After rebirth, I have an extra sister

Chapter 10
Details about death in a previous life.

An Ting couldn't remember clearly, she just remembered lying on the operating table, and suddenly started to reel.

It is a very magical revolving lantern. From the moment of death, time goes back, and the past scenes come to my mind, and finally it is flashed back to the Hundred Days Pledge Assembly.

The boy's revolving lantern did not bring him memories before the third year of junior high school, but he revisited the memories from the age of 29 to the age of 15.

All of the above are trivial.

The important thing is that one of the scenes of the revolving lantern scene was the middle school exam question. He didn't remember all of it, but he had a mixed impression.

This is Anting's trump card and also his confidence.

Of course... An Ting doesn't plan to tell Gao Fei and Zhu Jiajun the topics he remembers for the time being.

On the one hand, the timeline has changed, and the test questions will not change, so he can't afford to gamble; on the other hand, he still hopes that even if there is a certain amount of cheating, he must let Gao Fei and Zhu Jiajun feel the feeling of fighting hard.

The high school entrance examination can rely on Anting's past life memories, but what about the future college entrance examination?

An Ting had never passed the college entrance examination in his previous life, so he couldn't help him.

As for the question of whether this behavior is cheating.

An Ting is just an ordinary person, and it is inevitable for an ordinary person to go back to the ordinary. In this life, he has to protect everyone around him. As for other strangers, he can't control so much.

He has to make himself stronger and become invincible in the world. How can he protect others if he can't protect himself?

The screen returns to this moment.

An Ting is reciting English words at the computer desk in the living room on the third floor at home...

"Son, did you win?"

Halfway through the recitation, Father Ann walked in. He was a little disappointed to see his son sitting in front of the computer, but he didn't expect that the 3 minutes of enthusiasm would pass like this, and he started to indulge in games again in a week.

But when he took a closer look, the computer was indeed turned on, and there was only a dictionary for online translation...

"Uh... I was shocked, Dad, why did you come in?" An Ting sat with his legs crossed, sitting on the rotating computer chair, looking at his father helplessly through his messy bangs, "When others are seriously obsessed, don't appear suddenly, it's easy to go crazy!"

"Uh... Dad was wrong."

Father An made a mistake, not only because he frightened his son, but because he misunderstood his son, he thought his son was playing a game...

An Ting didn't blame his father, but said: "Is there something wrong?"

"Dad made soup for you, drink it later, there is one more thing."

In addition to his identity as a charterer, Papa An also has other jobs, that is, banquet contracting, not the kind of private banquet in a big hotel, but a big pot cooking in the village.

This is a relatively casual job. If you encounter good days, you will run around for a month. If you encounter unlucky months, you may not have a job at all.

Dad likes this job very much, he likes to enjoy the celebration and excitement.

However, there are fewer and fewer wedding banquets these years, and everyone goes to big hotels.

Looking back at this matter with a 29-year-old soul, An Ting probably has always been lonely, so he only came up with the idea of ​​starting a business after An Ting refused to remarry in his previous life.

"Well, after memorizing these two pages of vocabulary, I'll go downstairs to drink soup, what else can I do?"

"Tomorrow Saturday, Aunt Song will move in. I'll drive there at noon. Do you want to go there together?"

honestly.

Father An hoped that An Ting would go there together, firstly to help move things, and secondly to highlight an important point, let the Song family know that Anting sincerely accepts them.

An Ting understood what Dad meant, nodded, and said, "Well, then I'll go over and help."

"Excuse me, but can you ride a motorcycle over there?"

"Huh? Motorcycle?"

……

Saturday.

After lunch.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was not so strong in the spring afternoon. Dad drove a Santana, and An Ting rode a women's motorcycle, and they went out together.

Aunt Song is a local, but her late husband is not.

A few years ago, after her husband passed away, she returned to her hometown alone with her daughter to start a new life.

Aunt Song's parents are gone, and there is a younger brother who is married. The old house must be left to her son. With the water poured out by her married daughter, Aunt Song can only buy a house locally and is still paying off the mortgage.

When Anting arrived at the downstairs of the community, he finally understood why his father asked him to come here on a motorcycle——Song Ci, who was wearing a white T-shirt + lavender casual trousers + white shoes, was leading a few-year-old Samoyed.

"Hey, so I came to transport dogs..."

The mother and daughter had a lot of luggage, and they didn't want to bother An Ting's father to make two trips, so they asked An Ting to drive another motorcycle.

In the urban-rural fringe areas of third-tier cities, it is common for minors to drive motorcycles. Even in the eyes of Song Ci, a top student, this does not seem to be a rare event.

An Ting is a carefree and carefree person, and the appearance of riding on a motorcycle adds a touch of ruffianism.

Song Ci was no longer surprised, but still politely said: "Thank you for your hard work."

"It's good to know that I've worked hard..."

"You... hey..."

Being polite to this guy is really a stupid thing to do.

It's not that An Ting doesn't want to be polite to Song Ci, but that being too polite makes him seem distant. He will live together in the next few months, so it's natural to get along comfortably.

Subsequently.

With the joint efforts of An's father and son, boxes of luggage were loaded into the trunk and the back seat, and they were filled directly, and they were busy until 04:30.

Then, Papa An and Aunt Song sat in the driver's seat and the co-pilot, and the car was already full.

Song Ci and the dog could only be carried home by Anting.

Under the setting sun and the spring breeze, the dog is obediently standing in front of the motorcycle, Song Ci is sitting in the back, and Anting is slowly riding forward...

Song Ci and An Ting kept a considerable distance from each other, about half the height of their buttocks. The former's hands fell on the iron rod behind, instead of wrapping around the latter's waist.

Perhaps feeling a little awkward in the atmosphere, Song Ci chatted: "I see you riding a bicycle and roller skates on the riverside road every day, but I didn't expect that riding a motorcycle would be so peaceful."

Hearing this, An Ting smelled the girl's fragrance, and said helplessly, "Don't you look at who I'm carrying, and worry about your dog jumping off the car... But I just found out that you have a dog."

"There are only two women in the family. Isn't it normal to have a dog?"

"Um... that's right."

In the previous life, An Ting, like everyone else, naturally regarded Song Ci as a perfect girl; now, from a higher perspective, she seems to be able to perceive many details that she hadn't noticed.

There are only two women in the family, probably very insecure.

Having a dog is a great choice.

"This Samoyed looks pretty big. How long has it been kept? What's its name?"

Hearing An Ting's question, Song Ci replied: "Well, it's called Nate, and I'll call it Naite, um... Milk's milk, I've raised it for many years..."

"Hmph, Nat?"

The white Samoyed, milk special is also very suitable.

"By the way... do you really want to live in my house?"

"What do you mean? You're not welcome?" Song Ci probably relaxed and asked back with a hint of coquettishness.

"It's not unwelcome, it's just a little strange."

An Ting's doubt has a little truth.

Aunt Song lives in my house, but you Song Ci don't have to live in my house.

Both families are in the same small town, can see each other on weekends, and can still go to school from Monday to Friday.

Song Ci is not a frank person, but this time he cut to the chase and said, "Hmph, how do I know what kind of person your father is, I'm going to observe for a while! I'm afraid your father will bully my mother..."

"Don't worry, my dad is a good man, but..."

"But what?"

"I'm not necessarily a good person!" An Ting joked.

Song Ci pouted and said, "Bad guy... Nai Te will protect me."

Such an inadvertent coquettish, but gentle and boundless.

The boy fell into a brief trance, he didn't notice the speed bump on the ground, and the motorcycle rolled over.

The sudden shaking caused the girl, who was holding on to the rear railing with both hands, to lose her grip for a moment, and threw herself forward, directly pressing on the boy.

(End of this chapter)