After rebirth, I have an extra sister

Chapter 48

The sentence "As much as the composition is deducted, the total score will be as much as less", spread in the house.

Papa An and Aunt Song sprayed food on the spot.

At the dinner table, except for An Ting who was cooking, the other three put down their bowls and chopsticks, looked at each other, and remained silent.

After a long time, it was Father An who broke the silence, cheerfully, and said bluntly: "Hahaha, An Ting, the TV student looks like you..."

Aunt Song and Song Ci are still speechless. Dare to love you as a father with too much heart, so it is obviously your son!
An Ting swallowed another mouthful of food, glanced at the TV, and calmly said while picking up food, "Well...don't doubt, that person is me."

This sentence, like a blockbuster, detonated at home.

Not only did he hand in the paper an hour earlier, but he also dared to say in front of reporters that he had almost a perfect score.

Papa An was dumbfounded on the spot. He finally had some hope for his son. It's only been a hundred days. He didn't expect it to be his extravagant hope. His heart was very complicated, but he still didn't explode and couldn't say anything.

Aunt Song noticed Papa An's distress, and smoothed things over, saying, "Oh, I know, I know, this is the trash talk session in that sports competition, and you young people like to play this trick."

After finishing speaking, Aunt Song stepped on Song Ci.

Song Ci came to her senses, nodded, and echoed, "Hehehe, what an interesting trash talk, the students must love it."

Ok…

Watching clowns and so on has always been suitable for all ages.

After a short silence, Papa An accepted the reality.

Father An has never communicated much with his son, and he always focuses on pampering him. He has always been disappointed. It is not unacceptable to be disappointed once more now.

After thinking for a while, he squeezed out a faint smile and said, "Come on tomorrow, and persist until the last moment!"

Father An still convinced himself, and regarded his son's behavior as a momentary slack, and will continue to insist tomorrow. Anyway, his son is the worst at English, and it's just a bad subject, so it's not a big problem.

Aunt Song and Song Ci looked at each other, and they could only sigh in their hearts - pity the parents of the world.

"Okay..." An Ting replied.

Doing this made An Ting feel a little regretful. He bit his chopsticks, and a complicated look flashed in his eyes.

Although I am very confident, this action really ignores the feelings of the people around me. The students are okay, but the main reason is that they ignore their father. In the half month before the results are released, Father An will probably be unhappy.

If I knew it earlier, I would stop making trouble.

Regret it, but nothing is done.

An Ting didn't get too entangled, and smiled again: "Dad, you will know how good I am when the time comes!"

Papa An and Aunt Song smiled reluctantly again.

Only Song Ci stared at him with contempt. He obviously got into trouble and didn't know how to be ashamed, so he pretended to be in front of his family.

later.

An Ting only knew one thing - this year's English high school entrance examination was the most difficult in the past five years. Even a top student at Song Ci's level needs to face it with caution, not to mention how much the essay will be deducted and how much the full score will be reduced.

No wonder others are so contemptuous.

……

During the senior high school entrance examination, due to the need to block the examination room, there is no need for late self-study at night, and candidates are resting at home.

09:30 at night.

After taking a shower, An Ting came to the rooftop alone with wet hair, sat on the rattan chair, stared at the night sky, and was in a daze.

I don't know when, there was a girl holding a basin in the back. Song Ci would wash her underwear by hand after taking a shower every night, and then go up to the roof to dry clothes.

She likes this spacious terrace very much.

Twinkling, colorful light bulbs, vines wrapped around the iron shed, plants by the wall, a set of rattan tables and chairs, the redbud tree downstairs, and the night sky.

Song Ci likes all this very much.

While drying the clothes, Song Ci said to An Ting: "It's so rare, you will be upset..."

Hmm... Song Ci hit the boy's heart, An Ting was really annoyed, he knew that if he didn't pretend to be a coward, his father would have to suffer for half a month in the future.

An Ting leaned back on the rattan chair, turned sideways, looked back obliquely, stared at Song Ci with deep eyes, and said expressionlessly: "I will undoubtedly have the last laugh, but I ignored other people's feelings during this process, so I am not happy."

Since his rebirth, An Ting thought that everything he did was correct, and this was the first wrong thing.

Song Ci put the underwear on the hanger, and said softly: "I was very angry at first, but after thinking about it, I am not angry anymore..."

"why?"

Hearing this, Song Ci originally planned to hang the front of the underwear on the iron rod, thought for a while, then turned it over to dry on the iron rod, and said in an emotional tone: "Anting, we have known each other for many years, and I have hated you for many years... But I did not completely deny you, no matter how bad a person is, he has his own merits."

"Because I'm a good family member or a good friend?" An Ting has heard similar sayings.

Song Ci shook her head and said, "A long time ago, I cared about you a little bit because you were very naughty... But, occasionally, I would sit quietly in the classroom and watch you skipping class, and I would yearn for it a little... This time, handing in the paper early this time is not that bad, and you are the real you like this."

Song Ci is a very well-behaved person, while Anting is a bad-behaved person.

Sometimes, she also wants to be a bad girl, uninhibited and indulgent.

More than once, I have longed for Anting.

An Ting understood the other party's words, and while being comforted, she also felt a little helpless, and said with a wry smile, "Are you praising me or belittling me?"

"God knows."

"Song Ci, do you want me to turn you into a bad girl?" An Ting smiled maliciously, and joked, "It's very bad, very bad."

Song Ci was stunned for a while, her heart beat obviously faster, then quickly calmed down, shook her head and said, "I don't want to..."

After finishing speaking, Song Ci planned to go downstairs to rest. Tomorrow was the last day of the exam. She was just about to turn around when she inadvertently turned her eyes. The young man's back came into view, exuding a kind of loneliness and desolation isolated from the world.

It's not like it's the first time I've felt it.

In Song Ci's eyes, An Ting is a bad person, always has been, never changed.

But...for some reason, she has a strange feeling——Recently, Anting seems to have not changed, but in fact it is different. The previous misbehavior was fighting bravely and skipping school; the current misbehavior is very strange. Whether it is the declaration at the [-]-day swearing-in meeting, or the bet, or even handing in the papers in advance, it gives people a very deliberate feeling, as if it is a cry to the world.

The boy had just washed his hair, under the bright night, it was shiny, and when the wind blew, the silver light shone.

Song Ci walked to the roof door, just in time to see the door of the utility room opened, and there was a hair dryer on the table at the door, which was used last time.

After a short thought, he still didn't blow his hair.

Never…

"Remember to work hard."

……

after one day.

The high school entrance examination has officially come to an end.

The period between the end of the exam and the release of the results should be the most comfortable moment in junior high school life. Don't think about the past, don't think about the future, stand on the present and enjoy your youth.

Of course... the premise is that you don't evaluate points.

Once the score is estimated, you have to worry.

Fortunately, the mere high school entrance examination cannot be compared with the college entrance examination. The school teachers will not ask the students to estimate their scores, so relax for a while, after all, they have filled out their volunteers.

It's not the college entrance examination, you need to prepare for voluntary reporting in advance.

When the last subject was over, An Ting stood in the sunset at the gate of the junior high school in his hometown, his shadow and face were facing in opposite directions, one side was the road of the past life, and the other side was the road of the present life.

From now on, he will take a different path.

Maybe you will meet many different people, and you will miss the people you used to.

Very normal.

He went to technical secondary school in his previous life, and he went to high school in this life. The scenery along the way and the people on the road will inevitably be completely different. In life, we always meet and see each other along the way.

at this time.

Gao Fei, Zhu Jiajun and Bao Weiwei appeared. The former watched the news last night and knew that An Ting was pretending to be a big deal. He didn't meet An Ting during the day, so he held back his complaints. When he came up, he directly strangled the other party's neck and said viciously, "Well, An Ting, let me not hand in the paper in advance, so I did it myself."

Forget one thing - before the exam, An Ting told Gao Fei not to hand in the papers in advance, and agreed not to pretend to be coercive together, but if you pretend to be coercive secretly, it's still a big deal!

Goofy must be upset.

An Ting was speechless, and said with disgust: "Hey, don't hold me tight, it's so hot..."

In the weather of more than 30 degrees, two big boys hug each other, one can imagine how disgusting it is, smelly and sticky.

"Who made you so shameless..."

"By the way... it's actually similar to my bet. You should have finished it very early. It's obvious that you didn't hand in the paper in advance. Can you blame me?"

Goofy: "."

Ok.

Yes.

Faced with the most difficult English in five years, Gao Fei was the same as An Ting. He had already prepared for it. He actually finished it in an hour, but he didn't dare to come out so early.

After spending more than half of his time in junior high school, he finally found that he had the opportunity to hit No. [-] middle school, so he had to seize this opportunity firmly.

Check ten times abruptly!
Stay alive until the last moment.

steady! ! !

Bao Weiwei didn't know about betting. She just thought An Ting's speech in front of the reporter was very amusing, and even gave her a thumbs up, "Good Job! I told my dad in front of the TV last night that the idiot on TV is my classmate! My dad admires you very much!"

Just look proud.

An Ting liked Bao Weiwei's appearance, so after thinking about it, he asked, "Let's go have a drink together. I'll treat you. Where's Song Ci?"

"She said to wash her face." Bao Weiwei replied.

The moment the voice fell.

Song Ci just appeared, she did come out of the bathroom, her delicate pretty face was covered with drops of water, even the airy bangs on her forehead and the hair on her temples were stuck to her face, under the setting sun, her beautiful eyes were shining brightly.

Especially the combination of water and sweat on the chin, glowing with luster.

An Ting's obsessive-compulsive disorder occurred, and he stretched out his hand, and with the side of the tiger's mouth, gently flicked the water droplets away.

At that moment, Song Ci was stunned, and immediately reacted, cursing: "How many times have I said, don't suddenly do something frivolous!"

During the exam, Song Ci's spirit was highly concentrated, and the temperature was so high that the CPU was about to explode. Naturally, his face was a little red, but now it was made even redder by the teenager, but it was not obvious under the sunset.

"This time it's mine, I can't bear the obsessive-compulsive disorder." No matter how careless An Ting was, he should realize that he was rash, waved his hand, and apologized.

"Humph…"

Followed by.

Bao Weiwei took Song Ci's arm and said, "Song Ci, Shaozi, please drink something, do you want to go?"

It was said that Song Ci's bright eyes were like autumn water, watching the young man, she rarely drank beverages and ate fried food, for various reasons, on the one hand, it was unhealthy, on the other hand, she didn't have so much pocket money.

Aunt Song's deceased husband's family seemed to be wealthy, but the husband himself was not considered rich, and the family and private individuals should be treated separately.

To put it bluntly, once her husband dies, Aunt Song can only get her husband's inheritance, which has nothing to do with her husband's family.

After her husband died, Aunt Song received a lot of indifference. In a fit of anger, she brought her daughter back to her hometown, bought a commercial house, and paid the down payment with the money left by her husband. The mortgage was not fully repaid.

Aunt Song is just an ordinary office worker, a woman who pulls her daughter and has to repay the mortgage, so she is not rich.

Song Ci doesn't have much pocket money.

The mother and daughter have somewhat similar personalities.

That is to say, Aunt Song has been beaten by the society and is a little more tactful; Song Ci is still a proud girl who has not left school, and she is more rigid.

Song Ci agreed in a rare way, "Well..."

(End of this chapter)