After rebirth, I have an extra sister

Chapter 311 Before the Spring Festival

The next day.

New Year's 29.

Zhu Jiajun's flight was at noon. He flew from S city to a neighboring city, then took a taxi back to the town. He probably arrived in the evening.

Although everyone was happy to go to the airport to pick him up, he didn't want to cause any trouble to everyone. He knew that our senior year winter vacation was short and precious, so he just asked everyone not to pick him up.

In the evening, let's all get together and have dinner.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Anting went shopping with Song Ci, who had a cold.

Before going out.

After much hesitation, Song Ci put on a light gray pleated skirt, paired with semi-invisible flesh-colored pantyhose, a pair of short boots, a white sweater jacket on her upper body, and her hair like a black waterfall Loosely worn, it looks pure and elegant.

Don't get me wrong, it's not that Song Ci doesn't like wearing skirts, it's the lack of security brought about by her single-parent family, and her excellent appearance that makes her often stared at, so she doesn't wear skirts that much.

In terms of character setting, Song Ci has a very strong girlish heart.

Maybe you like skirts.

First floor, Bauhinia Street.

When Anting saw Song Ci in a short skirt, he couldn't help but be stunned.

Although she was shy, Song Ci was satisfied in her heart. She was very satisfied with the boy's reaction and took a preemptive strike, saying: "On a whim..."

"Oh…"

Although he knew that this girl was getting more and more lively, the young man was still very surprised by the sudden appearance of a short skirt.

"Does it look good?" Song Ci asked.

Anting showed a helpless smile and said, "You know what you're asking."

Beautiful or not.

With an appearance and figure like Song Ci's, he looks good, mainly because of his novelty and rarity.

"Let's go then."

"Ah."

For locals, shopping is only in Beicheng District or Nancheng District. Their choice is the City Square in Nancheng District, where there is a commercial pedestrian street.

The Spring Festival is coming soon, and many migrant workers are going home to celebrate the New Year.

The buses all seemed deserted.

"No one is."

Anting responded: "There is still half a semester, and we may not even have the opportunity to take the No. 29 bus."

Song Ci said sadly: "Well, because I'm going to college."

actually…

There are other reasons.

Anting is coming of age and no longer needs to take the bus and can drive by himself.

Somewhat reluctant.

In the youth born in the 80s or 90s, there should be a bus that runs through the whole journey. What is worth remembering is not the bus, but the old times with you.

For teenagers and others, bus No. 29 is such an existence, carrying countless good memories.

Song Ci seemed to notice something, stretched out his hand, gestured to the boy's head, and said, "An Ting, have you grown taller?"

Anting shook his head, "I don't know. I was too preoccupied with studying and other things to pay much attention to these trivial matters."

"Really, you don't care about your own affairs at all!"

"Find a pharmacy to measure it later."

And in fact.

Anting's current height has exceeded that of his previous life.

He was 1.8 meters tall in his previous life and hasn't changed much since then, which may have something to do with his corrupt private life; now he's 1.8 meters tall.

Followed by.

Song Ci noticed the boy's cracked lips and said helplessly: "No matter how many times I tell you, you are always the same. You always don't like to use lip balm. Look, you are bleeding."

"Uh...forgot."

Anting has always been such an unkempt person, especially in winter, when his hair is messy and his whole person is hazy.

Song Ci took out a lip balm from the small bag, hesitated and said, "Can you use mine?"

"I don't mind, but..."

Song Ci immediately understood what the other person meant, "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. This one is old. I'll buy a new one later. If you use it, I won't use it."

"Oh."

Song Ci may have been bored, so she took the initiative to help the boy apply lip balm; the latter was a little helpless, as he was not a child, so seeing her eagerness to give it a try, he still obeyed her.

"You really like strawberries."

This lip balm is strawberry flavored.

Song Ci replied: "Well, I just love strawberries!"

When Song Ci applied lip balm to Anting, the two were very close. While their lips were moisturized, their heartbeats accelerated.

Song Ci stared at Anting's lips...

Anting was staring into Song Ci's eyes... He liked this kind of thing, even if he covered his mouth, it would still flow out of his eyes.

Maybe Anting was too narcissistic, maybe it was a shameless delusion, but his inner intuition suddenly told the boy something - this girl seemed to have a different kind of affection for him.

Aware of the young man's gaze, Song Ci stopped what he was doing and just stared at him.

If... at this moment, the bus driver made an inertial drift, the two of them would have kissed.

However, that is something that only happens in youth romantic comedies.

The reality is…

"Hey..."

Song Ci had not recovered from the cold and sneezed at close range.

Anting was sprayed with a little saliva and snot.

The girl smiled and apologized, "Pfft...I'm sorry..."

Anting rolled his eyes and said helplessly: "Still smiling... If I catch a cold during the Chinese New Year, it will be your turn to take care of me!"

"Well, I'll take care of it."

After half an hour.

The two got off the No. 29 bus.

Nancheng District is different from Beicheng District in the industrial area. The atmosphere of life here is more intense, especially near the city center, which is very lively during holidays.

The section of the pedestrian street was crowded with people and it was almost impossible to pass through.

Before entering, Song Ci took the initiative to grab Anting's hand, smiled brightly, and said, "Don't get lost, little brother."

"Ah."

The moment Anting and Song Ci appeared on the pedestrian street, they were destined to be the center of attention and very eye-catching.

The two had a very pleasant time together.

……

That night.

Anting and Song Ci carried large and small bags back to Bauhinia Street in their hometown town. As soon as they walked to the food stall at the corner of the street, they saw their friends, Bao Weiwei, Qiao Liang, Lin Yong, Gao Fei and Shen Huanyue. .

And Zhu Jiajun.

This kid...is finally back.

After not seeing each other for a while, Zhu Jiajun has changed a lot.

On the outside.

When I left, I was 1.6 meters 1.6; now I seem to have grown two centimeters taller, [-] meters [-].

My skin has improved a lot, I have permed and dyed my hair, but my weight is still the same.

become handsome.

The handsome guy here is compared to his past self. Strictly speaking, he cannot be called a handsome guy, and he is not comparable to Anting and Gao Fei.

Temperament.

He is more confident. After all, he has fans, so how can he always be submissive.

While Anting was looking at Zhu Jiajun, the friends all noticed Song Ci wearing a small skirt. They were all shocked. Except for a few art performances, this was the first time they saw Song Ci wearing a skirt, and it was a short skirt. .

"Song Ci, it looks good." Bao Weiwei said excitedly.

Gao Fei gave a thumbs up in affirmation.

Qiao Liang rushed forward and slapped Song Ci.

Song Ci said shyly: "I suddenly wanted to give it a try... Qiao Liang, don't come close to me. I have a cold and I will infect you."

"It doesn't matter. I am protected by the Osmanthus Tree Fairy and I am immune to all poisons."

Anting rolled his eyes, "What the hell is the protection of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree fairy!?"

Followed by.

When others were making a fuss, Anting still focused on Zhu Jiajun and teased: "The whole person is different."

"Well, it's not that exaggerated." Zhu Jiajun rubbed the back of his head, still a little unsure.

Quantitative changes will eventually lead to qualitative changes.

Zhu Jiajun has been changing quantitatively, and there is still a certain distance between him and his true transformation.

However, Anting was originally very worried about Zhu Jiajun, and still didn't know whether it was a wrong choice for him to drop out of school and pursue a career. Now it seems that he should let go of his worries.

That's fine.

He works his profession, we go to school, and we gather together for holidays.

In the spring game before the Spring Festival, each team actually only played one or two games, and his GT team only played two games, winning two consecutive games, one strong team + one weak team, and there is no discussion of results for the time being. necessary.

"stay How long?"

Zhu Jiajun replied: "Let's go back on the seventh day of the new year."

"What is the goal?"

"world champion…"

Witnessing the light in Zhu Jiajun's eyes, Anting finally felt relieved, "Come on, young man."

(End of this chapter)