Chapter 292 Stepped down
After the school anniversary.
It’s about the eighteenth week of the campus calendar.
What follows is the final exam for the second year of high school.
In fact, science students and physical education students take the exam of politics and history; liberal arts students and art students take the exam of physics and chemistry. It is an important but simple exam.
In the words of later generations: Just have the hands.
At twenty weeks, it’s the final exam.
We are ushering in the shortest summer vacation in our student career, from mid-July to the end of July, a total of two weeks.
Although the vacation is short, you should still enjoy it.
Xu Qingshu, who has always been strict, said: "I will not assign homework this time. I will take a final break in these two weeks. When school starts, you will be high school seniors and exam preparers. Entering the final sprint, cherish this vacation time."
Xu Qingshu is indeed a person with a sharp mouth and a heart of heart.
Very gentle.
"Okay..."
The summer vacation had just begun, and Anting received the long-awaited news - the project for the second commercial center had been finalized.
This means that the land I purchased two years ago is time to be acquired.
An Ting will get an astronomical sum of money.
It’s time to put the groupization plan on the agenda.
In less than a year, I will graduate from high school and become a college student and an adult. When the time comes, I will be in charge of the group and become a real business tycoon.
Hmm...
Although it is a bit funny to say this, it really corresponds to that sentence-the three-year period has arrived...
……
It’s the beginning of summer vacation.
Aunt Liu’s daughter’s wedding banquet came, and as planned, 18 tables were set up at the ancestral hall on Bauhinia Street.
Hmm...Actually, this is just the woman's wedding banquet, the man should still be in the big hotel.
In the past, Father An always asked outsiders for help when hosting wedding banquets; this time, considering that it was so close to home, he simply asked Anting, Song Ci and Aunt Song to help.
Father An may feel that there are not enough manpower, "An Ting, Xiaoci, call your friends, not only can you have a meal, but you can also get red envelopes."
" Oh."
An Ting asked in the group.
One call and a hundred responses.
If you have something to eat and a red envelope, you will naturally not refuse it.
Except for Qiao Liang, everyone else came to help.
Qiao Liang actually wanted to come. She likes Bauhinia Street and ancient and traditional things. When she heard there was a rural wedding banquet, she didn’t know how much she was looking forward to it. Unfortunately, her parents were at home and she still had to accompany the elderly. .
It is indeed an old man.
Qiao Liang’s parents are too old, one is 68 years old and the other is 62 years old.
That girl cherishes the time she spends with her parents.
Early that morning.
At about seven o'clock, Anting, Song Ci, Bao Weiwei, Gao Fei, and Zhu Jiajun gathered at the entrance of the Bauhinia Street Ancestral Hall, waiting for a small truck full of ingredients, and would help unload the goods later.
For high school students, getting up early is not that painful, it is just something they are accustomed to.
There, they also met an unexpected person.
Anting was in disbelief: "Wen Chuli..."
Wen Chuli, 16 years old, a freshman in the No. 1 Middle School (quasi-sophomore), 1.58 meters tall, retained She has medium-length hair with straight bangs just like Bao Weiyi, and is wearing a cool summer dress, which looks very kawaii.
More importantly, she was once Anting’s god-sister.
Even at this moment, she was still looking at Anting with complaining eyes.
He tricked me into going to No. 1 Middle School, and he didn’t want me...
Scumbag.
Due to the large number of people and the fact that it was a good day, Wen Chuli did not lose her temper and just explained: "I'm not here to see you today, but to help, to help my uncle..."
“Uncle?” Anting and others said in unison.
“Well, Uncle Wen is my uncle.”
A brief moment of sluggishness.
A figure emerged in everyone’s minds—Uncle Wen.
Uncle Wen...
Wen Chuli...
Anting couldn't help but have a black line on his forehead and muttered: "I have lived two lifetimes and I don't know Uncle Wen and Wen Chuli are relatives...it's terrible..."
"In fact, it's very normal. The town itself is not that big, and there is a high probability that they are relatives with the same surname.
Song Ci rolled her eyes at Anting and said, "Hurry up and accompany your sister."
An Ting: "Stop making trouble, you know me better than anyone else." I have repented."
"Don't talk nonsense, I don't know~"
Sometimes, Song Ci is also very venomous.
Although the relationship between Anting and Wen Chuli is a bit subtle, there is no barrier between Wen Chuli and others. The relationship between a senior and a junior girl is just that.
Anyway, the culprit is Anting, so we can’t blame the school girl.
Even Song Ci is very friendly to Wen Chuli.
Very quickly.
A small truck loaded with ingredients was parked at the ancestral hall on Bauhinia Street.
Everyone quickly went up to unload the goods.
This guy Bao Weiwei... put on a camera at this time and kept taking pictures.
Don’t even say it.
She had a good camera and captured interesting shots.
As the saying goes, there is no feast without chicken.
There were more than 20 live chickens in the car, packed in several cages. One of the cages was probably broken. When Song Ci was carrying it, the chickens ran out. She was always reserved and elegant. , in a rare moment of embarrassment, he chased the chicken throughout the street, and ended up covered in chicken feathers.
This scene was photographed by Bao Weiwei.
If the students at school saw this scene, they would probably be shocked. They didn’t expect that the perfect girl would have such an embarrassing and funny side.
The embarrassed Song Ci, with a black line on her forehead and such a big face, has always been a sweet girl of heaven. She has never been wronged like this. She cursed and said: "I hate rural wedding banquets."< br />
Everyone laughed.
“Hahaha.”
Looking at the smiles on everyone’s faces, Song Ci pursed her lips, unable to hold herself tight, and the corners of her mouth still rose.
I laughed myself.
The next whole day was very busy.
In the morning, Anting and others set up tables and chairs and covered them with disposable red plastic tablecloths. The onions, ginger and garlic they ordered were not enough, so Anting and others went to the vegetable market and plundered them all. .
Noon.
Since An’s father and Aunt Song were both free, Anting had no choice but to take his friends home and cook for them himself. Anting’s cooking skills were unanimously recognized by everyone.
Zhu Jiajun’s admiration was beyond words and he said: “Brother Ting, you are too strong.”
Gao Fei and Bao Weiwei were very unhappy, “I didn’t expect this guy’s Her cooking skills are so strong."
While eating, Wen Chuli looked at Anting with heart-wrenching eyes - damn, she still really likes him.
Song Ci noticed Wen Chuli's gaze and felt a little unhappy.
"Idiot, don't look at whose son I am."
As his father's son, Anting's cooking skills have been very good since he was a child, and it has nothing to do with rebirth. big.
In his previous life, Anting, who was in his twenties, thought that if he couldn't do well in sales and he really couldn't survive, he would start a food stall to make a living.
I should probably call him Fatty.
This guy is broadcasting live and starting his own business at the same time. It seems that it is not impossible.
It’s just.
With his bold and generous personality and outstanding appearance, Anting's business is booming, so he has no intention of setting up a food stall.
After a hearty meal.
Anting and others are not in a hurry to go back to the ancestral hall to help, they can also take a nap.
Although it was not far home, no one was too lazy to go there at noon in the summer, so they simply made a bed on the floor of An's house, since no one else was around.
Two mats put together can accommodate six people.
Song Ci originally wanted to go back to the room to rest, but when she saw that Wen Chuli was not leaving, she silently took out the pillow and lay down between Anting and Wen Chuli.
Wen Chuli subconsciously made a sound, this cheap sister is too lenient.
An Ting put his mouth to Song Ci's ear and joked: "Didn't you ask me to accompany my little sister?"
Song Ci glared at him sideways. With a glance, "An Ting, I told you to die, why don't you die!?"
"Just die!"
The next second, Anting was on the spot Lying on the floor, pretending to be dead.
Looking at the young man lying on the bamboo mat, Song Ci couldn't help but laugh. He kicked the young man's waist with his little feet wearing white socks. Not to be outdone, the latter grabbed Song Ci's feet with one hand. .
“Hey, don’t kick me with your stinky feet.”
“You’re the stinky one...”
Big bad guy.
While talking about the smell of his feet, he grabbed them with his hands.
When she was alone with Anting, Song Ci would wear shorts and slippers; when she was with so many people, Song Ci still wore trousers and white shoes. When she got home, she took off her shoes, but her socks were still on. exist.
After a busy morning, my feet will still sweat a little.
Song Ci felt a little guilty. If it weren't for the crowd, he would have put his feet in front of his nose and smelled it. Could it be that the smell of sweat was strong?
Anting captures the heart of Song porcelainWith an empty micro-expression and an unkind smile, he asked knowingly, "You don't want to smell it, do you?"
"Huh?"
out.
While Song Ci was even more upset, everyone else turned their gazes over.
Strictly speaking, everyone is looking at Song Ci’s feet.
Since ancient times, whether beautiful girls’ feet smell bad has been an enduring topic.
Sensing the gazes from around him, Song Ci, who had always been calm, became unstable. In addition, Anting grabbed one of his feet, staggered, and stepped on it
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