After rebirth, I have an extra sister

Chapter 6 The Hundred Days Pledge Assembly
This day is the day when the junior high school in my hometown took the [-]-day oath.

The [-]-day swearing-in of hometown junior high school is very interesting, and it is divided into three processes.

The first one is a meeting, a cliché meeting, first the student representatives speak, and then the leaders speak.

The second process is to bury the time kit. The school sends each student a post-it note and a small glass bottle, allowing each student to write their message, wish, or even a little idea for the future, and then bury it under the largest redbud tree in the corner of the campus, waiting for a ten-year agreement.

We, who are 15 years old this year, will wait until we are 25 years old, that is, two or three years after graduating from university, to return to school again, and to examine ourselves again, the original self.

Has the original wish come true?
Should I have to pay memorial service now?
The third process is to eat the cake, which has a sense of sight that the school celebrates the coming-of-age ceremony for the students. Of course, the fifteen or sixteen-year-old children do not have the coming-of-age ceremony, just such a feeling.

The grapes are newborn, and they are green and astringent.

Not yet mature.

however.

An Ting soon discovered a bug. He looked at monitor Song Ci and asked, "Didn't you say to write a message for the future? Where's the paper?"

As soon as this word comes out.

The whole class looked at Anting in the corner with disdainful eyes, um... Anting's location is in the corner, and it was specially arranged so as not to affect other students.

His deskmate is Gao Fei.

Before Song Ci could answer, Gao Fei complained, "An Ting, are you awake? We wrote it last Friday and handed in the note."

Although today is the day of the [-]-day oath, it was written and handed in last Friday.

"what…!?"

The people of Anting are stupid. Originally, they wanted to write about the lofty ambitions of changing the world, but they didn't even have this opportunity. It seems that the timing of rebirth is not very good.

Song Ci felt that this was nothing, and said, "The notes have already been put into the glass bottle. If you want to change the content, you can write it again. It's not difficult, do you want to? I still have extra glass bottles here."

An Ting had a big heart, waved his hands, and said, "Forget it, don't change it, it's meaningless!"

"Row…"

Then again, what did I write in my time kit in my previous life?
This is a very delicate situation. Although I wrote it last Friday, it has actually been 14 years away from this ray of soul.

There is a 14-year gap between today and yesterday, and his revolving doors have flowed backwards from the age of 29 to the few days before he turned 15, but he has no memory of earlier times.

Moreover, in his last life, when he was 25 years old, he didn't go back to school to dig a bag, and he didn't remember what he wrote.

at this time.

The head teacher, Lao Li, appeared at the door of the classroom. He looked at Song Ci and said, "Student Song Ci, wait for you to speak on stage as a student representative. Are you ready for your speech?"

"Um…"

"Do you need the teacher to review the manuscript for you?"

"Thank you teacher, no need, I'm ready."

Lao Li is very satisfied with Song Ci, a student. He not only manages the class affairs in an orderly manner, but also has excellent academic performance.

Lao Li, who is about to turn 40 this year, met such a worry-free student for the first time. Thinking about it, Lao Li is like a smiling Buddha, warm and gentle.

however.

In the next second, Lao Li looked at An Ting, and on the spot, it turned from sunny to cloudy, no, from sunny to thunderstorm, cursing and saying, "Anting, you have to go on stage later! Get ready for me!"

"Um... I'm also a student representative?"

An Ting couldn't remember, he still had such a glorious past! ?

Although the hometown junior high school is a public junior high school in a small town, you can go to it for free if you have a registered permanent residence, but the education level is considered to be upper-middle in this city, and it is a very honorable thing to be selected as a student representative.

Unexpectedly.

Bao Weiwei poured a basin of cold water over, and joked: "You are also a student representative, but the other way around!"

"What do you mean?"

Gao Fei thought that An Ting was pretending, so he poked his waist with his elbow, and said, "Stop pretending... half a month ago, you had a fight with Wei Feng from Class [-] and [-], and the school specially asked you to come on stage today for a review."

"Um…"

An Ting searched his memory, and vaguely found such a dusty past.

Wei Feng, a boy from Class [-] and [-] of the junior high school in his hometown, if An Ting is a stubborn and unruly lone ranger, then Wei Feng is an out-and-out school bully.

On the eve of the [-]-day swearing-in meeting, I had a battle with Wei Feng, but I can't remember the cause. A sentence of innocence or youth and recklessness seems to explain many things.

As for going on stage for a review.

Then go.

An Ting studied mechanical maintenance in technical secondary school in his previous life, worked in technology for two years, and then went to work as a salesperson for a long time, relying on one mouth for food.

Thanos snapped his fingers, the person was gone, his mouth was still there, and he even said: I am fine, really fine!

……

nine in the morning.

The [-]-day swearing-in meeting officially begins.

There are two lines, the girls are in front and the boys are in the back.

Logically speaking, the taller An Ting should have been at the back of the queue, but Teacher Li let him sit first, on the one hand to prevent him from messing around in the back, and on the other hand to make it easier for him to go on stage to review later.

Coincidentally.

There was another person who wanted to speak on stage, and it was Song Ci, who was sitting next to Anting.

The girl was sitting upright, her body exuded a faint fragrance, strands of beautiful hair brushed by An Ting as the spring breeze blew past, making him dazed from time to time.

Just when An Ting was careless, Song Ci suddenly lowered her head, not knowing what she was writing, it should be a speech on stage.

I thought it was her speech on stage, but I didn't expect that after she finished it, she suddenly stuffed the speech that she had just finished in front of An Ting, and said seriously: "Take it!"

Forehead…

This is not her speech, but An Ting's review.

Looking at the beautiful handwriting on the draft paper, An Ting was a little stunned.

"Why are you standing still!?"

"I don't need your help, I can do it myself."

"Hey... you can? You mean your previous books - "My Charterer's Father", "My Wilderness Survival Diary", and..." At this point, Song Ci seemed to have thought of something, blushed, and shut up.

And... "My School Girlfriend".

Of course, "My School Girlfriend" didn't mention Song Ci by name, but just described a very beautiful girl in general.

Although Song Ci thought it was her, she felt too smug and dared not admit it.

Especially when he confessed in front of An Ting.

Listening, An Ting showed an awkward smirk, recalling a lot of past events, no, it should be said to be black history.

Mr. Li is the head teacher and a Chinese teacher. Maybe he is lazy, or maybe he really likes this teaching method. He is keen on allowing students to communicate and learn, such as exchanging essays and correcting each other.

If two people with poor language proficiency exchange compositions, there is no learning value, and they can only exchange illnesses.

Therefore, the advantages and disadvantages complement each other.

An Ting, who is the worst student in the class, is naturally the best student—Song Ci.

Song Ci, who has been reading his essays for three years, can't laugh or cry every time. He has a very accurate understanding of his composition level, knowing that he can't write a review, and he doesn't bother to plagiarize on the Internet.

Simply help him write.

At this moment, feeling Anting's wanton gaze, Song Ci blushed, and said awkwardly: "Don't get me wrong, it's just mutual assistance between relatives...Quasi-relatives..."

Hmm...just loved ones.

"Thank you!" An Ting had no way to explain, and simply showed a free and easy expression, showing a bright smile, red lips and white teeth.

The boy is always unkempt, especially in the early morning and morning, his hair is as messy as a bird's nest; but at this moment, looking at him, Song Ci suddenly lost his mind.

snort!
Bad student.

(End of this chapter)