After rebirth, I have an extra sister

Chapter 43
The day before the high school entrance examination.

The sun is still scorching hot, and the summer is scorching, as if to burn off the last sweat of junior high school career, and to break through the cocoon of pressure.

"Examination admission ticket, 2B pencil, eraser and measuring tools. Remember to bring a computer for the math test, and open the book for the political test, remember to bring textbooks... That's it, after setting up the test room, you can leave! I hope that each of you can give yourself a satisfactory answer for your junior high school career. Also, you don't need to wear school uniforms during the senior high school entrance examination.

Mr. Li, who used to be chatty in the past, looks very straightforward today.

After speaking, he waved his hand, and Teacher Li turned and left.

Every three years, another three years...

It's obviously so boring, like a bad cycle, but every time this moment comes, there will still be feelings of reluctance.

The worst is always this one.

The best is always the last one.

Maybe this is the educator.

"Okay!" The students responded in unison.

Three o'clock in the afternoon.

Under Song Ci's command, the students arranged the examination room in an orderly manner. In less than an hour, around four o'clock, the arrangement work was over.

The school bell didn't even ring, and the students left the campus with various moods.

Before leaving, Song Ci reminded: "Although the exams are all in my own school, many people are in the classrooms of the first and second grades of junior high school. It is best to take a look in advance, and don't make a mistake tomorrow."

Unlike the college entrance examination, the senior high school entrance examination here is all in your own school, but the invigilator is from another school.

Some students are in the classroom of the third grade of junior high school, and if they are lucky, they can even be in their own class; but most of the students go to the classroom of the first grade of junior high school and the second grade of junior high school.

Of course... during the senior high school entrance examination, the first and second grades are holidays.

"Yes, I see, sir!" The students replied one by one.

An Ting picked up the admission ticket and glanced at it. It should be in the teaching building of the first grade of junior high school. Just as he was about to leave for the past, an unnatural and arrogant voice suddenly came from behind him.

It was Li Qi who bet with him.

He is a gentle and refined young man who is not good at doing evil at all, but he still put on a vicious face and said stiffly: "You will have an exam tomorrow, just struggle as much as you can! Hahaha..."

Leaving aside this sentence in the second grade, Li Qi walked away with a pace of disapproval.

next second.

Gao Fei and Zhu Jiajun approached, looked in Li Qi's direction, and said contemptuously, "Is there something wrong with that guy's mind?"

Bao Weiwei complained: "It's so awkward..."

An Ting smiled meanly, and said, "Let me translate for you. His general meaning is—although you are sure to lose the bet, you should work hard for tomorrow's exam!"

Ok.

Yes.

Li Qi's words really need to be interpreted in this way.

That guy didn't want to put An Ting to death, he just didn't want An Ting to be admitted to the No. [-] Middle School. Of course, this judgment is also in line with the objective situation and seeks truth from facts.

Zhu Jiajun said naively: "Oh... that guy turned out to be a good guy."

An Ting shrugged and said, "Hmm, it's the 21st century, how can there be so many villains."

Teenagers are very cute, especially today when the mobile terminal has not developed. In their world, it is either black or white. When they come up, they always ask: who is the good guy and who is the bad guy.

And in fact.

How can there be so many big villains, no one is perfect, no gold is pure gold, they are all problem children.

Just when An Ting thought he was superior and otherworldly, the rest of the class were staring at him with disdain—bad guy, isn’t there one here?

Li Qi is the deputy squad leader, and teacher Li, the head teacher, appointed him to be a good guy; the person who opposes him is An Ting, who is definitely a bad guy.

An Ting: "."

OK!

Over the years, Anting's villain image has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and the villain turned out to be myself.

……

An Ting, Gao Fei, and Zhu Jiajun were not in the same exam room, so they had to separate and go to their respective exam sites to check in. And because tomorrow is the senior high school exam, they don't plan to go out for the rest of the day, so let's just say goodbye.

Before leaving, An Ting rarely said something long-winded: "Remember to reread the questions I gave you before, especially the composition, memorize it!!!"

"Whispering!" Gao Fei said disgustedly.

Even Zhu Jiajun complained: "Brother Ting, you have said it many times! We know it!"

"Don't call him Brother Ting, call him Uncle Ting! This is in line with his seniority!" Gao Fei's backhand is a super senior.

"Pfft..." Fatty Hanhan couldn't hold back anymore.

An Ting cursed and told the two to leave quickly...

Hmm... It is undeniable that since he was reborn, An Ting has been very caring about his friends around him. People are like this, once they are caring, they become long-winded.

Just like the growth of a teenager, it is impossible to achieve it overnight. No matter how young you are, it is impossible to say "I'm back", and the body and mind perfectly coincide.

Now he is always a 29-year-old soul.

I hope that one day, the soul and the body can really overlap, and the real youth will be born again.

Just when Anting thought of this, it was after four o'clock, the scorching sun in the afternoon was no longer fierce, and brought a bit of warmth, and a few breezes blew from the side, mixed with the fragrance of redbud flowers.

The young man standing in front of the examination room followed the source of the fragrance of flowers, and with a natural side look, he just met a gentle side face like a fallen leaf.

Song porcelain...

Even though it was the last day of junior high school, Song Ci's summer school uniform was still as white as before, only a few folds on the collar recorded three years. She had the same long ponytail + air bangs as before, and a few strands of hair sticking to her cheeks. She stood quietly under the redbud tree, resigned and independent.

Lifting his head slightly, he stared at the list on the door.

Looking forward to Shenghui.

"You are here!" An Ting reminded, pointing to a certain position on the examination room list.

Actually... An Ting had already noticed the girl in the same examination room as him a few minutes ago.

In the 5×7 examination room, Anting is in the second column and third row, and Song Ci is in the third column and third row.

"Uh...really." Song Ci's attitude towards An Ting has never been friendly, but at this moment, he is a little gentler, after all, it is the last moment.

Subsequent steps.

Because the classroom has been blocked, you can't go in, you can only take a look through the window, confirm the location, and leave by yourself.

Now that they have met Song Ci here, it is only natural that they go home together.

"Let's go home together." An Ting invited.

"Obviously I am older than you, you are not allowed to pretend to be an adult in front of me!" Song Ci hates being underestimated, in every sense of the word.

"Let's go, Miss Song Ci." While speaking, An Ting glanced at Song Ci, who was in the middle of the average junior high school student, and teased.

Following the young man's gaze, Song Ci lowered her eyes and looked at herself, Ou Pai, blushing involuntarily, and complained, "It's... big sister!"

"Won't your conscience hurt!?"

Rao An Ting couldn't bear such a good temper.

What kind of big sister are you, you are obviously a young lady!

Maybe it was the last day of junior high school, Song Ci was especially good at joking today, with a straight face, patted her chest, and said with a soft snort, "My conscience is alive and kicking!"

"Speechless."

An Ting still carried out his own style, empty-handed, just holding a bet.

There is nothing to review, just memorize the revolving lantern questions in these few days, and leave the rest to fate.

The upper body is a black T-shirt, the lower body is school uniform shorts, a pair of sneakers + black peaked cap, 1.7 meters tall, full of the style of a naughty boy.

And Song Ci is a girl in school uniform who loves little white shoes. The only thing that stands out is that she is carrying a heavy schoolbag...

As I walked, I suddenly felt less heavy.

Turning his head to look, it turned out that the boy was helping him carry his schoolbag.

Probably getting to know this girl better and better, before she got angry, An Ting naturally changed the subject and said, "Why are you still carrying such a heavy schoolbag?"

"It's not like today. The study materials have been quietly transferred in the past week. Although they won't be needed after the senior high school entrance examination, I still want to take them home just in case." Song Ci plucked the green silk in his ear, revealing his jade lotus-like ears, and replied.

"Oh…"

It's normal.

Everyone handles junior high school books differently.

Some people will just throw away or leave the books in the classroom, and wait until the day of the graduation ceremony to tear up the books or sell them; others will take them home as a souvenir, a youth commemorative handbook.

An Ting belongs to the former. His books are left at the door of the classroom and he does not plan to take them home.

Song Ci belonged to the latter, and she wanted to take it home. For a week, she brought some books back almost every day, but today there were a lot of them.

In the next second, An Ting casually said, "Give me the schoolbag..."

This is a statement, not a question.

It was as if Song Ci had to give him his schoolbag.

However, Song Ci is a master who eats soft but not hard. She doesn't like strong people, and she doesn't like to give others a false hand. "If you don't give it, I can carry it back..."

Listening to the girl's stubborn words and looking at the girl's drenched back, An Ting shrugged and stopped talking, but just followed behind her, carrying her schoolbag all the time.

Like a shikigami.

"Don't do weird things!"

Hmm... In the afternoon, at the school gate, beside the riverside road, among the mottled places, there are redbud trees and willow trees scattered. The redbud trees have no flowers, but they are full of flowers, and the weeping willows are also fluttering, showing the same swaying frequency as the girl's ponytail.

The scene of An Ting carrying a Song porcelain schoolbag caught the eyes of countless students.

Somewhat envious.

"Everyone is watching!"

Hearing Song Ci's complaints, An Ting realized that he couldn't go head-to-head. He changed his mind and said, "Let me do my best... I don't plan to take any of my books home. If the high school entrance exam really fails, I might have to re-read it. I will need your book then."

This sentence really hit Song Ci's heart.

It seems to make a little sense.

She loosened the shoulder straps a little, halfway through, and muttered again: "One moment is different, one second she was full of confidence, betting everywhere with people, and the next second she said that she might have to reread..."

"I'm steady, so be prepared!"

While speaking, An Ting seized the opening and pulled off the girl's schoolbag with light force. Originally, he wanted to fling it on the back, but he underestimated the weight, it was really heavy.

With this flick, the center of gravity was unstable.

Fortunately, he just staggered and didn't fall.

Coercion failed.

"Pfft..." Witnessing the scene of Anting's failure to play cool, Song Ci didn't hold back.

An Ting blushed, and said: "Really, carrying such a heavy bag...cough cough cough."

This bag is actually okay for him, the main reason is that it was killed unexpectedly, and it is much heavier than expected.

"I can afford it!" the girl said arrogantly.

Song Ci does carry many invisible things on her shoulders.

This level of burden is nothing at all.

Tomorrow is the senior high school entrance examination, and An Ting didn't want to argue with Song Ci at this juncture, for fear of affecting this person's mentality, he just walked silently and walked to the intersection by the river, where he saw a cart selling sugar cane.

Fresh sugar cane!
"Eat?"

"don't want…"

It's not that Song Ci doesn't like eating sugarcane, the main reason is that he doesn't like eating while walking, especially chewing on sugarcane, and spit it out after eating, ruining his image.

Song Ci's mother was a native of the small town, but her deceased father was from a first-tier big city. She moved back to the small town in the second half of elementary school, and she was a little out of place.

An Ting likes to eat sugar cane, no matter in his previous life or in this life.

It's a pity that my teeth got worse and worse in my previous life, so I simply stopped eating.

Of course... I just like to eat sugarcane and enjoy the process of biting, but I have little interest in the squeezed sugarcane juice.

"Then wait for me, I'll buy one!"

"One?"

"Well, it's impossible for the boss to sell me a section, pack it up and bring it to Dad and Aunt Song."

"Okay."

then.

An Ting bought a piece of sugarcane, asked the boss to peel it, then cut it into small sections, and packed it away.

Leaving Hepan Road, there is still 10 minutes away from Bauhinia Street. Anting gnaws sugarcane while walking. The infrastructure of the town is so-so these days. There are not so many trash cans on the street, so they can only spit on the ground.

Song Ci said contemptuously, "Don't be like this..."

"Just once, let me go."

Dissuasion was fruitless, Song Ci could only give up.

As they walked, An Ting asked curiously, "A Ci, I never asked you, what kind of fruit do you like to eat?"

On the one hand, it is to change the topic, on the other hand, it is true that I don’t know this girl well enough. After all, we are a family. It’s not a bad thing to get to know a little bit better, anyway, it’s just a small talk.

"Why are you asking me this?"

"If you have to say it, I want to get to know you better."

Song Ci walked very obediently and peacefully, and said calmly: "Except for the ones with a particularly strong smell, there are basically no fruits that I hate. I must say one favorite word, and that should be strawberries."

Strawberry?
What about the unexpected girl...

(End of this chapter)