkward and funny side.

The embarrassed Song Ci had a black line on her forehead and was so tall. She had always been the sweet girl of heaven. She had never been wronged like this. She cursed and said, "I hate rural wedding banquets."

Everyone laughed.

"Hahaha."

Looking at the smiles on everyone's faces, Song Ci, who pursed her lips, couldn't hold back, and the corners of her mouth still rose.

I laughed myself.

The rest of the day was busy.

In the morning, Anting and others set up tables and chairs and covered them with disposable red plastic tablecloths. The onions, ginger and garlic they ordered were not enough, so Anting and others went to the vegetable market and plundered them all.

noon.

Since An's father and Aunt Song were both free, Anting had no choice but to take his friends home and cook for them himself. Anting's cooking skills were unanimously recognized by everyone.

Zhu Jiajun's admiration was beyond words and he said: "Brother Ting, you are too strong."

Gao Fei and Bao Weiwei were very unhappy, "I didn't expect this guy's cooking skills to be so good."

While Wen Chuli was eating, she looked at Anting with heart-wrenching eyes - damn, she still liked him very much.

Song Ci noticed Wen Chuli's gaze and felt a little unhappy.

"Idiot, don't look at whose son I am."

As his father's son, Anting's cooking skills have been very good since he was a child, and it has little to do with rebirth.

In his previous life, Anting, who was in his twenties, thought that if he couldn't do well in sales and he really couldn't survive, he would start a food stall to make a living.

I should probably call him Fatty.

This guy is broadcasting live and starting his own business at the same time. It seems that it is not impossible.

only.

With his bold and generous personality and outstanding appearance, Anting's business is booming, so he has no intention of running a food stall.

After a full meal.

Anting and others were not in a hurry to go back to the ancestral hall to help, they could still take a nap.

Although it wasn't far home, no one was too lazy to go there at noon in the summer, so they simply made a bed on the floor of An's house since no one else was around.

Two mats put together can accommodate six people.

Song Ci originally wanted to go back to the room to rest, but when she saw that Wen Chuli was not leaving, she silently took out the pillow and lay down between Anting and Wen Chuli.

Wen Chuli subconsciously made a sound, this cheap sister is too lenient.

Anting put his mouth to Song Ci's ear and joked: "Didn't you ask me to accompany my little sister?"

Song Ci glared at him sideways, "An Ting, I told you to die, why don't you die!?"

"To die is to die!"

The next second, Anting was lying on the floor on the spot, pretending to be dead.

Looking at the young man lying on the bamboo mat, Song Ci couldn't help but laugh. He kicked the young man's waist with his little feet wearing white socks. The latter, not to be outdone, grabbed Song Ci's feet with one hand.

"Hey, don't kick me with your stinky feet."

"You're the one who stinks..."

Bastard.

While talking about the smell of his feet, he grabbed them with his hands.

When she was alone with Anting, Song Ci would wear shorts and slippers; when she was with so many people, Song Ci still wore trousers and white shoes. She took off her shoes when she got home, but her socks were still there.

After a busy morning, my feet will still sweat a little.

Song Ci felt a little guilty. If there weren't so many people, he would have put his feet in front of his nose and smelled it. Wasn't the smell of sweat very strong?
Anting caught Song Ci's guilty expression, showed an unkind smile, and asked knowingly, "You don't want to smell it, do you?"

"what?"

As soon as this word comes out.

While Song Ci was even more confused, everyone else turned their gazes over.

Strictly speaking, everyone was looking at Song Ci's feet.

Since ancient times, whether beautiful girls have smelly feet has been an enduring topic.

Feeling the gazes from around him, Song Ci, who had always been calm, became unstable. In addition, Anting grabbed one of his feet, staggered, and stepped on it.
(End of this chapter)