After rebirth, I have an extra sister

Chapter 92 The Night of Feeding Mosquitoes
It's a very long video.

It started at 7.15pm and lasted about two hours. It should end at 9.15pm.

Although it was a promotional and educational film, I thought it would be boring, but the students watched it seriously unexpectedly, and everyone loves this land very much.

In his previous life, An Ting in junior high school didn't even study Chinese, mathematics and English well, let alone a secondary subject like history. He only cared about eating, drinking and having fun, and seldom studied.

It wasn't until he set foot in society and with the popularity of mobile terminals that he gradually understood history.

With the help of snacks, Bao Weiwei, who was originally not interested, was watching carefully.

A group of teenagers gathered in the teaching square to watch a movie. In fact, it has the sense of moving a stool to the village ancestral hall to watch a big show in the old days. The moon is very round, the stars are very bright, and there are fireflies dotted. It seems that everything is very slow.

The only disharmony is probably...mosquitoes.

She has been complaining that Song Ci wears long trousers and white shoes for evening self-study, but tonight, she did a good job, everyone was bitten badly by mosquitoes, only Song Ci was intact.

The upper body is a private T-shirt with a light blue round neck; the lower body is casual trousers, and a pair of white shoes. Her wavy hair is unrestrained. When the wind blows, it looks like waves.

A hairpin was tied on her forehead, and her face was sweating a little. Under the light of the screen, her almond eyes looked like priceless gems. Although it was a bit funny to say this, compared with the classmates around her who were madly feeding mosquitoes, she was truly reclusive and independent.

Suddenly there was a "snap" from the side, Song Ci turned her face, looked at An Ting who was slapping mosquitoes, and said with a hint of sneer, "Who told you to wear such short pants."

An Ting said helplessly, "It's very hot."

Compared with cold, teenagers are more afraid of heat.

The next second, Song Ci lowered her head and looked at the boy's thigh. There were indeed many bumps. Seeing that the boy was scratching so roughly, it was a bit skinny, so she reached out her hand helplessly and stroked it a few times.

"Don't be so rough..."

The skin on Anting's thighs is of good quality, but after wearing shorts for a long time, it darkens a bit, making it look like Jinhua ham. Fortunately, the complexion of the face is fairer.

Feeling the gentle touch on her thigh, An Ting's irritability caused by mosquitoes calmed down.

But at this time, Bao Weiwei saw Song Ci tickling An Ting, couldn't stand it any longer, came over and said, "A Ci, A Ci, she also has a bag on her arm, so you can scratch it for me too."

"Hey…"

So ever.

Song Ci tickled An Ting and Bao Weiwei at the same time.

……

An hour passed.

Seeing that the students were fascinated, Xu Qingshu, the class teacher, quietly came to Anting, handed him a hundred-yuan bill, and said in a commanding tone, "Student Anting, help me go to the fruit stand outside the school and buy some sliced ​​iced watermelons, and then distribute them to the students."

It belongs to the head teacher who invited the students to eat watermelon.

Among some relatively young teachers, this is not an uncommon operation.

However, the age of teachers these days is still relatively large, and there are not many teachers who are willing to take the initiative to mingle with students.

Middle-aged teachers and elderly teachers still adhere to the old way, thinking that there should be some barriers between teachers and students, and it is not appropriate to be too close, so as to establish dignity.

Like many young people, although Xu Qingshu is a teacher, she doesn't particularly like selfless dedication and not expecting anything in return.

In her mind, being a teacher is a somewhat special profession, and she is still an ordinary person in the final analysis. She just wants to establish a good relationship with her classmates through some material exchanges, such as fruits.

With the operation of "please eat watermelon", I won some praise.

Generally speaking, students should obey the teacher's request without questioning it.

Xu Qingshu was looking for An Ting on purpose, and by the way, in front of him, to brush up his favorability.

Just when she was about to accept An Ting's moving gaze, the boy didn't follow the routine and said directly: "Why don't you buy it yourself? Instead, let the students run errands?"

Xu Qingshu's blood pressure fluctuated: "."

As expected, I couldn't get along with this No. [-] scholar named Anting.

In the crowd, Teacher Xu Qingshu was not easy to get angry, pretending to be reserved, and said calmly: "No... this is an opportunity for you and your classmates to get closer."

"Oh...that's good. I thought Teacher Xu was also the kind of person who wanted to gain favor but was lazy, so he relied on his status as a teacher to order students to do things at will." As he spoke, the corner of An Ting's mouth raised a nasty arc.

Xu Qingshu felt a little guilty.

Think about it carefully, isn't that what you are?
Wanting to take this opportunity to build a good impression in front of the students, but too lazy to make a trip, he ordered the students casually.

After all... In this era of underdeveloped mobile terminals, simple students like to regard the teacher's words as the standard, and basically don't question them much.

Xu Qingshu felt even more guilty, and just said: "How could it be? The teacher is not that kind of person, the teacher is giving you a chance to get closer to your classmates."

"Oh, I'm off then."

An Ting gave a meaningful answer, as if seeing through everything.

Looking at An Ting's back, Xu Qingshu didn't know if it was her own illusion, she always felt that she was manipulated by a student, it seems that she should be closer and more cautious when facing him next time.

Unexpectedly.

An Ting suddenly turned around and called out, "Teacher Xu."

"Ah..." Xu Qingshu was a little uneasy, and asked in a cute voice, "What's wrong?"

An Ting said directly: "I suddenly remembered that I am a student and cannot leave the school gate."

The No. [-] Middle School is a fully enclosed teaching system, and students cannot come in and out freely.

"Eh... I almost forgot." While speaking, Xu Qingshu walked towards Anting, and quickly walked in front of the boy. She was still in a long dress today.

The thin long skirt is the most suitable clothing for education that Xu Qingshu can think of, and it is also the most comfortable clothing in summer.

next second.

Xu Qingshu stretched his hand to the front of his neck, pulled the rope, took out the work card directly from his chest, and stuffed it into An Ting's hand.

An Ting was slightly startled, looked at the work card in his hand, and squeezed it hard again, as if it was still warm.

This is a work card with a milk flavor.

Xu Qingshu thought it was nothing at first, she just stuffed her work card into her clothes, which is very common in summer, but when she saw An Ting pinching her work card, she suddenly realized something, squinted her eyes, and suddenly her chest tightened.

An Ting seemed to feel a faint murderous aura, and he didn't dare to stay, so he turned and left.

For a resident student, going out is a very pleasant thing.

Maybe it was only two days of military training, Anting's excitement was not so strong, he bought some iced watermelons at the fruit stand in front of the school, cut them up, and went back to school.

I happened to see that there was still sugar cane, so I brought one with myself.

Anyway, Xu Qingshu paid the bill.

Facing the sudden watermelon, the students who had been in the military training for two days did not know how happy they were. Thanks to An Ting and teacher Xu Qingshu.

Before watching the movie, Xu Qingshu found Anting again for the matter of hair.

"Before school officially starts, remember to solve it!"

The tone is harsher.

According to normal development, this hair should be K on the first day of military training. Considering your status as the number one student in the high school entrance examination, I will endure your military training.

It turns out that good students are privileged.

If not, it can only mean that it is not good enough.

An Ting replied, "Yes, yes."

"Don't leave yet, I have another task for you. Here is the student information filling form. Send it to the students and collect it before the end of the military training." Xu Qingshu handed a stack of papers to Anting.

"So complicated…"

An Ting originally didn't want to take on so many jobs, but when he thought about it carefully, if he, the boy in charge, didn't do these things, he must have passed them on to Song Ci.

Then let me do it.

After all... he was the head of the boys just for Song Ci.

That night, An Ting filled in the student information in the corridor of the dormitory. After thinking for a long time, she still didn't fill in Aunt Song in the column of "Mother".

What's interesting is... When An Ting filled out his father's occupation, he thought about it for a while.

It seems that there is no such occupation as a charterer, so I wrote it backhand-unemployed.

……

Once you get used to a certain rhythm of life, the passage of time will become faster.

With the secretion and evaporation of sweat again and again, the military training came to the third day.

In the boring and sultry military training life, if there is anything that makes people particularly concerned, it is that I can still see the cat girl under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree on the ramp every afternoon.

Sometimes, she just sits and sleeps under the tree like this, peaceful and beautiful.

Sometimes, she is drawing with a pencil and paper.

Maybe it was because she was too amazing, the boys in several nearby classes were talking about her.

Some personal information about her has also surfaced.

During the military training break, Lu Ren gathered a group of boys and introduced, "That girl is called Qiao Liang, who belongs to Class 13 of the first year of high school.

In the first year of high school, there were no classes or art classes, but this girl was more like a kind of preparatory class. While taking cultural courses in the first year of high school, she learned painting from the senior grades at the same time.

"Qiao Liang? Bridge? Bridge..."

Oh, it turns out that the game ID is such a thing.

An Ting murmured, "She's still an extraordinary master."

"what…?"

All the boys in the class looked at An Ting eagerly, as if if the information was true, that girl would be the goddess in their hearts, and went up to kneel and lick.

An Ting looked at the group of beasts, took a breath, and said, "Nonsense."

"Cut~!"

An Ting didn't pay much attention to that girl, so there should be no interaction in the future.

however.

The reality slap comes so quickly.

At five o'clock that afternoon, the military training was over. Anting sat down with Gao Fei, Wang Zihong, Lin Shengwu and Lu Ren, and took off their shoes one by one.

This is impossible.

The shoes issued by the school may not fit perfectly, either a little bigger or a little bigger.

In addition, it is summer and the temperature is too high. Many people don't wear tube socks, they are all short socks, and some people wear boat socks against the sky.

Not only the heels are worn out, but the feet are also very sore. The soles are too hard, and the insoles keep slipping out.

An Ting and others put on the hemostatic patch, which temporarily solved the problem of the heel, leaving the problem of sore feet and slipping out of the insole

Just at this moment, Wang Zihong stood up and suggested: "I heard from my cousin who was in the military training at the university - they also encountered this problem, and they usually solve it with M towels, that is, use M towels as insoles."

Although An Ting is a reborn person, he has never had military training, and this is the first time he has heard of this method.

"Then the question is, who will get the M towel?"

There are generally only two ways to get an M scarf—first, go to a girl to ask for it; second, go to a small shop to buy it.

The first one is definitely not good, and he will definitely be regarded as a hooligan. In this way, he can only rely on the second method to solve the problem.

A group of boys looked at each other, squinted their eyes, tacitly stretched out a hand silently.

"Scissors…"

"Stone…"

An Ting: "No!!!"

　good night

　　
　
(End of this chapter)