After rebirth, I have an extra sister

Chapter 54

past life.

The ending of the aunt's family is better than that of Anting's family.

Although my aunt also lost the property, at least she has a husband who is a small leader and still works. Both children were later admitted to prestigious universities, which can be regarded as successful in their studies.

Although the later life did not cause any big waves, the level was still maintained at the average level, which was quite nourishing.

This is completely different from the Anting family.

An's father is a junior high school graduate. Apart from collecting rent, he has no possessions.

Once the building is gone, it will be completely reduced to the bottom, and later, under the numbness of tobacco and alcohol, will fall ill and die with regret.

After the business failed, the two families lost contact.

There is a saying in a certain movie, never do business with your best friends or relatives.

It's okay to win; it's really embarrassing to lose.

The screen returns to this moment.

My aunt took out a pot of iced lemonade from the refrigerator. She probably made it herself. It was made with winter honey and boiled water. My aunt has always been very particular about health preservation. She poured a glass for Song Ci and Anting who were sitting in the living room.

So here comes the question - what will an elder talk about with two juniors who have just passed the high school entrance examination?
Of course it's the exam situation.

"The results of the high school entrance examination will be released in a few days, what do you two think?" asked the aunt.

With just a few words, his eyes wandered to his son who was not far away.

She is a strict mother. She had already urged her son to estimate his grades earlier, but it turned out to be a little overturned. She could not go to No. [-] Middle School or Experimental Middle School by visual inspection, but could only go to No. [-] Middle School.

No.[-] Middle School and Experimental Middle School are the best high schools in City C.

The No. 3 Middle School can already be regarded as No.[-], which is definitely not bad.

However, my aunt is still not very satisfied, she has been a little depressed these days, it just so happens that An Ting came today, and she has to find confidence for her son.

Fu Peilin's thoughts are similar. Although he is a bit overturned, he still maintains self-confidence. No. [-] middle school is not that bad. In front of Song Ci, he has to pretend.

I want this super beautiful girl to see her strength.

Song Ci was very polite, knowing that she was just an outsider, she didn't steal the conversation, so she handed over the control to An Ting, and just sat aside obediently.

An Ting took a sip of the lemonade, and said naturally and confidently, "Well, I don't have a score, but it feels okay."

"Ah…"

Auntie and Fu Peilin spoke in unison and smiled jokingly.

I can't blame my aunt and cousin for looking down on people. Among relatives, Anting's academic performance is obvious to all, and it is very tragic.

What this population says is okay, does that mean going to a technical secondary school?Or perform beyond the standard and get admitted to a bottom high school?
Both the former and the latter seem to be bad.

The mother and son have a conclusion in mind.

An Ting saw the contempt in the eyes of the two, and was not in a hurry to slap them in the face. In fact, he couldn't slap them in the face.
My aunt pretended to comfort me: "It's okay, just try your best. My Peilin didn't do well in the exam, and he was not up to standard. I guess he can only go to No. [-] Middle School, but I'm considering arranging a school choice for him."

Fu Peilin pretended not to care, but turned up the volume, deliberately let Song Ci hear, saying: "It's not necessarily that you won't pass the exam, as long as the Chinese and English composition scores are higher, there is still hope."

Whether it is English composition or Chinese composition, the variable is always the biggest. If you perform better, you may really hit No. [-] Middle School or Experimental Middle School.

Speaking of this, Fu Peilin glanced at Song Ci with confident eyes, seemingly inadvertently, and said flatly: "Student Song Ci, right? What about you..."

While speaking, Fu Peilin felt that the name Song Ci was a little familiar, and he always felt that he had heard it somewhere.

Song Ci is not a person who likes to show off. He probably saw that the mother and son looked down on An Ting, so he suddenly held back his breath and said, "It's so-so, it should be no problem to go to No. [-] Middle School."

She doesn't like to see others belittle An Ting.

Hearing this, both my aunt and Fu Peilin were taken aback for a moment.

The first time I saw this girl, I was attracted by her appearance, preconceived that she was a vase, and she was posing, not doing her job properly.

did not expect.
There are more than 20 junior high schools in City C, and No. 500 Middle School enrolls about 25 students each year. Ideally, this means that at least the top [-] students in each junior high school can be admitted.

So, this girl is a top student.

When the aunt saw that her son couldn't control the situation, she brought out her better daughter, which was her usual routine, and said, "That's great, Xiaoci and my daughter should have a lot of topics in common."

My aunt has a son and a daughter. The son has just finished the high school entrance examination; the daughter is a high school student and is studying in an experimental middle school. This one is the real top student. Fu Peilin can only be called an elite.

Song Ci smiled calmly and said, "If there is a chance..."

We're almost done talking here.

Anting still has invitations and cakes to distribute.

Seeing this, the aunt asked her son to go downstairs to open the door. It was not a matter of politeness or impoliteness, but that someone needed to lock the door with a key on the first floor.

Fu Peilin was reluctant to open the door not long ago, probably because he wanted to get in touch with Song Ci, but this time he was happy to accept it.

Followed by.

A group of three went downstairs together.

All three are 15 years old, Fu Peilin is one month older than Song Ci, and Song Ci is two months older than Anting.

However, Fu Peilin is 1.7 meters tall, and belongs to the type of creamy niche; he is completely different from An Ting, who is 1.7 meters and five in height. This person is a ruffian.

Fu Peilin is a reserved person. Although he has a good impression of Song Ci, he still pretends to be cold. He didn't talk to him all the way. When he opened the door, he finally couldn't help it and said, "Song Ci, I may go to No. [-] Middle School in the future. We are all classmates. Can I add a QQ?"

Song Ci had no feelings for the other party, did not directly agree, and said indifferently: "I will ask Anting to send it to you."

"Okay..." Fu Peilin could feel that the other party didn't like him, but he couldn't force it. He was still a junior high school student with a thin skin, and he was not used to stalking.

After the two left, Fu Peilin still felt that the name Song Ci was very familiar. He went upstairs again and returned home, opened the door, and looked at the award certificate on the side of the living room.

The top certificate was the Excellence Award in the city's all-around competition last year—it was a difficult competition in comprehensive Chinese, mathematics and English, and the top fifteen students were awarded in total.

Fu Peilin was a hit at the time, and it happened to be No.15, and he won an excellent award.

This is the best result of his student career so far.

At this moment, Fu Peilin squinted his eyes, took a closer look, and suddenly remembered one thing - last year's all-around competition No. 1 seemed to be called Song Ci.

In my junior high school, it was quite a sensation.

Every year, the No. 1 all-around competition is our school, we are a private school, we are an elite junior high school, we are an aristocratic junior high school, but last year it was snatched away by a girl from a township junior high school, which is really not a trivial matter.

"Ah... that's the guy."

……

In his previous life, when the business just failed and when his father died of illness, An Ting once hated his aunt's family very much. He wished to demolish their house, always thinking that they were the ones who harmed him.

But with the passage of time, Anting set foot in the society and faced the world alone, the resentment gradually dissipated.

Although it is no longer possible to be a family that loves each other, at least there is no such bitterness and hatred.

how to say?

The business failed, no one thought about it, and my aunt also suffered a lot of losses.

There is no need for conspiracy theories. They did not join forces with outsiders to cheat your family of money. Pure is food, not bad.

Dad cooks, aunt also cooks, that's all.

Willing to gamble to lose.

Anyway, in this life, I will be two relatives who have a good or bad relationship, keep a certain distance, walk around during the holidays, and connect with each other.

As for doing business together, let's say goodbye.

The screen turns and returns to this moment.

An Ting and Song Ci were in the alley downstairs of their aunt, the sun was fierce, so the motorcycle had to be parked in the alley.

An Ting joked: "My cousin seems to like you very much."

"Ah."

Song Ci is a precocious girl with outstanding talent and appearance. Although she is only in the third grade of junior high school, she is already used to various confessions, so she can tell that Fu Peilin has a crush on her at a glance, but she is not cold.

In Song Ci's eyes, Fu Peilin is just one of countless mad bees and butterflies, nothing to worry about.

"Then I'll give him your QQ?" An Ting continued to joke.

Song Ci said casually, "As you like, anyway, I will decide whether to add or not."

"Oh…"

"By the way, give me the car keys, and I'll take care of the way back." Song Ci skipped the topic of Fu Peilin, she was not interested in that person at all, but wanted to try riding a motorcycle.

Seeing Song Ci eager to try, An Ting smiled, did not refuse, handed her the car keys, and turned into a nagging madman again, saying: "Remember to be careful."

"You are always like this. You can't do what you ask of others." Song Ci complained with a trace of dissatisfaction.

An Ting could not refute.

Perhaps because of the blessing of his status as a reborn person, the young man is always confident in himself, but he doesn't let his friends take risks. He wants to protect the four in his life.

Before getting into the car, An Ting asked, "Can you drive?"

In my impression, I haven't seen this girl riding a motorcycle in two lifetimes, so I feel a little uneasy.

Song Ci rolled her playful eyes and said, "You think I can't even drive such a simple car, right?"

Because it is a women's motorcycle, it doesn't even have gears. As long as you are tall enough, you can basically drive it casually, as long as you have hands.

An Ting felt that he was worrying too much, and joked, "Please, you're really smart!"

"You are the locomotive!"

That year was still the period when Wanwan idol dramas were sweeping the mainland. Everyone can understand this kind of words.

Followed by.

Song Ci got into the car first and sat in the front; An Ting followed closely behind, holding on to the railing behind with both hands. There was a distance of thirty or forty centimeters between them, and he would not take advantage of it.

Song Ci drove very steadily, but slowly.

After observing for a while, An Ting felt that it was unnecessary to hold the railing behind, so he simply hung down naturally, holding the mobile phone in one hand, to see who's going to send invitations next.

The picture should have been peaceful.

She never thought that Song Ci, who has always been smart, suddenly made a mistake. She must have been thinking about the sudden brake when the boy came to make herself rush forward. At the traffic light intersection in the center of the town, she also braked a little crampedly.

Unexpectedly, the young man behind him leaped forward involuntarily, his hands subconsciously wanting to grab something.

then…

It just grabbed a touch of softness.

"Hmph, when I asked you to drive me, you deliberately braked. Now it's my turn." Song Ci's smugness only lasted for three seconds, and she found something touching herself.

"Forehead…"

She realized that she was being stupid—the boy slammed on the brakes and I hugged him; I slammed on the brakes and was hugged by him, as if I was the one who suffered.

An Ting got cheap and acted like a good boy, while holding back, he complained: "Song Ci, are you an idiot?"

Song Ci blushed, bit her lips and said, "Sooner or later, I will move out, away from you, a rascal!"

According to Song Ci's plan, she planned to move back to the community and live alone after Aunt Song and Papa An's wedding was over.

There are still some days left.

Really!
After living with that stinky guy An Ting for a long time, even I have become stupid.

An Ting whistled, and muttered: "I obviously never thought of taking advantage of it, but you forcefully stuffed tofu into my mouth, so I have to eat it anyway."

"Go to hell!"

After that.

The two inevitably quarreled.

In terms of quarrels, Anting is sure to win.

　It was updated at twelve o'clock last night, but this chapter was written too ambiguously, it was reviewed by the card

　　I have modified

　　
　
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