After rebirth, I have an extra sister

Chapter 159 Joining the Dance Team

The next day.

That is Saturday.

An Ting gave this song to Gu Xueli and asked her to sell it.

Gu Xueli was still quite puzzled, it was rare to see An Ting can compose Chinese songs, and after careful questioning, she found out why.

"Little landlord, did you compose this song for Xiao Bao?"

Anting originally wanted to admit openly, but due to his professional habits in his previous life, he always kept some room for words, "Not entirely...she just happened to ask me to ask her, and I had inspiration, killing two birds with one stone."

Gu Xueli chuckled, and said, "Pfft...Actually, you also have a dishonest side."

"No way."

When he was reborn and came back, An Ting was actually quite crazy. The declaration at the Hundred Days Pledge Conference and the bet with Li Qi and others, on the one hand, it was unclear whether all this was real or a dream; on the other hand, it was a common problem of the reborn : Success in one day, incoherent speech.

Gradually embracing this era, An Ting is more or less clichéd, and he will gradually become conservative in his actions and speech. He actually doesn't know whether this is a kind of arrogance or a workplace habit from his previous life.

The outrageous thing about this matter is that - originality is just helplessness, second creation is the purpose; "105℃ You" is a helpless move; "105 Jin of You" is the real purpose.

Gu Xueli didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Just spoil her."

"Well…"

An Ting was speechless and could only smile awkwardly.

He may have raised Bao Weiwei as a daughter to a little extent.

As for the subsequent details of selling songs, I won’t go into details.

If there is no big problem, it is impossible for Tianyu Music to refuse.

Although Gu Xueli's refusal to sign the contract made Ms. Jian and Director Yang of Tianyu Music very upset, no smart person would offend a talented person.

Seeing that Gu Xueli released a new song, they just felt it was even more pity.

……

Sunday afternoon.

The long-lost clear sky finally saw the sun.

The students all took off their bloated clothes and became lighter.

Only An Ting is a bit different, he is carrying a guitar, it must be useful.

As usual, the group of five gathered together from the town bus station and went to school together.

Walking on the new road from the city square to the No. [-] Middle School, Anting handed over his creation on Friday to Bao Weiwei.

Just as Anting expected, when Bao Weiwei saw the song adapted by Anting, she couldn't help but widen her eyes, angry and happy, "What the hell? "Love 105 Jin of You"!!!"

In all fairness, she likes this song very much, it fits her funny aura very much, but this song satirizes her weight, which makes her a little uncomfortable.

"Well, you bad boy, you dare to mock me!"

"No sarcasm, no sarcasm!" Speaking of this, An Ting paused for a while, then grinned, and added: "This is already a clear indication."

105 catties, it's you, Bao Weiwei.

"Damn it, one-on-one!"

Walking on the road, the two still did not forget to pinch each other, which made many passers-by laugh.

After pinching each other for a while, An Ting was tired.

He stopped making trouble, and said directly: "I tried my best to help you. It's up to you to decide whether you want it or not. If you don't want this show, then you can think of a better one."

Song Ci, who had been very quiet all this time, added, "Bao Weiwei, Anting was busy with this for five hours the night before and didn't sleep until one o'clock in the morning."

This is the truth.

The night before yesterday, An Ting went to the rooftop with his guitar in his arms after eating a full meal, from eight o'clock until one o'clock in the morning.

Although he is a reborn person, An Ting is not a musical genius, and the time he should spend will not be short of a minute.

Bao Weiwei was suddenly touched. He originally pinched An Ting's face, but instead stroked it, "Thank you, An Ting."

"Which one of us is with whom? It's meaningless to talk about it!"

"Humph~"

No matter in the previous life or in this life, Bao Weiwei was raised up under the protection of An Ting and Gao Fei.

Care is an exaggeration, but at least it is protection.

The villages and towns in the third- and fourth-tier cities are mixed with dragons and snakes. Bao Weiwei has a very jumpy personality and a rich family. Many bad girls are after her, and Anting and Gao Fei basically drive them away.

Of course, Anting's protection for Bao Weiwei in his previous life was mainly reflected in his personal safety.

After rebirth, An Ting has a more tender side, and this kind of advice and advice was not there before.

It's not that Bao Weiwei didn't give up. Given her family's financial conditions, if she hadn't been reluctant to give up Anting, Gao Fei and Song Ci, and transferred to private primary and junior high schools early, she would not have been able to complete the nine-year compulsory education in township schools.

Sincerely, Gao Fei gave Bao Weiwei a suggestion, "Baby girl bag, as long as you lose weight to 100 catties, then this song will have nothing to do with you. Considering the difficulty is a bit high, it is recommended to eat 110 catties!"

Bao Weiwei was so angry that he beat him up, "Die to me!"

The pretentious atmosphere was suddenly disrupted.

Lost friend status, start!

While Gao Fei and Bao Weiwei were chasing and fighting, Song Ci still retained the characteristics of the monitor of the junior high school, cared about Zhu Jiajun, and said, "What kind of program is your fifth class doing?"

Hearing this, Zhu Jiajun was a little embarrassed, and said with a wry smile: "I'm busy with the affairs of the student union, and I don't pay much attention to the class."

"Balance is not only reflected in the body, but also in other places."

"Oh."

I have to say that Song Ci's preaching is very powerful.

An Ting on the side thought for a while, and it was indeed the case. It was rare to see Zhu Jiajun playing with his classmates.

The only time I saw Zhu Jiajun intersect with Class [-] and [-] was at the autumn school sports meeting, the girl surnamed Liu who contributed articles.

Zhu Jiajun did neglect the class a bit. He had three circles, one was the boys circle of D101, the other was the circle of five people, and the last one was the student union circle.

"Fatty, you shouldn't ignore the class. After all, you stay in the classroom for so long every day." An Ting stood on the same side as Song Ci this time.

Zhu Jiajun explained: "Actually... I won't participate in any programs in Class [-] and [-] of Senior High School; I will sing the school song with the students from the Student Union, and then act as a staff member."

No. [-] Middle School has a school song, but the frequency of use is not high.

Every year at the New Year's Eve party, the student union will sing this, which is already a regular program.

Hearing Zhu Jiajun's explanation, neither An Ting nor Song Ci was aggressive.

In the next second, Zhu Jiajun, who has never been good at words, made a rare joke: "Sometimes Song Ci is like my mother, and sometimes Brother Ting is like my father."

Objectively speaking, Anting and Song Ci should be more competent than Zhu Jiajun's parents.

Zhu's parents are ordinary workers. They have no education, no background, are not good at speaking, understand almost nothing, and have no family education. They blindly ask their son to be patient outside and not cause trouble, blindly destroying his self-confidence.

Not to mention the positive educational effect, maybe it is a negative effect.

After a long time, the fat man has no self-confidence at all, and he is submissive.

I remember that when filling out the application form for the high school entrance examination, every student had to take the application form to sign for their parents. Zhu Jiajun was rejected by his parents at that time.

"You're crazy, how could you get into No. [-] Middle School?"

"Stop messing around, the senior high school entrance exam is filled out first and then the results are issued. If you fail, you will have nothing to study! The family can't help you! Don't fantasize about choosing a school!"

Later, he secretly pretended to sign.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have gone to school with An Ting and the others here at all.

Compared with their parents' denial, Anting and Song Ci have been encouraging, helping and affirming themselves.

As soon as this word comes out.

Both An Ting and Song Ci were stunned.

"Not mom and dad!" they said in unison.

"Hahaha."

Zhu Jiajun smiled brightly. He was really grateful to Song Ci and yearned for Brother Ting. He had wanted to be as outstanding as Brother Ting more than once.

hard to imagine.

What would my life be like without Brother Ting?
And this time.

A group of five people have already walked to the gymnasium, which is the place where the new road meets the old road.

The human body is always more honest than the mouth. There are some things that have not been agreed, but they are very tacit. Almost every Sunday at 20:[-] pm, you can always see Qiao Liang who turned out to be born at this intersection.

Winter on earth.

A red hooded sweater + black trousers with white bars on the side appeared on a skateboard.

This girl's hair became more disheveled when the weather was cold. Except for the fixed hair, the hair on both sides of her head was arched, like a pair of cat's ears, a cat's head.

Bao Weiwei is the most excited person, "JOJO!"

"Bag!" Qiao Liang responded.

Followed by.

It was about to go uphill. Qiao Liang got off the skateboard. It was a skateboard with a red cat's head on it. She walked up and followed the group of five uphill. They had different attitudes towards a group of five people.

I like bags.

I really like Song porcelain.

Hate Goofy, 0-8 to grab the mid laner, this matter will never pass.

I have no feeling for Zhu Jiajun.

And when she looked at Song Ci, little stars almost popped out of her eyes, "Song Cici, join the dance team and participate in the New Year's Eve party, shall we?"

There is quite a bit of ambition to become a school idol.

Although it was Qiao Liang's proposal, she was ready to be rejected.

During these days, Qiao Liang went to Song Ci every now and then, whether it was the classroom, the radio station, or even the 404 dormitory, he was rejected many times.

Everyone else thought that Song Ci would not agree to this matter.

Unexpectedly, in the next second, Song Ci glanced at An Ting, then at Qiao Liang, and inadvertently responded lightly.

"Ah."

(End of this chapter)