After rebirth, I have an extra sister

Chapter 27

About calling dad in public.

For Anting, it was actually a very small matter, without such a big psychological burden.

As a reborn person, he once experienced a period of using the keyboard to protect his parents, and he also wanted to be the father of his friends. In a game, he called his father for five kills on the public screen, and called his foster father for his roommate to take care of him.

Anyway, just shouting like this is thick-skinned, so it doesn't matter.

Of course... An Ting probably wouldn't be able to yell if he was calling his mother. After all, his mother is gone, so he can't be so unruly. This is what Song Ci thinks of going together. They are very gentle people.

Gao Fei is also a person with a face like a steel plate. Seeing An Ting shouting, he hurriedly followed.

"Song Ci's father...!"

As long as I am shameless, others will lose face.

So ever.

The scene of "the apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying" appeared in the first class of the third grade, which made people laugh and cry. All the students couldn't hold back.

Rao Bao Weiwei, who is so playful, gasped, "You two... against the sky..."

After such an operation, Song Ci was defeated instead, blushing and telling the two not to shout, while silently signing.

"Don't yell, don't yell, can't I sign it?"

Song Ci helped An Ting sign the autograph without too much psychological burden. In a sense, she is An Ting's elder and belongs to her older sister—stepsister.

The elder sister is the mother.

In addition, when Song Ci signed An Ting, she was in a strange mood. She should have been very angry with the boy, but she couldn't help laughing...

In the days with teenagers, the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys will be particularly clear.

Sometimes being coaxed into laughter, sometimes being pissed with anger, life is like a series of small light bulbs decorated on a Christmas tree, sometimes on, sometimes off, thus forming a twinkling daily life.

I don't understand.

Anyway, it’s right to hate An Ting~
……

With the dissipation of the rainy season.

Since entering April, every day has been sunny.

This means sports training every afternoon, which symbolizes the burning fire of youth.

The sophomore girl named Wen Chuli seemed to be attached to Anting recently, showing up at the track and field field every afternoon, specially bringing water to the boy.

Wen Chuli is a very popular girl in the second grade of junior high school. Let’s not talk about her appearance and body. She is unique in that she can be separated between bad students and good students. She is good at studying, but also loves to play. She likes to mix with bad guys. Just as some girls like bad boys, some boys don’t like bad girls.

"Damn it! That's Wen Chuli..."

"so cute…"

"Hey, why do you like people like An Ting?"

An Ting doesn't like Wen Chuli.

The reason is simple. Would a 29-year-old soul from the future really like non-mainstream girls with oblique bangs, short and medium straight hair, and narrow-leg pants?

Please!

Not at all aesthetically.

Although he didn't like it, An Ting didn't resist the girl's act of delivering water, and basically accepted it with a smile.

The main reason is that there is no need to refuse. I am single no matter what I say, and I don’t even have a person I like. It is not a heinous thing to ask a girl who is also single to deliver water.

Anyway, I still have two months to graduate from junior high school, so I slipped away.

If Wen Chuli really confesses at that time, then she will refuse again.

As a mature person, learning to refuse is a compulsory course.

In the following days.

Instead, it gradually returned to calm, and the excitement of rebirth gradually dissipated.

Studying at school during the day, intensive sports training after school in the afternoon, staying in school until the last one for self-study in the evening, studying at home on Saturdays, and playing for half a day on weekends, this is the daily life of a teenager.

only.

Occasionally, the teenager would still feel a little dazed about rebirth, or have a little doubt about the so-called past life.

Human cognition is indeed repetitive.

Rebirth or something, when I look back now, I don't even believe it.

However, he was sure that he was reborn, not only the simple answer of rebirth, but even jumped to the past of other timelines.

During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains.

This line of poetry is not very applicable this year.

In April, it is mainly sunny, with a little bit of summer, and even the wind is hot, and it is already possible to take a cold shower.

Junior high school is not high school, so the study pressure is not so great. Even in the third year of junior high school, there is still a three-day holiday for Tomb-sweeping Day.

Father An was going to pay respects to his dead wife, and Aunt Song was going to pay respects to her dead husband. Maybe they thought the picture was a bit weird, but they didn't let the two children go with them. They would go again on Chongyang Festival, and let the adults solve it in Qingming.

So ever.

After this day's holiday, it's rare that only An Ting and Song Ci are left in the family.

Oh... don't forget, there is also a Samoyed.

The whole morning, the two studied in their respective rooms until noon, when An Ting was hungry, so he knocked on Song Ci's door and said, "Hey, Song Ci, what do you want for lunch?"

The door opened, and Song Ci's airy bangs were pinned up by a hairpin, exposing her smooth forehead to facilitate heat dissipation. She said blankly, "Are you cooking?"

"Well... There are still ingredients in the refrigerator, enough for the two of us to eat."

"That's fine, you cook and I wash the dishes!"

Song Ci is an independent and self-reliant woman. She doesn't like to be favored unilaterally. She divides the work and cooperates. You cook and I wash the dishes. This is the most acceptable way for her.

An Ting felt nothing, shrugged and said, "Well, I'll let you have a taste of my cooking skills!"

"Let's give it a try. If you can't do it, you can change someone next time~" Song Ci also had confidence in her cooking skills.

"Little sister, wait and see!"

however.

An Ting said that the little sister stepped on the thunder accurately again, and Song Ci finally let go of her sister's work, but now she remembered it again, she stared at it, and closed the door directly.

An Ting looked at the closed door, speechless: "."

I didn't expect Song Ci to hate herself so much. Getting along with family members is indeed a very deep knowledge. Even after being reborn, I still don't understand it.

Subsequently.

An Ting came to the kitchen alone and got busy.

As a man who has lived alone, although his cooking skills are not as good as his father's chef level, it is also at the average level among housewives.

Simply make steamed chicken with red dates and stew with fish-flavored eggplant.

"Song Ci, dinner is ready!"

Song Ci is not the kind of procrastinating person. When someone yells, she goes out.

A short-sleeved T-shirt, trousers, and socks and slippers looked very homely. As she walked, she looked at the dishes on the table and sniffed slightly.

Although I don't want to admit it, but this fragrance.

This guy... seems to be better at cooking than himself.

But... that's not right, a scumbag like him actually has this kind of skill.

Thinking about it carefully, Song Ci thought it was very reasonable. After all, Papa An used to cook big pots of rice, but now he is in charge of catering. As his son, it is not impossible for him to be good at cooking.

Song Ci still sat down and ate in silence. After taking the first bite of chicken, his eyes lit up.

delicious!
An Ting noticed Song Ci's bright eyes, raised his eyebrows, and said, "It's so fragrant~"

Seeing An Ting's look that deserves a beating, Song Ci bit his chopsticks and glared sideways at the boy.

"Humph~"

"Speaking of... Aunt Song told me that you cook very well. What kind of dishes do you usually cook?" It doesn't apply to ordinary families to eat and sleep without talking. They should chat at the dinner table, An Ting chatted.

"Steamed sea bass, steamed chicken, steamed..."

"Wait, why are they all steamed?"

Song Ci blushed and said, "Because steaming is very convenient..."

Because Aunt Song is very busy at work, Song Ci often cooks at home.

Having said that, in order to save time, she often cooks soup in a purple clay pot at regular intervals, and then steams a dish in the steaming compartment of the rice cooker.

The technology content is very low, which saves time and effort.

An Ting laughed and joked, "Are you a Halal person?"

"I'm not a cultivator..."

The next second, An Ting gave her a chicken leg and said, "Eat more, you're too skinny."

Looking at the chicken legs caught by the young boy's chopsticks in the bowl, he hesitated again and again, but Song Ci picked it up anyway, took a bite, as if it was the meat of the young boy, and muttered: "I'm not too thin..."

"thin!"

"What is your standard?" Song Ci asked suspiciously.

An Ting narrowed his eyes, and replied seriously: "Bao Weiwei..."

"Cough cough cough..."

Song Ci, who was cooking, suddenly coughed, and was a little bit dumbfounded. Bao Weiwei lived up to his name, with a steamed bun face and baby fat, a typical fat body.

An Ting chased after him: "Oh...you're dead! I'll tell Bao Weiwei later—that you, Song Ci, think she's fat..."

The girl was speechless.

In her mind, Bao Weiwei is indeed a chubby girl, although she is her good sister, but in her own body concept, that is the case.

"Don't say it! If you say it, I will... I will..."

"What are you doing?"

"I'll sneak attack you while you're sleeping! Anyway, we live together." As soon as the words fell, Song Ci realized that he had said something strange and sneaked in in the middle of the night. Why did he feel that something was wrong?
An Ting joked: "Sneak attack in the middle of the night? It's almost free for nothing..."

"For nothing?"

Song Ci was startled for a moment, and then realized that a strange picture appeared in his mind.

With a bang, his face flushed.

An Ting rested his chin on one hand and stared at the girl opposite with a smile on his face. He really liked teasing this serious girl. Whether it broke her defense or made her unable to hold back, she was very happy in her heart.

only.

In the next second, the boy seemed to think of something, and muttered, "Are you planning to leave my house after the high school entrance examination?"

(End of this chapter)