After rebirth, I have an extra sister

Chapter 155 Qiao Liang and Song Ci

"Because... I like you."

I thought Qiao Liang would give Song Ci a reasonable explanation, but I didn't expect it to be that I like you.

Amazing speech.

Rao is a cold person like Song Ci, when he heard this answer, he couldn't help but get a black line on his forehead, and his whole body felt excited.

Growing up so big, I have been confessed to by boys a lot, and it is the first time to be confessed by a girl.

With a hint of chill, she shook her head frantically, and tremblingly said: "I'm sorry, I don't like girls."

At the same time, Song Ci noticed the movement behind her, turned her head, glanced at An Ting, and said inexplicably, "Every time you follow behind my ass, you are another idiot!"

An Ting didn't stand up in a hurry, but just raised his head, whistled, and said, "This time I'm just curious, curious about what you guys are talking about."

The picture is still quite interesting.

In the dusk of early winter, a beautiful girl with long black hair and a beautiful girl with short hair stood in front of the school road, while the naughty boy lay on the ground and rushed to the street.

It caused many passing students to look twice.

Qiao Liang looked at An Ting who fell on the ground, walked up, squatted on the ground, and said face to face: "I said An Ting, you also persuade your sister Song Ci to accompany me to the New Year's Day party."

Song Ci also took a few steps towards Anting, probably because he was afraid that the boy might fall and get hurt, so he must check his body, not if he was injured.

Osmanthus and Bauhinia come face to face.

Floral.

An Ting raised his eyes and glanced at Song Ci, whose expressionless face had already revealed the answer.

He knew that Song Ci was a very proud and stubborn person who would not change easily.

Therefore, the boy did not say anything.

Followed by.

Song Ci confirmed that the boy hadn't been injured by the fall, so he walked back towards the girls' dormitory at a steady pace.

Looking at Song Ci's back, Qiao Liang still crouched in front of the young man, muttering, "You two have a bad relationship? She seems to hate you..."

An Ting couldn't help but feel a black line on his forehead, and replied helplessly: "You are heartless, the person she hates is you..."

"Ang..." Qiao Liang made a belated, heartless voice, pointing at herself, widening her eyes, and said in surprise, "Ah... Song Ci hates me?"

"You are really careless..."

After a short period of frustration, within a minute, Qiao Liang recovered.

School uniform pants are generally closed to the feet, especially the winter ones, which are very tight; paired with mid-length or long socks, the ankle position will be particularly stuffy.

Maybe they were all squatting down, but in front of the boy, she simply pulled up the bottom of her trousers, revealing the red tube socks inside, and then lowered the socks a little, as expected, there were strange strangle marks on her ankles.

An Ting looked at it for a while, licked his lips, stood up from the ground, and turned his attention back to Qiao Liang's speech. With a long face, he said contemptuously: "You just confessed to my Song Ci? You should Could it be T?"

"T?" Qiao Liang tilted her head, not knowing why.

"It's a girl."

"Puff cluck." Qiao Liang was amused by An Ting's words.

Loving someone is not necessarily love.

In this world, apart from love, there are also friendship and family affection. She didn't want to explain this question. Out of playfulness, she made a face and said, "Well...it's hard to say."

An Ting was serious, persuasive, and said: "Little Wai, liking everything will only hurt you."

"Giggle."

After a while, An Ting said unexpectedly again: "So you are from the dance team."

Hearing the young man's question, Qiao Liang nodded and said, "Well... I didn't plan to join at first. Although I like dancing, I don't like being restrained very much. It just so happens that the instructor of the dance club is my class teacher. The president of a dance club stepped down temporarily, and she asked me to be the president, thinking that the president is very interesting, so I agreed."

The head teacher of Class B, Senior One, should be Teacher Xu, the one who often sticks with Xu Qingshu.

That person is the instructor of the dance club.

I see…

The campus network is really complicated.

"Hmm... Then Mr. Xu was lazy and entrusted me with the task of forming a dance team for the New Year's Eve party. I decided - to form a team of beautiful girls!"

"What is this? A school idol?"

"Puff cluck cluck...that's a good nickname—school idol."

Actually...Qiao Liang also approached Bao Weiwei, who happened to be the cultural and entertainment committee member of Class One, Senior One, and was in charge of the class' performances. Although he really wanted to join, he had no choice but to refuse.

In the next second, Qiao Liang's bright eyes turned, as if he had thought of something, he grabbed An Ting's hand inexplicably, and said, "Brother Ting, do me a favor!"

There was a black line on An Ting's forehead, and he probably guessed what the other party meant—to persuade Song Ci to join the dance team.

"No! Why should I help you?"

Qiao Liang stared at the young man with eyes full of sincerity, and said sincerely: "Because... I want to be friends with Song Ci..."

An Ting was slightly taken aback, there is no girl, this girl just wants to make friends with Song Ci.

Just like what Qiao Liang himself said, as a special art student, she is a bit special, and she can't make particularly good female friends, and she has a good first impression of Song Ci, and she has always wanted to get close to her, but she can't find it. Chance.

Seeing that An Ting still didn't let go, Qiao Liang thought for a while, and said seductively: "Do me this favor, please look at Shitu!"

"Again!? I still haven't forgotten the Shitu of the school sports meeting."

"This time it's true!"

"Beforehand, I'm not here for Shizuto."

Shitu is just one aspect of it. Anting actually hopes that no matter whether Song Ci goes or stays, at least he will leave more good memories.

After all... next year's New Year's Eve party, I don't know if that person will still be there.

An Ting looked at Qiao Liang, bargained, and said, "Two copies of Shitu..."

"Giggle cluck..."

that's all…

Taking Qiao Liang's invitation to Song Ci to join the street dance club to participate in the New Year's Day party as an opportunity, the New Year's Day party is coming.

……

Like most high schools in China, No. [-] Middle School holds two grand events every year, one for Wen and one for Wu, Wen for the New Year’s Party, and Wu for the school sports meeting.

Every school year, the last semester is always more enjoyable than the next semester.

The location of the No. [-] Middle School is a bit special, just next to the stadium in City C, where the New Year's Eve party is held every year.

In exchange, City C TV station will conduct simple reports and appear on the local evening news.

Taking what they need is actually not a big or small thing.

Students from other high schools are very envious of No. [-] Middle School. Although City C is only a small third- and fourth-tier city, the municipal gymnasium is a municipal gymnasium. The status is there. The venue is huge, with first-class equipment, and a wide field of vision. The look and feel is just like a small concert It will be the same, very cool.

It is also open to the outside world, allowing outsiders to enter the interior to watch.

It just so happens that this year is a little bit special.

The Experimental Middle School has coveted the municipal gymnasium for a long time, and sent an invitation to the No. [-] Middle School—the joint evening party.

Anyway, the third grade is not allowed to participate in the New Year's Day party. Both schools are senior one + senior two, which can be understood as four grades, and the gymnasium can fully accommodate them.

Over the years, the No. [-] Middle School and the Experimental Middle School have been fighting openly and secretly, from the rate of admission to sports competitions, and even entertainment activities.

The leaders of the two schools are both enemies and friends.

The No. [-] Middle School had no reason to refuse, but agreed.

So ever.

An extraordinarily grand joint evening party is coming.

(End of this chapter)