After rebirth, I have an extra sister

Chapter 90
Seven in the morning.

First there was a conventional military training mobilization meeting, and then the military training officially started.

Nothing more than those processes.

Every morning and afternoon, they stand in the military posture for 30 minutes. Each class will practice according to the assigned content, some are military boxing, some are dagger exercises, and some are stick and shield techniques.

When standing in the military posture, An Ting's expectations completely disappeared.

"Hey, it's hard work, and it's boring. I thought there was a real CS or something."

While the instructor was bragging to others, Gao Fei couldn't take it anymore, and suddenly said to An Ting, "There is no inner ghost, let's have some military training jokes."

Anting is 1.7 meters seven, Gao Fei is 1.7 meters four, and the two are actually standing very close.

Anting lost part of his ability to think, so he just said to himself: "A certain college student was attacked by gangsters. He used 16 sets of military punches and was stabbed 32 times. On average, he was stabbed twice for every punch he punched."

The sound is not loud, but it can cover five meters around.

Almost the whole class heard it.

"puff…"

"Goose~"

At that moment, the whole class was tense.

I didn't expect An Ting to have such a skill. The problem is that An Ting is a storyteller. He doesn't feel anything. His face is sweating profusely and expressionless. Coupled with the generation gap of the reborn, he even thinks he told a very cold joke.

It's so cold, what's so funny?

Then...others are out of luck.

When the instructor turned around, he saw several boys who couldn't hold back, including Gao Fei.

The anger came up all of a sudden, mainly because the first day of military training had to be dismounted.

"You...you...you...you...come out!" The instructor pointed back and forth at several boys, including Gao Fei, Wang Zihong and Lu Ren, cursed hard, and looked at Anting again.

The instructor had a good impression of An Ting. The latter was the head of the boys, a bit like a sports committee member. He was in charge of gathering the students and praised him, "Look at the expressionless, perfect military posture of classmate An; and look at you, smile and run twice on the track and field for me!"

When everyone heard the instructor praise An Ting as the culprit, it became even more difficult.

Looking at the other boys running under the scorching sun, the expressionless An Ting finally smiled—ah, it turns out that happiness is relatively high. Seeing you all so tired, I suddenly feel sweet.

"Comfortable."

Gao Fei, Wang Zihong and others: There is a sentence of NMP, I don’t know if it should be said or not.

By the way.

The military training instructors were invited by the school from other places. Generally speaking, the requirements for the students are not high, they are relatively loose, and they are not responsible for the students' hair.

The school is responsible for hair and so on.

Perhaps because of his status as the top student in the high school entrance examination, the school really didn't care about Anting, at least Xu Qingshu didn't care.

……

The location of military training is not static.

With the shift of the sun's altitude angle and the change of the intensity, usually in the afternoon, the basketball court is not suitable for treating people. The instructor is not a hard-hearted person. He always leads the students to a ramp on the campus.

It was a slope with sweet-scented osmanthus trees planted on both sides. On one side was the dormitory for senior one girls, and on the other side was the school canteen.

At the end of August, there is still no flowering period, but there is still a hint of autumn dyeing the yellow osmanthus trees.

In the afternoon, it is golden, with a little beauty.

It seems that I can already smell the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus in autumn.

"Hey...Look, there's a girl over there."

"It seems a bit high, but unfortunately the hat is too low to see the face clearly."

The military training period is very long. The best way to overcome it is not to concentrate and concentrate, but to divert attention. Students are very sensitive to the surrounding environment.

For example, at this moment, the boys noticed a beautiful figure sitting under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree at the end of the ramp.

Hearing the other boys' comments, An Ting looked around and saw a beautiful figure sitting under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the middle of the ramp.

It should be a freshman. She is 1.7 meters tall. Even though she is wearing a complete military uniform, she still can't hide her good figure, but the hat is too low, making it difficult to see the face... Moreover, it looks like a girl with short hair, holding a notebook and pencil in her hand.

It may be that the scenery is so beautiful that people can't help but think about it.

Like a fairy in a fairy tale.

An Ting also looked over.

On the school road above the ramp, there is another class in military training.

During the military training on the basketball court during the day, there are brother classes nearby, Class One and One, Class One and Two, Class One and Three, and Class One and Four.

And here, it should be...

"How many classes are there?"

Gao Fei replied: "Class B."

"Ah...?" An Ting froze for a moment.

"Just kidding, the last class, class 13."

The number of classes in each grade of No. 10 Middle School is between 14 and 13, and there are a total of [-] classes in this class.

13 is similar to B, and students will call Class 13 Class B.

An Ting asked again: "What's the situation with that girl?"

This time it was Lu Ren's turn to reply, "What else could it be, just feeling unwell."

Lu Ren is a person in D101 dormitory, he is a very ordinary person, his comprehensive statistics are below average, and his only specialty is intelligence gathering ability.

Of course... you can also understand it as gossip.

In every period of youth, military training, inter-class exercises, and physical education classes, there are always one or two people who sit under the shade of a tree due to physical problems...

And that girl is such an existence.

An Ting looked at it for a while, then looked away, but felt that the back was somewhat familiar.

When everyone was chatting here, it was already past four o'clock in the afternoon.

With 10 minutes left until the end of the military training, the instructor saw that the students were very tired and did not continue training, and because of the presence of the chief instructor, they could not dismiss early, so he said, "Come and play a game."

Whether it is high school military training or university military training, the instructors like to play games. On the one hand, it is to enhance the friendship between classmates, and on the other hand, it is for leisure and entertainment.

As far as current charging is concerned, it is actually nothing.

For some social fears, the pressure is still quite high.

As soon as the game was mentioned, Bao Weiwei couldn't sit still. She took the initiative and said, "Let's play Number Solitaire, from 1 to 50. If you encounter 7, you have to yell, otherwise you will lose. If you lose, you will be punished."

This is a very simple little game.

Basically, you know how to play after listening to it once.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, ying ying, 8's Solitaire, all numbers related to 7 must be replaced with ying ying, as long as you shout 7, you lose, and if you shout too slowly, you lose.

For this kind of small game that tests the reaction, An Ting is a reborn person, and he feels that it is impossible for him to lose.

however.

Never underestimate the inertial thinking of human beings, even if you are reborn.

Only in the third round, An Ting blurted out: "27..."

It exploded on the spot.

Even An Ting himself was shocked, he never expected that he would lose this simple game, the deal was done, there was no other way.

It's time for the happy punishment.

Bao Weiwei was happy to punish An Ting, but other girls in the class became interested.

Generally speaking, between the truth and the big risk, for a group of people who have known each other for less than two days, no one is willing to know about you, so everyone will choose the big risk.

However, Anting is a bit different, he is the number one in the high school entrance examination.

Moreover, whether it is a boy or a girl, they are more or less curious about the relationship between him and Song Ci.

A group of girls headed by Cheng Cheng asked first, "Anting, Anting, are you and Song Ci CP?"

Bao Weiwei was speechless about this question, he had already explained it in the morning, but you didn't listen, wasting a good opportunity to play tricks on Anting.

The instructor is not a worker in the education industry, and there are no teachers nearby, so he won't care about this kind of thing-you students' puppy love is none of my instructor's shit.

Instructor: I am also eating melons.

On the contrary, it was the other party, Song Ci, who seemed unexpected. He didn't expect the girls to be entangled in this issue.

Facing this problem, An Ting remained calm. He thought there would be some serious punishment, but he didn't expect it to pass so easily. He really wanted to lie, tease his classmates, and tease Song Ci.

But the problem is... this is the truth.

If you don't tell the truth, you will be dishonest.

An Ting could only shake his head truthfully, and said, "No, Song Ci and I are not in the relationship you imagined."

Students have different moods.

Some people feel relieved that at least they and An Ting, or themselves and Song Ci, still have a chance.

Some people think it's boring, and they are eating melons. Now that you two have nothing to do with each other, then it's no fun.

In this regard, Song Ci just shrugged and smiled calmly.

There are still 10 minutes until the military training ends.

You can still play for a while.

With the defeat in the last round, An Ting would not allow himself to lose again, and even ignited a little fighting spirit.

"37!"

As for the results...

As you can see, not so good...

An Ting couldn't help feeling a black line on his forehead, and muttered, "Oops, I'm not a game black hole, am I?"

The students in the class laughed together, they didn't expect that a top student like An Ting is not good at playing games.

This time it was not as easy as telling the truth. The boys were raging and had to arrange a super adventure for Anting, especially the boys in the same dormitory, Gao Fei, Wang Zihong, Lin Shengwu and Lu Ren.

A look of death.

Anting suddenly had a black line on his forehead, fire prevention, theft prevention and roommate protection...

Last night's marinated eggs were paid by mistake after all.

Wang Zihong looked at the beautiful figure at the top of the ramp, mainly because he couldn't see the girl's face, so he became curious, and said, "Then...then you go and meow at that girl! Louder!"

How shrewd is Wang Zihong, he will not be like a supporting role in a youth romantic comedy, asking the hero to confess to the heroine.

What a shame it is to meow like a cat.

An Ting rolled his eyes, and seemed to feel nothing.

Isn't it just learning to meow?
I'm a hunk who likes cats, it's normal! ?

(End of this chapter)