After rebirth, I have an extra sister

Chapter 40 Family
"Because... I am also Two-dimensional."

Although An Ting's explanation was somewhat random, He Yi still believed it.

Some complicated things are often unimaginable for adults who have lost their childlike innocence, but it is precisely the playful youngsters like An Ting who can think of them.

Actually... not at all.

That's because An Ting is a reborn, a prophet.

Even in his previous life, An Ting could only be regarded as a half-two-dimensional, without a particularly high concentration, he just chose the simplest and most direct method of deception.

Judging by the reaction of He Yi, a technical nerd, you can see that it has worked.

Adding barrage to the video is indeed a very powerful idea. It is simple and powerful, and it will definitely attract many young users.

He Yi is an otaku who lacks action and courage. Maybe because he encountered something he loves, coupled with a professional counterpart, he rushed to do it.

An Ting has no time to pay attention to the matter of the website.

He is a prospective candidate and has reached the sprint stage.

The exam is important, the future is important!
……

Time flies by like a white horse.

In the blink of an eye, it was early June.

The college entrance examination is here, can the high school entrance examination be far behind?
The springs in the candidates' minds are getting tighter and looser. Recently, there has been a calm atmosphere, like the calm before the storm. An Ting no longer inks, and sorts out the last high school entrance examination questions seen in the revolving door on Saturday night in the room.

Why do you have to study hard when you have high school entrance examination questions?

On the one hand, it is a parallel world, and no one can guarantee that the topics are still those. If they are really not those topics, they can only rely on their own ability or repeat; on the other hand, even if they pass the high school entrance examination, they still have to study in high school.

He planned to make two copies in a few days and hand them over to Gao Fei and Zhu Jiajun.

Without his own help, those two people would definitely not be admitted to the No. [-] Middle School. An Ting was worried about his little friend.

As for the strangers, there was nothing An Ting could do to help them.

Society needs diversion.

An Ting is implementing her vision of rebirth, protecting everyone around her, and making up for her and their regrets.

He is not a major leader, but a selfish and petty layman who cannot make everyone happy, but can only make everyone around him to a happy ending.

After finally finishing writing the title, Aunt Song's voice suddenly came from outside the room, not looking for herself, but Song Ci in the next room.

"Xiaoci, Xiaoci, Mommy has something to ask you."

Although he didn't call himself, An Ting still went out to have a look, just in time to see Aunt Song holding a lot of invitations and talking with Song Ci.

When Aunt Song saw An Ting, she turned her face away, greeted her with a kind smile, "Xiao Ting, did I interrupt your study?"

First of all, one thing must be confirmed.

Aunt Song liked Anting very much. She liked Anting very much after the first meeting. She had a good temper and was tall and handsome. She wished she could be her own son. For a while, she went to teach Anting a lesson for Anting.

Xiao Ting is such a good boy, why did you blackmail him every day before! ?

Aunt Song is already a die-hard fan of Anting.

After all... Papa An was afraid of Anting's rebellion, so he kept vaccinating Aunt Song, saying that his son had a bad temper and was so naughty, so you have to be mentally prepared.

Unexpectedly, An Ting had a sex change.

In this way, in Aunt Song's mind, Papa An became his son's little blackie.

For this, An's father was also very helpless, he couldn't laugh or cry, crying was inexplicably blamed, and laughing was because his son was sensible.

"You didn't bother me, what are you doing?" An Ting asked curiously.

Aunt Song is a middle-aged woman who still has charm. Although there are many traces of time on her face, it is not difficult to see that she was also an amazing person when she was young. After all, she is Song Ci's mother.

There are mothers and daughters.

She touched her rosy cheeks, and said with a smile: "This is your dad's and I's wedding invitation. Although it is printed out, the names of the guests need to be handwritten. I have been typing in the company for a long time, and I seldom use a pen. The handwriting is really mediocre. Your dad's handwriting... Heh, I can't see it... It just so happens that Xiaoci's handwriting is very beautiful, so let her help me write it."

"Oh…"

An's father graduated from junior high school. His handwriting... has a high EQ and is very suitable for being a doctor.

An Ting probably didn't have any AC numbers in his mind, so he said cheerfully, "How about...I can help too?"

Aunt Song didn't resist spending time with An Ting, she could shorten the distance a lot, and said repeatedly: "That's good...together!"

Unexpectedly.

Song Ci, who was wearing private clothes, leaned against the door of the room, glanced at An Ting, sneered, and said, "If your handwriting can be read, you don't have to call my dad in public last time!"

Hearing this, An Ting fell into a brief embarrassment.

On the contrary, Aunt Song became interested and asked curiously, "What's the matter?"

She is also very interested in the children's daily life on campus.

Song Ci didn't even look at it, and didn't bother to say it.

On the contrary, An Ting was shameless and said eloquently: "At that time, the head teacher, Mrs. Li, asked us to take the report card home for our parents to sign. I forgot. I happened to be in the classroom thinking that Song Ci was my sister, so it was reasonable to sign for me. Who knew she insisted on calling me her father, but in desperation..."

Emotionally...

Put on a pathetic pose.

Put yourself in a disadvantaged position, like Song Ci bullying me.

"Aunt Song, I'm so wronged. I regard Song Ci as my sister, but she wants to be my father!"

Song Ci's eyes widened involuntarily. He had never seen such a brazen person before, and he had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, Aunt Song couldn't help scolding slightly, saying: "Hey, you child, how can you let Xiaoting call you Dad? It's just nonsense! You are not allowed to bully your brother in the future."

At the same time, An Ting impromptu performed a two-stage laugh. On the surface, he wiped away tears, but actually laughed happily.

Song Cimei's eyes widened even wider: "."

you are vicious!
hateful!This round is regarded as his own defeat.

At this time, Papa An appeared in the entrance on the third floor. He seemed to have heard the conversation between the three on the second floor, and he burst out laughing.

He didn't mind that Song Ci frustrated his son's temper, and said repeatedly: "Okay, okay, that's how you should treat this kid from now on."

The roles were reversed.

Offensive and defensive reversal.

Song Ci, who has always been polite, gave Papa An a two-thumbs up, and said, "Yes! I see, uncle!"

Just as An Ting called Aunt Song, Song Ci also called Uncle.

An Ting: "..."

Aunt Song defended Anting; Father An defended Song Ci. For a while, people couldn't figure out who was whose child.

In any case, the atmosphere at home is getting better and better, and the bond between relatives is getting closer and closer.

Nait also barked, saying that he must not forget it.

Four people and one dog, this is our family.

later.

The four of them stayed together in the living room on the second floor, and the three of them watched Song Ci write the invitation, which made her a little embarrassed. Speaking under the national flag in front of the whole school's teachers and students did not feel so much pressure.

"Do you want to go busy with your own affairs? Let me spend some time alone and finish writing quickly..." Song Ci said weakly.

"Uh... oh oh." Papa An realized that he was being too rude.

Aunt Song nagged: "They are all from my own family, don't be shy."

An Ting added: "Yes, yes, I'm used to watching you write every day in the classroom."

Song Ci didn't dare to force Papa An, so she stuck out her tongue at An Ting and said, "You are the one who bothers me the most!"

An Ting shrugged, not paying attention.

Then, under the watchful eyes of the three of them, Song Ci finished writing all the invitations in an orderly manner.

——The marriage between An Song and Song Dynasty seems strange.

Father An stood up and said with emotion: "I hope you can all get good grades in the high school entrance examination. In that case, it will not only be my wedding with your mother, but also your school entrance feast. Double happiness."

This is the plan of Papa An and Aunt Song.

The wedding was scheduled for the beginning of July, when the results of the senior high school entrance examination had already been released, and if it went well, the wedding would not only be a wedding, but also a banquet for entrance examination.

Double happiness.

An Ting smiled heartily, and said, "Understood, Dad, I will work hard!"

Song Ci didn't complain. Although he didn't believe that Anting could be admitted to No. [-] Middle School, he still wished him that he could be admitted to a good high school.

……

After ten o'clock at night.

Song Ci was walking his dog by the fish pond on Zijing Street, while An Ting was playing basketball on the basketball court in front of the ancestral hall, still wearing slippers.

This is also part of the daily life of the two of them.

Teenagers like to play basketball on the dilapidated basketball court in the street at night, and Song Ci usually walks his dog during this time.

The moonlight was bright, and Song Ci was sitting on a bench outside the basketball court. On one side was a yellowed street lamp surrounded by countless mosquitoes, on the other side was a non-flowering redbud tree, and there were fireflies unique to midsummer on the fish pond not far away.

The old days were really good.

Since the end of the sports training, Anting has started to play basketball at night, which is a way of exercise.

Song Ci sometimes plays together, and sometimes watches silently.

An Ting stood outside the three-point line and was about to make a shot when he suddenly heard a gentle voice behind him.

"Sorry…"

Hearing this, his hand tilted, the basketball hit the rim, and hit the ground again. An Ting didn't pick up the basketball immediately, but turned around and stared at the girl behind. The mottled redbud tree fell on her body, which was peaceful and beautiful.

An Ting was taken aback for a moment, then seemed to understand something, smiled and said: "It's okay, isn't it just calling your father? I don't care... My father doesn't care, what do I care?"

"No..." Song Ci shook her head.

"Then why apologize?"

"I shouldn't use you as a negative example to describe my ideal type in public."

If it's just talking about the ideal type, it's Song Ci's right, but it's impolite to use An Ting as a reference, and she thinks she's wrong here.

She is indeed strong, but she is not a person who does not admit her mistakes.

Hearing this, An Ting was slightly taken aback. It turned out that it was because of that matter. Just at this moment, the basketball was still bouncing, and the rhythm of thumping was in line with the heartbeat.

"Pfft ha ha ha..." An Ting laughed suddenly, a little wildly, like a funny emoji.

Song Ci didn't know why, "What are you laughing at?"

"It seems to be the first time I've seen you apologize. It's very good... As for talking about me in public, I don't care. Pretty boy is always in the center of public opinion..."

"An Ting, you really have a thicker skin than a steel plate!"

An Ting was as shameless as always, with a playful smile, and said: "Hehehe, it's overrated... Anyway, it's fine, you don't like me, and I don't like you either."

"Hmph, you said something wrong." Song Ci interrupted.

"what's up?"

"I don't dislike you, but... I hate you!"

(End of this chapter)