After rebirth, I have an extra sister

Chapter 426 Anting’s Dream

Father An and Aunt Song will not be back tonight.

Some people may think that the two of them often spend the night outside, but this is not the case. The two of them only spend two or three days together throughout the year.

It's a kind of survivor bias.

Only Anting and Song Ci were at home, so they could act as hands-off shopkeepers and hand over the children to them.

They could not trust others and could not entrust An Song to their trust. They only believed in Anting and Song Ci.

Mom and dad also need a vacation.

After taking a bath, Anting, Song Ci and Naite played puzzle games with little Ansong for a while. Within half an hour, the baby became sleepy.

Nine o'clock at night.

Anting carried little Ansong back to his room to rest.

Although it is her own room, she has a crib and sleeps in the same room. It is purely for the convenience of taking care of her. I am afraid that if she wakes up in the middle of the night, no one will care about her.

Song Ci didn't have any objections. When it came to taking care of babies, he was indeed not as good as the other party.

And then.

It's Anting's turn to take a shower.

After he came out of the shower, he walked out to the balcony on the third floor to enjoy the evening breeze and think about things.

I have made an appointment with everyone to watch Gu Xueli's New Year's film together tomorrow.

I also have to think about work matters and the establishment of an e-sports club.

The most annoying thing is the matter between Song Ci and Qiao Liang...

Just when Anting was troubled, Song Ci walked out of the balcony door. She said: "Although it is the Spring Festival, the night is still very cold. It is best not to blow the night breeze, especially when your hair is wet."

"Have you finished hanging your clothes?"

"Ok!"

This is the balcony on the third floor, and the rooftop is where Song Ci hangs his clothes.

These are two places.

Worried about what might happen if he was too far away from Xiao Ansong, Anting did not go to the rooftop tonight.

Song Ci suddenly suggested: "How about... let me blow dry your hair?"

"It's not necessary. I'm a boy and my hair is very short. The weather is so dry and cold, so just dry it naturally."

"Come! Listen to sister!"

"Hey, there is no sister who feeds her brother the bath water, or mouth to mouth."

Upon hearing this, Song Ci was overtaken by shame, and there were vague signs of anger. Anting saw it clearly and did not dare to disobey, so he still obeyed her.

The two left the balcony and returned to the living room on the third floor.

Song Ci let Anting lie on her lap and used a hairdryer to dry him; while Naite curled up on the carpet and fell asleep, the scene was peaceful.

"What were you thinking about just now?"

The sound of the hair dryer is quite loud, which can easily make people irritated, but when combined with Song Ci's personal voice, it makes the mind calm down inexplicably.

Anting half-truthfully replied, "I'm thinking about the club. Although I can accept a loss, I don't have the habit of losing money."

"Ha..." After laughing, Song Ci turned off the hair dryer, looked down from a high position, gently touched the young man's face, and said, "I know your obsession, don't put too much pressure on yourself."

The boy's obsession is the perfection of those around him.

"I have had similar thoughts. I always want my mother to be happy and ignore my own emotions. Now that I am honest with you, I feel relaxed. Let's talk about the future things later. Enjoy the peace of this moment."

The girl's obsession is her mother. She was once afraid that falling in love with Anting would make her mother unhappy.

After the confession, everyone relaxed.

After a brief silence, Anting looked up at Song Ci's beautiful face and said in a complicated tone: "I'm sorry."

On the one hand, they are unclear about their own hearts, and on the other hand, they are afraid that if they agree to either party, the other party will be hurt.

Anting couldn't make a choice.

"It's okay, I understand you."

Song Ci knew it in her heart - even though she and Qiao Liang had made an appointment, no matter who ended up with Anting, we would all be good friends, but she knew she couldn't do it.

The day Anting makes his decision, he should leave.

It seems good to maintain the status quo for the time being and just escape like this.

……

Big Year. Anting and Song Ci took the baby to the secret base in the city square to have a small gathering with their friends.

I originally wanted to watch a New Year's film starring Gu Xueli, but unfortunately because of Xiao Ansong's existence, it was not convenient to go to the cinema, so I could only sit together and have a drink and chat.

Everyone's hearts melted when they saw the baby in the stroller.

Bao Weiwei's eyes were filled with stars as she exclaimed: "This is too cute. I decided to give her the position of the cute king of the secret base."

Gao Fei looked at it carefully and agreed: "You said this is the child of Anting and Song Ci. I believe it. It is a combination of these two people."

Hearing this, neither Anting nor Song Ci felt particularly embarrassed.

This is an indisputable fact. Xiao Ansong looks more and more like two people as he grows older.

Qiao Liang didn't care about this and was very interested in playing with the baby.

And this time.

Several teenagers who looked like middle school students walked in and noticed Zhu Jiajun in the corner. They probably recognized him and pointed at him and spoke loudly.

The sound was loud enough to get everyone's attention.

"Wait, are you an AT?"

"Rookie, what profession do you want to play!? He knows how to trick us!"

"Five! Go home and raise pigs!"

"A little bit~"

Although they have a bad attitude, to put it bluntly, they are just a bunch of brats.

Bath fans are like this. They talk about their beliefs, but they are actually a group of cults.

Just when Anting and others were worried about Zhu Jiajun, the latter looked very calm and said loudly to the middle school students: "Thank you for your encouragement, I will still fight!"

Several middle school students were startled for a moment, then cursed "shameless" and left.

Feeling the strange gaze from his friend, Zhu Jiajun shrugged and said, "Look away a little bit."

Anting smiled happily.

In this case, he took the opportunity to talk about some serious matters and said: "Zhu Jiajun, I have bought a quota for an LSPL team. The team's base is set in City B. It will be reorganized with you as the core. All team members are decided by you!"

Yes.

Anting was only responsible for giving the money, leaving Zhu Jiajun to decide everything else.

Zhu Jiajun showed a serious expression, nodded solemnly, and said: "Yes!"

Whether it is for revenge or repayment of kindness, Zhu Jiajun must achieve results this time, at least to bring this second-tier league team to the highest league, otherwise, Anting will suffer a huge loss.

As for dreams and stuff.

He couldn't tell the difference anymore.

Is it an obsession or a teenage dream?

Qiao Liang asked curiously: "Zhu Jiajun, do you want to form an all-Chinese class?"

In response to this question, everyone thought that Zhu Jiajun would nod. He was once a believer in the All-China Class and truly regarded bath as his idol.

At this moment, he shook his head and raised the corners of his mouth in a mature arc, "It depends on the situation, how to save money and how to set up. Everything is a business behavior."

"Pfft hahaha."

All of a sudden everyone was amused.

This is a completely unexpected answer.

There is no admission or denial, but one thing is clear - e-sports is a commercial competition, and everything should minimize costs and maximize benefits.

He doesn't care whether it's a Chinese class or not, he only pursues cost-effectiveness.

next second.

Anting patted him on the shoulder and said sincerely, "It's a good thing to recognize the reality, but... I still hope you keep your dreams."

Even if you are bruised and bruised by the world, even if you are tortured and bruised by reality, dreams and hopes are always a good thing.

Hearing this, Zhu Jiajun seemed to understand, and then asked: "Brother Ting, what about your dream?"

Anting was slightly startled, looked around at his friends, and smiled without saying a word.

My dream is this.

This is also my obsession.

(End of this chapter)