Chapter 128: Unexpected Home Visit

Although our classmate Anting is strategizing on the business front, it is not without worries.

Midterm exam results...

Anting himself is actually very satisfied with the score of 99th place in the whole grade. He doesn’t care about the opinions of teachers and classmates, but he doesn’t care about everyone. view.

There is still a small problem before him.

Signature...

No. 1 Middle School has the habit of issuing transcripts. They issue transcripts for every midterm and final exam, and students must take them home and sign them.

The signature is just an appearance, but the father’s idea.

Of course, Anting can fake signatures. At heart, he is an adult with full civil capacity. Forging signatures is not a big deal, but... I don’t want to hide my personal situation at school from my father.

He cherishes the opportunity to have a heart-to-heart relationship with his father.

The best thing about being reborn at the age of 15 is that you can get along with your father as a "little child".

It is Saturday of the eleventh week of the school calendar.

Taking advantage of the holiday, Anting handed the transcript to his father with a nervous mood. After reading it, the latter didn't seem surprised and just signed it obediently.

"Dad, at my level, is this all you do?" Anting said in a strange tone.

Father An looked very calm, waved his hand, and said with a smile: "It's okay, there are still final exams...Dad still remembers your agreement with me, I believe you can get into the top fifty Name... To be honest, dad doesn’t really like nerds, so that’s pretty much it.”

Dad An’s requirements for his son have never been high. There is no college student in the family. He hopes that his son will be admitted to college, as long as it is a regular university. That’s fine, it doesn’t matter if you have three books, isn’t it just a matter of spending some money?

Ordinary high school, ordinary university, ordinary job. It’s good to do well if you do well. If you don’t do well, go home. Home is your eternal haven.

The high school entrance examination is regarded as a breakthrough.

Once you’re happy, that’s it.

We still need to treat the future with a normal mind.

At this moment, the young man suddenly realized that he had misunderstood something.

Do you still remember that Anting once said that in his previous life, he had a veto power on the remarriage of his father and Aunt Song?

In the world of emotions, there is no veto power. Isn’t it all about being favored and arrogant?

Those who are favored feel confident...

After hearing what Dad An said,Anting was a little shocked, and in turn inspired his desire to learn - it seemed that he had to raise his goals a little higher.

He wants to be a real academic master.

When Anting came out of his father’s room, he happened to see Song Ci who was about to go out for a walk with the dog. It was now four o’clock in the afternoon. Thinking that he hadn’t exercised well today, he simply said: “Walking. Me?"

Song Ci suddenly had a black line on his forehead, but he still nodded and said: "I hope you won't be such a bitch..."

How can anyone's first sentence be - —Walk me.

An Ting’s face was not red, his heart was not beating, and he said: “Wait for a while, I will bring a basketball.”

“Okay.”

Put aside In the past, Song Ci would not choose this time to go out for a dog walk; mainly because autumn is coming, the autumn weather is cool and the wind is strong at night, so after four o'clock in the afternoon is the most suitable time to walk the dog.

When the two of them went out, An’s father also went out, riding a motorcycle and bringing fishing tools.

The girl’s upper body is in a windbreaker + T-shirt, and her lower body is in sports trousers. She is wearing a pair of white shoes. She has the same long ponytail with no trace of waves anymore and is very natural and long and straight.

Since the military training at the end of August, Anting’s hair has been cut twice. It still retains the traces of platinum tips, which are already very light. In the golden autumn day, there are still arcs left. , that’s cool.

Today, Song Ci is known to everyone on Bauhinia Street, and no one is surprised by the behavior of the two walking their dogs.

“Hi, Xiao Ci.”

“Brother Ting, Sister Song Ci!”

Both the elderly and children would greet the two of them.

At the same time, Naite has regarded Anting as the fourth master, second only to Song Ci, Aunt Song and Dad An. There is no way, Anting is not at home five days a week, and maybe on Saturdays and Sundays. He still goes to the store, but An’s father is at home every day, so his priority must be higher.

Everything is so beautiful and harmonious.

Song Ci walked along the fish pond and asked curiously: "Uncle didn't blame you, did he?"

Anting said with a complicated tone: "I I hope he can scold me...Also, Song Ci, I have discovered something now."

"What is it?" Song Ci asked.

"As long as I don't bully you, my dad will never beat or scold me..." An Ting said cowardly.

　“Humph!”

　This is true.

As long as Anting doesn’t mess with Song Ci, An’s father is basically obedient.

Song Ci didn't think too complicatedly about Anting's decline in grades, blaming it on his part-time job in a beverage shop.

She strolled by the fish pond, with large and small spots falling on her graceful body from time to time. She said calmly: "Don't spend too much time on things other than studying."

"Yes, yes, I understand, Sister Song Ci."

"Did you listen to it?" Song Ci knew Anting very well and looked at He is careless and careless, but in fact he has a stubborn side and does not listen to advice very much.

"If you listen, I will study hard, little sister."

"Either call me Song Ci, or call me sister, don't call me little sister!"

Don’t think Song Ci doesn’t know what this guy is implying, implying that he has a small bust.

"It depends on my mood." Anting said with a sigh.

The boy was dribbling and moving forward, looking very restless; Song Ci just looked at the basketball boy who was acting cool all the way, pretending, but he was quite handsome.

Since elementary school, Song Ci liked to look at Anting secretly. Although he hated it, he also had a little yearning for it, longing for that kind of unfettered freedom.

After walking around Bauhinia Street several times, we finally returned to the basketball court in front of the ancestral hall, and the young man walked forward silently.

This is Anting’s original purpose of going out—to play basketball.

What he didn’t expect was that Song Ci tied the dog’s leash and walked up, stretching his body as he walked.

　“Do you want to play basketball together too?”

　“Hmm...on a whim.”

　This is not the first time that Anting and Song Ci have Playing basketball, in the summer nights, I would play for a while after walking the dog; it was just the first time to play basketball in broad daylight.

In Anting’s eyes, Song Ci’s basketball skills are definitely not good; but in fact, from the perspective of ordinary girls, she is relatively good, especially when shooting the ball, she is quite accurate. of.

This person... used to live in a community and probably didn't have many friends. The most suitable exercise was to play basketball or run alone.

“Then let’s play with you.”

“Come!”

In the basketball solo that follows, physical contact will definitely There was a little bit, but there was no ambiguity. The only interesting thing was that while slapping, more than a dozen children were watching, including Xiaohui and Xiaoya.

The boys support Song Ci and the girls support Anting.

The charm of the Bauhinia Street fan club.

Song Ci was playing quite freely and happily.

When there are more people, it becomes difficult to let go.

The commotion lasted until five o'clock in the afternoon. Anting and Song Ci were sweating profusely and panting, sitting on the bench outside the basketball court.

In fact, one-on-one can also be scored to determine the outcome. Considering the girl's competitive spirit, Anting did not score the whole process, just for fun.

Under the sunset.

After a brief hesitation, Song Ci took off his windbreaker. Inside was a rare sleeveless black vest. When he went out, he probably didn't expect to play basketball, so he put it on casually. A windbreaker.

The orange-red sunset fell on the girl’s sweaty face, collarbone and shoulders. Combined with her disordered breathing and her body’s ups and downs, it felt very seductive.

Fortunately, what he was wearing was not white. Even if it was soaked with sweat, it would still not be revealed...

Anting was also tired, so he called Xiaohui and Xiaoya to give them I gave them a 10 yuan ticket and asked them to buy two bottles of water from a nearby canteen. The remaining money was used to buy snacks for them.

The little guy was so happy that he just went away.

Looking at the backs of the two children, Anting sighed: "There is no one my age in Bauhinia Street, not even two or three years apart. If you hadn't come, I would have been alone. Play basketball."

"It seems to be the case."

The young people on Bauhinia Street are either primary school students or social youth, and there are no peers to accompany Anting. Play together.

"Thank you, little sister, for playing with me." Anting pretended to be a bad brother.

Song Ci said helplessly: "Stop calling me Miss Sister!"

At this time, the two little guys had already ran back and handed two bottles of water to Anting. He and Song Ci ran to play basketball again.

Anting poured half a bottle of water over his head and drank the remaining half, which was a sour feeling.

Song Ci rolled her eyes at him, fearing that the water would splash on her body, she silently moved away from him, then raised the water bottle, held it in her mouth, and took a sip.

She is rarely so rude, probably because she is really thirsty.

She drank too quickly, and the water overflowed from the corner of her mouth and flowed into her chest along her neck. The temperature of the water was low, and the sudden temperature difference made her sensitive ears tremble.

Very cute.

"Pfft..."

Hearing the laughter beside him, Song Ci put down the bottle and rolled his eyes again.

The next second, looking at Song Ci’s bare armpits, the young man suddenly thoughtThinking of a little white tiger, he deliberately lowered his voice and said curiously: "Song Ci, can I ask you a question?"

　"What question?"

There were a lot of people around. , Anting deliberately put his mouth to the other person's ear, and asked: "Have you shaved all your hair?"

Upon hearing this, Song Ci's pretty face turned red, she clamped her armpits, Once again, I was far away from a position. Unfortunately, I had already flashed before, and this time I hit the wall.

A slap in the ass!

The seat is empty!

It fell to the ground.

"Hey, it hurts, I'm ignoring you! What a pervert!"

"No...I'm just a little curious..."

"Go to hell!"

followed.

Song Ci took Naite and rubbed her butt while running away in confusion.

Girls really have double standards. Last time when there was a typhoon and power outage, I asked me if it was my first time, and I answered honestly. But now I am so angry when I ask such a small question.

An Ting also went back.

Seeing that the children were excited to play basketball, Anting would definitely not confiscate the basketball, but just told Xiaohui and Xiaoya to remember to return it to him after playing.

Very quickly.

The two returned home.

Song Ci hurriedly went into the bathroom on the second floor. On the one hand, she was slightly mysophobic, and on the other hand, she checked whether her butt was injured.

Anting could go to the bathroom on the third floor to take a bath, but he was not in such a hurry. He stayed at the door of the house and planned to use the faucet to help Naite take a bath.

A bath once a week is enough for pets.

"Dogs, come here quickly and take a nice bath~"

Dogs are really smart animals. They seem to understand what Anting said and walked over. , sat aside obediently and let his master help him take a bath.

With Naite’s cooperation, it was done in twenty minutes.

Just as Anting was using a hair dryer to dry Naite's hair, a gust of wind blew by, and a terrifying shadow enveloped the young man.

"Classmate Anting..."

There was a hint of resentment in his voice.

An Ting frowned. It was broad daylight, so he wouldn’t encounter ghosts anymore. When he looked up, he was dumbfounded - it was scarier than ghosts.

The person who came was none other than Xu Qingshu.

“Teacher Xu?”

Tell a scary story——Home visits.