After rebirth, I have an extra sister

Chapter 32 The Little Star on the Rooftop

"Sister Xueli, let's create something original together!"

"Hey~"

Compared with the content of this sentence, Gu Xueli cared more about the interlocking fingers between herself and the boy, and accidentally even made a strange sound.

Gu Xueli suddenly realized one thing - her defense was not as high as she imagined.

An Ting realized that he was reckless, and quickly let go of his hand, repeating: "Sister Xueli, let's create something original together?"

Gu Xueli also came back to her senses, and with a hint of haste to change the subject, she asked back: "Hmm... original?"

While asking back, Gu Xueli had already come to her senses, thinking that the other party was joking.

She has studied music for seven or eight years, and she can only play and sing other people's songs, imitating them. Although she is trying to create originals, it doesn't work, she has no talent.

In some special fields, talent far outweighs hard work.

And you, a junior high school student, suddenly told me that you want to create original works with me.

so funny!
Even if you are my first teacher, it's still ridiculous!
Although it has been hinted that An Ting is Gu Xueli's first teacher, but it is really an enlightenment, a primary school student's water bottle in the interest class is very basic.

However, the next second, the singing sound in her ears made her realize that something was wrong.

An Ting hummed an unnamed theme song - "Secret base", but there were no lyrics, just a simple melody.

In fact, he doesn't know Japanese at all, so he can only hum a tune.

His purpose is simple: let the girl think about the song, hoping she can complete the song, which is also a disguised form of Sinicization, even if it is actually made in Japanese, the effect will definitely not be very good, and it must be Sinicized.

Gu Xueli actually heard it, let alone the lack of lyrics, the melody alone is not very smooth.

Even so, it still surprised Gu Xueli, "Is it true?"

Xueli works as a network administrator for more than ten hours every day. Her greatest joy is listening to songs. She has never heard this song, or similar songs.

The only explanation is that this is the original of the teenager.

"Well, didn't I say it, I want to play original games with you, I need you."

This is not words, but the truth.

An Ting didn't know how those people remembered so many lyrics when they were reborn, he only remembered a little, and he really needed someone to help him perfect it.

The sentence "I need you" hit her heart directly, and Gu Xueli fell into a short period of sluggishness. She is a vase, she knows that many men want their own bodies, and this is the first time someone needs their own soul.

The boy's eyes were very sincere, just like when he was teaching himself how to play the guitar in elementary school. There was light and infinite magic power in his eyes, which she couldn't refuse.

After a while, Gu Xueli asked, "What do you want me to do?"

"Perfect it!!!"

Xueli was suddenly ignited by Anting's enthusiasm for music, and a bright light flashed in her lonely eyes, "Okay... I will record it with my mobile phone, record it again, and listen slowly. Give me some time."

that's all…

While the teenager was preparing for the exam, Gu Xueli assisted in creating a classic double thread.

……

15 minutes later.

With Moonlight as a neighbor, An Ting rode a bicycle back to his home on Zijing Street.

It was already 10:30, and the lights were turned off at home, whether it was the second floor or the third floor.

An Ting habitually went to the kitchen on the second floor to see if there was any soup. Today there was no soup, and he was going to go upstairs again.

Just in time to see Song Ci with wet hair coming out of the bathroom on the second floor, accompanied by thick mist and fragrance, holding a pot of underwear and socks.

Both the second and third floors can take a shower, but only the second floor has a washing machine.

Although we are a family, we still wash our underwear by ourselves, especially girls.

Impossible to stuff all your brains into the washing machine.

Looking at the pink underwear in the basin, An Ting smiled and said, "You like this color very much..."

"Shut up!" Song Ci blushed, and quickly stretched out her hand to cover it.

Sure enough, she was still not used to living under the same roof as a boy, even washing her underwear was weird, so she asked again: "Why are you back so late?"

When Song Ci asked this sentence, he always felt like a wife checking her household registration, which was weird.

An Ting said honestly, "I lent the bicycle to a friend, and I just went to get it back."

"Oh…"

actually…

The reason why Song Ci was so concerned about where An Ting went was because he was afraid that something would happen to him before the physical examination.

I heard that he went to Class [-] to find someone tonight. The whole school knew about the fight between Anting and Wei Feng. This made Song Ci very worried. She was afraid that Anting would fight with Wei Feng again.

Although Song Ci is not optimistic about Anting's ability to pass the No. [-] middle school exam, he still hopes that he can do his best and fight for it without complaint or regret.

She hoped that he would be fine.

Under the light of the bathroom light, the two were standing at the stairs and chatting. Suddenly there was a strange sound in the master room on the second floor, which was the EEE sound from the bed board.

The two looked at each other.

An Ting understood in seconds.

Song Ci froze for a while, looking a little dazed, with pure eyes.

"What's wrong?"

Hearing that, An Ting didn't want to destroy the girl's purity, but just showed a tacit obscene smile, stretched out a finger, and hissed.

"Hush?" Song Ci tilted her head, looking very cute, "Pee?"

An Ting rolled his eyes, "Pissing in various senses..."

About 20 seconds later, Song Ciqiao blushed, and seemed to understand, and went up with a basin of clothes.

"Big metamorphosis!!!"

Looking at Song Ci's back, An Ting shrugged, smiled, and said, "Now you know why you sleep on the third floor, right?"

If you were allowed to stay on the second floor, you would probably hear this sound two or three days a week.

An Ting didn't disturb the good things between his father and Aunt Song, turned on the washing machine, covered the sound of the room with the sound of the machine, and went to take a bath.

This kind of thing is nothing... Especially for An Ting, who has a built-in 29-year-old soul, it is completely acceptable.

Aunt Song gave birth to Song Ci at the age of 21, and she is only 36 years old this year; while her father got Anting at the age of 22, and is 37 years old this year.Both of them are under 40 years old, they are in the prime of life, and there is no shortage of things to do, let alone newlyweds.

Although it is a second marriage, it is still in the "love period".

After taking a shower, An Ting was wearing a T-shirt, school uniform shorts, and slippers. Seeing that the roof door was open, he simply went up to dry his clothes.

Anjia’s roof is actually pretty good. It’s a typical rural three-and-a-half-story self-built house. Half of the third floor is a utility room, which extends out to a greenhouse. Some vines and small light bulbs are wrapped around the greenhouse, and some flowers and plants are also planted, as well as a set of tables and chairs.

As soon as he went up, he happened to see Song Ci sitting on the rattan chair in a daze, with a blush on his earlobes.

"Song Ci, don't sleep yet."

When she took a shower, she came up to dry the clothes, and now it has been more than ten minutes, and she is still there.

Hearing this, Song Ci glared at the young man for a year with resentful eyes, "No hurry...how could I be able to sleep when I heard that voice just now? Don't talk to me, I need to calm down."

Song Ci can't be blamed, she can understand the relationship between men and women, mainly because one of them is her mother, which is a little awkward.

This kind of thing can't be imagined. The problem is that Song Ci is too simple, can't control himself, and can't linger at all.

Now that Song Ci said so, An Ting didn't bother, and quietly dried the clothes.

The place where the clothes are dried on the roof is a long iron steel and a sock rack with clips.

An Ting took down a clothes rack, put his underwear on it, and put it on the clothes rack again; Song Ci just stared blankly, and said unexpectedly: "Really? Ultraman..."

"Well... I don't like this either, mainly because my dad bought it. In his eyes, I seem to be a child. He thinks I like cartoon patterns..."

In Papa An's mind, An Ting was indeed a rebellious boy who didn't grow up, and he didn't regard him as an adult at all.

Even for things like buying clothes, I still go to children's clothing stores.

In addition, An Ting himself doesn't like shopping, especially buying clothes is too boring, and basically leaves it to his father.

"Pfft..." Song Ci was amused, sitting on the rattan chair, her hands were like bouquets, and she joked: "Some people, on the surface, are big devils in school, but they are actually wearing Superman underwear."

An Ting blushed, he knew that he would not hang clothes in front of her.

Seeing the shyness of the young man, Song Ci felt happier.

Soon, An Ting finished drying his clothes. He looked at Song Ci's wet hair and complained, "I don't need to talk about drying your hair after taking a shower, right?"

"Well... I'm a little tired, let's just dry it naturally. Anyway, it's windy tonight. It's a pity. It's rare for me to go up to the rooftop. It's actually cloudy. I want to look at the moon and count the stars."

An Ting glanced at the night sky, it was sunny to cloudy tonight, just now the clouds covered the moon and stars.

In the next second, under Song Ci's unclear gaze, An Ting turned and left.

The girl thought he was going downstairs to go back to the room, and felt a little lonely. Unexpectedly, in less than a minute, he came up with a hair dryer, and when he passed the rooftop gate, he pressed a button.

In an instant, small light bulbs twinkled on the shed on the balcony, just like stars. Song Ci looked up, with her mouth slightly open, a little surprised.

"I didn't even find this..."

"Well... because it is entangled with vines, and you come up to the roof at night every time, so I didn't find it normal. Last time I bought a kennel online, I bought it by the way, and it has only been installed for a week. I plan to invite Bao Weiwei and the others to my house for barbecue in the future, so that it will be more atmospheric."

Song Ci looked at the young man with ambiguous eyes, and said frankly: "An Ting, although I don't want to admit it, you are a good friend and a good family."

Song Ci is not a frank person, but the night has a different kind of magic power, which makes it easy to blurt out those difficult words during the day.

Song Ci firmly believes that An Ting is a bad man, but he is a good friend and family member.

The boy's attitude towards friendship and family affection is very sincere.

Family relationship is okay, but friendship. In this world, it is difficult to find a person who values ​​friendship as much as he does.

"Maybe." While speaking, An Ting walked behind Song Ci, and continued, "Mind if I blow your hair for you? Take the physical examination right now, don't catch a cold."

Song Ci thought for a while, but still did not refuse, and obediently sat on the wicker chair, with the back of his head resting on the back of the wicker chair, with a hint of looking up.

It's a battery-operated hair dryer that doesn't need wires, so it's pretty handy.

"Pfft, your hair blowing method is terrible."

Hearing Song Ci's sarcasm, An Ting rolled his eyes, unable to refute, he is really not good at taking care of his hair, even his own short hair, let alone girls' long hair.

"Stupid Song Ci, you are the first, the first girl whose hair is blown by me."

Hearing this, Song Ci was startled for a moment, then smiled and said, "Then...then your future partner should be grateful to me as a cheap sister, I tamed you into a good man."

If one day An Ting becomes a good man, it must be due to Song Ci.

"Stop talking stupid things."

An Ting really didn't consider his personal feelings. He was reborn for more than a month. First he was a father, then a friend; first his studies, then his career.

I really don't understand those reborn people who are always white with moonlight and cinnabar moles.

At this moment, Song Ci didn't know An Ting's thoughts, but put his head on the back of the rattan chair, first looked up at the twinkling light bulbs, and then stared at the young man's eyes.

Seems like... the latter is brighter.

The evening wind was still blowing, and the pink panties and Ultraman panties hanging on the same rack fluttered at the same angle, seemingly never reaching them.

(End of this chapter)